I really don't want to be a teacher

In a certain hotel room, Lian Ge half leaned against the head of the bed.

Looking at the system prompt that popped up before, and the progress of the good person who jumped forward again.

After a slight pause in his gaze, Lian Ge closed the system panel.

"Squeak... squeak."

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge turned his head, glanced at the little white mouse who was still squatting on his shoulder, and couldn't help smiling.

At this moment, the little white mouse is still holding the skewer from before, but the meat on it has disappeared, leaving only the sticks.

Holding the baking stick with its two forelimbs, the little white mouse stood upright, rolled its eyes, watched Lian Ge turn his gaze, and passed the baking stick forward.

"If you still want to eat, that's fine."

After saying something with a smile, Lian Ge took down the bamboo stick held by the little white mouse's forelegs, flicked it with his fingers, and threw the bamboo stick into the trash can not far away.

"Squeak... squeak."

"Okay, let's go to sleep."

Smiling again, Lian Ge used his magic power, used a dust whisk on himself and the little white mouse, and then lay down on the bed.

The little white mouse turned its head, looked at Lian Ge, and after a pause, it also fled to the sofa beside the bed, curled up, and lay down.

……

Time passed slowly, and outside the window, the night was getting darker.

In the hotel room, it became quiet again, one person and one mouse fell asleep one after another,

……

The next day, early in the morning.

At the beginning, the rising sun jumped out of the horizon, and the sunlight shone into the hotel room through many obstacles.

Lian Ge then woke up from sleep again,

Without staying on the bed for too long, Lian Ge sat up directly from the bed.

"Squeak..."

The little white mouse lying on the sofa also rushed over in an instant, and squatted quietly on Lian Ge's shoulder again.

Glancing at the little white mouse, Lian Ge smiled, stood up from the bed,

"Boom...boom...boom."

"Sir, the breakfast you got in your room, can I bring it to you now?"

……

After a while.

After breakfast, Lian Ge didn't stay in the hotel any longer. After checking out, he stepped out of the hotel lobby.

……

Beside the street, Lian Ge stopped slightly, looking at Lin'an City in the daytime.

The bustling hustle and bustle of other provincial capitals, the hurried pace of people passing Lian Ge from time to time, is like the beating pulse of this city.

Different from other cities, from the scenery of the ten sceneries of West Lake to the whole Lin'an, they all reveal the euphemistic poetic flavor of "Jiangnan water town".

After scanning his eyes from far to near, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, moved away again, and walked towards the distance.

"Let's go, let's go to Jingci Temple."

"Squeak..."

The sound faded away, and one person and one mouse walked towards Jingci Temple.

……

After a while.

On the south bank of West Lake, in front of the gate of Huiri Peak on Nanping Mountain.

Lian Ge stopped slightly and looked towards the Jingci Temple at the end of the stairs. The red temple gate was open inwards, and people would enter from the temple gate with tickets from time to time.

Turning around, Lian Ge glanced behind him. Opposite Jingci Temple was the famous Leifeng Pagoda.

Withdrawing his gaze, he paused slightly, just as Lian Ge was preparing whether to buy a ticket to enter,

Beside the temple gate, a man who looked like an acquaintance monk walked towards Liange hesitantly.

"Amitabha, may I ask if the benefactor is Lian Ge, benefactor Lian." Saying this, the Zhike monk also glanced at the little white mouse squatting on Lian Ge's shoulder.

Hearing this, Lian Ge nodded.

"Benefactor Lian, please follow me. Uncle Fakong has already ordered that if benefactor Lian comes, you can go directly to the back hall." Seeing Lian Ge nodding, the Zhike monk said immediately.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the Zhike monk, who was at least in his forties, and paused.

He didn't say anything more, after nodding his head, he followed the Zhike monk and walked towards Jingci Temple.

……

After stepping into the gate of Jingci Temple, I feel quite enlightened.

Compared with the less majestic mountain gate, the interior of this ancient temple is much wider.

Diamond Hall, Daxiong Hall,

Along the stone floor, Lian Ge followed the Zhike monk as he continued to walk towards the depths of the temple, and halls that were either majestic or showing the traces of time passed by in front of his eyes.

After passing the Daxiong Palace, there is a wooden well on the west side of it, and behind the well is the Jizu Hall, which is dedicated to the monk Jigong.

After passing through the Jizu Hall, the number of tourists around is gradually decreasing, and the number of monks wearing monk robes is gradually increasing.

"Benefactor Lian, this way please."

As he continued to go deeper into the temple, after stepping through a courtyard gate again, Lian Ge entered the back hall of the temple, where the monks of Jingci Temple usually work and rest.

……

As soon as I stepped into the backyard, I noticed that all the people in the backyard were gathered in front of the meditation room, under a ginkgo tree in the yard.

Not only monks in robes, but also pilgrims in civilian clothes.

After glancing slightly, Lian Ge followed the Zhike monk and walked towards the place where the crowd gathered.

"Give way……"

Under the leadership of the Zhike monk, Lian Ge passed through the crowd wrapped in layers, and walked to the front of the crowd.

It also caused many people to look sideways.

"Benefactor Lian, please stay here for a while." Zhike monk brought Lian Ge to the front of the crowd and said with clasped hands.

Hearing this, Lian Ge nodded.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the surrounding crowd,

The people around couldn't help looking at him, the later man.

Suddenly, Lian Ge's gaze paused slightly, and he saw two familiar figures, one old and one young, in the crowd.

It was Ge Jiren's grandfather and grandson last night,

Ge Jiren also obviously noticed Lian Ge, and his gaze paused slightly.

After nodding to Ge Jiren, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze and looked in front of him again.

In front of him, under the ginkgo tree, in the center of the crowd,

There was a stone table, and on both sides of the stone table sat two monks, one old and one young.

The old monk's eyebrows and beards have turned white, and there are still some age spots on his sagging face. He is wearing a more formal cassock, and he just sits on the stone bench with some hunches, looking at the young monk in front of him and smiling.

The young monk was naturally Fakong, who was still wearing the same gray robe as yesterday, and looked at the old monk with a smile.

"Where did the little monk come from, and where is he going?"

I don't know how long it has been so silent, the old monk finally asked.

The voice fell, before Fakong answered.

Lian Ge's keen hearing caught the whispers on the periphery of the crowd behind him.

"...I know this, I should answer where I came from and where I am going, right?"

Lian Ge couldn't help laughing when he heard the low voice mixed with excitement behind him.

Withdrawing his attention, Lian Ge looked at Fakong again.

When Fakong heard what the old monk said, a smile appeared on his face,

"I'm from Guangling, and I heard that Lin'an barbecue is delicious, so I came here to eat it."

After the voice fell, the crowd was a little commotion, but no one made a sound.

The old monk looked at Fakong with drooping eyelids and smiled,

"It seems that the little monk has an obsession."

Hearing this, Fakong also laughed,

"I ate it." While speaking, Fakong showed a puzzled look on his face, as if to say, old monk, how could you say such strange words.

Hearing this, the old monk was still smiling, but he didn't answer immediately.

And Fakong looked at the old monk with a smile on his face, and then groped in the sleeve of the monk's robe,

"Come on, let me give you a root, old monk."

As he said that, Fakong smiled, took out the grilled ribs from last night from his sleeve, and handed it to the old monk.

The old monk looked at the grilled ribs, still smiling, but didn't reach out to take it.

"It seems that you still can't let go, old monk."

Fakong said with a smile.

Hearing this, the old monk also gradually laughed.

Chapter 121 On Buddhism

Under the ginkgo tree.

Everyone was silent, and the two monks, one old and one young, smiled at each other.

Monk Fakong kept holding the skewers in his hand, with a slight smile on his face.

The old monk looked at Fakong with a smile on his face.

Just smiling like that, suddenly, the old monk quickly stretched out his hand that was caged in the cassock, and took the skewer from Monk Fakong's hand,

Looking at it, the smile on the old monk's face grew stronger.

Raising his hand, the old monk took a bite of the skewer in his hand.

Chewed a few times and swallowed.

Seeing this scene,

The surrounding believers were a little agitated, and the monks who came to watch the old monk and Fakong discuss the Dharma all clasped their hands together,

"Amitabha……"

A group of monks bowed their heads slightly and recited a sentence in a low voice.

And the two monks, one old and one young, who were discussing the law, still looked at each other.

"how is the taste?"

Fakong smiled, looked at the old monk and asked.

"It's cold and dusty." The old monk also responded with a smile while holding the skewers in his hand.

"Old monk, you have violated the precept." Fakong said with a smile.

"I have already eaten."