I really don't want to be a teacher

The old monk said with a smile, and at the same time put the skewers in his hand to the side of the stone table.

Hearing this, the smile on Fakong's face grew stronger, and he didn't speak any more.

After the old monk put down the skewers, he also looked at Fakong and laughed.

The two monks, one old and one young, smiled at each other. Under the ginkgo tree, they fell into silence again.

……

After a long time, the old monk looked around, then looked at Fakong again, and asked aloud:

"Little monk, what is a Buddha?"

Hearing this, Fakong smiled, looked around, then raised his head, and paused slightly on the ginkgo tree above his head.

Stretching out his hand, Fakong pulled off a ginkgo leaf on a ginkgo branch within reach,

"Old monk, this is the Buddha."

Putting the torn ginkgo leaf in front of the old monk, Fakong said with a smile,

"Why?" The old monk asked with a smile.

"If you ask it, it won't answer. If you let it go, it won't move. Where you say it is, it's here. What is it if it's not a Buddha?" Fakong gently turned the ginkgo leaf and replied with a smile.

Hearing this, the old monk still had a smile on his face.

As for Fakong, he turned his gaze again, glanced at the surrounding crowd, and then paused his gaze slightly.

"Old monk, not only I know your question, I think he can answer it with just anyone."

Fakong saw Lian Ge, smiled on his face, and then turned his head to look at the old monk.

The old monk didn't speak, but Fakong looked at Lian Ge and continued,

"This benefactor, come and tell him, what is a Buddha?"

Lian Ge, who had been watching Fakong and the old monk discussing the law silently, couldn't help smiling when he saw that Fakong directed the words to him.

After looking around slightly, Lian Ge looked at a pebble on the ground in front of him.

Stretching out his foot, Lian Ge lightly kicked the stone.

Then, the stone slowly rolled towards the two monks who were discussing the law,

"This is Buddha."

Hearing this, both Fakong and the old monk focused their eyes on the stone.

Fakong gradually laughed, while the old monk stared at the stone,

When the stone slowly stopped beside the stone table, the old monk looked away and folded his hands towards Lian Ge,

"Amitabha, the donor has a deep root of wisdom and great wisdom."

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled and didn't answer.

The old monk also turned his head again and looked at Monk Fakong.

Under the ginkgo tree, it was quiet again.

……

Looking at Fakong, the old monk smiled on his face, stretched out his hand again from the cassock, and took the ginkgo leaf from Fakong's hand,

"Now, where is the Buddha?" The old monk asked with a smile while holding the ginkgo leaf.

Hearing this, Fakong still twitched his fingers and smiled,

"Still here."

Hearing this, the old monk looked at Fakong and put the ginkgo leaf on the table.

At the right time, a gust of wind blows and blows the leaf towards the crowd.

There was some commotion among the believers in the crowd, and many people reached out to grab the ginkgo leaf.

But the old monk and Fakong didn't move their eyes because of the ginkgo leaf, they still looked at each other with smiles,

"What about now?" the old monk asked again.

"It's in your hands." Fakong replied with a smile, putting away the hand that was twitching.

Turning his gaze, Fakong looked around and looked at the old monk again.

"Old monk, what is a Buddha?"

Hearing this, the old monk laughed again,

"I am Buddha."

Hearing this, Fakong smiled and looked at the old monk without speaking.

The believers who were scrambling for the ginkgo leaf around them seemed to gradually calm down after one of them reached out and grabbed it.

Under the ginkgo tree, it was quiet again, only the breeze blowing from time to time.

On the side, Lian Ge, who was quietly watching this scene, glanced at the old monk's appearance with his heavenly eyes, and slightly blurred his eyes.

at the stone table,

Fakong, who was opposite the old monk, looked at the old monk. After a pause, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he raised his hands for the first time, and recited with palms together,

"Amitabha."

Seeing this, the old monk still had a smile on his face, raised his hands, and recited a sentence together.

at the same time,

All the monks around bowed their heads slightly and recited the Dao with their palms together,

"Amitabha……"

A group of believers were affected, and they bowed their heads for some unknown reason.

Under the ginkgo tree, only Lian Ge was still standing quietly.

……

For a long time, under the ginkgo tree, another gust of breeze blew by,

Fakong and the old monk withdrew their hands one after another, stood up from the stone bench,

A group of monks also raised their heads again.

A person who looked like a monk came to a group of believers and said aloud:

"Benefactors, the Dharma discussion is over. You can go to the front hall to offer incense or take a break. Later, Master Jie Ming will give a lecture to you."

Then, a group of believers began to walk towards the front hall with the Zhike monk.

Monk Fakong walked towards Lian Ge after talking to the old monk.

Beside him, Ge Jiren from Xuanhu Hall hesitated for a moment, and walked to Lian Ge's side with his grandson.

"Benefactor Lian,"

"Brother Lian, Master Fakong..."

Looking at Monk Fakong and Ge Jiren's grandfather and grandson in front of him, Lian Ge smiled and nodded.

"Sponsor Lian is invited to come, I am very honored." Fa Kong said to Lian Ge persistently, and then turned to Ge Jiren's grandson and said,

"There is also old benefactor Ge, and little benefactor Ge, meeting is fate, why don't I take the three benefactors to visit this Jingci Temple."

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at Fakong, and behind him, the old monk who was supported by others nodded slightly after getting up from the stone table.

Ge Jiren hesitated for a while, and after looking at his grandson beside him, he nodded and agreed.

"Three benefactors, this way please." Seeing this, Fakong laughed and walked in front to lead the way, leading Lian Ge and others towards the side of Jingci Temple.

"Master Fakong..."

Ge Jiren's grandson, Ge Tianshou, ran forward in three steps and two steps, and asked curiously,

"Who will win between you and that old monk?"

"Tianshou!" Seeing this, Ge Jiren took two quick steps and caught up with his grandson.

"Tianshou, two masters discussing Taoism is like two doctors discussing a patient's condition. There is no winner or loser, understand? And it is very impolite to ask, so please apologize to Master Fakong."

"Oh..." Hearing this, Ge Tianshou nodded, then turned his head to look at Fakong, "Master Fakong, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Fakong waved his hand,

"The little monk won, but he also lost."

Hearing this, Ge Tianshou had some doubts in his eyes, while Ge Jiren looked at Fakong thoughtfully.

Lian Ge listened to the three people's words, paused for a while, then turned around, and glanced at the old monk behind him.

As seen with the heavenly eye before,

The weather of the old monk has declined, and it is roughly estimated that there are not many days to live.

Chapter 122 Faces

"...This Jizu Temple is the only meaningful hall in this Jingci Temple in the eyes of this little monk. When I was a child, when I knew that there was such a thing as meat, Monk Jigong became the only hope in my heart... "

In the Jizu Hall, Lian Ge listened to Fakong's narration, and stared at the unruly statue of Jigong in front of him.

Under the eyes of the sky, this statue, like the sculptures in other temples, can only see the smoke and fire, without any spirituality or magic.

On the side, Ge Jiren and his grandson are also looking at the statues in Jizu Hall,

There are still many pilgrims and tourists who come in and out of the Jizu Hall from time to time.

"Going further to the east is the Daxiong Palace, which enshrines the Tathagata..."

As he spoke, Fakong turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall, walking in front.

Lian Ge glanced at the pilgrims and tourists entering and leaving the hall, and also walked outside the hall.

Behind him, Ge Jiren and his grandson followed closely.

"...The main hall has been damaged several times. Monk Jigong once begged for money to raise funds to rebuild it, but the main hall he rebuilt collapsed long ago, and this main hall was also built later. And there, on the right side of the temple gate, is the 'South Ping Wanzhong', strike fifty during the Chinese New Year, there are no festivals these days, it only costs ten yuan, if benefactors Lian and Ge benefactors are interested, we can go and have a look..."

After stepping out of the Daxiong Palace, a group of people stopped slightly under the stone steps in front of the hall. Fakong pointed to the 'Nanping Evening Bell' in the distance and said without hesitation.

Listening to Fakong's narration, Lian Ge glanced at that place. Under an ancient pavilion, an ancient clock was hanging. A group of tourists gathered around it. Under the organization of a monk, they swept the pillars of the ancient pavilion. With the QR code, pay the bell and take a photo.

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge looked away.

Beside him, Ge Jiren also shook his head with a smile, but didn't say much.

"...It seems that the three benefactors are not interested, please come this way." Fa Kong turned around and continued to lead the way.

After bypassing the Daxiong Hall, a group of people walked back to the Jizu Hall, and stopped again in front of the wooden well.

"According to Jingci Temple, this is the ancient well where the legendary monk Jigong transported wood..."

Narrating, Fakong paused and did not continue.

Turning his head and scanning his surroundings, seeing no tourists approaching, Fakong looked at Lian Ge, sized him up, and paused slightly,

"Benefactor Lian..."

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge turned his gaze away from the ancient well, which was nothing magical, and looked at Fakong.

"Sponsor Lian, although the little monk's Dharma is superficial, and he doesn't have the supernatural powers of Monk Jigong, he does know a little about the method of reading the face passed down from generation to generation in the temple." Fakong looked at Liange and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at Fakong, smiled slightly,

Withdrawing his gaze, Lian Ge stared into the distance and said casually:

"Then what did Master Fakong see?"

"I didn't see anything. In other words, from the face of the benefactor Lian, I can't see anything." Fakong shook his head, the smile on his face restrained.

Lian Ge heard the words and looked at Fakong again, but didn't answer.

"It's the first time I've seen someone like Benefactor Lian. In the past, even if I saw some people with special fate, I could see some clues, just like this Benefactor Ge,"

As Fakong was talking, he turned his head and looked at Ge Jiren, who was standing beside him, who was a little puzzled.