“...... Watermelon, watermelon. ”

"Weihe South Road has arrived, and if you have passengers getting off the bus, please ...... from it"

On the streets, vehicles pass by from time to time,

Next to the street, under the shade of the trees, Lian Ge stepped on the shade of the trees and moved his steps along the street.

On his side, the old monk held on to the branch, a little silent, and followed,

The two walked forward, passing a shop, a street, and a few pedestrians.

“...... Honest benefactor, the regular benefactor......"

The old monk walked, turned his head to look at Lian Ge, and couldn't help but ask out loud, halfway through his words, he stopped again,

When Lian Ge heard this, he turned his eyes and looked at the old monk, and didn't say anything,

Turning his gaze, he continued to walk towards the front,

Seeing this, the old monk also took two steps and followed closely.

......

Streets swept past Lian Ge and the others, and the sun above them continued to slope towards the west, reflecting the western sunset, and stretching the shade of the roadside along with the shadows of the two.

The sky is getting dark, and the time is approaching evening,

The streets are becoming more and more noisy and lively, with congested vehicles, shops on the streets, and houses in the distance, gradually turning on the lights, taking over the afterglow of the setting sun, illuminating the city and embellishing the bustle.

......

“...... Your ears are blessed at first glance, and the so-called ears are blessed. ”

After another pause, Lian Ge and the old monk walked to the riverside of the city,

Not far from the river, there is a shade of trees, and there are some winding paths under the trees, and there are some benches next to the paths, and some old people who come out for a walk in the evening, rest, and some snuggled couples.

Outside the shade of the trees, by the river, sat a few fortune tellers, with a piece of cloth in front of them, and something on the cloth, talking with the people who had stopped, talking matter-of-factly.

Glancing at the pedestrians sitting and walking under the shade of the trees, and after glancing at a few fortune tellers by the river, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked at the bridge not far from the riverside,

On the bridge, vehicles pass by from time to time, and pedestrians either walk in a hurry, or follow the bridge, watch the water under the bridge, talk, and walk.

And there is a figure, but he stood by the guardrail on the bridge, and did not move his steps for a long time.

That figure is the man from before.

......

The man stood by the guardrail of the bridge, still holding the donation certificate in one hand, his eyes were in a trance, and he was a little distracted, looking at the raging river under the bridge.

Pedestrians on the bridge walked by its side, occasionally glaring sideways.

“...... It's the constant benefactor. ”

The old monk's gaze also stopped there, first he said something out loud, then folded his hands together, and chanted, "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Listening to the old monk's words, Lian Ge turned his gaze back, glanced at the old monk beside him, and then looked at the fortune teller who was talking to the stoppers by the river,

"Does Zen Master Jikong know how to tell fortunes?"

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge asked out loud,

Hearing this, the old monk turned his head, looked at the fortune teller on the side, looked at Lian Ge again, and shook his head,

"The poor monk's Buddhism is still superficial, and he has never learned the method of fortune-telling, and the incorruptible benefactor is ......"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to bother the Zen master of the sky to calculate people's lives. ”

"Poor monks really don't understand this method. ”

When Lian Ge heard this, he glanced at the old monk, didn't say anything more, moved his steps, and walked towards a few fortune-telling stalls on the side.

Seeing this, the old monk also followed closely and followed.

......

“...... Young man, do you want to tell fortunes?"

Walking to one of the fortune-telling booths, Lian Ge paused, and behind the stall, a bearded fortune teller looked at Lian Ge, and then at the old monk next to Lian Ge, and still asked out loud,

"If you want to calculate something, divination, fortune telling, fortune telling, good luck and evil, looking at feng shui and looking at the day, it's all fine,"

"Do you sell it at this stall?" Lian Ge glanced at the cloth spread on the ground in front of the fortune teller and smiled slightly.

When the fortune teller heard this, he couldn't help but look at Lian Ge again, and looked at the old monk beside Lian Ge,

"Sell!" the fortune teller nodded, "Five hundred, this diviner, will be sold to you along with this stall." ”

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled, took out five bills at random, and handed them to the fortune teller.

After the fortune teller took it, he smiled, put the money in his pocket, and walked out from behind the stall.

"Young man, and this master, this booth is for you, and this stool is also for you. ”

With that, the fortune teller turned and walked away.

......

"Zen Master Jikong, sit down,"

Turning his gaze back, Lian Ge looked at the old monk beside him,

"Honest benefactor, poor monk ......"

The old monk looked at the stall, and then looked at Lian Ge,

"Sit down. Lian Ge retracted his gaze, his tone was calm, and he repeated again,

When the old monk heard this, he paused again, leaned down, put the branch aside, and sat down behind the stall.

"Lord Lian, the poor monk really doesn't know how to tell fortunes, and only understands some superficial Buddhist principles. ”

The old monk shook his head again and said.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, then turned his gaze and looked at the man who was standing by the guardrail on the bridge, silent, and stopped for a long time.

"It's very simple, if somebody sits down in front of your stall in a moment, you tell him that he's dying. ”

Hearing this, the old monk first paused, then turned his head, followed Lian Ge's line of sight, and looked at the man standing on the bridge,

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

After a moment of silence, the old monk folded his hands and chanted.

......

“...... I think the daughter of the old Shen family is good, wait for your son to be free another day, and let him come back to see him. ”

"Come on, I see, we parents should worry less about these things. ”

"How can you not worry about this, you say......"

......

In front of the stall, the old man talking about his children's affairs, the couple snuggling, the family with the children, holding the mobile phone, the young people passing by in a hurry, all kinds of pedestrians walked by, and from time to time someone looked sideways at the stall, but no one stopped.

The old monk sat on the stool behind the stall, looking at the pedestrians walking in front of the stall,

Lian Ge stood aside, listening to the words mixed in his ears, looking at the lights in the distant houses,

The mouse on his shoulder stood on his forelimbs, turned his head, and looked around,

From time to time, a fresh breeze blows from the river, swaying the branches and leaves of the trees behind him.

......

As the night deepened, fewer pedestrians walked in front of the stalls, and the vehicles passing on the bridge not far away became more and more sparse.

The sound of the river flowing under the bridge is not covered by the noise and becomes clearer.

“...... Gone, gone, come back tomorrow. ”

On Lian Ge's side, several other fortune-telling stalls also cleaned up one after another, put the cloth and some pressed cloth into their bags, carried them, and walked away along the riverside.

As the words faded away, the riverside became quieter.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge looked at the bridge not far away,

On the bridge, where no one had crossed, the man still stood by the guardrail of the bridge, looking at the water flowing under the bridge, as if he was distracted.

At that moment, the donation certificate that the man was holding slipped from his hand, crossed the gap in the guardrail, and fell towards the water.

......

And the certificate splashed in the water, and sank in the waters.

The man paused, then lowered his head, and looked at the certificate that was sinking down the river.

He raised his head again and looked around the bridge,

After another pause, the man was silent and walked along the side of the bridge, towards this side of the bridge.

......

Behind the stall, Lian Ge watched quietly, and the old monk also looked at the man, watching the man walk down the bridge step by step.

After a pause at the bridge, walk along the riverside in the direction of the stalls.

The street lamps on the riverside were on, and under the lights, the shadows of men were reflected, and the shadows became shorter and longer.

The man walked to the stall step by step, paused, and turned around,

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The old monk looked at the man who had stopped in front of the stall, folded his hands, and recited a sentence.