Along the wet and potholed village road, Lian Ge walked forward with the old monk, looking at the families passing by his side.

The little mouse squatting on his shoulder also turned his head and looked around,

From time to time, some words sounded in his ears, and from time to time he passed by his side, and the villagers carrying buckets and wearing boots glanced sideways at Lian Ge and the old monk.

"Zen Master Jikong,"

After pausing again, he had already walked to the entrance of the village, and looked at the people in the village who were going away from the entrance of the village, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked at the side, some silent old monks,

"Which way do you want to go?" asked Lian Ge in a calm tone,

Hearing this, the old monk was silent and looked at the direction extending from the entrance of the village.

"Let it be decided by the Honest Benefactor...... When the poor monk first left the temple, he went all the way to the west, but later changed direction. Now the poor monk doesn't know where to go. ”

"Since Zen Master Jikong doesn't know where to go, let's see where others are going. Lian Ge smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze, and continued calmly,

"Let's go wherever the next person who passes by us. ”

"Amitabha. The old monk folded his hands and recited a sentence. Standing beside the road at the entrance of the village, he waited.

Glancing at the old monk again, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, didn't say anything more, and looked into the distance.

The sea breeze in the distance on his side blew from time to time, and the entrance to the village became quieter.

......

“...... Dad, will you come to the city to pick me up when school is out in the afternoon?"

"Dad didn't come to pick you up, why did you come back?"

A middle-aged man with dark skin, riding a motorcycle and carrying a girl behind him, approached the entrance of the village.

The sound of the motorcycle engine, mixed with the words of a girl and a middle-aged man, rang in the ears,

"Then Dad, you remember to come early......"

The girl hugged her father tightly, hiding from the oncoming wind,

"Okay, Daddy, remember, I won't miss your time after school. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and responded, "Isn't it a little cold, there is a piece of clothing in the box in the back, do you want Dad to take it out for you and put it on?"

"It's not cold, but it's warm on Daddy's back......"

The sound of the words approached with the sound of the engine, and then with the blowing sea breeze,

Looking at the father and daughter who passed in front of him and went away, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the old monk, and withdrew his gaze,

"Let's go, Zen Master Jikong. ”

After saying that, Lian Ge moved his steps, moved his steps in the direction where the father and daughter were far away, moved his steps again, and walked towards the city.

Silent, the old monk standing beside him, also holding the branch, took a step and walked beside Lian Ge.

......

Leaving this seaside fishing village, along the road outside the village, Lian Ge and the old monk gradually drifted away.

From time to time, some people who were also heading in the direction of the city passed by, and from time to time some muddy water was brought up under their feet, and from time to time, a few birds flew overhead, either from the sea or going to the sea.

While walking, Lian Ge watched, and the old monk who was silent beside him also looked at the people walking by the road.

The sound of footsteps, the sound of words, the chirping of birds, sounded in my ears, and gradually subsided.

......

After walking for a while, walking through the dirt road outside the village, Lian Ge and the old monk stepped on the road connected by the dirt road.

On the road, it was still wet, with some water stains, and from time to time vehicles ran over it, splashing muddy water.

Along the wet road, Lian Ge and the old monk continued to walk in the direction of the city.

On the side, there are more and more pedestrians and vehicles passing by from time to time,

Overhead, the rising sun that emerged from the clouds after the rain gradually climbed in the direction of the right space, the scales

“...... Go to the city, go to the city or not, three dollars a person, get in the car and go......"

An urban and rural bus that was already crowded with people approached behind Lian Ge, and a woman with a bag stuck out of the window of the bus, with sweat on her head, shouted to the people on the side of the road along the way,

Hearing this, Lian Ge paused, looked at the crowded bus, and smiled,

On the side, the old monk also stopped and looked at the bus.

"Honest donor, poor monks have no money ......"

"Lend you three dollars, and you'll pay me back later." Lian Ge smiled, took out a few pieces of change from his pocket, and handed them to the old monk,

When the old monk heard this, he looked at the money, hesitated, and took it.

......

“...... The front ones go to the back. ”

"I can't squeeze it, how can I go, there are so many people, and I am still a master......"

"There's still a place in the back, and the back goes back. ”

The urban and rural bus stopped in front of Lian Ge and the old monk, and after the door opened, Lian Ge and the old monk got on the bus.

“...... Give, find your change. ”

After touching a piece of money and handing it to the woman, the woman opened her satchel, looked for change, and handed it back.

Taking back the money and putting it in his pocket, Lian Ge retracted his gaze and glanced at the woman and the old monk beside him,

At this time, the old monk also handed the few pieces of money in his hand to the woman.

The woman first took the money, quickly opened the satchel, and was about to put the money in.

raised his head and looked at the old monk again, with some hesitation on his face,

"Are you a monk master?" the woman asked, taking the money in her voice,

"You can't be a monk, just a monk. The old monk shook his head and said,

"Master monk, take this money back...... Our family of Buddhists, like this monk, take our car, we don't charge money. ”

As she spoke, the woman gave back the three pieces of silver.

When the old monk heard this, he looked at the woman, then at the three yuan, was silent, took it, and handed it to Lian Ge.

“...... Lian donor, this money will be returned to you. ”

When Lian Ge heard this, he smiled slightly, took back the three yuan, and put it back in his pocket.

"Don't you ask, why does the family believe in Buddhism?"

Turning his gaze back, Lian Ge said in a calm tone,

Hearing this, the old monk turned his gaze and looked at the woman,

“...... Hey, it's nothing, it's just our side, there is a small temple, there are only a few old monks in the temple, more than ten or twenty years, when there is a natural disaster, there is nothing to eat in the whole village, and those old monks will give all the food saved in the temple to the people in the village...... My mother said that once when she went to the mountains to get grain, she saw those old monks eating, but in the bowl, in the pot, there was wild vegetables boiled gruel, and there were not a few grains of rice in a pot......

I was only seven or eight years old at that time, and if it weren't for those old monks, I would have been gone a long time ago.

We can't say that we believe in Buddhism more, we just feel that we owe it to those old monks. Although those old monks have passed away in the past few years, on weekdays, we will also go to the small temple and put on two pillars of incense to prevent it from being wasted. When you meet a monk on weekdays, you can give up a bowl of porridge, and if you can do it, you can make it convenient. ”

The woman waved her hand and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the old monk was silent,

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Immediately after, with his hands folded, the old monk recited a sentence,

"Master monk, there is a place here, why don't you sit down for a while? I see you're getting older, and you're tired of standing. ”

As she spoke, the woman stepped out of the way, and beside the driver's seat, arched a place where people could sit.

“...... The poor monk is good to stand. The old monk looked at the woman and shook his head.

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, smiled slightly, turned his gaze back, and looked into the crowded carriage.