Chapter 33 Amitabha, I’ve been drunk, I’ve been drunk

The old scholar told them seriously not to touch meat before entering the temple.

The pilgrims who were eager to leave finally woke up from their dream.

Yes, burning incense and worshiping Buddha is their primary purpose of coming here.

Although some people do not believe in taboos deep down in their hearts.

But since we have come to this solemn and dignified temple.

In such an atmosphere, it is naturally better to believe it exists than to believe it does not.

"Hey, let's go back first and eat after we finish praying."

A pilgrim in the crowd shouted.

Seeing this, the others smacked their lips and went back reluctantly.

At this time, Zhou Yun was also in the crowd.

She was dressed in plain clothes and came with a pious heart to pray for her son to study.

But I didn't expect to be distracted by the roujiamo.

Seeing others walking back, Zhou Yun couldn't move at all.

Not only that, the strange smell of meat was trying hard to get into her nose.

She could only swallow hard to suppress the impulse in her heart.

Hey, it’s almost time to open, just be patient.

After a while of worshipping, I came out and started eating a lot!

A few minutes later, the ancient and heavy door of the temple opened on time.

Zhou Yun hurried through the crowd and headed straight for the Manjusri Hall.

Entering the hall, the solemn Buddha statues and curling green smoke make people feel awe.

Zhou Yun began to kneel down and kowtow three times devoutly.

A young man was kneeling on the mat next to her.

His face was pious yet a little confused.

He came here for his own research.

I saw several classmates choose to pray to Buddha between seeking knowledge and studying, and they successfully got ashore.

Naturally, he couldn't fall behind.

But when he actually arrived in front of Manjushri Bodhisattva, the young man didn't know what to say when making a wish.

He looked left and right.

His eyes finally locked onto the middle-aged woman beside him.

Then let’s follow suit.

The young man knelt beside him, his head slightly tilted.

He pricked up his ears and secretly listened to Zhou Yun's words.

At this time, Zhou Yun was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue.

Close your eyes and put your hands together.

The whole person seems pious and calm, but in fact he is in a trance.

My thoughts are still floating on the roujiamo.

The more she tried to expel it with her mind, the clearer the image of Roujiamo became.

After some effort, Zhou Yun simply gave up and started making a wish.

"Namo the Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva, I, your disciple Zhou Yun, live in xxx. I pray to Manjushri Bodhisattva for blessings. May he open up boundless wisdom for my son xxx. May he gain both blessings and wisdom, and may he pass the exam to become a Roujiamo chef..."

Ugh…Pfft. Pfft.”

Zhou Yun quickly shook her head and refocused.

"I got admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University."

The young man listened and took notes silently in his heart.

Just as I was listening intently, I suddenly heard the words "pass the exam to eat Roujiamo".

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

His shoulders kept shaking and he almost fell off the mat.

The pilgrims queuing behind were also covering their mouths and laughing.

"Hahaha, you're applying to Tsinghua University, she's applying to Peking University, and my aunt's family is making barbecued pork buns."

"Roasted meat buns? That's not the right way to worship Manjushri Bodhisattva. You should worship the God of Food!"

"This is a serious mismatch of professions! Auntie, you've walked into the wrong set."

Zhou Yun's face turned red due to the sudden laughter, and she felt very embarrassed.

Seeing this, several young masters hurried over to maintain order.

Everyone realized their own misconduct and did not want to lose their manners in front of the Buddha.

The hall immediately returned to its usual solemnity.

As time goes by.

Many pilgrims visited the main hall, donated incense and then started their journey home.

The first stop on the return journey was naturally Su Chen’s roujiamo stall.

Inside the temple, the pilgrims were somewhat careful and walked slowly.

But once he walked out of the temple, he just let himself go and ran away as fast as he could.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a lot of people gathered around Su Chen's stall in an instant.

"Boss, two servings of roujiamo, please."

"I want one too."

"Boss, since there are so many of us, can you give us a group purchase price?"

Su Chen spoke without any hesitation.

"Sorry. No bargaining, the roujiamo is absolutely worth it."

Many determined middle-aged people turned around and left when they saw that there were no discounts.

But there are still many people who pay directly based on a strong instinct to eat.

I've been craving this taste for a long time, there's no reason to back out.

Besides, it smells so good, you’ll be in heaven when you eat it!

Even if they are slaughtered, they are willing to fall into the trap.

I saw Su Chen take out a pile of cured meat from the pot.

Pieces of fat and lean pork belly, rosy in color, lay on the chopping board.

The fat is stewed until it is very soft, the lean meat fibers are distinct and the texture is clearly visible.

You can tell the quality is good at first glance.

It's so tempting that people can't take their eyes off it.

As the saying goes, I am not afraid of being torn to pieces, I just want to keep the delicious taste on my lips.

With each chopping, the aroma of the meat becomes stronger.

Zhou Yun came out very early, and since she jogged all the way here, she got the first roujiamo directly.

This is a heavy weight, it’s a big one.

It gives you an unprecedented sense of satisfaction before you even eat it.

The hot steamed bun is filled with warm cured meat, and the aroma is everywhere.

Facing the gazes of the people around her, Zhou Yun took a big bite.

The Baiji steamed buns are baked to perfection, with the crispy outer layer and the soft inner layer complementing each other perfectly.

The bacon is rosy in color, the fat is tender but not mushy, and melts in your mouth. The lean meat is soft and tasty, and breaks into shreds with a light chew.

The pilgrims who hadn't bought anything yet got conjunctivitis when they saw how deliciously she ate.

"Boss, I haven't finished mine yet, please add three more."

"boss……"

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At the same time, the young monk at the temple gate was carefully sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

As we approached the door.

A scent of meat wafted over, completely making him dizzy.

The young monk sniffed uncontrollably on the broom for a few seconds before coming to his senses.

I clasped my hands together and said: Amitabha, I have been drunk, I have been drunk.

Who on earth is selling the braised meat? Who is he trying to kill with the delicious smell?!

Don’t you know that this is a pure place of Buddhism?

The young monk held his breath, holding a broom, and continued to slowly gather the fallen leaves.

How does this song go?

"The young monk went down the mountain to beg for food. The old monk gave him instructions. The braised meat at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you see it, you must avoid it."

Yeah, that’s right!

It would be fine if he didn’t see, hear, smell or think!!!

But he never expected that the fragrance seemed to have legs and drilled into his nose accurately.

Forget it, I'll just hide.

The young monk couldn't stand it anymore and was just about to put down the broom and find a place to take shelter.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the figure of the monk on duty not far away.

His body paused for a moment.

Thinking of the last time I was lazy and was punished to copy the Diamond Sutra, I couldn't help but shudder.

It seems there is no way to escape this disaster!

The little monk sighed, quickly stuffed some toilet paper into his nostrils, and continued sweeping the floor.

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(End of this chapter)