Standing on the outermost edge of the crowd, Fang Xian, the only man with hair present who had been forgotten by the boss, wanted to say something several times.
The reaction of the disciples of Tianfo Temple exceeded Fang Xian's expectations. In the past, when he met them, they always had the attitude of enlightened monks who were untouched by worldly affairs. How come they have fallen into the mortal world and started fighting with each other?
Even amidst the crucial competition, there was an inexplicable sense of harmony.
It's as if this kind of scene happens frequently.
"Mr. Lu?"
Fang Xian muttered the name; it sounded somewhat familiar.
Seeing that he wouldn't be able to get in anytime soon, Fang Xian took out a Yijietong and typed in three words.
The next moment, news exploded.
Why did so many diners shed tears in Yuanhai City?
The sea creatures are offering a hefty reward to a land-based boss to find a new location; if confirmed, they'll provide a seven-day underwater tour with all meals and accommodation included.
"My brothers and I went from being sworn brothers to being enemies in a single Krabby Patty."
...
Fang Xian was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of messages; every post he clicked on mentioned Boss Lu.
After reading for a while, Fang Xian remembered that he had read a post a long time ago about a fellow ascetic who, after eating a piece of food, gave up his ascetic practice and entered the path of carefree wandering.
Lu Wu's name was mentioned in it.
At the time, he scoffed at the man, considering him a heretic, and didn't take him seriously at all.
When Boss Lu actually appeared before him, and seeing the monks' frantic behavior, Fang Xian began to doubt himself.
As the saying goes, the end of doubt is the beginning of truth.
After reading a few posts, Fang Xian's eyes involuntarily fell on the delicious-looking food.
Steaming hot snail rice noodles, stacked mini hamburgers, crispy pancakes...
There were so many posts, with foodies sharing their experiences. The posts were filled with photos from all angles, and every single one of them made Fang Xian want to devour the food.
Snap!
Fang Xian put away the One Realm Pass, but his aroused appetite was triggering a physical reaction.
Fang Xian swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.
no!
We absolutely cannot let a food stall owner corrupt his conscience!
He practiced asceticism, cultivating not only his body but also his mind.
"I will not succumb to temptation. No matter how many tempting delicacies there are, they cannot sway my heart."
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form... emptiness is... braised pork knuckle, ptooey, it's ice jelly... I spit ptooey ptooey."
Fang Xian, with his back to the stall, couldn't continue speaking.
Even though his sense of smell was blocked, the images left in his mind continued to affect him, making it impossible for him to calm down.
Lu Wu had already served the third monk.
More and more monks received milk tea, and they gathered together to enjoy it, praising it highly.
"Beat up the lemon is so delicious! It's sour and sweet, and it clears my head a lot. Things I couldn't understand before suddenly make sense."
"Me too. After licking the milk foam, a lot of my thoughts suddenly became clear."
"Senior brother, you lick the milk foam too?"
"I didn't just lick it; I ate every last drop of the milk foam clinging to the cup. I couldn't let it go to waste."
"Junior brother, let's kiss. I've got my eye on the milk foam on the corner of your lips."
"roll!"
"I really like eating these pearls. They're bouncy and have a strong caramel flavor. They even seem to dance when you bite into them."
"Look at these big strawberries, they're so sweet and satisfying."
The diners showered the food with compliments, which also drew Fang Xian's attention.
I don't know when he developed his sense of smell.
The air was filled with the aromas of milk, tea, and fruit, and Fang Xian felt much more relaxed by smelling them.
His lips began to curl upwards, he opened his mouth, and lunged forward with all his might, biting down on the invisible hook.
One step, two steps...
Fang Xian stood at the back of the line, imitating the monks' actions, standing on tiptoe to count how many people were ahead of him.
He is not succumbing to desire, but rather seeking to experience desire and thus conquer it.
This is also a high level of ascetic practice.
He believed that once he truly confronted this evil spirit called Milk Tea, he would surely be able to defeat it and thus gain enlightenment and a clearer understanding of mind and body.
The waiting time was agonizing.
Especially when you see other diners drinking one cup after another while you're left empty-handed.
This anxious anticipation made Fang Xian want to push aside the monks in front of him and shout, "Let me do it!"
"let me!"
The loud shouts echoed in all directions.
The source was behind Fang Xian, and his heart raced with fear.
Looking back, I realized that several more ascetics had arrived at the summit. I don't know how long they had been there, but they were now staring at the stalls with shining eyes.
When you're starving and parched, and a fragrant cup of milk tea is placed in front of you, do you continue to strictly adhere to the rules, or do you let loose and embrace the milk tea?
The person who spoke up chose the latter.
"I knew asceticism wasn't for me! I'm only good at eating, drinking, and living a carefree life. Here I come!"
He had been so thirsty from climbing all the way up that his throat was parched.
Those cups of cool milk tea were like a cure-all to him, and he pounced on the stall, completely ignoring the presence of everyone else.
"Boss, I want it..."
Before he could finish stating his demands, a fist loomed large in the ascetic's eyes.
The birth of the panda eyes was so simple and unadorned, but that wasn't the end of it. Another hand reached out from the side and grabbed the ascetic who dared to cut in line.
"I'll let you cut in line, I'll make you blind, I'll make you drink, hehehe..."
The monks vented their frustration from the long wait on the ascetic monk, and they showed no mercy when they started to beat him.
Some wicked monks even deliberately target painful spots to harm others.
During this period, Fang Xian's few dirty tricks were also indispensable.
On the mountain path, we are companions; here, we are competitors. Dare to cut in line, and I'll kill you.
After a round of punches and kicks, the diners vented their anger, and the ascetic lying on the ground also regained consciousness.
It wasn't seriously injured, but it hurt a lot.
He was in so much pain that his eyes were seeing stars when he got up.
"I already said I know I was wrong, you guys are really ruthless."
The ascetic who had done wrong had no confidence to resist. He touched his swollen face, lowered his head, and stumbled to the back of the line.
Can't he just wait in line?
He could still endure the thirst; he didn't want to get beaten up.
Waaaaah, it hurts, I need to breathe.
Having learned from this example, the other ascetics lined up voluntarily.
However, not all ascetic practices are lured by milk tea; some sit cross-legged on the ground to regulate their breathing, oblivious to the world around them.
Some others are struggling in the same way as Fang Xian.
"Brother, take my advice: the sooner you figure it out, the sooner you'll have a drink."
Fang Xian, now alone, was in a good mood. He advised the ascetic and recounted his own experience of fighting against his inner demons.
"In the end, you still can't resist the temptation of your inner demons. You might as well not hesitate in the first place."
"Look, there's another person at the back of the line."
Tianfo Temple has many disciples, and more and more disciples are coming after hearing the news.
The team is growing.
"Milk tea, wait for me!"
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