Chapter 42 Abbot, we have not violated the precepts!
We waited in line for a long time, and it was Ramadan time.
Monk Huikong and the young monk hurried to the dining hall together.
When he was halfway there, he suddenly saw the abbot coming towards him.
The abbot's attention was instantly drawn to the brown packaging bags in the two people's hands.
There were a few big bright red words printed on it - Roujiamo.
“You, you guys…”
The abbot's expression changed instantly.
In broad daylight, you don't even bother pretending.
It seems that the temple rules and regulations need to be strictly enforced!
"Abbot! Listen to me..."
Monk Huikong reacted immediately and began to explain eagerly.
"We just bought a white steamed bun, we didn't break the rules at all!"
He fumbled around and pulled out a bagel and showed it to the host.
The little monk also nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, Abbot. We have always strictly followed the temple rules and dare not violate them in the slightest!"
After hearing this, the abbot gently stroked his chest with his hand to suppress the shock he had just felt.
"Amitabha, you all need to practice well and not break the precepts!"
The abbot wanted to turn around and leave, but a faint fragrance wafted over on the wind.
Come closer.
The molecules of Baiji steamed buns performed Brownian motion wildly and diffused into the abbot's nasal cavity.
The wheat fragrance carries the warmth of the sun and the simplicity of the soil, making people feel as if they are in a vast wheat field.
The abbot couldn't help but slowly close his eyes.
Feel the caress of the breeze and the swaying of the wheat ears.
At this moment, a sense of peace and harmony with all things welled up in my heart.
"This steamed bun smells very simple. Where did you buy it from?"
The abbot stood there, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.
"Reporting to the abbot, it's right at the temple gate, and the line has been waiting for a long time."
The abbot nodded slightly upon hearing this, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
I think the simple taste of this world must be different from the vegetarian food in the temple, and I would like to try it.
You two idiots, didn’t even think of buying one for me.
"Huikong, Jingwu, can each of you eat that much?"
"Abbot, don't worry. This disciple and fellow apprentice Jingwu will definitely finish it and won't waste anything. Although this steamed bun is large, it can't satisfy the disciples' hunger. Besides, we disciples will cherish the food and live up to the abbot's teachings."
Seeing that the two monks didn't react, the abbot's face gradually darkened.
"Never mind, go ahead. Be more sensible in your actions from now on. Put this bag away quickly and go to the dining hall to enjoy your meal."
The abbot flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
"The abbot's teaching is correct. I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."
Monk Huikong and the young novice monk felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly stuffed the Baiji steamed buns into their arms and walked towards the dining hall.
Just arrived at the dining hall.
The monks were eating vegetarian food.
It’s still the same four things: vegetables, tofu, steamed buns, and porridge.
Huikong and the other man cleverly took out half of the Baiji steamed bun from their bags and walked in with a swagger.
Don’t think this is Roujiamo!
I didn't break any rules!
The monks were stunned for a moment when they saw what they had in their hands.
The roujiamo stall at the door sells its food outside every day.
They have all experienced that fierce and overbearing meat aroma to some extent.
On ordinary days, no one dares to think about eating Roujiamo.
But now, looking at Huikong and the little monk, his heart was in turmoil.
These two are geniuses! There is no wife in wife cake, and there is no meat in roujiamo!
Why didn’t we think of it?
I just thought about not breaking the rules, but I didn't expect that this would be possible.
For a moment, the dining hall was filled with buzzing sounds.
Huikong held the hot Baiji steamed bun in both hands, leaned in and took a deep breath.
This strong wheat aroma smells so good.
If you press it lightly, there is a noticeable rebound.
“Crack.”
Huikong took a bite and his eyes suddenly widened.
The first thing you taste on your tongue is the crispy and charred skin.
The inside is soft and delicious.
The filling of the steamed bun is light milky white, just like biting into a sweet marshmallow, delicate and with a certain toughness.
“Gudong——”
The monks saw Huikong and the little novice monk eating the food with such relish.
Everyone stopped eating and swallowed.
"Brother Huikong, how does this Baiji steamed bun taste?"
Huikong swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun, clasped his hands together, and spoke slowly.
"This steamed bun is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, overflowing with the aroma of wheat. When you take a bite, the taste is like the Buddha's light shining upon you, warming your heart. Although it lacks the fishy taste of meat, it has the richness of wheat. It is truly a delicacy."
The young monk also nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Brother, you are absolutely right. This Baiji steamed bun is chewy and smooth to swallow. Every bite feels like a delicacy bestowed by the Buddha, bringing joy to the heart."
All in all, it's delicious.
They have never eaten such delicious vegetarian food in their lives!
After they finished talking, they put the cake into their mouths again.
"Junior Brother Huikong, can you give us a taste of this?"
"Junior brother, please give me a bite, just one bite, please..."
Seeing this, several good brothers came forward.
Huikong's mouth twitched and he immediately refused.
"This is the bread we queued up for a long time to buy. If you want to eat it, go buy it yourself."
It’s not enough for the two of us, so why should I give it to you?
If I had known it was so delicious, I would have bought four.
For a moment, many monks rushed out of the dining hall and came to the gate of the temple.
At a glance, the food cart was gone, the long queue was gone, and the roujiamo buns were gone.
Their expectant hearts fell to the ground and shattered.
So frustrating! I can only buy it tomorrow!
…
Eleven o'clock.
Su Chen sold the last roujiamo and started to pack up his stall.
There are more people queuing today, earlier than yesterday.
Qiangzi and Qian Peng's residences are not very close to Fuze Temple.
They each set out from their homes, met at Wanda Plaza, and then headed towards Fuze Temple.
Waited to a traffic light intersection.
Qian Peng stretched out his right hand and pointed to the path ahead.
"Qiangzi, walk this way, cross this path and turn right, and you'll see Fuze Temple in a few minutes."
Qiangzi nodded.
Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a familiar vehicle out of the corner of his eye and immediately turned to look.
However, all I could see was the back of the vehicle moving away.
He hurriedly picked up his phone and pressed the shutter button.
Qian Peng was very confused when he saw Qiangzi's sudden action.
"Qiangzi, what's wrong? What happened?"
There was a glint of excitement in Qiangzi's eyes and his voice trembled slightly.
"I just saw the pig's trotter seller's car going that way."
Qian Peng suddenly became curious and hurried over to look at Qiangzi's mobile phone screen.
The photo isn't very clear.
However, the outline of the car model is indeed very similar.
"Hey, this photo is so blurry I can't really tell. The car is nowhere to be seen now, so I can't even chase it..."
"How about posting the photo to the group? There are a lot of big guys in the group, maybe they can figure out something?"
Hearing this, Qiangzi nodded helplessly.
(End of this chapter)
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