Chen Mo strolled over to the perimeter, only to hear an angry voice roaring at the entrance of the parking lot, drawing the attention of several queuing diners.

"Is this the place you said where you can eat meat at the temple?"

"Huh? Is this the place where you said you didn't eat meat, just went for a run, huh?"

Gao Yang was beside himself with anger, pointing at Zhou Hu and the other five with disappointment, "Do you know why I'm so mad?"

Zhou Hu: "Teacher, I was wrong. I couldn't control my mouth, let down your expectations!"

Ma Qiang: "Teacher Gao, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you at the foot of the mountain..."

Li Jun: "Teacher, I shouldn't have remained silent when they were lying."

Zhou Hu and Ma Qiang: ???

Gao Yang shook his head and sighed, "What makes me mad is that you guys have delicious food and eat it yourselves?"

"All of you stand here and watch me eat!"

Gao Yang gave his six proud disciples the world's harshest punishment — standing and watching others eat.

The diners present couldn't help but shudder, thinking that this teacher was indeed ruthless; this punishment was even harsher than hitting the palm.

Gao Yang also queued up on the outskirts; he chose a more lively line.

The parking lot looked peculiar at this moment. If a drone took an overhead view, it would see eight long lines radiating out from a large iron pot at the center, seemingly hinting at some underlying truth.

At the front of the line.

Dunzi, who originally had a wealth and a carefree attitude, had to be cautious after a limit was set on picking, as there was only one chance for the time being. Holding his breath and concentrating all his attention on his hands.

"Awesome!"

"Wow, picked out a drumstick just like that? What a score!"

"Two yuan for a drumstick this big, that's a steal, wow, hurry up and eat at the back, let me try!"

Dunzi looked up to see Zhang Feng proudly placing the drumstick he just picked into his own dipping dish, blissfully leaving the line and queuing up again from the back.

"Hit!" Dunzi's chopsticks plunged into the pot, feeling something soft, then he pulled out hard, "I hit it! Damn, I finally hit it!"

After spending fifty yuan, Dunzi successfully skewered a juicy piece of pork knuckle with skin from the large iron pot, envying others to the point their eyes turned red.

It must be said, pork knuckle with skin surely ranks no less than a drumstick.

Huineng and Huike, the two monk brothers, were watching with fixed eyes, while the people in line behind them impatiently urged them on.

Huineng suddenly put away his chopsticks, "Junior, go back to the temple."

"Huh?" Huike was just about to use his chopsticks, "Why? Do you have some private stash of money?"

They indeed didn't have much money left.

Huineng shook his head, "Go find Senior Brother Huai Yuan, only he can handle this."

Gasp!

Huike took a step back, startled, "Really calling Senior Brother Huai Yuan?"

"Call him!"

Huike grabbed Huineng's arm, "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Huike dropped his chopsticks, as if making some determination, and stepped out of the first place in line.

Their words left other diners puzzled. It's one thing for a monk to eat meat; nowadays, frankly, people can understand—monkhood has pretty much become a profession.

But you two calling on one senior brother and another; is it really necessary to call for backup over a meal? Could they really call in some master?

Diners decided not to care and continued to watch the action unfold.

LuLu originally wanted to give it a try too, but the viewers in the livestream were complaining about the camera angle, so she had to leave the line and squeeze into the crowd to broadcast live for them.

Haiyue Temple.

Huai Yuan was fast asleep; he was so hungry that if he didn't sleep, he felt like he might starve to death.

"Brother Huai Yuan, Brother!"

Huai Yuan just felt someone shaking his body, turned over, drowsily opened his eyes, "Huike? Why aren't you cooking porridge and disturbing me?"

"Brother, get up, something big happened!"

Huai Yuan sat up, rubbing his eyes, "What could it be?"

The temple had been quiet for years, and in the middle of the night, what could possibly happen?

Huike racked his brain but didn't know where to start, so he had to address the root cause directly, "Brother Huai Yuan, do you want to eat meat?"

Huai Yuan was stunned at first, then clasped his hands together in shock, "Sin, sin."

"Stop pretending, who doesn't know you used to be a fisherman? You have speared more fish than I've killed ants."

"Damn, why mention that! I'm here to pay my debts after converting to Buddhism!"

Huai Yuan, originally named Zhang Xiushan, was a native of Qu Shui in Jingzhou.

Qu Shui had a famous river locally known as Quyang River, and the renowned Quyang Reservoir was in Qu County.

Zhang Xiushan grew up in Qu Shui. When others fished by the reservoir, he used a wooden stick wrapped with tin on the end, creating a spike to spear fish.

As soon as a fish surfaced, Zhang Xiushan was spot-on with every jab!

Later, when the reservoir intensified management and banned fishing, Zhang Xiushan stopped playing around, but he was considered a ruffian in Qu Shui.

He mastered hoop toss, ball throwing, sandbag tossing, and the like, to the point where during the Qu Shui Temple Fair, Zhang Xiushan was blacklisted.

Disliking study, he later followed the circus from the fair for performances, where he performed the knife-throwing act.

He'd tie a female performer to a wooden stake and throw knives, hitting every time — whether directly facing, turned around, or blindfolded — he lived flamboyantly for a few years.

During one performance in Qu Shui, the circus was shut down, as staff protested, saying, how could they publicly perform such dangerous acts?

Zhang Xiushan didn't comply at that time, asserting that his skill was genuine, questioning why others could perform, but he couldn't?

The staff told him that others staged fake acts, only he performed them for real!

Zhang Xiushan, having no standout qualities but exceptional accuracy, felt that staging fake acts wasn't his thing, so he left the circus.

Later, through a friend's introduction, he went to Wanglong Mountain to become a monk, responsible for throwing coins for tourists.

Wanglong Mountain appeared like a dragon when viewed from above, and a dragon's head was built on its summit.

Zhang Xiushan, throwing coins for tourists from five or six meters away with great precision into the dragon's mouth, ensured their wishes were accepted by the Dragon God, making tourists happy to tip handsomely.

Business wasn't good in the recent years, otherwise even the Abbot would need to be respectful in front of Zhang Xiushan.

Seeing the senior brother unmoved, Huike resorted to drastic measures, "Outside, there's a vendor with a two-yuan pick from the pot game, and we've lost a few hundred without getting anything!"

As expected.

Huai Yuan flipped up instantly, "There's such a thing? Where?"

"Follow me!"

Huike led Huai Yuan on a quick jog out of the Buddhist gate, rushing towards the parking lot.

Running and laughing, Huai Yuan couldn't believe someone dared to play such tricks on his turf.

Have people forgotten the legendary tales of Zhang Xiushan since his absence from the scene for so long?

"It's time to teach that arrogant boss a good lesson!"

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