Chapter 56: Local Monks and Foreign Monks

Chapter 56: Local Monks and Foreign Monks

Longmen Town, which was famous for the Longmen Grottoes in the past, is still one of the holy places of Buddhism in this time and space. Although the whole town is called a town, it is no less than a small city because of the endless stream of tourists and pilgrims from all over the world.

Since it is a Buddhist holy place, there are naturally many monks. After entering the city gate, you can see a bald man after walking a few steps.

Traveling with a monk, it was troublesome to have only one horse. Zhao Yushu was not used to riding with men, and he did not have much luggage that needed to be carried by the old horse. It was not good for him to ride while the monk walked, so he returned the rented horse to the post station as soon as he entered the city, and it was fine for him to walk.

"Fellow countryman, which is the most famous restaurant here?" Zhao Yushu walked to a stall and asked casually.

The stall owner looked at the monk next to Zhao Yushu and said, "Of course our Buddha won't leave." He looked very proud and pointed to a three-story building.

"Hahahaha, that's an interesting name. Let's go, monk. Let's see how delicious this food is and whether you, a monk, can really eat so much that you can't walk."

The Buddha's Restaurant is indeed a famous online restaurant. Because Lao Zhao and the monk entered the city in the evening, it was already crowded at this time, and the rows of small bamboo chairs outside were almost full of people.

After receiving a small wooden sign with a queue number, Zhao Yushu and the monk found two empty chairs to sit down. Zhao Yushu looked at the sign in his hand and said, "This world is really outrageous. There is even a waiting area."

The monk tilted his head slightly and said, "Donor, it seems that you are not from our world."

Lao Zhao glanced at the monk and said, "Monk, does your Buddhism also have the concept of three thousand worlds?"

The monk nodded

"Then why must I be from this world?" Looking at Zhao Yushu's narrow smile, the monk frowned and seemed to be lost in thought.

After a long time, the monk's brows relaxed and he said, "Donor, you are right. Buddha said that a grain of sand is a world. Why do we all have to be people of the same world?"

Lao Zhao clapped his hands and said, "Monk, I think you are the most intelligent one. Your master is wrong."

The monk thought for a moment and said, "Maybe the master is indeed wrong."

"No. 157, is No. 157 here?" the waiter shouted at the door holding a small notebook.

"It's our turn, let's go!" Zhao Yushu pulled the monk over and handed the wooden sign to the waiter. Someone led the two of them to an empty table on the second floor.

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

"Pick up your specialties, come up!" Lao Zhao had just returned more than two thousand taels of silver, and he was very generous.

"Okay," the waiter quickly wrote down the names of seven or eight dishes in a small notebook, handed it to Zhao Yushu for confirmation, and then extended his hand: "Excuse me, sir, according to local rules, you have to pay first and eat later. It's a three-liang discount."

Zhao Yushu took out three taels of silver and handed it over: "This is rare. I have eaten so many meals in Dongdu, and I have never seen anyone pay first."

This is pure nonsense. Every time he goes to Tianxianglou, Zhao Yushu bids ten taels of silver first, but this doesn't stop him from showing off here.

Since the guest paid, the waiter was honest: "Sir, you don't know, our Buddha is not walking, we mainly serve vegetarian food. There are hundreds of Buddhist temples in Longmen, big and small, and none of them can compare to our vegetarian food. That's why pilgrims like to come here. Naturally, masters from various Buddhist temples also like to come here."

Zhao Yushu nodded: "It is indeed very popular, but what does this have to do with paying first?"

The waiter looked at the monk and said, "I am sorry to offend you. Some masters like to say they are begging for alms after eating."

Zhao Yushu said, "Oh, I understand. The monk is eating a free meal."

Smiling and waving his hand to let the waiter serve the dishes, Zhao Yushu turned around and looked at the diners around him. As expected, there were two or three bald people at the ten tables.

The food was served quickly. Zhao Yushu took a bite and found it to be as delicious as its reputation.

Lao Zhao and the monk were enjoying their meal, but just after taking a few bites, their wonderful dining experience was interrupted by a rough and loud voice: "Why should I pay first? If your food is not tasty, will you refund my money?"

Zhao Yushu turned his head and saw four monks sitting at a table not far away. They were all big and strong, like Master Lu who pulled up a willow tree in the TV series in his previous life. Each of them was holding a big iron rod as thick as a bowl. If they smashed it down, it would probably go straight down to the first floor.

Zhao Yushu looked carefully and found that, as expected, the four people were shining with spiritual light. They were all cultivators, but their cultivation was average. Only the loudmouth was the same as himself, and the other three were all at the first level.

The waiter had seen big scenes before, and even though he was sweating profusely, he still had a smile on his face: "Masters, please don't embarrass me, this is the rule of our store."

"Rules? We have traveled all over the country for so many years, and this is the first time we have seen such bullshit rules!"

"If you can't afford it, go down and give others a seat, and don't make noise here and disturb our appetite."

Silence

The one who dared to say this was naturally not the waiter, but the monk at another table. Sure enough, it was another second level of heaven. Old Zhao's heart skipped a beat. Although there were many monks, there shouldn't be this many, especially in such a small place. Could something have happened?

"Who are you, you bastard? You don't want your teeth anymore." Master Lu pushed the waiter aside, picked up a big iron rod and walked up to the monk who was talking.

Zhao Yushu took a bite of food and said, "You Buddhists are supposed to be quiet and peaceful, so why are the monks at these two tables so violent?"

The young monk beside him picked up the food much faster than Lao Zhao: "Buddhism or Taoism, they are just different paths. Why do you think that as long as we walk on the same path, we have to think exactly the same?"

Lao Zhao was dumbfounded. Why the hell would you have such an idea? Is this what a good monk with faith should say? You deserve to be kicked out.

So Lao Zhao raised his thumb again and said, "Monk, you are a philosopher."

The monk raised his head and thought about what philosophy meant, but he didn't understand it, so he just ate.

The monk who had mocked him stood up and looked at Master Lu unceremoniously: "Which temple are you from?"

Master Lu raised his thick eyebrows and glared: "Luonan Fenglin Temple"

The monk opposite sneered: "So you are from another place. When you come here, you must abide by the local rules. Didn't your master teach you that?"

Master Lu said with a pah: "If it weren't for your Wang Yuanwai's invitation, why would we brothers have come all the way to Longmen?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the sarcastic monk, but also many diners burst into laughter, causing Master Lu and his companions to look at each other in bewilderment, and even a little at a loss.

"I was wondering what it was, it turns out he was a stranger who knew nothing but wanted to come here to eat and drink for free, and Mr. Wang invited him. Mr. Wang issued a notice to invite all the monks and Taoists within a thousand miles. I'm afraid you don't know."

Master Lu's face flushed red immediately. It was obvious that there was information asymmetry or he didn't know who had fooled him. But he couldn't lose the situation, so he quickly responded and shouted, "If the local monks and Taoists in Longmen were capable of dealing with that ghost Buddha, why would Mr. Wang publish a notice to invite people from thousands of miles away? It's because you locals are incompetent."

Damn, that was a very accurate shot, a basic attack with a critical hit, Master Lu silenced more than half of the people with just one sentence, and then the locals became red and warm.