Lin Wei, who was lowering his head and feeling depressed, smelled this vague fragrance, and immediately raised his head: "What does this smell like? It smells so good."
Wu Haimei also opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath: "It smells really good."
Lin Zhengdao had a strange expression on his face: "Scent? What kind of fragrance? Why don't I smell anything?"
"You can't smell such an obvious smell?" Wu Haimei asked her husband a little strangely.
Lin Zhengdao was speechless, thinking how could my nose be as good as the two foodies like you
But after a while, he actually smelled the fragrance that was spreading. He couldn't tell what it was, but it gave people the impression that it was fragrant, the kind that can arouse greed in others. Lin Zhengdao, a person who usually doesn't care much about food, couldn't help but feel a little moved by the aroma: "This aroma is really strange. It's something I've never smelled before. I don't know what kind of food it smells like?" "
Lin Wei squinted her eyes and inhaled hard, and suddenly said with some surprise: "It's Ye Chui, this must be the smell created by Ye Chui!"
Wu Haimei looked at her daughter in surprise: "How do you know? Did Ye Chui make this dish for you before?"
Lin Wei shook her head: "Ye Chui has never cooked this dish for me, but I just know that it must be Ye Chui cooking it, and the taste must be created by Ye Chui!"
Lin Zhengdao rolled his eyes and said, "Then what is Ye Chui going to do?"
Lin Wei became excited: "I just said that Ye Chui must make a super delicious dish that all the monks can't help but be attracted to. He will use this dish to attract grandma out of the room!"
Lin Zhengdao: "..."
Wu Haimei: "..."
The two of them obviously couldn't understand their daughter's thinking and couldn't help laughing. They felt that the words she said were too fantasy. However, smelling the increasingly rich fragrance, the smiles on Lin Zhengdao and Wu Haimei's faces were both different. It disappeared involuntarily. This smell... maybe it really has this magical power.
…
The most spectacular building in Zhuangyan Temple is the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. There are tens of thousands of Buddha statues enshrined in this Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. It is very spectacular. Every time in the evening, dozens of monks in the temple will come together. In the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Buddhist sutras are recited and evening classes are held. Of course, these monks are all genuine monks, not fake monks who come here specifically to work.
The sounds of chanting the Buddha one after another seem to have some kind of rhythm. There are even tourists standing in a circle outside the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall. Some are recording this scene with a camera, and some are recording these Buddhist sounds with a high-power tape recorder.
But suddenly, the sound of chanting in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas stopped. The reason for the stop was that a faint fragrance came in. The monks who had been vegetarians for a long time and chanted Buddha suddenly felt a little uncontrollable when they smelled this fragrance. Living.
It was as if I had been eating chaffy vegetables and suddenly saw the delicacies of mountains and seas. The strong difference was immediately unbearable.
The monk stirred and looked around, looking for the source of the fragrance.
The tourists standing outside the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall also whispered, wondering where the fragrance came from.
"What are you doing? Please be serious!" A master sitting in front of many monks couldn't help but ask He Dao.
He is the elder of the evening class and is responsible for leading many disciples to complete their homework.
After hearing his accusation, these Buddhist disciples immediately started chanting Buddha's name again, but the beautiful melody in their voices seemed to be gone. Occasionally, some people even chanted incorrectly, and many monks appeared to be distracted.
It's like a man who has been abstinent for a long time and suddenly sees a beautiful character walking naked. Who can bear it
The evening class, which lasted for more than an hour, was finally over.
For these monks, it is a lesson that must be experienced every day. They are already very accustomed and familiar with it. They did not feel that it was difficult at first, but today's evening class made them feel like ants on a hot pot. They couldn't bear it. By the end of the evening class, hundreds of monks left the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, talking in low voices.
"What does this smell like? It's so fragrant... This doesn't seem to be the smell of something made in a temple kitchen."
"I think it smells like meat."
"Don't talk nonsense. I ate a lot of meat before I became a monk a year ago, but I have never tasted such a delicious taste."
"That's right, my mother cooked me a pork dinner two days ago when I went home to visit relatives, but it didn't smell so good..."
"Huh? Have you eaten meat?"
"Did I just say something? Amitabha, I must be hysterical because I haven't had enough sleep recently. Senior brothers, please don't pay attention."
“…”
The master who was previously responsible for reading in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple had a look of sullen expression on his face when he walked out of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. He thought coldly: "I don't know where the fragrance comes from. It's such a sin to leave people quiet... I don't know this." Is it a monastery? How can people recite the Buddha’s name when it smells so fragrant?”
"Junior Brother Mingfeng." At this time, two solemn-looking monks suddenly came from the side. One of them was Ming Jing, and the other was a fat monk with a goatee on his face. His face was red, but There was even more of a solemn aura, and he was wearing a bright red cloak.
This represents his status as the abbot of this temple.
Monk Mingfeng put his hands together and said, "Senior Brother Mingjing, Senior Brother Mingchen."
The name of this fat monk and abbot is Mingchen.
"I don't know where this smell came from. Mingfeng, you are responsible for the recitation of the disciples in the temple, but you must let them control their state of mind." Mingchen said with an admonishing look.
"I know that our Buddha's heart is firm. How can we be deceived by a mere fragrance? Senior brother, you can rest assured." Mingfeng said hurriedly.
Mingchen nodded and said to Mingjing: "Junior Brother Mingjing, you are an eminent monk. This time you come to my Zhuangyan Temple. I have some Buddhist principles that I don't understand. I want to ask you for advice, so I invite you to come to my Zen room. Well, a few days ago I thought the pilgrims had brought some fine tea, so we could have tea and discuss Zen. Wouldn’t it be fun?”
"Senior brother, I appreciate your kindness. Unfortunately, I am reciting Buddha's words to resolve the confusions of the pilgrims today. I already feel very tired and want to go back to my room to rest first." Ming Jing said with an apologetic look.
"Then please ask Mingjing to take a rest as soon as possible." Abbot Mingchen did not force him to stay.
Ming Jing folded his hands and said Amitabha, turned around and walked back to his meditation room.
Mingchen watched Mingjing leave, but he snorted coldly, and said to Mingfeng: "Mingjing was here just now. I'm embarrassed to say anything. This smell is too weird. Check it carefully for me. See if it's true." Someone is deliberately causing trouble nearby and wants to steal our temple business. This is against the Buddha. Do you know?"
"Senior brother, don't you need to be so serious?" Mingfeng, who was angry just now, became calmer at this time and hurriedly advised, "I'm afraid this smell will dissipate soon. We can just let it go. Why should we be so serious?"
"Huh, that's the best!" Mingchen snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.
Mingfeng watched Mingchen leave, turned around and closed the door of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"This smell is really good... Well, Amitabha, sin, sin, sin... I don't know what is being cooked... Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The Buddha said that all thoughts are empty... Could it be the legendary stew?"
…
Here Ming Jing hurried back to his meditation room and closed the door firmly. He was sweating now. The air conditioner in the room was turned on to the maximum power, but it still couldn't make him feel refreshed. .
He walked back and forth a few steps in the room, and finally sat on the futon and began to recite the Lankavatara Sutra continuously: "Mahmana, I see that all living beings have been accustomed to eating meat since time immemorial. They are greedy for the taste of meat and even kill each other. They are far away from the sages and suffer birth and death." Suffering, those who give up the taste of meat, hear the taste of the true Dharma, practice truthfully in the Bodhisattva Land, and quickly achieve Anuttarasamyaksambodhi..."
He used to be able to fall into concentration quickly and calm down when he chanted Buddhist sutras, but this time it didn't work at all.
The more I read these scriptures, the more irritable I feel. The annoying fragrance makes me feel very upset.
In fact, when he started discussing Buddhism with Ye Chui a few days ago, his thoughts were shaken, and the Buddha's teachings were already undermined by Ye Chui. However, because of the video, he used great compassion to calm down the turmoil in his heart. He pressed it down, but now that he smelled the fragrance, the unsteadiness in his heart began to stir again.
This is a very painful situation. He has been ordained as a monk since he was a teenager, and his practice has been very smooth. This is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing. His lack of firmness in his practice has put him in a state of breaking the precepts every minute. …
"... When the Buddha said this, all the evil Rakshasa heard the Buddha's words and gave up their nausea and stopped eating meat. They urged each other to have a compassionate heart, protect the lives of others more than themselves, and gave up all kinds of meat and stopped eating... "
The verses of the Lankavatara Sutra in his mouth also became cluttered, and he couldn't help but inhale hard, greedily absorbing the fragrance in the air. His whole body seemed to be in bad condition.
…
In the small restaurant outside Zhuangyan Temple.
Ye Chui stood in front of the wine jar, using a pair of long chopsticks to gently stir the ingredients in the wine jar. As the god of food, he had a natural resistance to this rich aroma. The most important thing was that he had seen stronger aromas. The scent, the scent of Buddha jumping over the wall, couldn't fascinate him anymore.
As the cooking time increases, the fragrance of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall will only become stronger and more attractive. Now it is just a semi-finished product.
However, although he was so calm, others could not remain calm. In the evening, Ye Chui asked Han Yuyan to drive back first. After all, there were two younger sisters at home to take care of. Ye Chui and Tian Xiaodu were watching here, and At this moment, the group of people surrounding the small restaurant did not increase but decreased.
"What kind of dish is this? I just smelled this smell in the temple and was attracted to it involuntarily."
"I was passing by on the road next door. I couldn't help but rush over when I smelled this fragrance. What kind of delicacy is this?"
Looking at these almost crazy crowds, Tian Xiaodu couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Master, is this dish a bit too attractive? (~^~)