Chapter 802: Barbecue (5200 Supplement)

In the end, Aaron still cut the line and sat down in front of the barbecue stall.

In front of his table was a long charcoal grill.

Behind the grill was a monk with a shaved head, full of ordination scars, and bare arms.

Behind him followed several young novices acting as assistants.

The stall was filled with fragrance.

All kinds of roasted pork skin, roasted pork belly, and roasted cartilage exuded a charred aroma; when paired with the special dipping sauce, it was even more mouth-watering.

Many diners were eating with gusto, acting in all sorts of uninhibited ways, regardless of their image.

Abbot Baimei sighed and looked at another young monk: "Wushan, what do you say?"

The monk Wushan was handsome and refined, the most outstanding of the younger generation in Dajingang Temple.

……

All the monks hurriedly stood up to salute.

The barbecue monk shook his head and said.

He ate a piece of roasted pork skin, finding it charred and fragrant, with quite a chewy texture.

The chubby Huide pressed his palms together and said: "I observe that his ambitions are not small, and he is also aiming for the Thousand Autumn Banquet... He should have some ability. As for the rest, this poor monk is not skilled in the Buddhist Heavenly Eye Technique and has not seen more..."

"Greetings, Taoist."

"He has the fate of some Anti-King, but it seems to have been altered... Furthermore, who can guide a Hidden Dragon into a Taoist lineage? Which Taoist lineage dares to defy the heavens like this, not fearing Heavenly Punishment?"

And the final roasted pork bone, the deeply hidden marrow, was even more irresistible, with an endless aftertaste.

"Amitabha, that is exactly so."

The big monk grilling the meat had some hot sweat on his forehead, but his hands, which were skewering the meat, did not shake in the slightest as he leisurely brushed on the spices; however, when he saw Aaron, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Amitabha, Taoist, please wait a moment..."

"Please, Martial Uncle!"

A moment later, a portion of roasted pork skin was placed in front of Aaron.

"Amitabha!"

The big monk grilling the meat smiled as he sent off the last customer, washed his hands clean, and came to a certain meditation room in Dajingang Temple, where he knocked on the door.

Whether in martial arts, strategy, or Buddhist teachings, he was top-tier.

The meditation room was not large, but many masters draped in red and yellow kasayas were sitting there, Huide among them.

The barbecue monk found a cushion near the back and sat down by himself.

And for the Dajingang Temple, which made a fortune every day, this was nothing.

Being in the same camp is fine, but if they are in different camps, the Backlash will be severe, and there is also the sensing of Heavenly Secret, which can cause the observed person to develop hostility, and one might inexplicably form a deadly feud!

Therefore, he only roughly observed Aaron's physiognomy and did not go deep.

Even so, what he saw was enough to make him shocked and remain respectful.

The barbecue master continued.

"Taoist, you are wise... Others only see the ingredients we use and think there is a Secret recipe, but they didn't expect the key to be in this pig..."

"You monk, your craftsmanship is not bad, hahaha..."

The little monk beside him could not help but look astonished.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord... This poor Taoist is Xulingzi, I have long admired the Great Ming of this Dajingang Temple's roasted pork, so please give this poor Taoist one of each."

It was precisely because of this that he could attend this discussion.

Late at night.

Immediately, an old monk with white eyebrows came out with several other monks.

A little monk smiled and said: "This pig is a specially selected 'Jinyun Fragrant Pig'; its meat is delicate and most suitable for barbecue..."

The subsequent pork belly was layered with fat and lean, filling the mouth with oil; the roasted pig's trotters were crispy, tender, and smooth; if paired with special wine, it was the best at cutting through the grease, making one want to eat more the more they ate.

Only one monk was somewhat indignant: "The government does not respect the Buddha, so we can only talk about the Tao... Even if we are willing to defect, they may not accept us, and what's more... the Great Song's mandate may not last long!"

"Under the rule of Dragon Qi, it is difficult for Taoism and Buddhism to each manifest their divine powers..."

"How is his fate?" Abbot Baimei asked.

These words were serious, but everyone present was a core member, and upon hearing them, they all had calm expressions.

Aaron laughed heartily, threw out a piece of broken silver, and walked out of the shop.

This True Disciple's words, why were they spoken so casually?

"The Taoist is not an ordinary person; what is wrong with forming a good connection?"

"Grand Martial Uncle, fellow Martial Uncles!"

The big monk smiled and said: "What's more... even if you tell others the secret recipe for raising pigs and grilling meat, they won't be able to learn it in a short time... To learn my craft, you must raise pigs for three years, slaughter pigs for three years, skewer meat for eight years, and grill meat for a lifetime!"

The barbecue monk smiled and said: "That Taoist also came to my stall to eat barbecue... I did take a look at his physiognomy, and he has quite a structure. If this person can have an impact on the Chongming Tao, we should not block him, but rather make friends with him and provide support..."

Abbot Baimei was also a virtuous monk who had once been invited into the Imperial Palace to lecture on scriptures for the Empress Dowager.

Another monk raised an objection: "It's just some money after all... But Huide, I heard that a high-ranking Taoist arrived in Jingcheng today who can subdue a White Tiger as a mount and has even checked into our Dajingang Temple?"

"Abbot!"

A handsome little novice opened the door, and upon seeing him, immediately pressed his palms together respectfully to salute, called him Martial Uncle, and invited him in.

"In any case, while the Dragon Qi still exists, the posture must be maintained..."

After eating and drinking to one's fill, pairing it with a bowl of meat soup—the original soup digesting the original food—is truly the life of an immortal in the human world.

At this time, he pressed his palms together, his voice unhurried, seemingly carrying a Zen rhyme: "The government's Thousand Autumn Banquet is approaching, and our Buddhist sect should also offer gifts..."

The masters had no objections to this.

The big monk nodded.

Only Aaron was treated differently; as they watched him drink his soup slowly, the other monks paid him no mind.

"Not bad, not bad at all. This pork leaves a lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks; it is clearly different..."

Aaron set down his soup bowl, wiped the corners of his mouth, and exclaimed in admiration.

He stood up, first bowed to the various masters, and then said with the confidence of one who had a plan: "The Emperor favors Taoism, and thus the Daoist Gate is flourishing... We of the Buddha and Taoism, if we do not rely on the ruler of the state, truly cannot accomplish our affairs... Now, I fear the Emperor will find it difficult to turn things around; we can only look forward to the next True Dragon, or perhaps, other Hidden Dragons..."

In this world, regardless of whether it is the Buddha or Taoism, supernatural powers are heavily restricted, and he was unable to bypass the surface to directly observe the foundation of those with great Qi Luck.

After all, the Buddha Gate was the first to propose that without relying on the ruler of the state, there is no way to conduct religious affairs.

After waiting for a moment, several more monks arrived, filling the hall.

"The key is that they must be castrated from a young age; only then will the golden pigs grow up to have meat, and even less of a gamey smell."

Aaron took a piece, and it was indeed roasted quite well; especially since spices were precious at this time, and the fact that this roast meat was covered in spices showed the shopkeeper was honest.

Thinking of that Taoist from earlier today, he was also a bit unsure of what to make of him.

In reality, the young monks moved with great speed; often, as soon as a diner finished eating, they would immediately usher them out to receive the next one.

Speaking up to this point, his voice gradually lowered, but the expressions of the monks present all became secretive.

The True Dragon of Great Song is weakening, and flood dragons and snakes are rising everywhere; the various lineages of the Daoist Gate have already discovered and invested in them, and the Buddha Gate is, of course, no exception.

(End of this chapter)