Reborn – Super Chef

Lin Wei, who was downcast and depressed, smelled the vague fragrance, and immediately raised her head: "What kind of smell is this? 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 scent, why didn'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 to himself how could my nose be as good as you two foodies, one big and one young?

But after a while, he really also smelled the scent that was spreading. It's hard to tell what the smell is, but it feels like a scent, the kind that can arouse people's greed. Smell, Lin Zhengdao, who doesn't care much about food, can't help but feel a little moved: "This smell is really strange, I've never smelled it before, I don't know what kind of food it smells like? "

Lin Wei squinted her eyes and inhaled vigorously, and suddenly said with some surprise: "It's Ye Chui, this must be the smell Ye Chui made!"

Wu Haimei looked at her daughter in surprise: "How do you know, did Ye Chui cook this dish for you before?"

Lin Wei shook her head: "Ye Chui didn't cook this dish for me, but I just know that it must be Ye Chui's cooking, and the taste must be made by Ye Chui!"

Lin Zhengdao rolled his eyes and said, "What is Ye Chui doing?"

Lin Wei became elated: "As I said just now, 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 obviously couldn't understand their daughter's thinking, so they couldn't help laughing. They felt that what she said was a bit too mysterious, but smelling the increasingly strong fragrance, the smiles on Lin Zhengdao and Wu Haimei's faces were all the same. 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 evening, dozens of monks in the temple will come together In the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, they recite Buddhist scriptures and do evening classes. Of course, these monks are genuine monks, not fake monks who came here to work.

The sound of chanting Buddha one after another seems to have a certain rhythm. There are even tourists standing around outside the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Some people are recording this scene with cameras, and some are recording these Buddha sounds with high-power tape recorders.

But suddenly, the sound of chanting in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas stopped. The reason for the stop was that there was a vague fragrance coming in. The monks who had been vegetarians for a long time, suddenly smelled this fragrance, and they couldn't control it. Living.

It's like eating bran-swallowed vegetables all the time, and suddenly seeing delicacies from mountains and seas, the strong gap is directly unbearable.

The monk stirred up and looked around, looking for the source of the fragrance.

The tourists standing outside the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas also murmured in low voices, not knowing where the scent came from.

"What are you doing? Take it seriously!" A master sitting in front of many monks couldn't help but said.

He is the elder of the evening class, responsible for leading many disciples to complete their homework.

Hearing his accusation, these Buddhist disciples immediately resumed their chanting, but the beautiful melody in their voices seems to have disappeared, and occasionally some people even chanted wrongly, and many monks showed the appearance of being distracted.

It's like a man who has been abstaining from sexual intercourse for a long time, and suddenly sees a character beauty walking in naked, who can bear it?

The evening class of more than an hour was finally over.

For these monks, it is a homework that must be experienced every day. They are already very used to and familiar with it. They didn't feel that difficult at first, but today's evening class made them feel like ants on a hot pot. Until the end of the evening class, hundreds of monks left the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas one after another, discussing in low voices.

"What kind of smell is this? It's so fragrant... This doesn't seem to be the smell made by the temple kitchen."

"I think it's meaty."

"Don't talk nonsense, I ate a lot of meat before I became a monk a year ago, but I have never eaten such a delicious taste."

"That's right, my mother made me a big pork meal 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. Brothers, don't worry."

"..."

The master who was in charge of leading the reading in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple at this time showed a sullen expression on his face when he walked out of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and thought coldly: "I don't know where the fragrance is coming from, it's a sin to be quiet... I don't know Is this a monastery? How can people recite the Buddha even if the smell is so fragrant?"

"Junior Brother Mingfeng." At this time, two solemn monks came suddenly from the side, one of them was Ming Jing, and the other was a fat monk with a goatee on his face. There is a more solemn momentum, and he is wearing a big red cloak.

This represents that he is the abbot of this monastery.

Monk Mingfeng clasped his hands together and said, "Senior Brother Mingjing, Senior Brother Mingchen."

The fat monk's abbot's name is Mingchen.

"I don't know where this smell came from. Mingfeng, you are responsible for the recitation of the disciples in the monastery, but you must let them control their state of mind." Ming Chen said with a persuasive face.

"I know, our Buddha's heart is firm, how could it be fooled by a mere scent, brother, you can rest assured." Ming Feng said hastily.

Ming Chen nodded, and said to Ming Jing: "Junior Brother Ming Jing, you are an eminent monk, this time I come to my Zhuangyan Temple and I don't understand some Buddhist principles. I just want to ask you for advice, so I invite you to my Zen room." Well, a few days ago, I thought that the pilgrims brought the best tea, and we just happened to be able to drink tea and discuss Zen, wouldn't it be fun?"

"Brother's kindness is appreciated by me, but it's a pity that I'm tired of reciting Buddha's name to the pilgrims today, and I want to go back to my room to rest first." Ming Jing said apologetically.

"Then ask Ming Jing to rest as soon as possible." Abbot Ming Chen didn't force him to stay.

Ming Jing clasped his palms together and said something about Amitabha, then turned and walked to his Zen room.

Ming Chen watched Ming Jing leave, but snorted coldly, and said to Ming Feng: "Just now that Ming Jing is here, I am too embarrassed to say anything more, this scent is too weird, you can check it out for me, and see if it is Who is deliberately making trouble nearby, trying to steal our monastery business, this is against the Buddha, do you understand?"

"Brother, don't you need to be so serious?" Ming Feng, who was angry just now, was calmer at this time, and hastily persuaded, "I'm afraid this smell will dissipate soon, let's just let it go, why be so serious?"

"Hmph, it's better like this!" Ming Chen snorted coldly, turned and walked away.

Ming Feng watched Ming Chen leave, he turned around and closed the door of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"This smell is really good... Well, Amitabha, sins and sins... I don't know what this is cooked... Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, the Buddha said, all thoughts are empty... Could it be the legendary stew Meat?"

...

Here, Ming Jing hurriedly returned to his meditation room, and closed the door firmly. He was sweating all over his face at the moment, and the air conditioner in the room was directly turned on to the maximum power, but there was still no way to make him feel refreshed. .

He walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, and finally sat on the futon and began to recite the Lenga Sutra continuously: "Dahui, I see the habit of eating meat from beginningless time, greedy for the taste of meat and even killing each other, far away from sages and suffering life and death." Bitterness, those who give up the smell of meat smell the true Dharma, practice truthfully in the bodhisattva land, and quickly obtain anuttara-samyak-sambodhi..."

When he originally chanted Buddhist scriptures, he could quickly enter into meditation and calm down his mind, but this time it didn't work at all.

The more I read these scriptures, the more irritable I feel, and the annoying fragrance makes me really upset.

In fact, when he started discussing Buddhism with Ye Chui a few days ago, his thoughts were shaken, and the Dharma had already been broken by Ye Chui. However, because of the video, he was asked to use his great compassion to give up the restlessness in his heart. He suppressed it, 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 such a thing. His lack of firmness in his own practice has made him in a state of breaking the precepts every minute ...

"...When the Buddha said it was true, all the evil Rakshasa heard what the Buddha said, and they all gave up their evil thoughts and stopped eating meat. They persuaded each other to show compassion, protect the lives of all people and protect themselves, and gave up all kinds of meat and didn't eat..."

The scriptures of the Langa scriptures in his mouth also became messy, and he couldn't help inhaling forcefully, greedily absorbing the fragrance in the air, as if his whole body was not well.

...

Inside the small restaurant outside the Zhuangyan Temple.

Ye Chui stood in front of the wine jar and gently stirred the ingredients in the wine jar with a pair of long chopsticks. As a god of food, he had a natural resistance to this strong aroma. The most important thing was that he had seen more intense aromas. Fragrance, the scent of Buddha jumping over the wall can't fascinate him.

As the cooking time increases, the aroma of Buddha Jumping over the Wall will only become stronger and more attractive, and now it is only a semi-finished product.

It's just that although he was so calm, the others couldn't calm down. In the evening, Ye Chui asked Han Yuyan to drive back first. After all, there were two younger sisters to take care of at home. Ye Chui and Tian Xiaodu stared here, and At this moment, the group of people outside the small restaurant did not increase but decreased.

"What kind of dish is this made? Just now I smelled this smell in the temple and I couldn't help being attracted."

"I was passing by the road next door, and I couldn't help but rush over when I smelled the aroma. What kind of food is this?"

Looking at these almost crazy crowd, Tian Xiaodu couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Is the attraction of Master's dish a little too much? (~^~)