However, when the roast pig is cut, there is something unique inside, all kinds of precious seafood are hidden in it, and the tender ones are dripping, which looks very delicious.

It's just that Song Yao's Buddha jumped over the wall and was in front of him, and the roast pig was also a lot discolored, at least it didn't make the old man have the urge to stand up and eat.

"Well, this year's dishes are good, and they are all new." The old man stood up and commented according to the position of the dishes: "Xiaohong, your seafood feast is not a practice, but it is integrated together, delicious but still monotonous, and you still need to work harder." ”

Chef Hong hurriedly arched his hand and said, "It is an honor to be able to have Mr. guidance. ”

"Hmm." The old man nodded, took a symbolic bite, and motioned for the other judges to try it too.

Song Yao paid attention to the old man, and there was a suspicious look between her eyebrows.

When he came to the roast pig on the third day, the old man picked up a piece of pork and sniffed it, shaking his head slightly.

The smug curvature of the corners of No. 3's mouth froze instantly.

"The meat of the pig is too tender and roasted for too long, and if it is not for the seafood inside, it is not worth seeing." After the old man finished commenting, he put down his chopsticks directly and walked towards Song Yao.

"Wait a minute!" Number Three shouted anxiously.

In a hurry, No. 3 grabbed the old man.

He knew very well what the old man represented once he passed by his dish, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Don't let it go yet!" As the sworn enemy of the Yun family, Cheng Yiyun hurriedly stepped forward and dragged No. 3 away.

"Young master, if the gentleman doesn't taste my food, I will be eliminated! I've been preparing for so many years, I can't just go back, or the lord will break my legs! Number Three was in a hurry, and spoke loudly, forgetting to worry about whether he should say that.

Cheng Yiyun's face became even more ugly, and he scolded in a low voice: "Waste, don't shut up yet!" ”

Looking at Cheng Yiyun's gloomy eyes, No. 3's face was like ashes, and he realized that he had made a big disaster.

The old man was not affected by these two people in the slightest, and walked towards Song Yao's Buddha jumping over the wall, but this time he was not in a hurry to move his chopsticks.

"The first two contestants obviously failed to cater to the theme thoroughly, and they didn't see the Buddha jumping over the wall, nor did they see the monk eating meat. Your dish may have such an effect? "The old man obviously intended to make things difficult.

Song Yao smiled faintly, opened the lid of the insulation, and said loudly: "The altar opens the meat incense and floats around, and the Buddha abandons Zen and jumps over the wall." The little woman has no Buddha fate and has never seen a real immortal, I wonder if these two lines of poetry can be regarded as catering to the first theme? ”

"Song Niangzi is so talented, this dish is indeed fragrant. As for where the gods and Buddhas are, I'm afraid no one can say clearly. But I, a layman, am willing to leave the dust forever for this dish. ”

Yun Zhongxiao smiled heartily, elegantly picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and said respectfully to the old man: "If Mr. doesn't do it again, I'm afraid that my saliva will drown the arena." Please also ask the gentleman to move the chopsticks first. ”

For Yun Zhongxiao's help, Song Yao's eyes showed gratitude, but she was not in a hurry to urge,

The old man snorted, "Clever tongue, you are right about this." And what about the second requirement? ”

"Don't worry, old man, this is my foolishness. As for this second point, I still have to ask a few masters to verify it, I don't know if the old man may allow it? Song Yao smiled lightly.

The old man nodded, allowing Song Yao to invite.

Song Yao waved his hand and motioned to Song Zhiyuan, who was waiting in the audience, and asked him to invite someone to come to the stage.

However, after half a cup of tea, a group of monks entered the venue in a stream, and their identities could be seen from the monks' robes.

A monk in a robe with a bead twisted in front walked ahead, followed by two small novices.

When approaching the ring, Song Yao saw the two little novices swallowing their saliva, while the monk was calm, but his eyes were also smelling the fragrance and looking for vegetables.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Guocheng Temple Supervisor Temple Wuwei, these two are the little disciples who are pure and dusty." The monk recited the Buddha's verse and reported himself to his home.

The two little novices also recited the Buddha's verses and performed the Buddha's prayers in parallel.

Everyone returned the salute, and the old man nodded lightly.

"These days, it's not easy to be a monk." The old man looked in Song Yao's direction and said meaningfully.

Song Yao didn't hear the old man's words, stepped forward and saluted: "I have heard for a long time that the master has a deep relationship with the Buddha, and the little woman took the liberty to invite the master and the two little masters to come because she encountered some difficulties, and I hope that the master can solve the little girl's doubts." ”

"The female benefactor is polite, and to put it bluntly." Master Wuwei said politely.

"Dare to ask the master, the monks have five precepts and ten virtues, and everyone in the world regards the monks as good, but there is also a saying that the butcher knife is put down and become a Buddha. Is it because the little woman wants to seek advice from the master, put down the butcher's knife and the monk who is the first to become a Buddha? Song Yao asked with a puzzled expression.

Yun Zhongxiao on the side smiled faintly, obviously understanding Song Yao's intentions.

The old man snorted again, but he didn't stop Song Yao's routine.

"My Buddha is compassionate, good, good!" Master Wuwei bowed to the west and said, "Putting down the butcher's knife is more difficult than practicing, naturally the butcher becomes a Buddha first." ”

"The little woman has also heard that the monks don't speak, is that really the case?" Song Yao asked again.

"What the female benefactor said is extremely true, the six roots of the monks are pure, and they are as pure as a child." Master Wuwei replied.

"That being the case, the little woman has a matter, and I hope the master and the two little masters can tell the truth." Song Yao took a step back, pointed to the three dishes on the table and asked, "May I ask the three, which of these three dishes has the more attractive aroma?" ”

"Amitabha!" Master Wuwei sang a Buddhist verse, played with the Buddha beads and recited a mantra for the rebirth.

The two little novices in the back also read a paragraph.

Song Yao was not in a hurry to urge, but waited quietly for the three masters and apprentices.

"The poor monk was attracted by the aroma of this dish." Master Wuwei said frankly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the Buddha jumping over the wall, "Amitabha, a poor monk has been a monk for many years, and he still has greed, sins, and sins. ”

"The master is serious, the path of cultivation is long, and before the master becomes a Buddha, after all, he is still a mortal in the flesh. At the beginning, the gods created human beings, and they allowed us to have seven emotions and six desires, and this appetite is also contained in it. And the father-in-law of the land is also a god, even the gods and Buddhas in the sky also need to eat incense and offer fruits. Song Yao smiled lightly.

"The little monk too." The two novices also replied, and after speaking, they lowered their heads and recited the sutra.

Song Yao nodded, turned to the judges and said, "The monk is a disciple of the Heavenly God and Buddha, with the comments of these three, presumably the name of this dish is Buddha jumping over the wall, right?" ”

"It's just opportunistic, let's prove that you can live the second proposition." The old man spoke up.

Song Yao shook his head with a light smile, his eyes swept over the three masters and apprentices, and said softly: "I don't understand Buddhism, and I don't know the weight of the precepts in the hearts of monks, but I know how to observe words and looks. The old man, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, why make it difficult for the little master? ”

Song Yao's soft voice fell into the ears of everyone in the arena.

Some people's eyes were full of disdain, thinking that Song Yao couldn't do it, so they would pretend to bet like this.

Some people also think that Song Yao is really generous, even they can see that the thinner little novice swallowed saliva more than once, and his eyes secretly glanced at the Buddha jumping over the wall a few times, but he lowered his head and chanted the scriptures in guilt.

"Little monk, just say if you want to eat it." The old man didn't intend to do just that, but walked towards the little novice and said in a somewhat impulsive tone: "As a monk, the last thing you should do is to read the scriptures in your mouth, but think about the affairs of the laity in your heart. What's the big deal about breaking the vows, it's just vulgar, are you afraid that you won't be able to survive if you're young and strong? ”

"Master!" Xiao Shami's eyes turned red, and he looked up at Master Wuwei.