Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

Grandpa Zhang put his hands behind his back and walked steadily to the stall.

Dressed in a white Tai Chi practice uniform, he exuded an air of otherworldly elegance. As a resident near Kaiyuan Temple, he has been practicing Tai Chi here since retiring, finding it both enjoyable and fulfilling.

He was very familiar with every plant and tree around Kaiyuan Temple and always took care of his little corner of the area. Seeing the two monks eating so heartily so early in the morning, their mouths greasy, completely oblivious to him standing there, he was furious.

"Ahem!" Grandpa Zhang swept his gaze over Hai Chi and Hai He, the brothers, with what he considered a stern look.

Hai Chi and Hai He were immediately startled, but when they turned around and saw that it was just an old man practicing Tai Chi on the side, they breathed a sigh of relief and continued to eat the few remaining skewers in their hands.

Seeing that it wasn't working, Grandpa Zhang coughed even louder twice, "Cough! Cough!"

Hai Chi turned his head again and said, "Grandpa, if you want to buy it, then buy it. We're not stopping you, are we?"

Grandpa Zhang was surprised that the other person thought he was also there to buy barbecue, and angrily said, "I'm just reminding you two, do you think this is appropriate?"

Haihe's face showed a hint of panic, but Haichi slowly sucked on the last bamboo skewer, calmly threw the trash into the trash can next to him, took a tissue from the stall to wipe his mouth, and then turned around to face Grandpa Zhang.

There was no embarrassment at being caught red-handed on his face, but rather a forgiving smile. "Amitabha, benefactor, your words are indeed attached to appearances."

Grandpa Zhang was taken aback, wondering if the monk hadn't quite grasped the situation, and asked, "Am I attached to appearances?"

"Exactly." Hai Chi's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty. "The Vimalakirti Sutra says, 'When the mind is pure, the land is pure.' That's right. Cultivation is in the heart, not in outward appearances. If there is Buddha in your heart, everywhere is a Bodhi field; if there is no Buddha in your heart, even if you spend your days with a lamp and an ancient Buddha, it will be in vain."

Grandpa Zhang opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute it, so his momentum weakened a bit.

Hai Chi continued, "Times are changing, and so must our thinking! Even old folks need to keep up with the times. Think about it, in this day and age, who doesn't have some hobbies? As long as it doesn't bother others or violate public order and good morals, what's wrong with indulging in a little food and drink to cultivate one's character?"

"The Diamond Sutra says, 'All forms are illusory.' This means that the kebabs in my hand are nothing at all. When we examine a project, we are examining the project itself. This is a wonderful application."

"If you insist that eating barbecue skewers is bad, that's called clinging to appearances. Arguing with us about it is called attachment to self. If I argue with you and make you emotional, that's called affliction. In the end, if you develop a dislike for me, that's called prejudice."

His words, full of allusions and classical texts, left Grandpa Zhang somewhat bewildered. He subconsciously felt that something was amiss. What did he mean by "I have to"? I seemed to have only come to point out the problem, so why was he suddenly accused of clinging to appearances, ego, afflictions, and prejudice?

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He hesitated, "But...but this is, after all, the entrance to a temple, and it's early in the morning with incense burning all around. It doesn't seem very solemn, does it?"

"Fireworks?" Hai Chi pointed towards the incense burner inside the temple. "The temple burns incense every day; doesn't that count as fireworks? And what about the food you cook at home? Does that count as fireworks?"

"We're here to inspect projects, but naturally, we're also discussing Zen principles. These skewers, just like I said, are really nothing in the traditional sense."

The Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism said, "There is nothing in the mind, so where can dust settle?" Experiencing the hard work of all beings in creating delicious food is itself a form of spiritual practice. As long as one's heart is devoted to Buddha, with sincerity and reverence, would Buddha blame one for raising incense here?

"My friend, it's like you're practicing Taoist Tai Chi in front of Buddha. Has Buddha ever blamed you?"

"No..." Grandpa Zhang looked at Hai Chi, who had a Zen-like expression, and immediately felt ashamed. His cultivation level was indeed not high enough. Making fireworks, eating barbecue skewers, and practicing Tai Chi are actually the same thing! I understand, Master!

Lu Feng, who had been silent until now, chimed in at the opportune moment, "Grandpa, my skewers are delicious and nutritious. Eating one will keep you energized all day!"

The aroma wafted so close to him that Grandpa Zhang instinctively swallowed, but he refused, saying, "I'm too old to eat such unhealthy things."

Lu Feng picked up a skewer and quickly protested, "Grandpa, my skewers are made from free-range yellow cattle raised in the mountains. They grow up eating the best grass and drinking clear spring water, so the meat is pure, and the spices are all-natural herbal blends. It's definitely not junk food!"

"Shall I try some?" Grandpa Zhang never eats barbecue skewers, but he couldn't resist ordering two at this moment.

The moment after eating the kebab, Grandpa Zhang felt like he had truly attained enlightenment. Was this the Zen wisdom that masters had contemplated? It was so Zen-like; he felt like he was being reborn in flames!

Can this be called junk food? It tastes better than any beef he's ever had in a restaurant in his memory!

He stood there, stunned, chewing slowly. His mind drifted to the longing look in his grandson's eyes whenever they passed a barbecue stall. Those junk foods were absolutely forbidden for him, but how could he not let him try these healthy skewers?

Grandpa Zhang slowly finished the two skewers in his hand, took a deep breath, pulled a hundred-yuan bill from the inner pocket of his Tai Chi uniform, slammed it on the table, and said in a strong voice, "Young boss! Give me one too! Before my grandson goes to school, let him have a taste!"

Grandpa Zhang's voice was loud and clear, and he no longer had any of the accusatory tone he had shown just moments before.

Lu Feng replied, "Okay! It'll be ready soon."

"Excellent, excellent," Hai Chi chimed in, feigning concern. "Benefactor Lu, we'll take our leave now."

Lu Feng handed the grilled skewers to Grandpa Zhang, but immediately called out to the two monks who had walked a short distance away, "Two monks, please wait!"

Haichi Haihe turned around and looked at Lufeng with a puzzled expression. "We've eaten and paid, can't you tell us we're going back to the temple to work?"

Looking at the 50 skewers already completed on the system task list, Lu Feng was quickly calculating that, according to the system's arrangement, to sell 1000 skewers in front of Kaiyuan Temple before 10 o'clock, he would need to find nearly 50 more customers!

Judging from the current foot traffic, even if I attract all the passersby, I probably won't be able to gather half of them before 10 o'clock!

This is completely different from the previous three tasks; we can't just sit and wait to die. Only by taking the initiative can we create the impossible.

The only chance right now probably lies with the two monks in front of us.

"Two monks, I have something important to discuss with you!" Lu Feng called the two back, then mysteriously bent down and took out a bag from the insulated box.