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

Chapter 73 Master, I truly have a karmic connection with Buddha!

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The two brothers, Hai Chi and Hai He, turned their bodies around again, staring intently at Gu Xun Guang.

It took Gu Xunguang several seconds to realize that the "wait" had actually come from his own mouth. What was he supposed to do? He had just rejected them! Shouldn't there be two little devils fighting fiercely inside him, and then he would overcome the temptation with his strong willpower and make the final decision?

Keep it up, Gu Xunguang! You're the fattest and the best!

Seeing Gu Xunguang's face shifting between frown and smile, Hai Chi quietly nudged Hai He beside him and whispered, "Is this benefactor suffering from hysteria?"

Before Haihe could answer, Gu Xunguang spoke up, "The two monks went to great lengths to come up the mountain and bring us this meal, showing their genuine care and concern. Yet I so abruptly refused. I just realized that if I continued to refuse, it would make me seem cold-hearted and inconsiderate. I wonder if these steamed buns—"

"What the hell am I saying?! How did I manage to say such things again?" Gu Xunguang thought to himself, wishing he could slap himself twice.

Hai Chi and Hai He both felt goosebumps. Hai Chi, being more composed, didn't dwell on why this person suddenly had a fit of hysteria and then changed his mind. Instead, he cooperatively said, "It's alright, it's alright. I already said that you have a connection with Buddha."

He nodded to Haihe. Haihe handed over the steamed buns he hadn't yet put back in the insulated bag.

Gu Xunguang was extremely conflicted, but his hands moved swiftly, and he couldn't wait to take a big bite as soon as he got his hands on it.

The next second, Gu Xunguang's entire body, except for his mouth, seemed to be pumping.

"It smells so good!" The words just slipped out. It truly smelled amazing! The soft, chewy noodles, the crisp, sweet vegetables, and the savory juices all blended together perfectly, hitting right at the soul! How could anyone not exclaim, "It smells so good!"

This is no ordinary vegetarian steamed bun! Even he, a reporter who prides himself on having eaten his fair share of good food, has never experienced such a taste—simple yet luxurious to the extreme! It's so delicious!

What fraud, what tricks—all doubts vanish in the face of this steamed bun.

Gu Xunguang finished his meal in no time, licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, and stared intently at the insulated bag in Haihe's hand.

Hai Ci felt that Gu Xun Guang's gaze was terrifying, as if he wanted to devour him. Even though he already had a certificate of ordination, he was still a simple boy at heart. "Benefactor, please don't do this. It scares me."

"Master!" Gu Xunguang exclaimed excitedly, "Do you still have these steamed buns? I'll buy them! How much are they?"

He wished he could snatch that insulated bag away.

Hai Chi smiled and shook his head. "Amitabha, I'm glad you like it. But as I just said, this is a sample, and the quantity is limited."

"Each donor only gets this one; the others must be shared with other donors." He pointed to the other tourists scattered around the observation deck.

Gu Xunguang panicked, "No, Master! Look at me, don't I look like I have a special affinity for Buddhism?"

Hai Chi, however, asked Hai He to leave with him, saying before departing, "I'm out of stock, but I think they might still have some for sale near our temple. If you really want some, could you come with us to the temple to take a look?"

Haihe truly admires Haichi. What is the art of feigning indifference to lure someone in? This is it. You want someone to do something, but you don't let them do it. But then, that person still insists on doing it.

This is called turning passivity into initiative. You've learned something, and what you've learned is entirely your own.

Gu Xunguang took a deep breath, his mind racing. Go to the temple? Sure enough, I wasn't wrong. Heh, with my intelligence, how could I not figure out this feigned indifference?

This free tasting was clearly just a pretext. However, if the temple's vegetarian food is of this quality, then even if we're tricked into giving some money as a donation, it doesn't seem so unacceptable, right?

"Master is right, I was presumptuous." Gu Xunguang slapped his thigh and quickly switched back to his humble and polite mode. "May I ask how to get to your temple? I forgot to introduce myself just now. I am a photographer and I was just thinking of visiting your temple—Master, what is your temple called? I was just thinking of visiting it."

Seeing that the person before him had taken the bait, Hai Chi chuckled inwardly, but maintained his amiable smile on his face. He said to Hai He beside him, "Junior brother, you take this benefactor ahead. I'll distribute the remaining vegetarian dishes to the other tourists and then come over."

"Okay, senior brother." Haihe nodded in agreement, watching Haichi's plump figure go off to look for other tourists.

Through this incident, Haihe discovered a fact: behind Haichi's love of food was talent! It was just that staying in the temple for many years had buried his talent. Fortunately, he had a junior brother with the discerning eye to recognize talent and saw it all!

However, Haihe glanced at the photographer who was following closely behind him.

"What is your name, Venerable Haichi? I think he called you Haihe just now?"

"This humble monk is Haihe. I belong to the Hai generation, but my master gave me the name He, which is meant to remind me to always be vigilant, to be happy to hear criticism, and to diligently cultivate myself."

"Oh, I think it must be this character." Photographer Gu Xunguang brushed it off and followed Haihe along the path. He didn't expect there to be such a path in the forest. It was very quiet and elegant. If his camera hadn't run out of battery and he hadn't had to go eat steamed buns, he would have taken a few pictures.

But as he looked him over, Haihe, who was walking in front of him, felt uneasy and a chill ran down his spine.

"This benefactor—" Haihe suddenly stopped.

"My surname is Gu, and I am Master Haihe. What's wrong?"

Haihe said, "Benefactor Gu, why don't you go first?"

"What does this mean, Venerable Haihe? I don't know the way either!"

Can I say that you were giving me the creeps? Haihe turned to the side. "Just walk straight ahead and you'll get there. I have something to do, so I won't go with you."

"Okay." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Gu Xunguang readily agreed, said goodbye to Haihe, and then, hearing his stomach rumble again, quickened his pace and walked forward.

Meanwhile, in the small square in front of Kaiyuan Temple.

Lu Feng waited listlessly in front of the stall, feeling that he had been a bit careless. He seemed to have taken the initiative, but it was as if he had handed the initiative over to the two monks.

He was being a bit too hasty, and he wasn't sure if this method would even work. He looked at the grill; the charcoal was glowing red. Inside the insulated box, besides what was required for the mission, plus the extra supplies, lay over a thousand skewers of grilled beef, waiting to be sold.

It's already past 7:50 in the morning, almost 8 o'clock. So much time has passed since the task started, and we've only sold 50 skewers.

"We can't just wait around." Lu Feng calculated the time; otherwise, if the people really arrived, he wouldn't have time to grill the skewers.

Suddenly a mountain breeze swept by, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves and faint sounds from afar.

"Someone's here?"