The surrounding pilgrims gradually turned their attention from the main hall.

"What does it do?"

"Why are you setting up a pot to cook food here?"

"Are you here to offer vegetarian food for worship?"

"Aren't the offerings to Suzhai all at the door and on both sides of the corridor? Who are they showing them to?"

"Nonsense, of course it is for Buddha to see."

"You're just talking nonsense. How much money can the Buddha give him? His parents will be the crowd of onlookers for food and clothing."

"That's right, that's right, is this person stupid?"

"It's not necessarily stupid, it's probably because you don't have money. Look at the Immortal's Residence. The big vegetarian pot in front of the door is already heating up. That's a worthy offering!"

Talking and laughing gradually began, humming amidst the solemn Buddhist music.

The hot copper cauldron of vegetarian soup was tumbling, looking like a sacrificial copper tripod in the sunlight. Fresh vegetables placed on silver plates were poured into the pot one by one by four or five shop assistants.

The aroma is overflowing.

In order to see the excitement of the Zen Tea Party, most of the people came here at night and were still cold and hungry. The fragrance spread, causing the crowd to commotion and cheers.

Dou Qi stood behind the crowd with a bit of pride.

"Our living offerings are much more attractive than those dead things." He said, looking around.

There was a long table there with a dazzling array of dishes, pastries, and fresh fruits, but on the long Yong Road, everyone's eyes were drawn to him.

"Place offerings in front of the Buddha. After the Buddha enjoys the blessings, we, the Immortal Residence, will distribute them to all living beings from the passing deities."

The shopkeeper stood aside and shouted loudly.

These words caused a commotion at the scene, and everyone rushed forward, raising their hands high.

Shenxianju, Shenxianju.

The shouting was noisy, attracting more and more people.

The arm-long spoons and copper chopsticks stirred the pot, making the scene boil like a pot.

In the main hall, after the first bowl of sencha was served to the eldest prince behind the yellow gauze curtain, Zen Master Minghai's sencha was distributed one by one, accompanied by more than a dozen monks walking around with ritual music.

Everyone present held it devoutly and bowed to express thanks.

The music and rituals stopped, and everyone stood up to see the prince off first. After the prince's honor guard left, the Zen tea party came to an end, and the atmosphere in the hall became more relaxed.

The noise from outside also came in, but it was like this every year, so no one took it seriously.

Everyone stood up and exited the main hall, allowing the waiting ordinary people to enter and pay homage.

Zen Master Minghai was walking among them, surrounded by familiar people, chatting and laughing as he walked out of the palace door.

There were not many people in front of the hall. At first glance, it seemed that they were crowded in front of the door at the end of the corridor.

"It's really lively there today."

"Anything new to offer this year?"

The people who came out also smiled, looked over and asked questions.

"It's the residence of gods and immortals."

"The Shenxianju houses a large vegetarian pot that can feed a hundred people at a time."

The words came quickly, causing everyone to stop and watch.

"The passing gods in this fairy residence are really good."

"How about we go sit there for a while after drinking tea today?"

Listening to the joking around, a man in green cloth standing behind them smiled slightly.

"Master, are you interested in coming with us?" Someone turned around and asked him.

The man smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you very much. I have something to do at home. I have something to do at home." He smiled and left.

Watching the man walk away, several people smiled at each other.

"Xiaoli Liu rarely eats or drinks out. I heard that his family even practices eating salted fish in private." Someone laughed.

"Nowhere can you be so poor." Someone curled his lips and said.

"Look at the clothes he is wearing, he must have been wearing them for more than ten years. Whenever there is an important occasion to meet people, this is the one." Someone else laughed.

While chatting and laughing here, Zen Master Minghai bowed to the people around him and excused himself. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he was grabbed by someone.

"Old monk," Old Master Chen said, "You have quite a few vegetarian dishes here today. Look, there is another one here."

Zen Master Minghai laughed, looked at Old Mrs. Chen meaningfully, and then followed his pointer.

At the foot of the steps in front of the palace door, a man stood beside a table, bending over and putting his hand in a large bowl.

Because the onlookers were rushing to share the food, it became more and more obvious that he was alone.

"What is this?" Zen Master Minghai asked, lowering his eyes slightly.

These two simple words, for some occasions, are worth a thousand pieces of gold, or even a thousand pieces of gold are hard to find.

Shopkeeper Wu, who had retreated to the roadside, took a deep breath, shook his clothes and stepped out.

"A certain person, Taipingju, came here to express my sincerity to the Buddha." He said.

Zen Master Minghai had a smile on his face but said nothing and did not look at him again.

Beside him, Old Mrs. Chen coughed lightly and took a step forward.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"Sincerely." Shopkeeper Wu said.

Because Zen Master Minghai stopped, others also stopped. Some looked at him with disdain and curiosity.

"What?" someone asked.

When he opened his mouth, Old Mrs. Chen stopped talking and stood looking with some curiosity.

"It's a tofu feast." Shopkeeper Wu said.

Tofu feast?

The news of this novel word attracted more people to ask.

"I can't tell, please take a look." Shopkeeper Wu said, taking a step away.

One person, two people, and more people stood over and looked down from the steps.

In the water bowl, a white and tender object gradually disintegrated in the man's hand, and a strange figure gradually appeared.

The onlookers couldn't help but take a few steps closer.

"I know about tofu." Someone said, "There are Taoist temples in Weizhou that sell tofu, but it is white, tender, soft, slippery, and tastes astringent. How can it be carved into a shape?"

More and more people came forward, but Mr. Chen and Zen Master Minghai were pushed aside. They were not allowed to speak, and the others were buzzing with questions.

"This is tofu." The girl said, taking out a piece from the burden on the side and showing it to everyone.

"Oh, it's so soft!" A woman stretched out her hand and pinched it, saying in surprise.

The girl nodded and handed it forward.

"It's made from beans, it's completely vegetarian, let me try it," she said.

"Can we eat it now?" the woman asked.

"Yes, it can be eaten raw or cooked," the girl said.

The woman hesitated, and a young man next to her stretched out his hand first.

"Let me have a taste." He said, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He tasted it briefly and nodded, "Not bad, not bad, there is something sour, good, good."

Then someone came to taste it again, and the voices and discussions became more and more noisy.

Li Dashao stood in front of several cases, unaware of all this. He bent over steadily and held the knife in his hand, changing the knife in his hand from time to time.

Everyone's eyes gradually focused on him.

"Look, it's a conch." Someone shouted in a low voice.

"Oh my god, it really is."

"No, there are lotus flowers and treasure bottles!"

More people gathered around and shouted.

Looking at the loose tofu, looking at the man's hands that were more flexible than the woman's embroidery, he gradually stopped talking and held his breath, looking at the tofu in the water bowl without blinking.

"Is this the person she wants to see?"

Prince Jin'an asked.
To be continued...