1238 Even Though the Wine and Meat Go Through My Body… (1/2)
'Senior Brother Fa Wu… please don't be like that.'
The onlookers were struck dumb when they heard the older monk shout that he wanted ten more skewers of octopus tentacles after taking the first bite.
'Didn't you say you will go to fight your opponent after eating? Didn't you say you will fight for the honor of the West Little Buddhism Realm? Why are you surrendering to a skewer of octopus tentacles?'
Junior Brother Fa Shang also stared blankly at his senior brother, and he thought, 'Sure enough… these octopus tentacles are delicious!'
”Ten skewers?” Bu Fang looked up at Fa Wu with surprise and arched an eyebrow. ”Oh, a monk?”
”Dear benefactor, your octopus tentacles are very tasty,” said Senior Brother Fa Wu, putting his hands together before his chest and bowed.
”Thank you. Have more if you like it. My teppanyaki can be taken out,” said Bu Fang.
Senior Brother Fa Wu's eyes lit up instantly. ”Oh, I can order takeout? That's a great idea! I can enjoy the food without delaying the competition… Perfect!” Fa Wu grinned.
The other little monks around him also grinned like fools and kept nodding.
The onlookers were already speechless.
'Your team match is about to start. Even if this owner cooked the octopus tentacles, you also can't eat them… Most importantly… Can monks f*cking eat meat?! Don't tell me that octopus tentacles are not meat!'
”Hey, monk! Isn't your West Little Buddhism Realm the most disciplined, and you are forbidden from drinking wine and eating meat? Are you not afraid of breaking the precepts?” Someone in the crowd couldn't help asking when he saw the group of drooling monks.
Fa Shang, the little monk who showed up first, put his hands together before his chest, turned to the onlooker, and said, ”Buddha once said that octopus tentacles are… not meat.”
The man who asked the question almost coughed blood. 'When did Buddha say that? Stop lying or you will be struck by lightning!'
Bu Fang kept a calm face. Since they were his customers, he would cook for them.
With a thought, ten skewers of octopus tentacles fell into his hand.
Sizzle…
As oil was drizzled onto the Black Turtle Iron Plate, hot steam rose into the air.
He slapped the ten skewers onto the iron plate. In a flash, hot white steam rushed out of them, spreading toward the group of monks standing in front of the stall. The meaty aroma that came with it was extremely enticing. The monks from the West Little Buddhism Realm couldn't help taking deep breaths, immersing themselves in the rich fragrance.
What happened next amazed everyone. The chef was cooking ten skewers of octopus tentacles at the same time. He drizzled oil onto the iron plate, which immediately produced a plume of flame that seemed to slither over the plate like a dragon… It was an extremely cool performance.
For a moment, they forgot to remind the monks about the competition.
...
As the contestant of the day's first team match, the West Little Buddhism Realm team attracted the attention of countless people.
The judge for the match was a Commander. The hierarchy of Earth Prison was strict, and its experts were divided into Prison Generals, Commanders, and Prison Overlords. The Nether King sat atop them all.
Prison Generals' cultivation bases were slightly weaker, but on average, they had all reached the level of Nine-star True Immortal or half-step Saint. Commanders were mostly One-revolution or Two-revolution Little Saints, and Prison Overlords were even stronger.
People had already crowded around the arena.
The square was huge, so although Bu Fang's stall was constantly emitting aroma, it was impossible to attract everyone's eyes. Most of the people were watching the team match in the arena.
Buzz…
A wave of array fluctuation spread and projected onto the arena. Meanwhile, light screens emerged in a corner not far away from the center of the square, which were projected by the array. This was a top-grade projection array Earth Prison had specially prepared for the tournament.
As the fluctuation continued to spread, figures began to emerge across different light screens, and the view of the arena was perfectly projected as well.
Many people in the square exclaimed as they looked curiously at their images on the light screens, some even waved their hands excitedly.
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Meanwhile, in the Immortal Cooking Realm…
Many immortal chefs had gathered in the square outside the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion. There were also stalls selling all kinds of food mixed between the people.
The aroma of food and the smoke and heat from the cooking enveloped the whole square.
A group of people crowded around the center of the square. There was a huge light screen, which was formed by beams of light coming from a profound array built with several talisman stones.
The array was very precious because it could project the images in Earth Prison to the light screen, allowing the people in the Immortal Cooking Realm to watch the competition in real time.
From all the preparations, one could tell that Nether Prison attached great importance to the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path. After all, it had the ambition to combine all the surrounding worlds into one Great Netherworld.
”Look! There are images on the light screen!”
”So this is Earth Prison? It looks so vast…”
”So many people! Are they all the contestants from other worlds?”
It was the first time that these immortal chefs had been exposed to something so novel, and they were all very curious. They brought their own chairs and sat in front of the light screen, watching excitedly at the images.
Of course, as the paradise of chefs, how could there be no food when they were watching the light screen? As a result, the business of the nearby stalls was extremely good.
The immortal chefs all held delicious food, looking at the light screen and immersing in a happy atmosphere.
City Lord Meng Qi, City Lord Zou, City Lord Gongshu Baiguang, and the others sat in the chairs placed in front of the light screen. With their noble status, they naturally enjoyed the best view.
As their breathing quickened, the image in the light screen changed.
The first team match finally kicked off.
...
Clad in dark-red armor, Commander Mo Yuan's face was cold. His hair was grayish-white, but his body was shrouded in a murderous aura.
”The rules of team matches are different from that of the individual matches. Each team will have five contestants, and the team that wins three matches will qualify for the next round,” he announced, his husky voice echoing through the whole square.
”Now, I invite both sides of the first team match to step into the arena. The match will be fought between the West Little Buddhism Realm and the East Island Realm.”
The audience burst into cheers and roars.
Among the little worlds around the Netherworld, the East Island Realm was a nice world with its own Great Saints. However, they were very unlucky. They had drawn the West Little Buddhism Realm as their opponent for the first match.