Afterwards, Mo Ziming and Axing quietly left the port together and came to Songshan.

Here, the world-famous Shaolin Temple.

"Aming, how can we stay in Shaolin Temple?"

"Don't worry, I have a way..."

Next, the two pretended to be pilgrims and walked around the temple. When no one was paying attention, Mo Ziming took A Xing to a small courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard was originally closed, and there was a sign hanging on it: the temple is important, and tourists stop.

But how could this small door be so rare that Mo Ziming can be?

After entering, I walked not far away and met several monks in the temple.

One of the monks came up and said, "Amitabha, two donors, this is the place where monks practice in the temple. No one is allowed to enter, why did you break in without authorization?"

Mo Ziming said, "The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, why can you enter? We cannot enter?"

"you……"

Another monk said patiently: "Donor, it is not for you to come in, but this is an important place in the temple. It is indeed not suitable for tourists and pilgrims to step in. Please understand the two donors."

"Sorry, I really don't understand. Isn't Buddhism known as the most tolerant? How can we drive the pilgrims away?

Please ask your abbot to come, I want to argue with the abbot.”

After arguing, the monks were not easy to take action, and Mo Ziming insisted on seeing the abbot, so he had no choice but to call the abbot over.

"Amitabha……"

Not long after, the abbot of the temple came over.

"The two donors, the old monk's Dharma name Mengyuan, is the abbot of the temple. I wonder what happened to the two donors when they came to the backyard?"

A Xing said nothing as Mo Ziming told him.

Mo Ziming said, "Master Mengyuan, you are here just in time. I am a little confused and want to ask the abbot to solve the problem."

The abbot hesitated for a while and said, "Then please ask the two donors to sit in the meditation room..."

After entering the Zen room, Mo Ziming talked endlessly about Zen with Meng Yuan.

At the beginning, Mengyuan just tried to send the two away quickly.

Unexpectedly, as he made a statement, he couldn't help but feel cold sweat... because he found that the so-called pilgrim in front of him was very knowledgeable when talking about Buddhist scriptures, and even he was a little unable to catch it.

Ah Xing also looked stupid...

After a while, Master Meng Yuan couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, and looked at Mo Ziming with a serious face and asked, "I wonder who the donor is?"

"Good, good, I'm just an ordinary person in the world. I've read some Buddhist scriptures when I have nothing to do.

To be honest, the master said that this time I came to me to ask for something with this donor Zhou Xing.”

"Oh? What the hell is there for you two?"

"I wonder if the master still remembers that there was a lay disciple named Tang Niu in the past..."

"Tang Niu?" Meng Yuan couldn't help but frown when he mentioned the name: "What? Do you know this person?"

It seems that he remembers it.

"Yes, to put it bluntly, this person is a scum..."

"Oh!" Master Meng Yuan sighed: "That's right. This Tang Niu used to be a lay disciple in the kitchen and had good talent, so he was responsible for the kitchen and passed on some Shaolin Kung Fu.

Unexpectedly, after learning kung fu, he became extremely ostentatious. Not only did he fight with the monks in the temple, but he even fought with the pilgrims several times.

That's fine. Once, he even sneaked into the main site of the Sutra Pavilion, intending to steal the secret book of the temple.

Fortunately, someone found him and stopped him. He found several secret books from him, as well as a treasured Great Huandan in this temple..."

"Oh? Then...then the guards in your temple are also..."

Master Meng Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "There is a saying in the world that "guard against gentlemen but not villains. Although there are people guarding the Sutra Pavilion, it is difficult to prevent them if you really meet a villain who is willing to steal."

Mo Ziming nodded: "It makes sense...so, Guiji drove him away?"

Meng Yuan shook his head: "He violated the temple's important laws and should be punished severely. At that time, we detained him first and discussed how to deal with it.

Unexpectedly, the boy was extremely cunning and tricked the monk who was guarding him into approaching and knocking him out, then ran away...

I heard that I had escaped to Hong Kong Island, and you also came from Hong Kong Island, right?"

"So that's it... That's right, Master, we both came from Hong Kong Island..."

Next, Mo Ziming talked about the grudges between Zhou Xing and Tang Niu.

After hearing this, Meng Yuan sighed: "Amitabha, everything has cause and effect. It seems that you are here to come to Shaolin Temple to achieve this result."

“What the master said is very much.”

"But, our Shaolin Temple generally does not easily accept lay disciples..."

"Master, we have come from afar, please feel comfortable..."

After Mo Ziming's lobbying, Meng Yuan finally nodded and agreed.

Of course, this is not to say that he is easy to talk to. I don’t know how many people want to enter Shaolin Temple to study kung fu every year, but since the incident of Tang Niu, a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple has been confiscated in recent years.

However, Mo Ziming and Meng Yuan's discussion on Zen shocked Meng Yuan and also made him feel very curious...

Who is this young man?

Under Jueyuan's arrangement, Mo Ziming and A Xing entered the Shaolin Temple kitchen and became a chef.

Here, Axing found a new world...

Because there are many monks in the temple, even a big iron pot is not a problem to stew a beef.

Frying is not a small spatula, but a long-handled, large iron spatula, which requires strong enough arm strength.

Moreover, although there are wells in the temple, they are only reserved. On weekdays, you have to use water several miles to carry the spring water.

This task naturally fell on Ah Xing.

There are also rough work such as chopping wood, chopping wood, etc.

In short, Ah Xing can be said to have suffered a lot here.

But as the saying goes, only those who endure hardships can become the best.

Not long after, the abbot personally taught an internal skill to A Xing, and told him to practice well, and said that Tang Niu's talent is not bad, and that after practicing for many years, he may not be so easy to deal with.

There is no time in the mountains.

Before he knew it, Ah Xing had been in Shaolin Temple for more than a year.

Since he left, as expected, Dahli Group has tasted the sweetness and began to expand wildly, and has opened more than 20 new branches in just a short time.

One of them even opened opposite the restaurant run by A Xing and others, and kept holding guests' remuneration activities. He also found some etiquette ladies and dressed up to greet the guests.

At the same time, a membership system has been launched, and any membership enjoyment discounts are offered.

As a result, the restaurant's business was greatly affected and the turnover was almost cut in half.

The profits of restaurants depend entirely on turnover, because rent, labor and other expenses are relatively fixed.

Once the turnover drops, profits will naturally drop sharply, and almost no money will be made.

Turkey, Goose Head and his group were so angry that they gritted their teeth. If Caiwei hadn't persuaded him, the group might have already made a big fuss with their knives.

"Caiwei, you are half the boss's wife. Now our store is almost at a loss. If you continue to do this, you will probably not be able to hold on for long. What do you think you will do?"

Caiwei couldn't think of a good idea for a while, after all, her own situation was not good.

Because she repeatedly refused the request of the Taiwanese leader to give an exclusive interview to Tang Niu, the Taiwanese leader promoted her former assistant to the host in anger, and she became the other party's assistant.

Now that assistant was so majestic that he often called her around like a secretary.

"Don't worry, everyone, I guess Axing and A Ming are coming back soon..."

"The problem is here. When they come back, they see that the restaurant is about to die. How can we explain it?"

"That's right, fortunately, the old store was not affected much, and it made some money. Otherwise, we wouldn't even be able to pay our salary..."

"That happy boss and Tang Niu are so hateful. They clearly want to force us into a dead end."

"Or, we will also lower the price and sell twenty yuan per bowl, which will at least bring back some popularity."

Upon hearing this, Caiwei quickly said, "Don't, we can't beat it with financial resources. If we sell twenty, they may sell eighteen.

What should we do then?

Once the price drops, it will only offend customers and make business more difficult."

Goose head nodded: "Miss Caiwei is right. When fighting a price war, we are not opponents at all, and we will only let the other party lead them step by step.

If I want to say, I can only work hard on the dishes and find ways to create more new tricks to attract people."

"That's right, but how easy is it to develop new dishes? And Tang Niu is now the God of Food, and many people are looking for his name..."

"Bang!" Turkey slapped the table: "What kind of bullshit God of Food? God of Food, I, Turkey, only recognize Axing."
To be continued...