All these street vendors were villagers from the surrounding temple areas.
There's a saying that you live off the mountain if it's nearby, and off the sea if it's close; stationed by the temple which is such a gold mine, how could they not be tempted?
"Enough of this quarreling! Behaving so rudely in front of the pilgrims, aren't we just making a spectacle for outsiders?"
An elderly man wearing a long robe and round spectacles slowly approached with the aid of a walking stick.
"Old Qin! I didn't want to argue either, but this brat insists his offerings are better than mine! On what grounds?"
"Who doesn't know about the source of your goods? Is that stuff even usable? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution when that goes into the incense burner!"
"You, you, you! I'm gonna fight it out with you!"
They say cutting off someone's livelihood is akin to killing their parents!
