The Monk felt annoyed in his heart, but he was caught in a bind and could do nothing about it; turning around, he picked up the fruits from the ground and entered the tavern directly, finding the table by the window, he naturally placed the fruits on the dish of that indecent customer.
"A meal, a grain, all are gifts from nature, how dare I waste them?"
The customer didn't even furrow his brow, opened his mouth, and swallowed the fruits, deliberately chewing and savoring them,
"There's a fragrance of soil... but then again... offering food to the monks, burning incense for a calm mind, Monk, you didn't wash your hands and you succumbed to your anger, this isn't something a true disciple of the Buddhist Sect should do."
The Monk sat down opposite him, "What did you mean by your earlier words?"
Hou Niao was smug, "No meaning at all. How else could you have come up here? Monk, if you had really left just like that, the Buddhist teachings would have reached Great Success.
