Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Shen Jin entered Baiwei City.

It lives up to its reputation of being a place of hundreds of flavors. As soon as you enter the city, you can hear the noise of gongs and drums and the blast of firecrackers.

"The 548th Baiwei City Food King Competition begins today! There are currently participating teams. A free buffet will be set up at the Lingtai! Let's enjoy the food and welcome the arrival of the Food King!"

The slogan was passionate, but people around seemed to be used to it.

Are the city residents living so comfortably that they are no longer interested in free food?

Shen Jin caught up with a group of people who were gossiping and chatting.

"Tsk, another food competition. Besides this one, can't the City Lord think of any new entertainment?"

"Eat, eat, eat. I'm almost turning into a pig."

The fat man in blue patted his bulging belly. There were waves of flesh when he patted it. If you really compare, he is much fatter than a pig.

From this perspective, the residents of Baiwei City are indeed fatter than ordinary people.

"Once a year is enough, but once a month is definitely too much."

The slightly plump man in black touched the boiled egg head to express his agreement.

The man in black invited him, "I'm going to Lingtai for dinner. Do you want to come?"

The man in blue jumped off the stool, shaking the floor slightly. He said firmly, "Go!"

"I remember the pot of Eight Treasure Duck that the leader made last month. It was so delicious that it made me dizzy. I don't know if I can still eat it this time."

The man in black patted his forehead and said, "I think you're really confused. The leader left Baiwei City and went to the Buddhist sect overnight without even packing his luggage. I'm still cooking for you. Are you dreaming?"

"Hey, hey, hey, stop hitting me. I'm just reminiscing a little. Everyone knows that each food competition is getting better and better. A mere eight-treasure duck wouldn't even budge in front of me."

……

The voices gradually faded away. Shen Jin listened to several more rounds of conversations and summarized them.

The food competition was held monthly in Lingtai. It was said that the frequency was necessary to accommodate the city's population of one million. But judging by the blue-clad man's lethargy, it was clear that the crowd wasn't as active as the city lord had anticipated.

Every winner left Baiwei City the same night they were announced or the next day, without exception. Among them were even shop owners and established families. Did they simply love working for the Buddhist sect so much that they'd rush to join it, leaving their luggage and families behind?

If the rumors are not exaggerated, then the level of faith of the people here in Buddhism is terrifying.

From this perspective, it is extremely foolish to go against Buddhism.

A formation was set up on the spiritual platform, separating it from an independent space. The crowds of people disappeared the moment Shen Jin stepped onto the spiritual platform.

There were many more contestants than spectators, which made Shen Jin feel like he had stepped into a trap.

In the center of the altar stood a massive, faceless golden Buddha statue. He sat, holding a flower in his hand, his face devoid of features, yet a certain compassion emanated from him.

The halo above the Buddha's head happens to be the center of the formation, with flowing golden patterns adding a sense of mystery and solemnity.

Golden lotus flowed out from the fingertips of the Buddha statue, dragging a trail of light towards Shen Jin. However, she blocked it from her body.

Shen Jin sensed a sense of being watched from the Buddha statue.

It's really fun.

She lowered her eyes slightly, relaxed her body, and let the golden lotus sink into her brows and reunite in her sea of consciousness.

It's completely harmless, and it would be great if we could just ignore the roots it's taking deep into our sea of consciousness.

After a cultivator begins practicing, they will open up a sea of consciousness at the center of their forehead, which is the gateway to life. Jin Lian's brazen occupation of this place is truly audacious.

Mortals naturally do not have a sea of consciousness, but the center of the eyebrows is also the location of the vital point. It is conceivable how much of a threat the golden lotus taking root would pose to them.

However, the people living under the protection of Buddhism will not have the slightest fear.

When Shen Jin saw the shadow in front of her, she knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation, clasped her hands together and raised them above her head, then bowed her forehead to the ground and bowed devoutly, not getting up for a long time.

Prayers, requests, wishes one after another came out of his mouth.

Shen Jin didn't know whether the Buddha heard it or not.

But she knew that the golden lotus had taken root and grown in his mind, unable to be separated. Another +1 for a devout Buddhist.

The golden lotus in Shen Jin's sea of consciousness naturally entered a dormant state. But in order not to arouse suspicion, she took the extra effort to create an illusion as feedback.

The process of golden lotus taking root seems long, but in fact it only takes a moment.

Shen Jin had a golden lotus pendant on her waist, which was the certificate required for visiting and tasting.

Now that we are here and have planted the golden lotus, it would be boring if we don’t eat something.

Thinking this, Shen Jin walked towards the stall.

Each contestant has a separate mobile stall, which surrounds the Buddha statue from the inside to the outside, with the numbers gradually increasing.

The stall owners also have numbers on them.

She walked to the outermost floor with the number 999 written on it. This was the house farthest from the Buddha statue.

The stall owner was obviously defeated. He was slumping his head over the wooden table, spinning his chopsticks in boredom.

"My soup is delicious, so why can't I attract customers?"

"Damn it! I've already reached 997, but I was beaten down!"

"Try my black grass, white chicken and deer antler soup. One sip will refresh your mind, and two sips will keep you tired forever!"

When the stall owner saw Shen Jin coming, he immediately waved his arms and started calling out.

Too enthusiastic...

Shen Jin showed her golden lotus pendant.

The stall owner paused in scooping the soup, as if he was reluctant to give it to her.

Shen Jin raised her eyebrows. What was this? Was her level too low?

But you, a stall owner ranked 999th, dare to be picky about your customers?

The stall owner finally understood the situation and put on a business-like smile: "Customer, please try it. If you like it, please vote for my deer antler soup!"

Shen Jin took the small bowl and said casually, "You seem to dislike me."

The stall owner smiled awkwardly: "No, of course not."

"With your lowest Golden Lotus level, how many points can you give me? I'm losing money by giving you a bowl of soup..."

The stall owner, who for some reason had spoken his true feelings, quickly covered his mouth with a look of astonishment, feeling that he was really overwhelmed by failure and actually said such rude words.

He quickly apologized: "Amitabha, Amitabha, I was just talking in my sleep, please eat whatever you want."

Shen Jin naturally wouldn't make things difficult for him. Instead, he was more interested in Jinlian's level.

"I got the lowest rank, and you also got the lowest rank. How can this meeting not be considered fate?"

The stall owner slapped his head, thinking it made sense, and finally let it go. His stall wasn't doing any business anyway, and his final place in the competition was a foregone conclusion. So, he wasted time chatting with Shen Jin.

"You don't know. I can't say I've never missed one, but I've had it every month in recent years. That's seven times in total. And yet, I always come in last place. Isn't that unusual?"

The stall owner also scooped a bowl of soup for himself, and clinked it with Shen Jin's wine. He took a big gulp and then started to vomit bitterness.

Shen Jin stared at the soup base. It was thick white with a hint of yellow, and the ingredients were cooked to perfection. Even more remarkable was the faintest hint of spiritual energy in the soup. For a mortal, creating such a finished product was extremely difficult.

No matter what the standard is, it will not be the last.