Wudang Purple Imperial City.

The four Heavenly Gates are in the sky and the sky is above the sea of clouds, as if they are flying down to this Taoist Immortal Mansion from above the Nine Heavens, and they are trying their best to render the majesty of the Heavenly Court Immortal Realm and the Human Immortal Mansion.

In front of the Nantian Gate, a faint sound sounded out of thin air.

The ancient old Taoist who pretended to be a master with his hand in the dust was really asleep, and a yellow-crowned old Taoist was really grandiose in the Wudang Mountain of the ancestral court of the Taoist family in this world, and he was standing outside the Nantian Gate, and behind him was the Wudang Golden Dome that enshrined the Taihe Palace of the Dharma Body of the Zhenwu Emperor, if it was seen by the pilgrims who were full of mountains, it should be crowned with a sensational name, right?

If this matter was placed more than a thousand years ago when the Purple Imperial City was built for Wudang, the son of the Zhu family, this old Taoist priest should have been accused of a great disrespect and ended up miserable, right?

When the Zhu family was the son of heaven, this Wudang Mountain was as solemn and solemn as the Forbidden Jinggi, and when the surname Zhu was in the world, Mo said that if he wanted to climb the Wudang Golden Dome to worship Taihe Zhenwu, just the mountain Shinto was not accessible to ordinary people.

Even if it is in the mountain road, people can not set foot in Taihe, at most they can only enter the South Heavenly Gate, pass through the Lingguan Corridor, and worship the Lingguan who is holding a steel whip, so that they can go up along the winding nine-line road of Ruopanlong built according to the mountain, and take a look at it from a distance outside the Golden Palace, even if it is to worship Zhenwu.

Outside the Nantian Gate, the snoring sound became louder and louder.

The ancient old Taoist who fell asleep with the dust in his arms was like a rootless floating in the mountains, swaying with the wind of Wudang Mountain, I don't know if it was pretending to be a mystery or really helpless to force the mountain wind to sway in the wind.

The real person of the Daomen who was dressed in a crane on the side didn't care about the old Taoist's disrespectful behavior at all, and stared at the direction of the mountain Shinto with a pair of sword eyebrows, staring at the direction of the mountain Shinto, staring speechlessly.

"Come on. ”

After a long time, the old Taoist priest swaying in the wind stopped snoring, threw out a puzzling sentence like a dream, and then snored again.

If this old Taoist's words were left elsewhere, I was afraid that no one would pay attention to them, but the middle-aged Taoist dressed in cranes took it to heart like a decree, and stretched out his hand to tie the crown and belt, for fear that the Taoist robe would be the slightest messy and damage the face of the Taoist.

But to the disappointment of the middle-aged Taoist, after tidying up his clothes, he didn't see anyone climbing from the Shinto, and the middle-aged Taoist was not disappointed and anxious, but still waited.

After another stick of incense, the old Taoist swaying in the wind stopped, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the direction of the Shinto boredly, and pouted his old lips.

A sound of footsteps sounded, and the little Taoist priest with a black cat on his shoulder took the lead in jumping out of the mountain Shendao, his breath was a little chaotic but his face was excited, but as soon as he looked up, he saw a middle-aged Taoist wearing a carved crane standing in front of him, and the excitement and joy on his face stopped abruptly, and he didn't dare to have any playful looks, so he hurriedly saluted and said: "I've seen a real person in charge." ”

After a breath, the monk of Shimen who held a green dragon Zen staff stepped out of the Shinto, and the old monk who chased all the way with the little Taoist burrito ignored the young man, gave a salute with one hand, chanted the Buddha's name, and said in a loud voice:

"Longyan Temple Zen monk Huineng, according to the abbot's decree, came to visit Wudang, and saw the real person in charge, the real person of Sijiu. ”

After 20 years, the Qinglong monk Huineng entered Wudang Mountain again.

There are thousands of tastes in this world, some people like the spicy water wine, some people like the mellow tea soup, spicy or mellow, the taste is divided into tens of millions, in the case of the water wine, some are soft and some are strong, some are long and fleeting, some are first spicy and then sweet, and some are sweet and then spicy, and the character of this life is roughly the same, some people are cool and some people are careful, some people are poor and then rich, some people are rich first and then poor, many similarities.

The tea soup is even more so, the same three taels of filaments in different places are different tastes, take this Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism for example, monks drink tea as Zen, because of which from dry to melt, Taoist tea as the Tao, because of the nature of heaven and earth, Confucianism tea drinking as benevolence, because of which meditation and calming the mind, no matter what family and what religion can take its introspective practice meaning.

Lu Hongji's "Book of Tea" has a record: tea is used, the taste is cold, and it is the most suitable person to drink thrifty.

If Confucianism and Taoism are one yin and one yang, then Confucianism is yang, and Taoism is yin.

Even so, Wudang also has tea.

According to legend, the true martial ancestor Wudang cultivated, and the Jade Emperor gave tea to cultivate sexual health and become an immortal.

Every year on the third day of March and the ninth day of September, Wudang Taoist people worship the ancestor emperor with the best products in the tea.

There are several kinds of tea in Wudang, among which the Taoist tea Taihe tea is the most well-known in the world, and is praised as a tribute by the royal family.

Taihe tea to spring tea is the best, the tea tree survives a midwinter after the bud and leaf smell in the late spring germination is the most fragrant and pleasant, Taoist people drink this tea, the heart is relaxed, the heart is clear, the heart is calm, life to the realm, peace to the extreme, so it is called Taihe.

In a secluded room in Wudang Purple Imperial City, a purple clay pot was tumbling and boiling on the stove, and the little Taoist priest with a black cat on his shoulder saw the water vapor boiling in the pot, and endured the scorching heat and added a pinch of Touchun Taihe tea to the pot that had just been picked a few days ago.

Wind fuels the fire, fire boils water, water cooks tea, boiling water several tumbling between the essence of Taihe tea is dissolved in water, the original clear mountain spring turned into a handful of light tea soup, and a few tosses, bursts of aroma gushing out from the mud pot, with the swaying water vapor filled the quiet room.

The little Taoist priest counted the time, Taihe tea can not be boiled for too long, although the taste is more mellow for a long time, but the loss of peace and tranquility, the gains outweigh the losses, don't look at this little Taoist priest does not practice martial arts and does not participate in the Tao, but this qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are proficient very, especially this boiled tea, the first spring tea boiled a few breaths, the second spring tea boiled a few breaths this young man understands.

When the water vapor is almost up, he endured the scorching heat and poured tea for the three people in front and behind the square table one by one, it is strange to say, the master and the master did not say a word after entering the quiet room, and the three of them couldn't help but even the black cat on their shoulders were a lot quieter, and they didn't sleep just lying on their shoulders and secretly watching a few people, this black cat rarely stopped like this, except for the time when the Taihe Palace counted now.

This quiet room is extremely bland, in addition to an abbot three or four chairs and stools left on the wall hanging a pair of green lotus clumsy day map, the green lotus picture has no name, no money and no big seal, the picture of three or five green lotus is born in the sun, the branches stretch the water is clear, like fresh in general, there is a bit of everyone's taste at a glance, on weekdays, a mention of this green lotus humble day picture small burrito but to be angry for a while, this picture is from the hand of this young man, this young man has not learned Wenmo Danqing just want to draw and draw, but after the picture is completed, not only this palm teacher brother Qi Zheng'an, even the most good Danqing Wenmo on the mountain of the boring brother You Shan Wen will not help but praise this humble day Qinglian picture。

Qinglong monk was born to like tea, to the royal as an offering of Taihe spring tea has admired for a long time, twenty years ago for the search for the light city was born, to Wu was in the middle of winter, no chance to taste the taste of tea, and then Hui Neng returned to Xishan Qingxiu no time to visit Wudang again, Longyan Wudang is thousands of miles away, no matter how good the first spring and tea sent to Linzhou will change the taste, rather than so bad thoughts, it is better not to take this idea in the heart as a concern.

Originally, Huineng went down the mountain this time when it was the end of the year and it was not the season of spring tea picking, and the Qinglong monks had no thoughts about the first spring tea, but who knew that the spring of Wudang this year was half a month earlier, and by chance, I was fortunate to have a taste of this Taihe first spring.

The Qinglong monk took a sip of the light tea soup in the purple mud tea cup, and as rumored, the tea flavor changed from thick to light and then from light to thick, which was very delicious.

As soon as he set the cup, before he could speak, Mai Lao Dao, who was sitting opposite, opened his mouth lazily and took the lead in asking, "Twenty years, right?"

The Qinglong monk counted the time, "The Qing year has just passed, and it has been twenty years. ”

The old Taoist Wang Sijiu smiled evilly: "Twenty years ago, you Huineng went to Wudang to think about this Taihe Touchun, and the crazy Ji Rong was worried about the green bamboo in the mountains behind me, and now you have your wish, the crazy monk can't wait." ”

Huineng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that the mad monk didn't hear this, let him know that you are gloating here, maybe he will run to Wudang that day to mess with you and harass you Qingxiu." ”

In the quiet room, the two great sages of Buddhism and Taoism couldn't help but smile helplessly, but the little Taoist priest with a black cat on his shoulder looked dazed, but he was dazed, and he was dazed, and being dazed was better than not talking to anyone, right?

After a period of greetings, Wudang Sect Leader Qi Zheng'an took the lead in breaking the window paper and asked, "Master Huineng came here for Qingcheng this time?"

The Qinglong monk bowed his head slightly, and said bitterly, "Exactly, that Wu Kui broke into the sword mound and pushed this Longyan Temple to the cusp again." ”

The old Taoist Wang Sijiu said indifferently, "Actually, I wouldn't be so embarrassed. ”

"Not really. Huineng sighed and said, "Ding Yi has been such a temper since he was a child, and I am afraid that he will not be able to change it in this life." ”

"It's not a bad thing, it's quite like the meaning of Master Kucheng when he was young. Wang Sijiu said with a smile.

After a little muttering, Wang Sijiu continued to ask: "I have one thing that I am extremely puzzled about, if it is said that King Kong is undefeated Zhang Ding can be among the best in the world, but when will he learn to speak the scriptures and preach the Fa?

Huineng was stunned, "What does Forty-Nine mean?"

"That's not right. ”

"Isn't that right?"

Wang Sijiu snorted and continued: "Although the light city has been imprisoned for twenty years, and the fierce blood and qi have dissipated a lot, but the light city has bathed in the Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder without destroying it, and in twenty years, the Xuan Lei has already soaked through the sword body, and the Xuan Lei will definitely collide with the heart vein, so Wu Kuiren is heart vein is no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to assimilate Lei Gang safely, there must be a treasure of body protection, which shows that it has been intended for a long time. ”

"Zen scriptures, this is the preaching of Longyan Temple and Kuzen Mountain, no one cares about the rivers and lakes, and there is no news even in You Fenglou, I know that the candidates for the two factions of dialectics are only the core people of the two factions, how is he so impartial and straightforward to smash Huanglong?"