Outside the Madake Gate.

The ancient old monk holding the Qinglong Zen staff in one hand slowly descended the mountain against the crowd, and the sackcloth monk's shoes rose and fell without hurry, and he was submerged in the crowd after a few times.

True martial arts rule the world.

The young Taoist priest in a dark blue Taoist robe looked at the old monk's departing figure and bowed slightly across the sea of people, sending off the old monk who had only been together for a few days, but had a bit of a year-old conversation.

This cultivator seeks all things in the world, tea theory is naturally one of the compulsory things, the master and the master brother are the top quality characters in the tea ceremony, but this Wudang mountain tea ceremony is all added together, I am afraid that it is not as good as the ancient old monk's views on the tea cooking.

This tea cooking seems simple, like a back-to-back view, but if you want to study it thoroughly, you can't do it without three or five years of hard work, just take this Taihe Touchun as an example.

Taihe tea, produced in Wudang, is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and the tea silk is extremely delicate.

When picking, we should pay great attention to it, when the tea is even more refined and refined, so as not to hurt the tea itself, the fire is urgent, the fire is slow, the fire is not cooked, the cold pot is not good, the hot pot is not good, and it needs to be fried with internal strength when the heat is moderate, so as to get the original gas of the tea silk.

It is not easy to fry tea, it is even more difficult to cook tea, the reason why Qinglong monks are so favored by Taihe Touchun is probably so, the tea silk fried by Wudang Taoist people is fried with Wudang internal strength, soft and rigid, and the essence of the tea silk is preserved.

Although the tea silk has become a dead thing from the tea tree, the heaven and earth have not been damaged under the blessing of Wudang's internal strength.

From withering to melting, it is also the Zen practiced by Buddhism.

Taihe first spring, fried tea is already a good product, this small burrito for cooking tea is a must, whether it is time or utensils, the little Taoist priest is the most suitable thing.

As the Taoists say, the way of heaven is the meaning of nature.

The things in this world are not the rarer the better, the more precious the better, whether it is martial arts or from the literature, the right is important, everything has nature, natural and suitable means the same, like a person, suitable is extremely important, friendship or love, suitable, is the right reason.

Just like this teapot, the purple clay pot is rare but too slow, the white porcelain pot is precious but too urgent, this rare and precious two small burritos are not liked, the little Taoist priest's favorite is the most inconspicuous coarse mud pot, first sit the empty pot on the fire, let the fire head sway the pot a few times, and the damp water in the pot can be completely burned before it can be added to the mountain spring.

Simmer for half an hour, wait until the sweet taste in the mountain spring is melted in the water and put in the pot, only when the taste is the best.

Ordinary people grasp the intensity with the number of tea silk, and those who are proficient in the tea ceremony can control the thick and thin taste with the fire under the pot, and when it comes to this, the small burrito can't help but sigh, if it is a person who practices martial arts, he can control the fire with spiritual power, where it is light and heavy, so that the direction of the fire head is more comprehensive, and it is also very beneficial to the taste of tea.

It's a pity, the little burrito doesn't practice martial arts, if you can learn a move and a half, and brew some spiritual power in the dantian qi sea, even if you can't prove that the immortal can cook tea and quench it, it's good.

"Why don't you learn it?"

The young Taoist priest who sent off the Qinglong monk strolling in the mountains muttered to himself.

But when I thought of the dense text burritos on the classics, I felt that one head and two were big, and just thinking about it, I felt that my eyelids were stiff, and I didn't know where to rise sleepy

Spread all around.

The little Taoist priest shook his head again and again, forcibly dispelling the feeling of sleepiness, revealing an extremely bitter and distorted expression.

The pitch-black seven-spotted spirit cat on the shoulder of the small burrito looked sideways at the bitter face of the young Taoist, as if he hated iron and steel, and glanced at the young man as if he hated iron and steel, and a pair of light blue eyes blinked and blinked, as if he was thinking about something.

The little burrito took the black cat's movements in his eyes, and Shi Cai's bitter distortion completely dissipated, looking at the black cat who only messed with trouble all day long, and muttered: "What kind of chance is this broken cat?"

The seven spotted civets looked like they didn't like to take care of them.

It's strange to say, since the master Huineng who holds the Qinglong Zen staff has gone up the mountain, this black cat is strangely tight, this black cat is the most sleepy on weekdays, twelve hours a day, the sober state is not more than three hours, the rest are either snoring for a long time, or closed their eyes and slept lightly, in short, lazy tight.

Except in front of the big salamander in the Nanyan Valley, this black cat has never had a panicked and eager look, but since Master Huineng went up the mountain, this black cat has not been able to do it all day long, especially in front of several great sages of Buddhism and Taoism, and the dark ears are eager to stand tall.

It seems that he is afraid of missing some secret things in the world, the more he is like this, the more the little burrito is puzzled, the master and the master brother are not earth-shattering or the imperial court, they can't understand it, can that broken cat understand?

The small burrito has no other advantages from childhood to adulthood except for cooking tea and painting, and then there is this mind is good, not to see the world thoroughly, but the little Taoist priest is simple and lazy, and he can't figure out things, so he no longer thinks about it, and it is better to waste that thought than to look at the mountains and clouds and seas between these mountains and mountains.

Although it seems to be heartless, who in this world can say that it is not transparent?

These days back and forth is busy enough to choke the small burrito, ordinary days are either playing with the black cat in the mountains or to provoke the giant salamander, very rarely honest stay in the quiet room, after the Hui Neng master came, cooking tea every day has become the work of the small burrito.

When the master talks to the master, the burrito has to wait on the side, and when the master is alone, he has to bring boiling water to the room from time to time, which can be regarded as a busy work.

Now the guests are sent away, this huge Wudang Mountain is the same as in the past, the little Taoist priest enjoys this kind of leisure and comfort very much, walking in the mountains unhurried and unhurried, looking at the dead wood spring, looking at the pine and cypress arrogance, it can be regarded as extremely comfortable.

The little Taoist wandered aimlessly in the mountains for more than an hour, this leg and foot have already let the black cat on his shoulder exercise, and he doesn't feel tired after walking for a long time, especially after Master Huineng pointed out when he went up the mountain that day, the little Taoist felt that he walked more lightly, and the speed was also a lot faster, and now the speed under his feet should not be so embarrassed to catch up with the golden giant salamander.

Another half an hour, the small burrito is a little tired, although the glazed scenery of this Wudang Mountain is pleasant, but it can be seen that it is always a little tired, today is Shangyuan, the mountain is the believer tourists, crowded very, the small burrito is not willing to be mixed in the crowd, and is regarded as a master by those believer tourists.

The little burrito searched for a few laps in the mountain, but there was no place to rest, and in desperation, he finally returned to the Hidden Immortal Rock where Yin Wengong cultivated and ascended.

This Hidden Immortal Rock is extremely prestigious, in addition to Yin Wengong, who was personally passed on by Boyang Laojun "Tao Te Ching", there are several masters who practice here.

There are five stone halls in the Hidden Immortal Cave, and this stone hall is the most mysterious in the world

One of the antiquities, there are two stone carvings of Xingjun in the main hall of the five halls, one is named the sun, the other is called Taiyin, there are two rows of mysterious words behind the stone statues, although there are self-created dragon chapters and phoenixes in Taoist classics, but the expo classics, how to read these two rows of words, what they represent, no one can know so far.

Some people say that it is the law of immortality, some people say that it is an overseas immortal mountain, and some people say that it is a treasure left by Boyang Laojun, which can be called a matter of different opinions.

The little Taoist priest with a black cat on his shoulder found a flat stone platform on the side of the Hidden Immortal Rock, this stone platform was found by the black cat with a burrito in the early years, and the black cat was very fond of the Hidden Immortal Rock, one of the thirty-six rocks in Wudang, and he always had to come three or five times in a month.

The stone platform is wide and holds some withered grass is a natural bed, the young Taoist priest is extremely lazy to spread his body on the stone platform, and the exhaustion is all in the mountains and forests.

The pitch-black spotted civet cat had already jumped off the shoulder of the little Taoist, helplessly looking at the young Taoist priest whose breathing was fluctuating and orderly, the small black cat walked several times to the edge of the stone platform, and stared deeply in the direction of the Hidden Immortal Rock through the heavy mountain stones.

A pair of light blue vertical pupils were extremely deep, after looking at it for a long time, the black cat seemed to be tired, stretched out its tongue and licked its paws, turned the direction, looked at the direction of the golden salamander cave under the South Rock Valley and showed an extremely mysterious smile, and then stretched his waist back to the sleeping Taoist priest, found a comfortable position next to the Taoist priest's face and curled up, and fell asleep.

Outside the Hidden Immortal Rock, this person and a cat slept extremely sweetly and comfortably, but under the South Rock Valley, there was a different scenery.

South Rock Valley Floor.

A thick wheezing sound diffused the valley bottom, and all the mountain and forest beasts in the valley bottom were hiding in the cave, trembling, and the more daring beasts dared to step out of the cave, but even when they stepped out of the cave, they also tiptoed and hidden, for fear of making any movement, provoking the owner of the wheezing sound to be irritable and angry.

This heavy wheezing sound came from a cave, Wudang is already a pure place outside the world, and this Nanyan Valley is even more pure in the purity, but there is no purity on both sides of this cave, both sides of the cave seem to be an exotic battlefield that has experienced years of war, broken stones and broken trees can be seen everywhere, and huge footprints and running traces still exist vaguely.

A damp smell came from the cave, which seemed to be so deep that it was only black from afar, and the further you went, the stronger the smell and heavy breath became.

Outside the cave, there are traces of water that have not yet dried up, and the water traces are dragging and several feet wide, and it seems that there are big beasts infested.

The cave is ten zhang wide, more than thirty zhang long, the cave is twisted and dark, extremely damp, turn a few corners to be able to faintly see the stars and red light spots, although the red light points are bright, but still can not shine on this wide cave.

Under the light, there was a faint golden figure curled up in it, the golden figure was extremely wide, and it was only a few steps before it could be recognized, the figure had a flat head, tails, and toes on its limbs, and its wheezing sound was like thunder.

The giant salamander of Wudang Mountain, a strange beast in the mouth of the world, was extremely sad and angry at this time, looking at the dozen vermilion fruits on the wall, and a pair of bright golden eyes seemed to have tears, extremely unwilling.

The vermilion fruit is the size of a thumb, the whole body is red, like a fire crystal and like a beautiful jade, there is a faint glow on the surface of the peel, the glow is like a galaxy changing in the sky, all of which are deep and beautiful.

If the Qinglong monk who likes tea is here, he should be extremely shocked when he sees the vermilion fruit.