Not far into the valley, there is a mountain road hidden among the trees and weeds at the foot of the mountain on the right that leads directly to the Ci'en Temple, which is the road that the monks often take, Gu Qingzhu walked up the steps, and the little monk Huijue who guarded the mountain gate recognized her, and smiled and clapped his palms together and said: "Sister Gu has not been here for a long time, but today she came to find Uncle Ran?" ”

"Only you're the smartest!" Gu Qingzhu praised him with a smile, and grabbed a handful of caramel that his little sister liked to eat from the back basket and gave it to him.

Hui Jue is the host of Master Wu when he went out to travel, orphans taken in in other places, although he is eleven or twelve years old, but in the end he is a child, it is rare to see back sugar, so he sat on the stone steps of the mountain gate, holding and munching.

"Keep it and eat slowly, eat too much carefully and have a toothache, and then you can't eat, and you will be punished by the master for memorizing the scriptures." Seeing him like this, Gu Qingzhu couldn't help but quip.

"I'll eat another one." Huijue hadn't finished eating in his mouth, but he peeled another grain in his hand, and he said vaguely, "It's the same as before, you secretly went to the back kitchen to find my uncle, he has locked himself in the house all day these days, and he doesn't know what he's thinking." ”

"Okay, I'll go." Gu Qingzhu turned from the corridor next to the side hall to the kitchen in the temple familiarly.

"Master Ran......" Gu Qingzhu probed and searched a few places in the kitchen, but there was no one in sight.

A gust of wind blew, and a trace of tea smelled over, Gu Qingzhu sniffed, this smell was not like the aroma of tea cakes or loose tea cooking, but ...... Instead of a burning smell?

Gu Qingzhu was full of curiosity, followed the smell to find it, and sure enough, outside a house, he smelled a stronger smell of burnt leaves.

"Knowing Master!" Gu Qingzhu was worried about where the burning smell was on fire, so she didn't care about going up and knocking on the door.

"Who?" The door creaked open from the inside, and a tall middle-aged monk wearing a dark blue robe, with black ash on his face and hands, poked his head out and asked.

"Master, are you alright?" Seeing him like this, Gu Qingzhu was even more sure that there must be a fire in the house.

"It's okay, it's okay, Qingzhu girl, you're just in time!" Seeing that it was her, she was surprised, and opened the door directly, and immediately a puff of white smoke wrapped in a thicker smell of burnt fire came to her nose.

"Ahem, are you really okay?" Gu Qingzhu was choked and coughed, waving his hand to drive away the smoke.

"I've been thinking about whether to look for you these days, but you came." Ran didn't return to Gu Qingzhu's words, he said to himself, and opened the other two doors.

The room was much brighter, Gu Qingzhu looked inside, and saw a pot in the middle of the room, with firewood burning underneath, the orange flame was burning vigorously, I don't know what was burning in the pot, but it was certain that it was completely paste.

"Oops, it's over, it's over!" Ran followed Gu Qingzhu's eyes, ran into the house with a shout, and hurriedly withdrew the burning firewood.

Gu Qingzhu hurriedly brought in a wooden bucket filled with water at the door, and threw the firewood that was burning into the bucket, and suddenly the smoke was everywhere, and the room suddenly seemed to be foggy, hazy, Gu Qingzhu covered his mouth and nose, and carried the bucket out again, and the house was better.

"It's a pity for my tea!" He fished out a lump of black leaves from the pot and threw it on the table next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Gu Qingzhu stretched out his hand and pulled it, the leaves on the table were curled up, in addition to the shape, he could barely see a leaf and a heart like a flag gun, and the color was completely unrecognizable.

"I found a few ancient tea trees in the north cliff of Lotus Essence today, and picked some fresh leaves, and it's all wasted at this time!" He sat down at the table and sighed.

"Steaming green loose tea is not your method, if you want, I can give you some, although I only have a bird's tongue now." Gu Qingzhu stood beside him and persuaded.

"No, no, the steamed green summer tea you sold to the temple last year is very good, the presiding brother likes to drink it most every day, and the spring tea tea cakes donated by the rich families in the county, he doesn't like to drink it, saying that it tastes bland.

It's just a few days ago, the host brother went to the south of the Faji Temple to give a lecture, and got some gifts from Master Niankong, including two small pots of tea, this tea is very respected among the monks in the south temple, and is often used to entertain distinguished guests. As he spoke, he got up and took out a small jar of plum blossoms from the cabinet next to him where the scriptures were placed.

"Is it so rare?" Gu Qingzhu asked suspiciously.

"But it's not, don't underestimate this little bit, there is nothing here in us, but there is a priceless market in the south, and it is difficult for many people to spend a lot of money." Ran opened the lid and handed it to Gu Qingzhu to see.

Gu Qingzhu took a look at the probe, only to see that the bone china was snow-white, the tea leaves inside were mostly buds, full of white hair, the tea inside was like snow outside, shining with light, the tea shape was straight like a needle, the cord was clear, and there was an elegant atmosphere.

"This tea is better than steamed green tea cakes?" All along, Gu Qingzhu has been making steamed green tea cakes, and she couldn't help but look up and ask.

"The name of this tea is Green Snow Needle, which is different from the steamed green tea we drink nowadays, I'll make you a cup and taste it, and you'll know if it's good or bad." Ran took out a white porcelain cup, scalded it with boiling water on a small stove, took out three or five tea leaves from the small pot and put them in the cup, filled it with hot water, white smoke curled, and the tea was fragrant leisurely.

"Can you drink it without boiling it?" After three or five breaths, Gu Qingzhu watched in surprise as soon as the shriveled tea leaves met the water, as if they were alive, the buds gradually stretched, and one by one stood at the bottom of the cup.

"That's how you drink it, you taste it." He nodded, pushing the teacup in front of her.

The tea in the cup is clear and transparent, slightly apricot yellow, Gu Qingzhu carefully took a sip, the tea fragrance is rich, the entrance is slightly bitter, and then quickly sweet, and the tongue is fragrant in an instant.

"It looks like it's made of lotus heart bud tea, but the taste is fresher, and this way of drinking tea is also simple." Looking at the tea head in the cup, Gu Qingzhu couldn't help but taste it again.

"This tea not only has these benefits as you mentioned, but also one point, that is, its tea-making skills are completely different from steamed green tea cakes." He said, putting the teapot back in the cupboard.

"A new tea-making technique?!" Gu Qingzhu's heart was pounding, the mystery she hadn't solved with Han Shouyi was about to have an answer.

"That's right, the host brother likes this tea, not to mention slowly, the price is high, only to go all the way to the south to buy this one, it doesn't work, he gave me this pot of tea, but not for me to drink, just hope that I can try to make it."

However, Master Niankong only asked him to see the monks of Faji Temple stir-fry tea once from afar, and he couldn't tell him about some details, only that it was fried in an iron pot, and it was divided into several processes, such as killing, rolling, re-frying, and baking, but he didn't know what the heat was and how he used it. Scratching his head, he said cluelessly.

"So, try this out today?" Gu Qingzhu picked up a charred tea stalk and looked at it.

"Everything is easier said than done, and failure is common, I know that you are extremely talented in making tea, and I was thinking of going to you, so you came." He laughed knowingly.

"I came because the tea cakes couldn't be sold at a high price, and I wondered if the temple would buy some, but it seems that I can't do it now." Gu Qingzhu lowered his head in frustration.

"Although the host brother likes the tea in the south, but I can't imitate it for a while, the temple can't cut off the supply, and I still have to buy some spring tea to prepare, but the price is high, it may not work." Ran comforted.

"This year's tea market is sluggish, this has not yet reached Gu Yu, the tongue has dropped to fifty wen a catty, and I am afraid that the hard film will be even less valuable in the future." Gu Qingzhu sighed slightly.

"This price has really fallen sharply, in a few days, the Temple of Mercy and Grace will hold a meeting, and the rich businessmen in the town and county who have donations will come, you will send five catties of sparrow tongue first, and we will talk about the hard pieces later." I thought about it and said.

"Clear!" There was a search sound from the kitchen ahead.

"Senior brother, I'm here!" He clasped his palms together and went out.

"I smell burnt paste, how is your tea made?" The man was over sixty years old, dressed in a dark yellow sea green coat, with wide robes and large sleeves covering his clear figure.

"Still not working." Ran followed him and whispered.

"If I knew this was the case, I should have asked Master Niankong for advice." Instead of reproaching him, he blamed himself.

The two talked and stepped into the house, and Gu Qingzhu hurriedly got up and blessed him.

"Where is this girl, and how did she come to your backyard?" Enlightenment wrung his eyebrows.

You must know that the pure place of Buddhism cannot tolerate half of the desecration.

"She is a tea farmer in Gujiaao under the mountain, and she came to ask if she wanted spring tea, and the summer tea we drank last year was her family." Ran hurriedly introduced on the side.

"No matter what you do, you have to report something through the mountain gate, it's not good to sneak in and meet in private like this, she sells tea, you know, you still have the word rules in your heart!" Wu said majestically.

"It's none of Master's business, it's all my fault, I won't dare next time." The flustered Gu Qingzhu lowered his eyebrows and bowed pleasantly.

"Senior brother, is she ......" Ran was anxious, and said something in Wu's ear.

Gu Qingzhu vaguely heard her father's name.

"This time, it's not an example, your tea is a good tea, but the price of spring tea is high, and the money in the temple has come in handy, but I'm afraid I can't buy it." Hearing this, he paused, his face softened a little, but he still wanted to refuse.

"Senior brother, this year's price difference is low, the finch tongue here is only fifty wen a catty, I ordered five catties, and I will always use it at the festival in a few days." I couldn't help but help Gu Qingzhu fight.

"If you've booked it, then buy it." Wuwu glanced at this unreliable little junior brother and sighed slightly.

"Senior brother, this girl is quite good at making tea, you might as well talk to her again, let's think together, it's better than me messing around alone, I don't know when I can have the tea you want." He pointed to the black charcoal-like tea leaves on the table.

"I've told you everything I've seen, and if you think about it slowly and concentrate on one thing, it's also a kind of Dharma practice." Satoru patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"Senior brother!" Ran whispered a little ashamedly, obviously, Satoru knew him better than he did.

In his memory, his senior brother was naturally calm and introverted, and his joy and anger were invisible, and he was originally a detached character, even if he faced the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha every day, he could not reach the supreme realm of his senior brother's heart like stopping water.