Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Messenger Who Asks for Food

The inside and outside of the house are very different. Outside the house, the leaves are flying, and the slaughter is full of color. In the house, there is a sense of peace and coldness.

Zhen Feng was not busy entering the house and asked the novice to take it to the side room to make tea. Waiting for the empty water to boil in the mountain spring, Zhen Feng's ears listened closely to the conversation next door, this may be the real intention of the little elder, the so-called poor dagger, it should be time.

After a few words of greeting, the little elder said: "Amitabha, you should know that the Zhou Dynasty ended in three generations, which was actually the unjust act of Zhou Shizong, more than 30,000 temples were destroyed in one fell swoop, and most of the Buddhist scriptures were scattered. The Zhou Dynasty was not blessed, and it really deserved it. Today, coinciding with the Christmas of Amitabha Buddha, the sages have arrived, in order to promote the Dharma, make up for the crimes of the previous dynasty, bless the peace and health of the country, the smooth progress of the world, and the health of the people, the poor monks invite all the masters and donors to gather here, and propose to probe the great Xinglan Ruo thousands of places by means of the treasure of the elder brother Yankong, and spread the Dharma all over the world. ”

Master Yankong said: "Amitabha, good, good, the junior brother is really the luck of the Buddha, Lan Ruo is the foundation of the Dharma inheritance, there is a book to pass on the Dharma, and the old man is very supportive." I just don't know how the junior brother plans to practice? ”

"The poor monk is willing to play the lord of the country and build Lanruo in various parts of the Tang Dynasty, and strive to achieve it within two years. It's just a lot, I hope to get your support, and the rest of the things will be solved by the poor monks. ”

The great monk Yanshou asked suspiciously: "The Buddha is for the people, with the current national strength of the Tang State, is two years too rushed?" ”

"Don't worry, the old man didn't know what this trip was, but now it sounds like it's really a Buddhist event, and he should support it." Uncle Soft continued: "In this regard, if the little elder is approved, I, Wei Ruan, am willing to fund thousands of dollars and food, and do my best to do my best. ”

"General Deng is an envoy, he knows that the official family is worried about the country and the people, pious to the Buddha, for the sake of the country's fortune and people's livelihood, I don't know what to do, can I intentionally play with the poor monks?"

The relationship between Landing and the Little Elder is not close, so Landing can still think rationally, he knows that as a close attendant of the lord of the country, he should not participate in the government politics, but it is not the government in front of him, so he doesn't know whether he should agree or not. Suddenly, he also had a strange feeling, if he had accepted the love of the little elder yesterday, it was estimated that it would not be easy to shirk it at this moment, could it be that this is the crux of the problem? At the moment when he was entangled, Zhen Feng, Martin and Jiang Linxian rushed in with a tray of teacups filled with tea.

Zhen Feng threw a look at the landing, and said, "All the masters are here, and yesterday I promised you, especially Brother Sit, to bring you freshly brewed tea, please taste it." ”

Landing comprehended, and said busily: "Yes, yes, the weather is cold, and the tea needs to be tasted while it is hot." Last night they stayed up all night and made some new tea, which was not easy. Landing picked up the teacup, sniffed it under the tip of his nose, and said: "Well, it is really fragrant, and the soup is bright and pale yellow-green, which is indeed very different from the tea soup in the past." ”

"When ordering tea, it is mixed and stirred with the tea powder. The tea soup in front of me is made by using the method of making tea, and the aroma of the tea leaves is stimulated by hot water into the soup, without leaving the tea leaves. The process of the two is completely different, and the natural tea soup is different. "In fact, this is the difference between different processes of the same tea tree across time and space.

Everyone tasted it, smelled the fragrance like an orchid, the eyes involuntarily lit up, a sip of tea under the stomach, mellow and sweet, fragrant and pleasant, even the whole body was comfortable, after drinking, the cheeks were fragrant and slightly sweet, although it was called tea, it was completely different from the tea. This feeling is exactly the same as what Zhen Feng described yesterday.

Master Yankong had forgotten about Master Mensit's disrespect to Zhen Feng yesterday, and couldn't help asking, "Donor, why is this tea?" ”

"Master, in fact, this is also Lushan Yunwu Tea, which is made from the tea green picked from the tea forest of Donglin Temple, but the process is different. If it weren't for the Lushan Yunwu tea planted in the tea forest of Donglin Temple, it would not be able to brew such a taste. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Lushan is cool and foggy, and the direct sunlight time is short, so the tea leaves grown are thick and milli, mellow and resistant to bubbles, which is not available in other places. Orange is orange born in Huainan, and orange is born in Huaibei, and the leaves are similar, but the taste is different. The same is true for tea, and the environment of heaven and earth is different. ”

Zhen Feng said, took out a paper bag of less than half a catty and handed it to Master Yankong: "Master, this is made of green tea grown in your temple, drinking this tea only needs to be brewed with almost boiling hot water, which is convenient and fast, and ordinary novices can also do it." It's just that due to the wrong season, the tea made is not the best, and there is no matching tea set, otherwise making tea is also an art. Today, I can only grieve you to taste the charm of tea. Ten catties of tea green, pick out the unqualified, and the only ones made in the end are these and leave them for the mage to taste. ”

The Sky Mage let people accept the past, and he didn't shirk it, and thanked him in his mouth. Because he heard that tea could be better, his heart was both heartbroken and uncomfortable, and knowing the tea-making process was the best, but how could the other party give him such a secret recipe.

Zhen Feng saw it in his eyes, took out two pieces of letter paper, and said: "Master, great monk, Lushan or Hangzhou, they are all tea-producing places, tea has its own merits, in fact, the tea-making process is also different. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the house, such a craft was actually going to be given away? With the mentality of preferring to believe it, Master Yankong swallowed his saliva and asked, "Donor, please speak." ”

"The way of ordering tea cannot be abandoned, and the art of making tea needs to be explored, and there is a long way to go. The tea ceremony is not unique and good, and the flowers bloom more to show the tolerance of heaven and earth, so please cherish your temple, don't take this for small profits, don't spread it. ”

"What the donor said is very true, Buddhism naturally doesn't care about the things that are blocked." When the Sky Extension Mage heard that it was not too demanding, he hurriedly agreed.

In fact, the same is true for all living beings in the world. Nowadays, almost all of the people in the Tang Kingdom are the children of Buddhist monks, and I can't help but persuade that the common sense of heaven and earth must decline when it is prosperous, and it is the right way to do it and cherish it. ”

"The shaft is ignorant, why bother to speak wildly?" Seite couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but retort.

"This is the case with the destruction of the Buddha by the Three Martial Forces, and the same is true of the destruction of the Buddha by Sejong, there are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many are left now? In fact, I don't care whether the incense is prosperous or the cold in front of the door, but I don't want the good tea ceremony to dissipate with the world. ”

The meaning of this sentence tends to tear your face: if you want the secret recipe of the tea-making process, you will give up the idea of Daxing Lanruo. Zhen Feng could clearly see that the little elder and the lewd-looking uncle had a gloomy face.

The little elder laughed twice and said, "The donor is worried too much, the prosperity of Buddhism is a sign of stability in the world, how can the tea ceremony be lonely?" This tea may spread all over the world with the rise of Buddhism, and it is a Zen tea event. ”

"Little Elder, didn't you hear clearly? The first condition that Fang just said below is 'do not spread the word', the monks do not speak, and believe in the promises of the great monks. This tea is not only what Buddhism should have, why can't Taoism and Confucianism have? Isn't it good for a hundred flowers to bloom? ”

At the touch of a button, the soft uncle raised his head, pretended to be disdainful and said: "Hmph, isn't it just a recipe, the old man is willing to take out a hundred yuan to buy it, how about it?" After this village, there is no such shop. ”

One hundred times is already a lot for ordinary people, and the uncle who is soft at the touch of a button judges that the person in front of him is just an ordinary person by his clothes, and he thinks that one hundred times can impress the other party. As a result, he said: "This uncle, do you think that the two great monks are worth this money and ask for food?" ”