Nong Wangnian had long wanted to visit the abbot of the fir temple, but he never had time, so the matter was delayed.

Today, Nong Wangnian took his son Nong Jingtang and hurriedly went to the fir temple to visit the abbot, and specially brought two large bags of Sanjitang hairy tips to show respect.

This fir temple has a wonderful legend, or literati and ink writers, or wandering monks, with poems and songs, which makes people linger and forget to return, and the aftertaste is long.

Mountains, Buddhas, immortals, and scenery are naturally formed and integrated into one.

Red rocks, clear water, ancient trees, wonderful and expressive, complement each other.

These natural, humanistic landscapes, and Buddhist legends gather in the fir temple, making people reverie, stop and meditate, and make people marvel.

The "cassock weir" located at the mouth of the valley on the east side of the temple has a magical story:

Legend has it that there was a severe drought in the local area for several years, and the rice fields were not harvested, and the villagers in the lower reaches of the Shaxi River spontaneously organized to build a dam at the mouth of this valley. Just when he was helpless and frustrated, the monk of the fir temple came here and asked them to stop work and rest for a while, talk to him, and later he came to help build the dam.

The villagers thought to themselves, what else can a monk with ten fingers that don't touch the dirt do except chant scriptures? And no one paid any attention to him.

Seeing this, the monk stopped talking, sat aside, and laughed at himself.

After a while, the villagers couldn't build the dam, so they had to stop work and chat with the monk.

After chatting for a while, seeing that it was not early, the monk got up and used his robe to bring some soil, and slowly scattered along the dam foundation, scattering as he walked......

Wonderful, where the monk passed, the embankment was formed accordingly, as if by magic.

Just when the villagers were amazed, the monk took off his robe and went to the stone wall on the south bank. The huge stone wall suddenly shone brightly, the robe was inlaid in the middle, the embankment was stronger, the pond water was impounded, and the villagers suddenly cheered, dancing and dancing, and were amazed again and again.

Afterwards, the villagers said, "This monk has a great effect." ”

For this reason, this "cassock weir" left such a ballad:

The mainstay can only support it, but there is a machine and a way.

The rocks and ponds can't be stopped, and the robes hold the soil to build the foundation.

There is no famine in a village, and there is less drought in the countryside on both sides of the strait.

The beginning believes in Zen Gong and the universe, and its name is doubtful for thousands of years.

After about an hour, the father and son had entered the temple after climbing the familiar mountain road. The temple was quiet, and Nong Wangnian went straight to the abbot's Yunhuatai.

When the abbot saw them, he said, "Why did the benefactor come?" ”

"This is my family's self-produced Sanjitang Maojian, please taste it!" Nong Wangnian said.

"Please come to the tea room!"

They came to the tea room, and Nong Wangnian handed the tea to the abbot, and then handed it to the little novice, who took the tea leaves, and the little novice served water to make tea. For a while, a cup of tea in front of each person.

Taking a sip of tea, the abbot said: "The donor's tea is quite beautiful in appearance and emerald green in color. ”

Hearing the abbot's praise, Nong Wangnian was first overjoyed, then calmed down and said:

"Please advise the abbot!"

The abbot is like spitting lotus flowers: "The aroma is fresh and tender, the soup is yellow and bright, the taste is fresh and mellow, and the oil is moist and even." ”

Hearing this, Nong Wangnian was overjoyed again, but he still suppressed his emotions: "Please ask the abbot to guide the maze!" ”

The abbot continued: "In order to produce a high-quality product, every process must be meticulous, from the growing environment, the timing of harvesting, the production process to the storage. ”

The abbot had a relationship with Nong Wangnian, and when he saw that the father and son were sincere, he said, "Please come with me." ”

On the hill behind the temple, there is a lush tea plantation, which is born along the mountain, which is quite spectacular.

The abbot pointed to the tea trees all over the field and said: "This tea tree is on the sunny and shady slope of the mountain, the mountain is full of clouds and mist, and the temperature difference between day and night is large, which is the basic condition for making good tea." ”

Nong Wangnian nodded, understanding.

Afterwards, they went to the temple's tea-making room.

The abbot appeared and said: "Before making tea, the tea maker must bathe, fast, enter the tea room with a pious heart, no words, and keep it pure, so as to get the true taste of tea." ”

Father and son nodded repeatedly.

The abbot said the mystery of tea picking and tea making: "The timing of picking is very important, as soon as the day starts, the picking is returned, and the tea leaves are kept fresh and tender." ”

At this time, Nong Wangnian didn't know how to answer yes, so he nodded vigorously. Nong Jingtang couldn't help nodding.

So, the abbot changed his words and said, "Your tea is close to good tea, and it is still a little hot." ”

Nong Wangnian never dreamed of this evaluation, but this is exactly what he dreamed of.

Finally, the abbot asked, "What is the benefactor's name?" ”

Nong Wangnian said: "The village husband Nong Wangnian lives in Longyan Village at the foot of the mountain. ”

The abbot said, "Amitabha." ”

Bidding farewell to the abbot, the father and son hurried down the mountain.

Nong Jingtang asked: "Father, this kind of tea making seems to be a university question!" ”

Nong Wangnian said: "No, it is the university that will bring you out to see and understand, you have to study hard, so that you can inherit our farmer's tea-making skills in the future." ”

Nong Jingtang said: "Please rest assured, father, I will study by heart." ”

Nong Wangnian said: "It's good that you know. ”

When he returned home, Nong Wangnian always felt that there was a delicious fragrance of tea lingering around him. However, joy is joy. After all, Nong Wangnian is a person who has experienced ups and downs, and after calming down, a picture of the farmer's tea affair suddenly popped up in his mind, which gradually became clear over time:

This is when the new tea is produced every year, the great virtuous monks who first give it to the temple to taste and seek a meritorious consummation, one of them;

Follow the customs and rituals of the farmer to worship the "tea ancestral tree" on March 3 every year, which is the rule set by the ancestors, and cannot be sloppy, this is the second;

When making tea, you must fast, pray, change your clothes, and wash it before you can enter the tea room to start making tea, and make it a family rule.

At the same time, the production of ancestral "tea seed soup" should be resumed as soon as possible, and the wind of helping the poor and poverty of farmers should be carried forward to relieve the pain of the villagers.

Subsequently, Nong Wangnian prepared to follow the instructions of the abbot, and took a lot of effort and painstaking efforts to prepare to invest some silver to renovate his original simple tea-making room. He thought, now that he has the financial resources, he can afford it.

These things have been settled, and Nong Wangnian's heart is much more steady. So, while it was time to eat in the evening, Nong Wangnian told his family about his decision.

Everyone said in unison, "Yes!" ”

In a blink of an eye, it will be the spring of the next year, after the tea seeds become tea seedlings, they will grow on the ground, and the five tea seeds will grow into five small tea trees with green and fragrant fragrance, which is at least more than a year faster than the maturity period of ordinary tea seedlings. Nong Wangnian was overjoyed.

Seeing this growth, Nong Wangnian felt more and more that this "tea seed" was the embodiment of "fairy seed tea", otherwise it would not be possible to do anything, unless a miracle appeared. Now, miracles are happening quietly......

Now, these five tea trees are stretched out alive in front of him, and they are attached to the ancient tea tree, they are like its children and grandchildren, surrounding the Tianxin Rock Tea Mountain.

On this morning, Nong Wangnian took the time to go to his own tea mountain, while admiring the tea trees, although he saw countless times, he still couldn't see enough; While pondering his own tea affairs, he was looking forward to a good harvest this year.

The mountain breeze was gusting and the greenery was abundant, and he seemed to have a sense of relaxation and joy.

Standing on the tea mountain, a refreshing mountain breeze swept by, and it was time for Nongwang Nian to go home for lunch.