Huzhou Zhushan.

Ancient achievements such as Lu Yu's tomb, Sangui Pavilion, and Qingtang Beiye, which have always been deserted, have recently become lively.

More than a month ago, a team of archaeological teams came to set up tents near Lu Yu's tomb and excavate on a large scale.

Since the 22nd year of Tang Zhenyuan, this holy place has been the center of Chinese and foreign tea people, and the noise has attracted the curiosity of many nearby residents.

Professor Yexuan, who was over fifty years old, stood in front of the deeper and deeper excavation pits, looking down expressionlessly.

It's been more than thirty days, and Lu Yu's coffin still hasn't been found, which is simply unreasonable.

The spectrum analyzer and other equipment he brought clearly pointed out that there was a small square space sixteen meters underground of Lu Yu's tomb.

And in the very center of that space, there is a rectangular object with a diameter of two meters and a length of three meters, which should be the coffin of that legendary person.

But when I dug into the place where the instrument was marked, I found nothing.

Not only that, but he decided to dig another ten meters down, but still found nothing.

The entire archaeological team became unstable because of this sluggish condition, and many people became dissatisfied, and some even became suspicious of him.

But in any case, this operation can only succeed and not fail.

The sponsors are already starting to get impatient, everything is fine, at least let themselves find something that can prove Lu Yu's existence as soon as possible.

Just as he was thinking about whether he needed to dig deeper, the team members under the pit suddenly exclaimed.

Due to the improper 'operation' of the excavator above, the soil layer suddenly began to collapse, and large pieces of soil swarmed downward.

"Damn it!" Ye Xuan shouted, hurriedly ran down, and shouted anxiously as he ran: "Liu Feng, what are you doing?" Take them all to safety! ”

On the other end of the radio, there was no panic and screaming as he imagined, only heavy breathing.

Ye Xuan scolded a few more loudly, and only then did Liu Feng's dry, 'excited', and trembling answer come out of the earphones: "Professor, you'd better come down and take a look." ”

"What happened?" Yexuan seemed to have a premonition of something, and he ran on the take-off and landing plane quickly, his heart constantly "pounding".

Liu Feng seemed to be attracted to all his attention, and all that came out of the earphones was breathing, heavy and rapid breathing.

Professor Yexuan slowly approached the bottom of the pit, and the afterglow of the setting sun dimly illuminated this huge place.

He vaguely saw that all the team members were standing in place, looking south without exception.

He followed their eyes, only glanced at them, and suddenly the blood in his whole body boiled.

He clung to the handrail of the railing, his brain dizzy.

At the end of the line of sight at the bottom of the pit, a small space was 'exposed'. If you look closely, you can even see a black-brown 'colored' coffin quietly placed in the center.

Professor Yexuan closed his eyes and held back his tears.

Lu Yu, I finally caught you......

And no one knows that in the same city, Zhang Ke, an ordinary and ordinary tea researcher, is having a very strange and bizarre dream!

Poetry: The small cup blows the cold wine and tastes the new tea, and the deep furnace knocks the fire to burn the new tea. Poetry and clouds: The wine pot has long been tolerant. Tolerant. If you are willing to sit down, you must eat tea. Skirt grass. It is verdant every year, and it has withered a few times. The fishing song is reversed.

Beauty, country, glory and wealth, I don't love any of these. All I love is tea!

I was invited into the palace by the emperor, and I talked to him about the tea for three days and three nights, and I also gave up the high-ranking officials for tea, so my reputation was greatly enhanced, so the world gave me a name called "Tea Saint".

For tea, I have never regretted it.

The poet monk Jiaoran once jokingly asked me: "If one day, when you walk on the Nai He Bridge after passing over, Meng Po asks you if you have any regrets in this life?" How Would You Answer? ”

I couldn't speak for a long time.

Perhaps, at that time, I could only support my body with my hands and look at the misty Santu River under my feet.

But can I really let go? Put her down?

My name is Lu Yu, and I am an outcast, of course, I have been raised without parents since I was a child. So at the age of six, I got used to living in the boring little place of Jingling County, where I had a meal and no meal.

Until that day, when I was stealing and begging on the street as usual, Master Jigong found me.

In my memory, Jingling County was a rare bustle that day.

I targeted an old monk with a very charitable face.

Emperor Xuanzong is a good Buddha is well known, there is a monk in the temple, didn't knock a 'fat' head and big ears, the Buddha master doesn't often say that all living beings are equal? I'm so poor, if I get some oil and water, the Buddha should also be considerate, right?

I thought about it as I followed him quickly, and finally found a great opportunity to start.

I wasted no time in using my skillful hands and put my hand into the monk's arms, but in an instant, my face turned white.

I didn't 'touch' my imaginary bulging wallet, but I touched a big thick hand.

According to my experience, it seems that I will inevitably be beaten again, so I said very sophisticatedly: "If you want to do it, hurry up, I'm very busy." By the way, remember not to slap your face, and I'm going to have a late-night snack with my brother later! ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment, laughed, and then he took out three steamed buns from his arms and handed them to me: "I don't have any silver." However, these three steamed buns were just transformed by the old monk. Eat, don't go hungry. ”

I took the steamed buns, but I felt something in my throat that was tickling my throat. So I threw myself into the arms of the old monk aggrievedly and began to cry.

He is Master Jigong.

The next day, I followed him to Longgai Temple. Later, I learned that Master Jigong was a famous monk of the contemporary era, and Emperor Ruiwen Xiaowu had summoned him to the palace and gave him special courtesy.

Ji Gong was a man of great learning, he knew Buddhism well, but the best thing was tea.

Now that I think about it, maybe I was influenced by him, so I will have to write the "Book of Tea" for decades to come......

Ji Gong often told me that there are three virtues in tea.

One is sitting meditation all night long; Second, when the stomach is full, it can help digestion and clear the mind; The third is "no hair", which can inhibit **.

The various nutrients in tea are abundant, and it has the function of refreshing and refreshing, making it the ideal calming drink for monks. That's why I wrote in the first part of the "Book of Tea": "Tea tastes cold, and it is best to be a person who is thrifty and virtuous." If you are hot and thirsty, depressed, have a headache, have astringent eyes, annoyed limbs, and feel uncomfortable, talk about four or five sips, and compete with Daigo and Ganlu. ”

These words were talked about by later generations, but who knew that most of them came from the mouth of Ji Gong?

But for a child, the days of morning bells and dusk drums are too boring.

Although Master Jigong often lamented that I have a great Buddha's 'nature' and can never forget the collection of Buddhist scriptures, he can also see that I am not interested in Buddhism, so he taught me the art of tea art and the way of Confucius and Mencius since I was a child, hoping that I will achieve something in these aspects.

In the blink of an eye, I don't know how many cold and summer I have spent in Longgai Temple. It wasn't until the arrival of another person that my life changed completely.

On that day, I was catching grasshoppers in front of the 'gate' of Longgai Temple, and a tall old monk with a ruddy face came up to me and asked, "Amitabha." Is Master available at? ”

"Who is Your Excellency?" I've always been educated in Confucianism, so when I opened my mouth, I said things that were very incongruous with the monk's robes on my body.

Sure enough, the old monk frowned and said, "Aren't you a little monk?" Why spit out the world's sayings! ”

When I saw that he scared away my grasshopper, I didn't ask angrily, "Did I tell you that I am a little monk?" ”

The old monk suddenly shook his whole body, looked at me blankly, and didn't move.

I looked at him with some fear, thinking to myself that this person was probably crazy, should I inform the people in the temple to carry him in first?

Unexpectedly, the old monk suddenly burst out laughing, bowed to me, and said, "Haha, the poor monk finally understands...... Donor, please tell Master Jigong that I have lost from the confession. With that, he strode away without looking back.

Later, I learned that he was a high-ranking monk of the Tang Dynasty with the same name as my master at that time.

Just as I was about to leave, a serious and old voice suddenly came from behind me: "Ask, how is the monk's family style?" ”

The Zen master turned around and replied without hesitation, "Three bowls of tea after dinner." ”

My master Ji Gong nodded, bowed and said, "Then invite the master to come into the small temple to drink tea." ”

The Zen master was stunned for a moment, and said with a happy face: "The poor monk is bothered." ”

I don't know what is worthy of the coarse tea of Longgai Temple, I heard the little novice next to me say that the Zen master has come to Longgai Temple five times, and each time he asks Jigong to drink tea, but Jigong always refuses to allow it.

I think that little novice must be lying.

Master is a very generous person, he can not hesitate to give all his belongings to a person he doesn't know, how can he be stingy with those worthless tea?

The master invited the Zen Master into the hall, and almost everyone in the temple arrived, even the little heads who were always in the kitchen and were hard to see, and they hurried over without exception.

Everyone sat quietly in the open space outside the hall, holding their breath for fear of disturbing anything by making any noise.

The master and the Zen master sat opposite each other, with only an old table and two steaming green tea lamps in front of them.

"Are you here recently?" Master asked first.

"Yes." The Zen master replied.

"Good. Drink tea. Master smiled. After a while, Master asked, "Have you been here recently?" ”

After thinking for a long time, the Zen Master shook his head and said, "I haven't arrived." ”

"Good. Drink tea. Master's smile widened.

Standing between them, I couldn't help but be curious, and 'interjected', "How strange, Master! Why do you say you drink tea when you go there, and you say you drink tea when you don't arrive? What exactly are you drinking tea for? ”

As soon as these words came out, Master and Zen Master Congchen suddenly turned their heads to look at me, and their whole bodies trembled with constant 'agitation'.

"Yes, what is tea and why do you want to drink tea?" The Zen master muttered.

And the master's cloudy eyes, the rare 'essence' of Guangsheng, he used trembling hands, tightly held the hand of the Zen master, and said: "I understand, haha, I understand!" Eat tea and go! Eat tea and go! ”

"Let's have tea." From the only trace of doubt on the face of the Zen Master, it suddenly disappeared, and he laughed and said, "Yes, go for tea!" Haha, got it! I get it too! ”

Two pairs of trembling hands were tightly clasped together.

Ji Gong and Cong Chen, these two famous monks of the Tang Dynasty, won the Taoist immortal in each other's laughter......

At that time, I was still young, and I didn't understand the Tao monks, and often through these ordinary words, I could achieve the goal of "enlightenment", so as to fly away, but that scene at that time was forever engraved in my young heart, and it had a great impact on my life.

Since then, the word "eat tea" has become the famous French of Zen Forest.

On the night I went, I left Longgai Temple, the place where I had lived for many years.

I was exactly twelve years old.

A hurried bell rang, and Zhang Ke woke up.

It seems that I have weird dreams again, why have I been like this all the time lately? 'Touched' 'touched' the sore head and looked at the alarm clock, not good! It's already a quarter past eight, oh my God, if you are late today, you will definitely be slaughtered by that old immortal! He quickly rolled over and got out of bed, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth while putting on his shirt and pants, and then he got into the car and sped away at a speed that even an Olympic sprint champion could not match.