Thanks to the skills that Marshmallow gave her, Ah Zhao now has spiritual power and can also come into contact with real objects.

Zhan Ming looked at her and reached out to take it: "Thank you." ”

Ah Zhao poured himself another cup, and when he saw him like this, he smiled: "The master doesn't doubt me?" ”

Zhan Ming smiled indifferently: "The poor monk believes in my Buddha, in my eyes, and in my heart." ”

He picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Good tea." ”

Ah Zhao also took a sip and put the tea cup on the table: "The spring water in the mountains is clear, and the master's tea leaves are also fragrant and chic, and it is indeed good tea." But ......"

Zhan Ming quietly took a sip of tea, waiting for her unfinished words.

Ah Zhao flipped his wrist, and a set of exquisite tea sets appeared on the table.

"I have just tasted the master's tea, and now, how about tasting my tea?"

Zhan Ming glanced at her quietly, and smiled gently: "Ah Zhao, donor, please." ”

Ah Zhao then boiled a pot of water again, using Zhan Ming's tea leaves, but changed the tea set and tea he brought.

"Master, please use it."

Zhan Ming took the teacup, opened it, and put it on the tip of his nose.

Before he got closer, he smelled a cold fragrance.

Ah Zhao said with a smile: "What kind of water is used to make tea. The clear spring in the master mountain is naturally the top grade, but in my garden, there is a golden plum, the first plum blossom in winter, the first pile of snow that falls on it, sealed with porcelain, buried in the ground, 7749 days, dug out for boiling tea, and better than this clear spring water, still better than three points. ”

Zhan Ming took a sip of tea and shook his head gently: "Ah Zhao is humble. The golden thread plum is a tribute to Fanyu, and the day of the plum blossom is full of fragrance, which is rare. There is a note in the "Tea Dictionary" that according to the benefactor, the tea boiled by the golden thread plum snow water is the first class in the world. ”

Ah Zhao didn't say no, but asked, "What does the master think, how is my tea?" ”

Zhan Ming bowed: "Excellent." ”

Ah Zhaotuo looked at him: "Although I see that Master Zhanming is young, but the profundity of Buddhism is not weaker than anyone else, is it not aggrieved to stay in this remote mountain temple?" ”

Zhan Ming put down the teacup: "What does the donor mean?" ”

Ah Zhao said with a smile: "Today, the Dharma is important, and if a monk like a master is willing to appear in front of others, he will definitely have a bad reputation." ”

She picked up the teacup in her hand and took a sip: "At that time, this golden plum is no matter how rare it is, and for the master, it is just at your fingertips." ”

Zhan Ming put down the teacup in his hand, folded his hands and recited a Buddha name.

"It seems that Lord Ah Zhao doesn't really want to invite the poor monk to tea."

Ah Zhao sighed: "I'm just appreciating the subtlety of the Master's Dharma. ”

Zhan Ming shook his head: "Whether it's a golden thread plum snow or a scoop of clear springs, it's just to quench your thirst." ”

After he finished speaking, he got up and saluted Ah Zhao: "Amitabha, the hour is not early, the poor monk should go to rest, and he will have an early class tomorrow." ”

Ah Zhao watched his straight back and leave.

Marshmallow said wonderingly: "It's all thirst-quenching, but I think Jiuzhi ...... Well, the honey water from the morning dew and nectar of flowers is much better than spring water. ”

Ah Zhao glanced at this stupid white ball and said with a smile: "If you are a person, then you must be a layman." ”

Marshmallow whispered: "What is a layman?" ”

A soft collapse appeared out of thin air behind Ah Zhao, and she took advantage of the situation, pillowing her hands behind her head: "Those who have desires are all laymen." Like you and me. ”

Marshmallow seems to understand: "So, the monk is not a layman?" ”