Chapter 352: Director

"Is Narumi Michiko here today?"

"Yes, please come with me!"

This Taoist temple is very remote, usually only there are two of them, and those who can find it here and call the master are basically acquaintances.

I followed the little Taoist priest all the way to the backyard of the Taoist temple, and as far as the eye could see, the old Taoist priest was trying to weed the vegetables in the field.

"Master, the guest you said has arrived!"

The voice of the little Taoist priest made Cheng Zhizi turn his head: "It's late, wait for me!" ”

"How's the talent?"

That's right, Wen Wanwan came here to ask Shen Nan and Bai Han for good things, and the current metaphysical sect is not as good as before, and the improvement of pure cultivation by himself is extremely limited.

The water used to wash the tea is poured into a bucket, and when it cools, it becomes the raw material for moisturizing the tea again.

If it is in the Buddhist gate, the effect of the scriptures with meditation is no less than using the Buddha's seat headlamp once less.

"One pound of garden tea, two needs for beginners."

The world's elixir is out of the medicine door, this is not empty words, with the change of the environment, it is almost difficult to give birth to effective elixir in the wild.

In just a few seconds, the aroma of tea suddenly spread in the gazebo, and the fragrance of camellia made Wen Wanwan full of relaxation.

In the metaphysical sect, this person's reputation is not obvious, and not many people know it, but everyone who knows it is eager for the good things in his hands.

Wen Wanwan's talent is actually not very good, she only accepted this inheritance because she was suitable for the druid.

"Garden tea, and three or two Bodhi leaves."

"The spiritual herbs in the world are all out of the medicine gate, but I have observed for three years, and the elixirs in the medicine gate have been declining year by year over the years."

"Fifteen years, five years after I died, this child was left unattended, and among the people I know, only you have this ability."

Hearing this, Wen Wanwan also felt her heart tremble.

The washed tea leaves are left to rest for 17 seconds, followed by 100 degrees of well water, and the pale green tea leaves rise and fall in the water.

It's hard to come once, and Wen Wanwan will definitely have to drink something that you can't usually drink.

"That camellia you planted!"

"How long has it been for his spirits?"

Those who cultivate all spirits cannot use a single trace of mana for thirty years.

Looking at Wen Wanwan's expectant face, Cheng Zhizi also took out a bag of tea from the box on the side, and then brewed it.

"Say, what conditions!"

"I still have ten years to live, and my apprentice is far from becoming a talent after ten years, and at that time, it will not be a problem to protect my mountain gate in the entire metaphysical sect with your ability."

It's not the war years of the past, and it's too difficult to get contribution.

"Huh?"

"This kid has courage, patience, and talent, and all souls are his best choice, and my best choice."

People who have just cultivated are easy to be in an unstable mood because of the improvement of their strength, and the biggest effect of Bodhi leaf is to use it for the state of mind, it can be said that if Shen Nan and Bai Han use it, there will be no inner demons in the next few years due to the improvement of strength.

Cheng Zhizi cleaned up the weeds in the yard briefly, then washed his hands with a bucket of water, and sat in the gazebo with Wen Wanwan.

Although Yaomen has the ability to produce elixirs, it is indeed limited by environmental problems, which has led to a decline in output over the years.

"Huh?"

Soon, a cup of tea was delivered to Wen Wanwan, and Cheng Zhizi also leaned back in the chair and chatted with a smile.

Not to mention anything else, just ten years ago, Yaomen could still have ten vermilion fruits a year, but now it is luck to have three thousand-year-old ginseng a year.

If she relied on rubbing pills, she would have to save up for several months to get three taels of Bodhi leaves.

Ordinary people may only feel refreshed after eating and drinking, but if you let people in the metaphysical sect come, they will know that their spiritual power will be a little stable after taking a sip of tea.

This thing Cheng Zhizi definitely can't grow it, although the Bodhi tree still exists, but if he wants to achieve the effect, with his current ability, there is no such possibility.

If you don't know enough about the time, temperature, and even the water you use, it will only cause damage to the tea itself.

Hearing Wen Wanwan's words, Cheng Zhizi thought for a long time and then turned out a large bag of tea leaves and a small box from the box.

Wen Wanwan scratched her hair, sensing that the little Taoist priest outside the gate was full of entanglement.

Cheng Zhizi's inheritance is no longer exquisite, but the vegetables grown by this snail living in the Taoist temple and the camellia raised are all of the highest quality.

Wen Wanwan glanced outside with a puzzled gaze, and could vaguely feel the majestic mana on the little Taoist's body.

"Don't look at it, I asked him to cultivate all spirits."

Cheng Zhizi's talent is not very good, according to their inheritance records, a really top cup of tea can make people break the mirror, and a bite of food can make people enlightened.

"What the ancestor left, I can't use it at such an age, and the apprentice should have used it."

"Top, both of them are enough to be called top, at least better than the two of us."

"There aren't many new teas this year, but I have another variety, do you want to try it?"

Cheng Zhizi's tone was very flat, but Wen Wanwan only felt a tingling in her scalp.

"You don't have much of this now, do you?"

Cheng Zhizi had a smile on her face, not at all worried about Wen Wan's refusal.

"What to drink?"

"Definitely!"

In these 30 years, 10,000 kinds of spirits of plants and trees need to be carefully cared for, and on the day of success, auspicious clouds will descend from the sky, and all spirits will come out together.

"Tell me, what's the matter with coming to me this time, I calculated that I have a fortune today."

Wan Ling can be regarded as a very special exercise of Cheng Zhizi, and he was invited to tea because of this thing.

Thirty-eight seconds is no more and no less, only in this way can the most original aroma of this camellia be guaranteed.

Wen Wanwan took a sip of tea, and after all, he still planned to take it, and the shaman exchanged things to contribute.

The various sects and families either used old medicines left over from the past, or they were cultivated by their own secret recipes.

Looking at the small box, Wen Wanwan didn't know whether to take it or not.

Bodhi leaf is tantamount to a top-level treasure for the current metaphysical sect, this thing has limited improvement in strength, but it can stabilize the realm, and there will be no things like demons.

Each tea has its own brewing method, especially the one in the hands of Cheng Zhizi that can help improve his strength.

Just the kind of mountain tea that Cheng Zhizi is brewing now, the water for the first tea washing must be 70 degrees mountain spring water.

"You're crazy!!"

Headache, trouble......

"In this era, if you don't cultivate this thing, Bodhi will become a legend for two generations at most."

Let a rich aroma keep coming in from the nose.

"Five years, three or two Bodhi leaves are not enough."

When Cheng Zhizi heard Wen Wanwan's words, her face was suddenly filled with a smile.

(End of chapter)