Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 34 Fragrant Tea Longquan
Rizheng Mansion!

Seven or eight servants stood in the inner hall, serving carefully.

Wang Qi'er sat on the main seat and looked at the side of the great monk Tong's seat.

"Master, this is Longquan before the rain,"

Wang Qi'er stood aside and said: "I worked hard and was lucky enough to get three coins of low-grade Longquan."

"Try it and evaluate it," he slowly pushed the rosewood box on the table to Monk Tong's hand.

This box of low-grade Longquan is only worth three yuan.

But the value is extraordinary, almost equal to the same volume of gold.

In a true sense, the price is comparable to gold.

What's more, this Longquan tea is not only valuable.

After understanding the monk, he glanced at the sandalwood box on the table and did not touch the sandalwood box on the table.

He picked up the tea cup on the table unhurriedly.

Open the lid of the cup and gently brush it with the cup lid. The hot tea soup is still floating, and a few tea stems are floating in the light green tea water.

"Yes!" Monk Liaotong lowered his head and took a deep sniff of the fragrance that gradually emerged.

After a brief taste, the great monk closed his eyes and savored the fragrance of the tea.

After a while, he nodded in satisfaction and said with a slight smile, "Not bad, not bad, it's really good,"

This Longquan tea is produced in Yuquan Mountain, Yanling Prefecture.

Since the time of Xianwei, it has been a treasure in the palace and inner courtyard.

Through the three dynasties of Wei, Song and Wei, they have always been listed as "tributes" and are cherished by the noble royal family.

Wang Qi'er is just a small upright person, but he is not qualified to get involved in that high-grade Longquan.

Even low-grade Longquan, a wealthy local man, may not be able to get his hands on it.

This box of Longquan is just the 'leftovers' from the old Longquan tree.

If it weren't for Longquan being produced in Yizhou, Wang Qier would be close to the water tower.His little sitting tiger, even tea dregs, may not be lucky enough to taste it.

Liao Tong looked at Wang Qi'er's hesitant expression and took a sip of Longquan tea.

A trace of faint dragon energy slowly seeped into the body of the great monk from the tea.

All the limbs and bones seemed to have powerful and strong qi, which were gradually floating and increasing.

Drops of essence and blood condensed like rolling balls also made a sound of "Gulu, Gulu, Gulu" at the same time.

“Nice tea,”

Monk Liaotong sighed leisurely.

It has been known as "Longquan" for hundreds of years.

This Longquan tea is not just for satisfying your appetite.

According to ancient legends, ancient kings ruled the world.

There was once a divine dragon that died in Yuquan Mountain.

The dragon's blood is dark and yellow, spreading all over a hundred miles radius.

This is the origin of Longquan.

In the past, the great monk Tong Tong only regarded this legend as the imagination of our ancient ancestors and did not take it seriously.

After all, in this world, there are gods and earth, Buddhism, Taoism, demons, ghosts and elves.

All kinds of magical powers seem to be extremely mysterious.

However, it is still not beyond the power of the crowd.

Hundreds of soldiers, no matter how tall or strange they are, will all be hated.

What is the concept of a divine dragon?
The dragons in myths and legends are almost as good as gods.
The great magical powers of turning over rivers and seas, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, are just their instincts.

Even in the 13 states of the Wei Dynasty, those Buddhist and Taoist masters who are about to ascend may not be enough for this dragon to swallow them in one gulp.

"The master suffers, but the disciple is ashamed," Wang Qier frowned, showing embarrassment.

When Liao Tong heard the words, his face moved and he said in a deep voice: "My Buddha is compassionate and uses my vast magic power to help the common people in the world."

"Almsgiver, this poor monk will bear all this calamity,"

"However, the poor monk's power is limited. I hope the donor will respect himself, do more good deeds, and be rewarded with good things."

Having said that, Monk Liaotong subconsciously pinched the gray spot on his palm.

This gray patch is the retribution for his intervention in the karma.

Those fierce ghosts and evil ghosts all died in Wang Qier's hands.

The cycle of cause and effect, whether direct or indirect, requires Wang Qi'er to pay with his life if he wants to resolve his grievances.

Unless Wang Qi Er has great merit or great luck in his body, he can wash away the evil sins in his body.

"Amitabha, this child is full of evil and his days are over."

"If the poor monk interferes without permission, he will not only be punished by fate, but he will also have to bear some consequences for whatever this son does in the future."

The great monk Lingtong glanced at Wang Qier's face and thought to himself.

Looking at it with Dharma eyes, every trace of bad luck has gradually dissipated.

It was not like the one when we first saw it, with lingering bad luck, almost as thick as chopsticks, cutting across the roots of the mountain.

"It's a disaster! It's a blessing!"

Liao Tong thought indifferently.

For some reason, the description of the child whom he had met once and whose fate was extremely precious flashed through his mind.

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Shanghe Village, Lindong,

After declining Wang Qi'er's offer, he turned to the great monk Tong Tong and turned his beads. Inside the robe, the relic was shining brightly, exuding a hint of roundness.

Wang Qier is very knowledgeable, or rather he dare not not be knowledgeable.

Regarding this relic, even though Wang Qier was very cunning and had thousands of ideas, he had to "honestly" hand it over to the great monk.

After understanding the monk's knowledge of Wang Qi'er, he felt a little satisfied.

Otherwise, the great monk would definitely show no mercy and show his thunderous methods.Let him know what Vajra's angry eyes are.

Looking at the dilapidated thatched cottage in front of him, the great monk opened and closed his eyes, thoughtfully.

The clouds are shining brightly, and the qi turns into five colors.The green air lingers around and lingers, shining like a bright light in the eyes of the great monk.

"Nawu, Amitabha," the great monk Lingtong suppressed the joy in his chest, and the golden light gleamed in his pupils.

The general trend of the world, the long-term division must be united, and the long-term unity must be divided.

Whenever the world is in chaos and dynasties change.

There will be destiny coming down from somewhere, either as ghosts, gods, or stars.

These people have destiny and great luck.The future is limitless, whether it is a generation of heroes, or the choice of a prince for a while, they are all extremely rare heroes.

Since the great monk Lingtong can do it for a Yuanguang relic, he can gain more knowledge for Daci'an Temple.

Then he resolutely gave up the hope of ascending to bliss, leaving his golden body with flaws, making it difficult to compete for full merit.

For Daci'an Temple, the great monk devoted his whole life's efforts.

In fact, in the eyes of the monk, Da Ci'an Temple is three points more important than his life.

This time, the great monk laid a chess piece just to accept this lucky man and plan for the future.

The thatched house was dilapidated, and the great monk walked into the house with a normal expression.

When Father Fang saw this great monk coming uninvited, he hesitated and said, "Who are you?"

The Wei Dynasty conquered the country for one hundred and twenty years.

Because of Changchun Dao, he belonged to the Tule family and the Great Wei Dynasty, with outstanding achievements.

Within 120 years, Buddhism and Taoism flourished.

Monks and Taoists were very noble and distinguished in the land of Wei.

This father has been poor all his life and has always been at the bottom. He respects and fears monks and other monks.

The great monk said: "The poor monk Daci'an Temple has understood it."

"Ci'an Temple?" Father Fang asked.

Liao Tong said calmly: "Jinping, Da Ci'an Temple,"

Not everyone can become a monk or a Taoist.

He is an inconspicuous fire dweller Taoist or fire-headed monk in a temple or Taoist temple.

In Father Fang's eyes, they are all great people.

Although I don't know why this 'big man' would be so condescending.

But Father Fang had a very upright attitude and respectfully welcomed the great monk into the thatched house.

Inside the thatched house, it was empty on all sides.This is the current situation of Lao Fang's family.

"Rough tea and light food, master, don't dislike it," Lao Fang said while holding a bowl of vegetable porridge.

Lao Fang appears to be honest, but in fact he still has a cunning streak that belongs to him.

The great monk reached out to take the vegetable porridge and said: "Amitabha, the donor has given alms, and the poor monk is here to thank you."

He glanced at the empty walls around him, and then sat cross-legged on a bunch of straw.

"Master, you are a monk, but I can't do it. I am poor... I just wholeheartedly worship Buddha, but I am forced to make a living."

Father Fang's dark face was weathered by wind and rain.It’s so bitter and bitter that it’s hard to describe it in just one word.

It is precisely because of the millions of people in the world, like Father Fang, that all living beings in the 13 states of the world have been built.

After understanding the silence, he looked at Father Fang's front door with his wise eyes.

A hint of pale natal energy, standing straight.

This is the spirit of the people, the spirit of the people!
If you observe carefully, you will see a little greenness dyed on the pale white of your life, which looks like a noble and privileged person.

But this pale life seems to be wavering under Qingyi.

Seeing this situation, the great monk secretly sighed in his heart:

"Luck does not control life, life will be short-lived,"

(End of this chapter)