Green mountains, flowing water, ancient temples, and straw sheds.

After Hou Li delivered the daily necessities borrowed from Shengquan Temple.

Lu Yu went to the stone pond not far away to get a bucket of water.

This stone pond.

It is the world-famous "Thunder Swamp and Clouds".

But Ishima is still there now.

The sound of rolling thunder was not shocked.

I think it is changing the world and changing the environment.

Or maybe the original hidden dragon in the stone marsh has already sailed to the sky by thunder?

certainly.

These are not what Lu Yu cares about.

Drink a sip of the cold mountain spring in the stone marsh.

His whole body suddenly became slightly shocked!

Although it is less sweet than the water of the holy spring on the mountainside.

But it is also very refreshing and excellent tea making water!

You must know.

Lu Yu's taste is more outstanding than that of ordinary people.

The gap between the two waters is very subtle.

It seems so.

The monks in the two temples in Zhenlei Mountain are also well versed in the art of drinking!

Thinking of this.

Lu Yu looked up and looked at Leifeng Temple deeply.

Immediately a fire broke out, and a pottery pot was set up to start boiling water.

At the same time, a clay pot and a few cups were placed on the stone.

Hou Li and Xiao Shenxuan immediately surrounded him.

"Brother! Do you want to make tea?"

Lu Yu nodded and suddenly asked, "It's almost time for Bai Lu?"

For the traditional "Twenty-four solar terms" of the lunar calendar.

Hou Li knew quite well.

He thought for a while and nodded, "How many days have passed since the end of the summer heat, and it should be more than ten days before it will be white dew."

More than ten days...

Lu Yu nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

Immediately took out a small red tea bag.

"In autumn, we live in the mountains and the cold air rises, so let's drink a cup of black tea to warm our stomachs."

As he said that, he opened the tea bag and sniffed it.

Although the Qimen black tea in the bag has not been improved.

But the aroma is still very pleasant.

Xiao Shenxuan often drinks tea with Lu Yu.

Seeing this, I had been sitting there obediently.

Hou Lize looked at Lu Yu in surprise.

His family is a tea farmer.

I have worked in Mingxuan Teahouse for so long again.

Just from the ropes and aroma, I know that Lu Yu’s tea is definitely good!

"Brother! You still carry such good tea when you go out!"

"This tea isn't cheap, right?"

Lu Yu smiled and placed the opened tea bag aside.

I saw Lu Yu pouring water into a warm cup like flowing water.

Hou Li murmured, "Let Brother Lu Yu make tea for me."

"And it's such a good tea."

"I must have accumulated great virtue in my previous life..."

Xiao Shenxuan said proudly: "What is this?"

"Lu Yu makes tea for me every day!"

"Yes Lu Yu!"

At this time, Lu Yu was filled with all his body and mind in the tea.

Hearing the words, he said lightly: "For tea."

"Saving it with a sense of awe will taste it."

"If you taste it with a frivolous heart, you will taste frivolous..."

"Whatever you want, what kind of tea you taste is."

"No matter if he is a prince or a nobleman, or a peddler or a pawn."

"Tea is treated with a normal mind."

"If there is no ordinary heart, there will be no tea that comes out of dust."

...

The mountains are bright and the water is beautiful, and the setting sun is drooping to the west.

The water vapor in Lu Yu's hands was filled with misty tea fragrance.

He talked with Hou Li and Shen Xuan.

Lu Yu is talking about tea.

It's also talking about myself.

When treating people and things, they all have a normal mind.

This is true for tea and so for people.

The same is true for Buddhist principles.

...

The same moment.

There was also a skinny old monk standing inside the mountain gate.

It is Zen Master Xuanbei from Leifeng Temple.

Lu Yu's every move, every word and every action at this time.

All of them were clearly visible through the lookout built a hundred years ago by Xuande.

Wait until I hear Lu Yu discussing the normal mind of tea.

Xuanbei suddenly nodded gently with a smile on his face.

After silently chanting the Buddha's name with his hands together.

Turn around and go back to the main hall in the temple.

"Where is Jingchen?"

I heard the call of Zen Master Xuanbei.

Just returned to the temple this morning, Jingchen, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, hurriedly bowed deeply.

"Disciple Jingchen meets with the abbot."

Xuande said lightly: "After one day of meditating on Buddha, can you understand it?"

Jingchen clasped his hands together and said, "Disciple is too obsessed with protecting tea."

"Because I knew that the donor Lu was a tea man, I took my anger to accompany the other donors."

"I know I'm wrong."
To be continued...