Chen Yang laughed heartily and continued to expose Taoist Hongyun's background: "Honey, in addition to being the highest-ranking Taoist in Wudang Mountain, he also has a bunch of disciples and grandsons, including powerful people from all walks of life.
He can also tell fortunes, and he only makes three fortune tellings every year. How many powerful guys almost destroy the Golden Palace, and every year on the first day of the first lunar month, they rush to the temple with money to ask for these fortunes."
"Do you think he has money or not?"
Tang Wan cooperated by covering his mouth with his hands to express his surprise.
The old Taoist Hongyun sighed and said helplessly: "The old Taoist is really a poor Taoist priest, and more than half of the Taoist priests in the world have to rely on the old Taoist to support him.
Hope Primary School, college students, and old Taoist priests have donated a lot of money."
As the old Taoist priest spoke, he rolled his eyes at Chen Yang: "Besides, no matter how much money the old Taoist priest has, he is not as rich as you anyway."
"Uh~"
Chen Yang couldn't answer the question this time.
He is the richest man in the world, and he can take trillions of dollars at a time, so he can't just say no without conscience, right?
"Just ask me whether I can drink this tea?"
Chen Yang spread his hands, indicating that he would not make any more money, but he still wanted to drink tea.
Logan looked at him curiously, holding his chin in his hand, looking very interested.
She has never seen Chen Yang acting like a rogue before, which is quite strange.
Master Hongyun sighed and took out a can of tea from the seat next to him with a look of great reluctance.
The tea jar is extremely simple, similar to the craftsmanship of glass inlay and gilding, but there is no luxury, only the vicissitudes of time.
Master Hongyun opened the lid and said, "Xiao Nizi, are you this guy's wife?
What a pity, such a good girl, how could she take advantage of him?"
Tang Wan smiled and said nothing.
Taoist Hongyun didn't mind, and continued: "When he was a child, he went to Wudang Mountain in Laodao, and he was always thinking about this jar of lightning strike tea. It was passed down from generation to generation, and he drank a little bit or a little bit. How could he keep an eye on it and miss it?"
The old Taoist priest talked nonchalantly while making tea in an orderly manner.
As soon as the water is flushed, an indescribable fragrance hits your nostrils, as if your whole body is electrified.
In an instant, it permeated the entire golden palace, filling everything and overflowing outwards.
Tang Wan was just watching the old man and the young man joking, but now he was finally shocked.
Just from the aroma, she knew that this tea was definitely not ordinary. Even if it cost hundreds of thousands or millions of pounds per pound, it would never smell like this.
"Thunder-Strike Tea is a tea tree that is said to have been planted by Taoist Zhang Sanfeng on Wudang Mountain. It survived the lightning strike and produced a single tea tree that year!"
"After the tea leaves from this tree were picked, the tea tree was still there after being struck by lightning, but the tea leaves that grew out were of inferior quality, not even as good as the ordinary tea trees planted casually on the roadside.
Taoist Hongyun once said that all the essence and charm of the Lightning Strike Tea tree were condensed into the Thunder Strike Tea through the lightning strike."
"After so many years, Thunderbolt Tea has always maintained the flavor of when it was newly brewed. There is no trace of old flavor added to it. It is so mysterious that it would be a pity not to drink it."
While Chen Yang was talking, he took advantage of the moment when Master Hongyun was stroking his beard and smiling, and quickly reached out to grab the tea cup.
"Swish swish~"
Tang Wan watched with dazzled eyes, only to see a series of afterimages, as if Master Hongyun and Chen Yang had grown three heads and six arms, changing countless movements and postures in an instant.
The weirdest thing was that from beginning to end, their hands never touched each other, and not a drop of the lightning-struck tea spilled out.
"Honey, drink tea."
The two of them stopped their hands at the same time, and the next second Tang Wan saw Chen Yang bringing the teacup in front of her as if nothing happened.
Opposite me, Taoist Hongyun sighed with emotion:
"You have indeed taken this step, and you have gone a long way."
"how far?"
"At least it's further away than the little monk who was just beaten to death."