Shi Yuan poured the stuffed tea in the clay pot into the teapot, brewed it with warm morning dew water, washed the tea, and then poured it into their cups.
Ruyi sniffed, not smelling the fragrance of tea, but smelling a fragrance similar to the earth after rain.
Gently blowing on the tea noodles, the water in the cup ripples, bringing out bursts of freshness.
Bai Qinghan was a little impatient. He drank the tea in one gulp, and it suddenly spurted out and spat it all over the floor. He stuck out his tongue and shouted: "This tea tastes so weird!"
Shi Yuan smiled and said: "Donor, it's because you drank too quickly. You need to taste the rain slowly and carefully. People who drink it for the first time are inevitably not used to it."
After hearing Shi Yuan's words, Ruyi prepared to take a sip, put her lips on the tea cup, and took a sip. The taste of the tea in the entrance was indeed magical. It was spicy at first and then bitter, with sourness in it. After a sip of tea, she drank it.
Then an indescribable sweetness began to pour out of the throat. The sweetness hit the taste buds, swirling around in the mouth, but merged with several different flavors on the tip of the tongue, and finally turned into a light tea fragrance.
Ruyi was so shocked by the taste that she was speechless and hurriedly said: "Master Shi Yuan...this tea...this tea..."
Shi Yuan nodded and said: "It seems that the female donor has tasted it. The first taste of rain is bitter, spicy, sour and sweet, just like life. It is especially suitable for monks like us to drink. Every time I drink it, I have another insight into the world of mortals."
The two donors should drink it while it's hot. If the rain had cooled down, there wouldn't be such a wonderful taste."
Ruyi tasted the rain, but her mind was full of thinking about what Shi Yuan said just now - "Isn't it because Shaolin abbots can only be monks..."
Could it be said that Master Yideng had already intended for his disciples to compete for the position of abbot?
Now Shi Xin is dead, and the abbot is seriously ill and bedridden. Judging from his current state, he may not be alive for long. Shi Yuan is not a monk and cannot run for the position of abbot. As long as the abbot dies of illness, the one who is most likely to be elected will
It was Shihe, a disciple of Master Yideng.
Ruyi's heart skipped a beat. If Shi He was elected abbot, it would not be a good thing for Xiaoyao Sect. With Shi He's temperament, he would no longer pay attention to Shi Yuan's persuasion and might soon take Shaolin with him.
The disciples went to Xiaoyaomen to fight.
Ruyi has experienced the ability of Shi Xin. If all the Shaolin monks have magical powers like Shi Xin, if they all attack Laoshan together, they will deal a fatal blow to Xiaoyao Gate. Even if there is a sacred beast, the prisoner cow, guarding the mountain gate, then
It will be a lose-lose outcome for both parties.
She took a sip of Yufen, but she could no longer taste the sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy taste. It seemed that all that was left on her tongue was the bitter taste.
She is now a guest of Shaolin, drinking Shaolin tea and sleeping on Shaolin's bed. Will she have to fight with Shaolin disciples in a bloody battle after a while?
She didn't want this to be the result, and this was definitely not what the dead Shi Xin wanted to see.
I can only pray that the Shaolin abbot can last a little longer.
After resting all night, Shi Yuan came to invite two people early the next morning, saying that the abbot wanted to see them.
After entering the abbot's dormitory, the abbot said: "Shi Yuan... please go out."
When the abbot opened his mouth like this, the three of them were shocked. His voice was completely different from yesterday. It was hoarse and sharper. It sounded like the sound of claws scraping iron, which was very harsh.