Li Muzi likes to drink tea, especially the exquisite Gucha which is hard to find.
Take the Yunwu Tea Tree on the mountain behind Puji Temple as an example. It is said that it was planted by Living Buddha Jigong himself when he was traveling in the world. There is only one tree, and there is no other.
Every year on the eve of the Qingming Festival, special monks from the temple come to pick.
The two-meter-high tea tree has lush branches and leaves. After the young leaves are rolled, fermented and roasted over charcoal fire, the resulting tea is less than half a catty.
It is undoubtedly a fantasy for ordinary people to want to drink a cup of Yunwu tea, and it is simply not available on the market.
However, as the next successor of Buddhism and having a close friendship with the current abbot of Puji Temple, Li Muzi can naturally enjoy rare things that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
At this moment, in the wing of the apse, the oil lamp danced brightly.
Li Muzi sat cross-legged on the soft futon, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes closed tightly, and his face showed afterthought.
Bai Nanxian, who was opposite, pursed his lips and praised: "It is indeed one of the top ten famous teas in China. It is bitter when you put it in your mouth, but it only adds sweetness when you swallow it."
"The fragrance of tea fills the mouth and lingers for a long time, making people relaxed and happy, and the mind is peaceful."
"The most important things are the three qi in the tea, Buddha Qi, Jing Qi, and the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth in the morning dew."
"The three qi are balanced. One point more is not too much, and one point less is not enough."
"Those who drink this tea for a long time will have wonderful benefits."
Bai Nanxian made no secret of his coveting, and said with a smile: "How about I exchange two taels of Yun Zong's Hongquan tea with you?"
"No change." Li Muzi opened his eyes and refused: "Although Yunzong's Hongquan tea is also one of the top ten famous teas in China, the tea taste is not as rich as Yunwu tea."
"It's elegant and bland, like white water. I can't drink it."
"Besides, I practice Buddhist magic, and the three qi in the Yunwu Tea are useful to me. If you, a disciple of the Yun Sect, are exposed to Buddhist qi, you will only destroy your own path, so why put yourself in danger."
After a pause, Li Muzi continued: "If you can exchange two taels of golden eyebrows with me, I can give you one more tael of Yunwu tea."
Bai Nanxuan said with a frozen smile: "Kunlun Golden Eyebrow Tea can only be finished at 2 taels a year. How can I, the young master of the Yun Sect, be so proud to ask for Ji Xuanqing's treasure? You think too highly of me."
Li Muzi looked playful: "Today is different from the past. There are Kunlun disciples who fall into our hands. Not to mention a mere two taels of Golden Eyebrow tea, they are asking for the Golden Eyebrow tea tree growing on the main peak of Kunlun. Can Ji Xuanqing not give it to him? Dare you not?
Give?"
Bai Nanxian was moved and said, "This seems to be a good idea."
Li Muzi laughed loudly, held up a tea cup and greeted: "Drink tea, drink tea, I believe the good news will come soon."
Bai Nanxian's eyebrows are relaxed and his expression is comfortable.
"Crunch."
The wooden door of the wing room was pushed open, and the middle-aged monk who was regarded as an absolute confidant by Li Muzi hurriedly stepped in.
"How?" Li Muzi asked first, his eyes gleaming.
Bai Nanxian put down the cup in his hand, held his breath and listened intently.
"Dead." The middle-aged monk said with a pale face and a hollow voice: "All, all are dead."
"Have a good death." Li Muzi stood up immediately, his face flushed with excitement and said: "So, the true phoenix's luck has been obtained?"
"Brother Muzi is very resourceful, and this interception and killing plan came to a successful conclusion. Working with you is really a blessing for me, Bai, and a blessing for the Yun Zong." Bai Nanxian clapped his hands and exclaimed: "The Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun and the True Phoenix Fate
With the fall of Lingxi, Kunlun will definitely retreat to the bottom in the future."
"No matter whether Ji Xuanqing really stood by and watched the battle over luck, or he just sat there and watched the fight between tigers and tigers, after this calamity, Kunlun no longer has the qualifications to compete for luck."
"Man is not as good as God. No one could have imagined that Kunlun would be in the tragic situation it is today." Bai Nanxian drank the tea in the cup happily and said comfortably: "You and I each have a chance to fight for the complete luck of the true phoenix.
, enough to maintain the foundation of the mountain gate for two hundred years."
