Soon, Master Zhiren and Master Mingsheng left because of other matters, leaving only Qin Yu and Zheng Yusen sitting on the stone table in the Zen courtyard to continue drinking tea.
"Master Qin, you can get used to drinking this bitter tea." Zheng Yusen said to Qin Yu with a smile after the two masters left.
"To be honest, it's good to have a few drinks, but after drinking too much, it makes you miserable. Maybe it's because you haven't reached the level of the two masters." Qin Yu showed a wry smile on his face. This time with Master Zhiren every time
, they all drank bitter tea, which made Qin Yu's entire throat and even his mouth full of bitter taste, but he couldn't speak clearly.
"Haha, Master Qin is really an honest man. I feel uncomfortable drinking this bitter tea. The two masters are used to practicing hard." Zheng Yusen also smiled and shook his head, then took out his mobile phone and said a few words into the phone.
, after seeing Qin Yu’s confused look, he explained: “Master Qin, let’s change tea.”
After hearing Zheng Yusen's words, Qin Yu naturally felt free to do whatever he wanted. He might as well switch to tea. It seemed that this ascetic practice was not suitable for him. Qin Yu sighed, in fact, he himself was just a layman.
After Zheng Yusen hung up the phone, he looked at Qin Yu with interest and asked, "I wonder which Feng Shui school Master Qin studied in?"
"My master is a wandering Taoist, but he passed by my small place and lived in a Taoist temple for a few years. I was lucky enough to learn Feng Shui from my master for several years, but I really don't know which sect it is."
"Oh? It seems that your master is also a master. Taoist priests who can travel around are all experts." Zheng Yusen still understands these Taoist cultures very well. Generally, traveling Taoist priests are strange people. They have traveled all over the country and asked questions.
Really, in fact, there were often some so-called legends about gods descending to earth in ancient times, and many of them were stories left behind by these strange people traveling around various places.
Just when Zheng Yusen was about to continue speaking, a crisp female voice came from behind him: "Grandpa!"
Qin Yu and Zheng Yusen looked back at the same time, and saw a young woman appearing at the door of the monastery. She was wearing a knee-length dress, with her snow-white calves exposed. She was holding a wooden box in her hand, and Tingting walked in.
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"Yueyue, come, let me introduce you. This is Master Qin. Master Qin. This is my granddaughter. She is very naughty." Zheng Yusen introduced his granddaughter Zheng Yue to Qin Yu. At the end,
He shook his head helplessly.
However, Qin Yu could tell from Zheng Yusen's tone that Zheng Yusen loved his granddaughter very much. The so-called naughty granddaughter was just polite. This could be seen from the kind smile on Zheng Yusen's face.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Yue placed the wooden box in his hand heavily on the stone table, then turned his eyes to Qin Yu, stretched out his hand generously and said, "Hello, Master Qin, my name is Zheng
Yue, you can call me Miss Zheng."
"Hello, Miss Zheng." Qin Yuhe and Zheng Yue shook hands. Zheng Yue's behavior was beyond his expectation. At first, when he saw her acting coquettishly with Zheng Yusen, he thought she was a charming lady, but she didn't expect to say hello to him.
It was so neat and tidy that Qin Yu knew that he had made a mistake.
"Yue'er, grandpa hasn't tasted your tea art for a long time. How about making a pot of tea for grandpa and Master Qin today?" Zheng Yusen looked at his granddaughter, and the smile on his face never faded. He has three sons, below
I actually have many grandchildren, but I love Yue'er the most. When I go out, I like to have Yue'er accompany me.
"Grandpa asked me to take a dip, how dare Yue'er not take a dip." Zheng Yue changed from a stern expression to a coquettish one. This change of expression was so fast that Qin Yu was ashamed to see it. They said that women are fickle, and he finally saw it today.
arrive.
Zheng Yue picked up the wooden box on the table and poured some tea leaves out of it. In fact, the so-called tea art in this Zen monastery does not have any tea sets. It just involves simply putting the tea leaves into the teacup and then brewing it with boiling water.
Master Zhiren is a person who pursues ascetic cultivation. Although he likes to drink tea, he does not prepare these things at all. Master Zhiren only uses the suffering of tea to understand life and Buddhism.
"Grandpa, the tea is ready, you can try it." Zheng Yue made tea for Zheng Yusen and Qin Yu at the same time. Zheng Yusen picked up the tea with a smile, and at the same time made a gesture of invitation to Qin Yu and said: "Master Qin,
This tea was given to me by an old friend of mine, it’s not bad, please try it.”
Qin Yu said politely, picked up the teacup, and tasted it. Zheng Yue saw Qin Yu pick up the teacup, with a doubtful look in his eyes, and looked at her grandfather, but Zheng Yusen just gave her a meaningful smile in return.
Zheng Yue was indeed confused. She was curious about the identity of the man in front of her who could allow her grandfather to take out all the good tea that he had collected for many years. Zheng Yue could be said to be the closest to her grandfather. Generally speaking, this box of tea from her grandfather was only related to
Some old friends would only bring it out when they were together. Even my father rarely had the opportunity to taste grandpa's tea.
Qin Yu picked up the cup and took a sip of the hot air. His face lit up. He had smelled the tea aroma in the hot air not long ago. He never expected that he could taste such good tea again.
"Master Qin, how do you like this tea?"
After Zheng Yusen saw Qin Yu take a few sips, he put down the tea cup and asked. However, Zheng Yusen's expression showed a trace of confidence. His tea can be said to be worth a gram. As long as he drinks it,
There's nothing left unsaid.
"Good tea!" Qin Yu put down the tea cup and said these two words. Zheng Yue thought at first that this young man would express some opinions, but after three consecutive sentences of "good tea", there was nothing more to say. She couldn't help but
She curled her lips, and it seemed that she was once again empty-handed, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to say a few words of praise for the tea.
"Master Qin is really a master. These three calls of "good tea" really explain the wonders of this tea."
Unlike Zheng Yue who curled her lips and looked down upon him, Zheng Yusen had a look of surprise on his face. He gave Qin Yu a thumbs up and sighed: "Master Qin knows this allusion at such a young age. This is really admirable."
"Mr. Zheng praised me. I just read this allusion and borrowed it to use. It made Mr. Zheng laugh." Qin Yu said modestly.
"Grandpa, Master Qin, what kind of riddles are you making? Why can't I understand you at all?" Zheng Yue was confused by her grandfather's words. It was said that her grandfather deliberately complimented the man named Qin without conscience.
She would definitely not believe the young man. Could there be any allusion to the young man named Qin's phrase "good tea"?
"Let Master Qin tell you." Zheng Yusen looked at his granddaughter lovingly and asked Qin Yu. In fact, Zheng Yusen did this to test whether Qin Yu really knew this allusion or was just blind.
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"Actually, this allusion comes from the tea sage Lu Yu. It is said that Lu Yu became famous after he wrote the "Tea Classic". Many tea farmers and tea merchants sent their own teas to taste, hoping that their tea would appear in the "Tea Classic" and be famous forever, or
After getting a few words of praise from Lu Yu, it can be said that at that time, Lu Yu was the ancestor of the tea industry, and the price of tea that could be praised by him could increase hundreds of times in an instant..."
"But what does this have to do with what Master Qin just said?" Zheng Yue heard Qin Yu say a lot, but still didn't understand the connection between the two, so she couldn't help interrupting Qin Yu and asked.
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"Yueyue, you will know after listening to Master Qin." Zheng Yusen smiled and nodded at Qin Yu. Since Qin Yu can talk about Tea Saint Lu Yu, it means that his three words of "good tea" before,
It turns out that I didn’t say that because I was short of words, but because I really knew the allusion.
"Miss Zheng, don't worry, we'll mention it soon." After Qin Yu said this, he picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip of tea. This action made Zheng Yue roll her eyes and tap her foot lightly.
The young man named Qin in front of him is too showy.
"It is said that one day, when Lu Yu was resting at home, it rained heavily, so no tea farmers came to deliver tea. Lu Yu was very happy and relaxed. He began to summarize the tea he had tasted for a while and wrote an article in his study. However, it didn't take long.
A servant came to report that a tea farmer has brought tea."
Lu Yu has a characteristic, that is, he is addicted to tea. No matter what kind of tea it is, he is willing to taste it. But today, he has very little interest in the tea of the tea farmer who brought him tea. There is no other reason. Anyone who knows tea knows it.
, tasting tea actually has to match your mood.
The continuous rain will inevitably make people feel bad. If they are in a bad mood, they will lose a third of their interest in drinking tea. Therefore, when many tea farmers bring tea, they will choose a sunny day, and Lu Yu will also be at home.
Tasting in the pavilion in the courtyard, the people who brought tea on a rainy day like this didn't really understand tea. If they didn't even understand tea, how could they have good tea?
However, when someone brought tea on a rainy day, Lu Yu would not refuse to see him. He met the tea farmer in the living room. The tea farmer was a simple man, wearing a bamboo hat all over his body. He carefully took out an oil bag from his arms.
Paper, Lu Yu glanced at it. The oil-coated paper was already a little wet, and he lost some of his expectations.
However, to Lu Yu's surprise, when the tea farmer opened the oil paper and exposed the tea leaves inside, he could smell a hint of the unique fragrance of tea leaves from a long distance away. This smell was very light, but Lu Yu felt refreshed by it.
Shocked, he immediately ordered his subordinates to boil the spring water. The tea could be fragrant for several meters. Lu Yu understood that he had misjudged it earlier. This was definitely a rare and good tea.
Soon, after the water boiled, the tea farmer made the tea. Lu Yu couldn't wait to pick up the tea cup and saw that the tea leaves in the tea were as green as smoke and exuded wisps of tea smoke. Lu Yu took a sip and felt that his limbs were all broken.
Refreshing.
Lu Yu no longer hesitated and drank the tea in one gulp. The tea farmer saw that Lu Yu was holding the tea cup without commenting after drinking the tea. He couldn't help but feel anxious and asked Lu Yu for comment.
Lu Yu was silent for a long time, then suddenly stood up from his chair and said in an excited voice, "Good tea!"
When everyone thought he had more to say, Lu Yu paused again. After the tea time, he said again: "Good tea." However, this "good tea" was elongated and seemed to have endless meaning.
of aftertaste.
Everyone thought it was time for Lu Yu to make a comment this time, but who knew that after saying "good tea", Lu Yu returned to silence again. It took a long time before he spoke again, but he said "good tea!"
This is the famous allusion of "Three Sounds of Good Tea". Lu Yu later lamented that apart from these "Three Sounds of Good Tea", he really couldn't find any words to describe this tea. From then on, "Three Sounds of Good Tea" was the highest praise for tea.