Seven or eight servants stood in the inner hall, serving carefully.
Wang Qi'er sat on the main seat and looked at the side of the great monk's seat.
"Master, this is Longquan before the rain,"
Wang Qi'er stood aside and said: "I worked hard and was lucky enough to get three coins of low-grade Longquan."
"Try it and evaluate it," he slowly pushed the rosewood box on the table to Monk Tong's hand.
This box of low-grade Longquan is only worth three yuan.
But this value is extraordinary, almost equal to the same volume of gold.
In a true sense, the price is comparable to gold.
What's more, this Longquan tea is not only valuable.
After understanding the monk, he glanced at the sandalwood box on the table and did not touch the sandalwood box on the table.
He picked up the tea cup on the table unhurriedly.
Open the lid of the cup and gently brush it with the cup lid. The hot tea soup is still floating, and a few tea stems are floating in the light green tea water.
"Hmm!" Monk Lingtong lowered his head and took a deep sniff of the fragrance that gradually emerged.
After a brief taste, the great monk closed his eyes and savored the fragrance of the tea.
After a while, he nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, it's really good."
This Longquan tea is produced in Yanling Prefecture and Yuquan Mountain.
Since the time of Xianwei, it has been a treasure in the palace and inner courtyard.
Through the three dynasties of Wei, Song and Wei, it has always been listed as a "tribute" and is cherished by the noble royal family.
Wang Qi'er is just an upright person, but he is not qualified to get involved in that high-grade Longquan.
Even the low-grade Longquan, a local rich man, may not be able to get involved.
This box of Longquan is just the 'leftovers' from the old Longquan tree.
If Longquan was not produced in Yizhou and Wang Qi'er was close to the water, he, a little scumbag, might not be lucky enough to taste the tea dregs.
Liao Tong looked at Wang Qi Er's hesitant expression and took a sip of Longquan tea.
A trace of faint dragon energy slowly seeped into the body of the great monk from the tea.
All the limbs and bones seem to have powerful and strong Qi, which are gradually floating and increasing.
Drops of essence and blood condensed like rolling balls also made sounds of "Gulu, Gulu, Gulu" at the same time.
“Nice tea,”
Monk Lingtong sighed leisurely.
It can be called "Longquan" for hundreds of years.
This Longquan tea is not just for satisfying your appetite.
According to ancient legends, ancient kings ruled the world.
There was once a divine dragon that died in Yuquan Mountain.
The dragon's blood is black and yellow, spreading all over a hundred miles radius.
This is the origin of Longquan.
In the past, the great monk Tong Tong only regarded this legend as the imagination of our ancient ancestors and did not take it seriously.
After all, in this world, there are gods and earth, Buddhism, Taoism, demons, ghosts and elves.
All kinds of magical powers seem to be extremely mysterious.
However, it is still not beyond the power of the crowd.
Hundreds of soldiers, no matter how tall or strange they are, will all be hated.
What is the concept of a dragon?
The dragons in myths and legends are almost as good as gods.
The great magical powers of turning over rivers and seas, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, are just their instincts.
Even in the thirteen states of the Wei Dynasty, those Buddhist and Taoist masters who are about to ascend may not be able to swallow this dragon in one gulp.
"The master has suffered, and the disciple is ashamed." Wang Qier's brows jumped, with a look of shame on his face.
When Liao Tong heard the words, his face moved, and he said in a deep voice: "My Buddha is compassionate and uses my vast magic power to help the common people in the world."
"Almsgiver, this poor monk will bear all this calamity,"
"However, the poor monk's magic power is limited. I hope the donor will respect himself, do more good deeds, and be rewarded with good things."
Even so, Monk Liaotong still subconsciously pinched the gray spot on his palm.
This gray patch is the retribution for his intervention in the cause and effect.
Those fierce ghosts and evil spirits all died in Wang Qier's hands.
The cycle of cause and effect, whether direct or indirect, requires Wang Qi'er to pay for it with his life if he wants to resolve his grievances.
Unless Wang Qi Er has great merit or great luck in his body, he can wash away the evil sins in his body.
"Amitabha, this child is full of evil deeds, and his days have expired."
"If a poor monk interferes without permission, he will not only be punished by fate, but he will also have to bear with whatever this man does in the future."
The great monk Lingtong glanced at Wang Qier's face and thought to himself.
Looking at it with Dharma eyes, every trace of bad luck has gradually dissipated.
It was not like the one when we first saw it, with lingering bad luck, almost as thick as chopsticks, cutting across the roots of the mountain.
"It's a disaster! It's a blessing!"
Liao Tong thought indifferently.
For some reason, the description of the child whom he had met once and whose fate was extremely precious flashed through his mind.
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Shanghe Village, Lindong,
After declining Wang Qi'er's offer, he turned to the great monk Tong Tong and turned his beads. Inside the robe, the relic was shining brightly, exuding a hint of roundness.
Wang Qier is very knowledgeable, or rather dare not not be knowledgeable.
Regarding this relic, even though Wang Qier was very cunning and had countless thoughts, he had no choice but to "honestly" hand it over to the great monk.
After understanding the monk's knowledge of Wang Qi'er, he felt a little satisfied.
Otherwise, the great monk will definitely not hesitate and show off his thunderous methods. Let him know what the Vajra Angry Eyes are.
Looking at the dilapidated thatched cottage in front of him, the great monk opened and closed his eyes, thoughtfully.
The clouds are glowing with rays of light, and the Qi forms five colors. The green Qi lingers around, and in the eyes of the great monk, it is as dazzling as a bright lamp.
"Namo, Amitabha," the great monk Lingtong suppressed the joy in his chest, and the golden light gleamed in his pupils.
The general trend of the world is that if it has been divided for a long time, it must be united, and if it has been united for a long time, it must be divided.
Whenever the world is in chaos and dynasties change.
There will be destiny coming down from somewhere, whether it is ghosts, gods, or stars.
These people have destiny and great fortune. Their future is limitless. They are either heroes of a generation or the choice of princes for a while. They are all extremely rare and outstanding figures.
The Great Monk Liao Tong, since he can gain more knowledge for the Great Ci'an Temple for a Yuanguang Relic.
Then he resolutely gave up the hope of ascending to bliss, leaving his golden body with flaws, making it difficult to compete for full merit.
For Da Ci'an Temple, the great monk devoted his whole life's efforts.
In fact, in the eyes of the monk, Da Ci'an Temple is three points more important than his life.
This time, the great monk laid a chess piece just to accept this lucky man and plan for the future.
The thatched house was dilapidated, and the great monk walked into the house with a normal expression.
When Father Fang saw this great monk coming uninvited, he hesitated and said, "Who are you?"
The Wei Dynasty conquered the country for one hundred and twenty years.
Because of the Changchun Road, he was a member of the Tule clan and the Wei dynasty, with outstanding achievements.
Within one hundred and twenty years, Buddhism and Taoism flourished.
Monks and Taoists were very noble and distinguished in the land of the Wei Dynasty.
This father has been poor all his life and has always been at the bottom. He respects and fears monks and other monks.
The great monk said: "The poor monk, Daci'an Temple, understands it."
"Ci'an Temple?" Fang's father said.
Liao Tong said calmly: "Jinping, Da Ci'an Temple,"
Not everyone can become a monk or a Taoist.
He is an inconspicuous Taoist priest or monk with a fire head in a temple or Taoist temple.
In Father Fang's eyes, they are all great people.
Although I don’t know why this ‘big man’ would condescend to others.
But Father Fang had a very upright attitude and respectfully welcomed the great monk into the thatched cottage.
Inside the thatched house, it is empty on all sides. The family is surrounded by bare walls, which is the current situation of Lao Fang's family.
"Master, don't be dissatisfied with the simple meal," Lao Fang said, holding a bowl of vegetable porridge.
Lao Fang seems to be honest, but in fact he still has a certain cunningness about him.
The great monk reached out to take the vegetable porridge and said: "Amitabha, the donor has given alms, and the poor monk is here to thank you."
He glanced at the empty walls and then sat cross-legged on a cluster of straw.
"Master, you are a monk, but I can't do it. I am poor... I just wholeheartedly worship Buddha, but I am forced to make a living."
Father Fang's dark face was weathered by wind and rain. It was difficult to describe all the bitterness and bitterness in one word.
It is precisely because of the millions of people in the world, like Father Fang, that all living beings in the thirteen states of the world are built.
After understanding the silence, he looked at Father Fang's front door with his wise eyes.
A hint of pale natal energy, standing straight.
This is the spirit of the people, the spirit of the people!
If you observe carefully, you will see a little greenness dyed on the pale white of your life, which looks like a noble and honorable person.
But this pale life seems to be wavering under Qingyi.
When the great monk saw this situation, he sighed secretly:
"Luck does not control life, life will be short-lived,"