Chapter 392: It's an old acquaintance in the cottage
Chen Yu lifted the curtain and glanced at Yan Gui's expression. Yan Gui shook his head gently to indicate that it was okay.
"Well, let's go up the mountain." Chen Yu got off the carriage. Leng Xiang and Xunmei helped Chen Yu get off the carriage.
Yangui responded: "Yes."
Chen Yu led a group of people up to Qilin Mountain, worshiping the Sea Temple was just a pretext. On the way up the mountain, he saw many tea trees. Chen Yu frowned when he saw these tea trees.
Without treating the weeds, these tea trees are basically left to fend for themselves. It’s no wonder that such tea doesn’t taste good.
"Grandma Su, do the people living in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain look at the tea garden?" Zhou Yufeng said softly.
Chen Yu nodded: "All the tea on the market should come from here, go back and have a look."
Yan Gui suddenly arrived here, which made Chen Yu a little worried. After all, there were too many secrets hidden at home, but in front of Liang Yijin, not a single word of them could be revealed!
Tanah Lot Temple occupies a huge area and can be described as magnificent. There is an endless stream of pilgrims on the way up the mountain, and it can be seen that the incense is flourishing.
All the way to the gate of Tanah Lot Temple, the vermilion gate was open, and many people queued up automatically and consciously, instead of going in in a swarm.
Someone looked at people like Chen Yu and kindly reminded them: "Old lady, only one person can be seen at the Tanah Lot Temple at a time. So many of you may not be able to get in. Look at how long the queue is in front of you.
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After Chen Yu thanked her, she stood sideways, looked at Liang Yijin's expectant eyes, and said softly: "Miss Liang, I don't see the future at this age. You wait here, and we go to the side to see the scenery."
Liang Yijin hurriedly said: "Thank you, old lady, for your support. Then we will meet at the mountain gate."
After discussing it, Chen Yu took Zhou Yufeng and others to the side. She didn't want to go to Tanah Lot Temple in the first place. What she really wanted to see was the tea trees.
Taking advantage of the scenery, it is only proper to take a good look at the tea trees here.
Tanah Lot Temple is built on a gentle slope. Although the surrounding area is not so exquisite, it does have a nice scenery based on the mountain.
The faint fragrance of tea wafted over, and Chen Yu raised her eyebrows. The smell of tea was so tempting!
Following the smell, Chen Yu walked all the way and unknowingly came to an inconspicuous thatched cottage.
Chen Yu stopped and everyone stopped.
"This is truly good tea." Chen Yu said with emotion.
Leng Xiang whispered from the side: "Old madam, there is a monk in the Temple of the Sea. He has been here for almost twenty years. He meets this person every year. People in Huizhou Prefecture say he is a living god."
Chen Yu subconsciously wanted to leave.
She is living a good life and does not want to fall off the horse. There are too many mysterious and mysterious things in this world that cannot be explained.
"You are a knowledgeable person, can you come in and have a drink?" An old voice came from the thatched cottage, obviously inviting Chen Yu.
It was embarrassing now. Chen Yu couldn't leave even if he wanted to, because the old monk in a hundred-year-old robe had already walked out of the thatched cottage and saluted with one hand: "Please."
Chen Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.
In order to show respect, everyone was asked to wait outside. Chen Yu went to the thatched cottage and clasped his hands together: "Master, a good believer has been offended."
The old monk turned around and entered the thatched cottage.
Chen Yu then came in.
There was a long table in the room with mottled paint, and a tea set on the table that was simple and unremarkable, but the scent of the tea was really refreshing.
The old monk glanced at Chen Yu, sat cross-legged on the futon, and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
Chen Yu gently moved the futon a little further away to avoid sitting across from the old monk, which was a taboo in the tea ceremony.
As soon as she sat down, Chen Yu felt the old monk's eyes sweeping over her body, and her heart suddenly jumped several times uneasily, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. After all, she had never felt this way before.
"The female donor is someone who knows tea well. It's better to taste it before talking about it." The old monk lowered his eyebrows and poured tea for Chen Yu, then slowly delivered it to Chen Yu.
Chen Yu gently placed her hand next to the teacup, and tapped it three times with her four fingers. This was a kowtow ceremony, a sign of respect and gratitude to the person who made the tea.
Taking a sip of tea, Chen Yu really wanted to say: Good tea!
The old monk poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. After Chen Yu put down the tea cup, he asked: "Did the female donor taste anything?"
Chen Yu nodded slightly: "Master, this tea is good tea, and the water is even better. If you say what comes out of the taste, I am afraid that the believers will be shallow and will not be able to praise it."
"Well, it's extraordinary to be able to say that the water is good." The old monk said, and looked at Chen Yu again: "Don't the female donor remember the poor monk?"
What? Chen Yu was shocked now. Hearing this meant that he was still an old acquaintance?
"Master, I don't know something. I was seriously ill two years ago, and I can't remember many things." As Chen Yu said this, his mind became busy, and the memories of the original owner, which he had not recalled for a long time, started to stir.
Want to find some clues.
There was a slight smile on the corner of the old monk's mouth: "Back then, the poor monk went to Sujiazhuang and had an opportunity. At that time, he told Su Yuan that the world is a hard place and a miserable place. He also concluded that after Su Yuan, the Su family will suffer another disaster.
It’s difficult, but I didn’t want to see Mrs. Su at Qilin Mountain. Things are really unpredictable.”
Chen Yu's mouth was bitter and she didn't know what to say. And she really didn't have any memory of the old monk in front of her, so she could only say reluctantly: "God has the virtue of good life, isn't that what everyone says?
Those who are lucky enough to survive will be blessed later on, and good believers are the ones who survive the catastrophe."
The danger of falling off the horse made Chen Yu panic a little. If he had known that he would meet such a monk here, he would not be able to survive in Shanghai Temple.
The old monk had no intention of embarrassing Chen Yu, and gave him another cup of tea before saying: "If you still have those few books from the Su family, please listen to the poor monk's advice and ask people to copy and copy them, so that everyone in the world will know about them.
, Only in this way can danger be turned into safety. After this difficulty, the country of Dayue will surely usher in its greatest prosperity, and the Su family's fortune will be long-lasting."
"Master reminds me that when I return home this time, I will listen to Master's instructions." Chen Yu felt that Su Yuan had really obtained those books, but no one knew where Su Yuan hid them.
What the old monk said makes so much sense. What is the crime of having a jade? If everyone has it, is it still precious?
However, if the Su family wants to do this, they will never do it blatantly. Whether it is diverting trouble to the east or to the west, the Su family must be wiped out at any time.
My mind was spinning over and over again, and I drank the second cup of tea without realizing it. When I put down the tea cup, I suddenly remembered that there is a rule of tea when treating guests. The first cup of tea is called guest tea, and the second cup is called refill.
Water tea, the third cup is the tea for guests.
The old monk poured tea for Chen Yu again and said slowly: "Since Mrs. Su has come to Qilin Mountain, she might as well stay a few more days. The clear springs in the mountains are indeed very good."
"I wonder where the clear spring is?" Chen Yu didn't bring the tea. After all, she left after drinking the cup. However, she always felt that the old monk had something to say. He came in, recognized him, and left just like that.