The charcoal tea from Fanke Mountain is a rare treasure in the world. For ordinary people, it has the effects of prolonging life and nourishing yin and yang. For monks on the mountain or warriors in the martial arts world, it has many benefits. Because of this, most people who go up the mountain to pray for blessings want to have a drink. Unfortunately, Fanke Mountain is not rich in tea. There are only a few acres of land on the southern slopes of the mountain that can be planted, so the supply of charcoal tea often exceeds the demand.
In the backyard of the Zen room, pines and cypresses cover the sky, and the faint sound of Sanskrit can be heard.
Like Linxi Thatched Cottage, this place is far away from the hustle and bustle of pilgrims and is very clean.
Between the two tall sutra buildings, the ground is covered with silk, and there are desks and futons. Two people are sitting cross-legged.
Regarding the visit of the prince of the dynasty, even if the old abbot is not enthusiastic and utilitarian, he still cannot sit still. Inviting the prince to tea personally is a gesture of friendship and is not impolite.
But Gui Liu is very melancholy.
That girl Wang Sizhi, because she was angry with herself about the erotic novel, she really didn't come back to sleep last night, and she didn't know where she went.
If we didn't have to borrow the scripture pillar to make a boat to return to the long river of time in the future, it would be hard to refuse this invitation to tea. Who would still be wasting time here? That woman usually looks gentle and demure, but when she gets angry, she is not much different from ordinary women. They are all the type that "can't be coaxed, and even worse if you don't coax."
He just hoped that the tea would be over quickly and he would go find her quickly. Otherwise, with her temperament, she might really go down the mountain secretly if she gets angry.
The old abbot, who didn't know it, could not help but feel pure for a moment, very leisurely and leisurely. He moved calmly and slowly before he started to cook water and make tea.
Not long after, the kettle of water on the charcoal stove made a boiling sound. The old abbot used tongs to take out a piece of red-hot coal from the stove, carefully put it into a porcelain bowl, and pinched a handful of tea leaves and sprinkled it on it. When the tea is roasted over a charcoal fire, white smoke suddenly fills the air and the aroma overflows. After waiting for a while, he picked up another small bowl, which could just hold the charcoal in the porcelain bowl. Finally, he picked up the pot of boiling spring water and poured it on it. The color of the spring water gradually became darker, and there was also a faint fragrance of tea.
This is how a bowl of charcoal tea, which is hard to find in the world, was born.
Pour the tea from the porcelain bowl into the cup and drink. The old abbot first poured a cup for Gui Liu and said with a smile: "Fan Keshan charcoal tea, your highness, please use it."
Looking at the tea in his hand carefully, the corner of Gui Liu's mouth twitched slightly.
There is still carbon ash floating in the tea. Are you sure you can drink it?
Wasting half a day's time on love is just a bowl of carbon slag soaked in water?
The old abbot saw through his thoughts, smiled without saying a word, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.
After hesitating for a long time, Guiliu still raised his head and asked cautiously: "Is this really drinkable?"
After getting a positive answer, he was determined to give it a try, so he took a small sip...
The next second, his face stiffened, and he almost couldn't hold back the spray.
Is this something for people to drink?
The mouth is full of the taste of carbon residue, sour and bitter like medicine.
"No more drinking, no more drinking."
Guiliu waved his hand and started swinging.
Damn, which one is more important, a favor or a life?
A few more sips, and Mo Yuping's most beautiful man in the world will die young.
The old abbot smiled slightly and drank without forcing himself.
Seeing that he could really swallow it, Geiliu's eyelids trembled. He was worthy of being the Buddha in the human body that the world was rumored to be. He was really invulnerable to all poisons.
Facing this old man who has lived for two hundred years, Geiliu actually has many problems in his heart. For example, based on his strength, where can he be ranked in the martial arts review? Another example is what were the mountains and rivers of the world like two hundred years ago? Are temples and rivers and lakes different from today?
Guiliu's thoughts seemed to be seen through, and the old abbot smiled and said: "Your Highness has many questions for me, and I also have many questions for Your Highness. To be fair, it is better to answer them one by one."
"Okay." Guiliu added: "If you don't want to answer, you have the right to remain silent."
The old abbot sat upright, spread out a hand, and said loudly: "Your Highness, may I ask?"
Guiliu directly asked the first question, which was also the question he was most concerned about, and asked: "Where do you rank in that martial arts review?"
The old abbot shook his head slightly and said seriously: "This poor monk is not good at fighting, and his cultivation cannot achieve immortality. But if we only look at his realm, he can rank among the top five."
Guiliu nodded, it was exactly what his mother said. Most people from the three religions only have realms but no means of fighting. Therefore, even if their realms are the same or slightly better, they are still not as good as martial artists or mountain monks.
What best proves this statement is a major event that happened in the past few years. The dean of the Confucian Jitu Academy is a gentleman who has half-stepped into the Seventh Realm. He is good at cultivating Haoran's righteousness. On his way to the north, he was entangled by a warrior in the late sixth grade. Logically speaking, a person who has not yet achieved the sixth grade of Dzogchen. , the two fought for a whole day and night, and finally a woman in a pink dress came to help, with a fatal blow, and the matter finally ended.
According to the martial arts reviews of the past dynasties, if the number one in the world is occupied by a martial artist, it can be understood that the martial arts warriors dominate the monks on the mountain. If the spirit warrior wins the first place, it can also be considered that the monk on the mountain is better. In the past hundred years, the martial arts review has been held once every ten years, and the morale has always been higher. The same is true in today's world. The number one in the world is a great monk at the late stage of the Eighth Realm. He practices in seclusion all year round, sitting on the south cliff and not caring about the cold or heat in the world.
It was the turn of the old abbot. He secretly prepared a draft, thought about his words, and said carefully: "Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect and fate. Has Your Highness ever thought that there might be some kind of connection between you and the Crown Princess?"
Guiliu was stunned for a moment, and was extremely keenly aware of what he wanted to say, and said solemnly: "Please make it clear."
"actually..."
The old abbot choked with sobs and finally shook his head. He actually wanted to tell the young man the results of the deduction, but the secret must not be revealed, and besides, he was not sure about it. It was not appropriate for a monk to lie.
With no choice, the old abbot sighed and said: "There is a god three feet above your head. Heaven is above. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
Guiliu nodded silently, feeling heavy for no reason.
If you have other things to worry about, it is not a good time in the world. At this point, there was no interest in continuing the conversation. After chatting with the old abbot about some insignificant issues, he walked out of the Zen room. Without the towering ancient cypresses to block the sunlight, he felt the sun's glare for a moment.
There were more and more pilgrims on the mountain, and it was much busier than the previous few days. Beautifully dressed women and handsome young men can be seen everywhere. Since Fanke Mountain is a blessed place for Buddhism, it is naturally favored by wealthy families and nobles. It is not surprising that it is such a grand scene.
Listening to the noise of tourists, Guiliu felt depressed for no reason.
Wang Sizhi has been missing all night, which is really worrying. Now I just want to tie this girl back and ravage her severely.
But the question is, where can we find such a huge mountain?
In a low thatched cottage, a woman sat on a small stool, her white dress wrapping her delicate curves. She held the white cat in her arms and was lost in thought.
A timid and weak voice sounded, "Sister?"
A female doll of about eight or nine years old, carved in pink and jade, delicate and cute, she is a rare beauty. She was holding a small bench and slowly moved to the woman's side.
The little girl is a frequent visitor to the mountains and lives alone in a thatched cottage. Her mother died of illness and her father is a tea merchant and often travels around. Wang Sizhi stayed here for one night because she was angry and refused to return.
Seeing her struggling to move the stool and sit next to her, Wang Sizhi rubbed her little head and asked softly: "Aren't you afraid of living alone?"
The little girl shook her head and said with a sweet voice: "Everyone is very kind to me. My aunts will often go up the mountain to see me, and my monk brothers will often come to talk to me. Living here is colder than living at home. It’s much, much warmer in a big house.”
She blinked her big black eyes, quietly staring at the beautiful sister, and said in a soft tone, "Sister, sleep with me for one more night."
Wang Sizhi also blinked. Looking at the soft and cute little girl in front of him, he felt an inexplicable urge to have a daughter.
Her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she was too embarrassed to think further.
How can I think that the little girl looks harmless, but in fact she is already sophisticated and precocious. He smiled and said: "Sister, are you thinking about a man? Why is your face so red with embarrassment?"
Wang Sizhi looked at her in surprise and couldn't help but whisper: "Who taught you this?"
The little girl looked quite proud, as if this was a great thing, and said loudly: "My aunts, they also taught me many ways to seduce men. For example..."
Wang Sizhi felt dizzy after hearing this, and quickly covered her mouth, glared, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are a girl, you must know how to be reserved. Those words that are not shy or arrogant, learn less and speak less, do you hear me?"
The little girl blinked and nodded obediently.
Her eyes were secretly plagiarizing, and she stretched out her hand to pinch Wang Sizhi's tender waist.
The hands are not big, and the force is very even and soft. Wang Sizhi glanced at her helplessly. Needless to say, her father must have taught her this.
"My father is right. The more beautiful a woman is, the softer her waist will be." The little girl muttered, then widened her dark eyes and said expectantly: "Sister, my mother said that I will be very good-looking when I grow up. This is true. Really? I want to be as beautiful as my sister!"
Wang Sizhi thought about it seriously, "Don't get into bad habits. You won't be too different from your sister."
"Bad habit?" the little girl asked doubtfully, "What is that?"
She looked a little sad. How could she explain such a thing to an eight or nine-year-old girl? When such a girl is still innocent and romantic, she must not understand that too early.
She thought carefully, avoided the answer, and gave another explanation. Yes, she said softly to the little girl: "The bad habit is staying up late and drinking alcohol. If you are contaminated with these, you will not be able to become a great beauty."
The little girl smiled foolishly, her eyes bright, "Is there anything else?"
Wang Sizhi was stunned for a moment, pinched her ears, applied a little force, and said expressionlessly: "You little girl, you have learned a lot of bad things. Don't give me these little thoughts in the future, otherwise, be careful of my sister eating you."
The little girl was doting and coquettish, and said with a sweet smile: "Sister is lying, so sister will not eat me."
Wang Sizhi tilted her head and smiled, "That's wrong. A cute girl like you is my sister's favorite food."
She wanted to say something more, but she was lightly hit by a chestnut on the back of her head, and the warm voice of the man behind her sounded, "Why are you staying up all night? Isn't it good to eat your men?"
She turned a blind eye with anger and curled her red lips.
The little girl was immediately elated, looking at the golden-eyed man who was as handsome as an immortal in front of her, his big black eyes full of passion and admiration.
He simply sat on the floor between the two of them and put his hand on her leg, but she slapped it away angrily.
"Go and read your erotic words, what are you doing to me?"
Guiliu turned to look at the little girl beside him, smiled and said: "Introduce yourself, I am your sister's husband."
The little girl nodded, glanced at Wang Sizhi quietly, and then whispered in his ear: "Have you done this?"
Guiliu was stunned, grimaced, and said quietly and helplessly: "Not yet, it's mainly because your sister doesn't cooperate."
Wang Si was so angry that she gritted her silver teeth and wanted to slap him in the face.
Who is unwilling to cooperate?
If you have a thief's heart but no courage, you still call yourself a thief?
If she were a man and he was a delicate woman, she would have slept with him ten thousand times.
She walked out of the thatched cottage in anger and walked away.
Little did she know that a man was chasing after her. He bent down, picked her up, and ran away in a certain direction.
Many Jielu pilgrims on the mountain were stunned when they saw this scene.
There were even more powerful people from the capital who were shocked and frightened, speechless.
Isn't that the prince's?
Isn't the woman he is holding the daughter of the sinner king Gong Qiao?
Carrying Wang Sizhi directly back to Linxi thatched cottage, Guiliu threw her onto the bed and said fiercely: "Let's see how you run away this time!"
Before she could resist, Guiliu narrowed his beautiful golden eyes, lifted the woman's chin, tilted his head and smiled.
Unexpectedly, the woman on the bed did not blush shyly, but instead had a cool aura like an empress, as if she was the one applying the pressure. Wang Sizhi narrowed her captivating and alluring eyes, her figure was also so alluring, her delicate red lips opened slightly, her breath was like blue, and it tickled his face, "Don't you like it?"
If he could still endure this, he would have become the supreme saint who forgets his love.
Her hands were tightly clamped by him and forced to be raised high above her head, which also made her chest slightly raised, revealing the thrilling curves of her body.
A very small muffled sound came out, and Wang Sizhi frowned slightly, unconsciously trying to struggle, but it was obviously in vain.
After a long time.
Her hand finally stopped being controlled and fell naturally.
She bit her lip gently, feeling the lingering tingling sensation.
He moved to the bed and sat half-kneeling, as obedient as a little lamb ready to be slaughtered.
All it takes is a sentence: "Laughing at Tan Lang, tonight the pillow is cool in the kitchen."
Geiliu got on the bed, sat next to her, and then...
Never again.
Wang Sizhi remained silent and got off the bed. When she left, she stood at the door. She turned around and said with a flirtatious look, "You are really not worthy of a woman's love."
