The Ultimate Student in the City

"Since the old nun has such terrifying strength, it is impossible for her not to know that Antarctica stays up there in the middle of the night and loses her nerves. There must be a way to help her resolve the hatred in her heart, so it is indeed better for Antarctica to follow her. It is also her good fortune, maybe one day I will really realize it and become a generation of gods and nuns." Li Zedao said looking at the closed wooden door.

The mood is unavoidably depressed, he actually has an illusion, that is, Antarctica has completely let go of grievances, and it is of course impossible for the two of them to return to the past, but at least they can calmly say hello face to face, even when Strangers are also okay, as long as they are not enemies.

But looking at it now, I really think too much.

"Let's go, let's make some tea at your place, and I want to visit Grandpa Wang too." Li Zedao said.

Yanhuang nodded lightly and said: "By the way, it would be better to help me cook both lunch and dinner." Although this kid's moral character is not very good, it is undeniable that the meals he cooks are quite delicious.

"..."

Just when the two of them were about to leave, the door behind them that could have collapsed with a little more force "creaked!" It was opened with a muffled sound, and the middle-aged nun who "sent" Li Zedao and the others out before Wang Chen appeared there.

"Benefactor, please wait a moment." She said aloud.

Li Zedao and Yanhuang heard the sound and looked back at this middle-aged nun who was so unflattering in appearance, and then, Li Zedao seemed to understand why this woman chose to become a nun, because her appearance seemed to be doomed, and the only way for her to become a monk can go.

"Master Wang Chen." Yanhuang nodded lightly and greeted her. Now that she already knew that her master Miejue Shitai was a master of returning to basics, then this middle-aged nun is naturally not a rookie... Although no matter how you look at it, she is an ordinary person, and she is still the ugly one, so Yanhuang is even more unreasonable. Dare to entrust big.

"My master asked the benefactor to tell me something." The middle-aged nun nodded at Yanhuang and said to Li Zedao.

The old monster looking for me? Li Zedao narrowed his eyes slightly, could it be that the old monster wanted to compete with him because his hands were itchy?

"Since the teacher is looking for me too much, naturally I have to go over there." Li Zedao replied after pondering and nodding his head. He didn't have any reason not to go and talk about it, and he was naturally curious about why the old nun was looking for him.

"Benefactor, please." The middle-aged nun made an inviting gesture.

"Benefactor, please stay here later." The middle-aged nun said to Yanhuang again, not at all intending to invite Yanhuang to enter, and directly asked him to wait at the door.

I have to say that this Ganlu nunnery doesn't know how to treat guests too well, and the nuns here are too proud, no wonder the incense is not strong at all.

Yanhuang nodded, and didn't care that much, after all, the other party was a back-to-basics strong man, a god nun, even if his temper was on fire, he had to lie down obediently at this time, besides, he was not the kind of violent tempered person.

"Be careful." Yanhuang said to Li Zedao in a low voice, inevitably still a little worried in his heart, this strong back-to-basics man who has lived for an unknown amount of time brings extraordinary pressure to others.

"Don't worry." Li Zedao nodded lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in an inexplicable way, if he really fought, even if he lost, he still had a way to escape.

Besides, he knew very clearly that it was absolutely impossible for the old monster to come to him for the purpose of sparring.

After Li Zedao walked in,

The middle-aged nun closed the door that was falling apart and fastened it.

In Li Zedao's view, this kind of action is naturally superfluous, just breaking the door, whether it is closed or not, the effect is actually the same. Not to mention that the wall of Ganlu Temple is not high, any thief can easily climb over it.

Of course, no thieves would patronize this place to steal money. There is no money here for you to steal or steal people... There is a danger of being stolen in turn.

After Wang Chen closed the door, he turned around and said to Li Zedao, "Amitabha, please come with me, my master. My master is waiting at the meditation pavilion behind the temple."

Li Zedao nodded, and said politely, "It's too much trouble, Master."

The Jingxin Pavilion is located in the backyard of this temple. It is a wooden pavilion that looks so dilapidated and desolate, but the surrounding area is cleaned up, not even a single fallen leaf.

There are stone tables and chairs in the pavilion. On the stone table is a set of tea sets that look old. There is this charcoal stove on the side. There is a copper pot on the stove. One can imagine that the water in the copper pot has already boiled.

At this time, the old nun Miejue Shitai was sitting cross-legged on one of the stone chairs, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was pious and kind, she was twirling the rosary beads with her hands, and she was chanting words. It is conceivable that she was thinking What scriptures.

The morning sun shone on her thin body, making her body seem to be filled with a wave of Buddha's light. If her believers saw this, they might kneel down and worship, which meant that the Buddha had appeared. Avalokitesvara appeared.

"Benefactor, please wait a moment. Master doesn't like to be interrupted when he is chanting." The middle-aged nun said in a low voice, obviously afraid of disturbing the old nun.

"Okay." Li Zedao nodded lightly to indicate that it's okay. Although I feel that this old nun seems to be suspected intentionally, after all, you asked me to come here, but now she is chanting scriptures over there, which is really unreasonable.

But in line with the principle of respecting the old and caring for the young, and he was also really curious about what the old nun wanted to do with him, so Li Zedao didn't mind waiting a little longer.

And this time, after waiting for a full ten minutes, Li Zedao almost fell asleep.

The old nun finally shut up, slowly opened her cloudy old eyes, looked back at Li Zedao and nodded slightly, pointed to the stone chair in front of her and said, "Amitabha, let the benefactor just wait, benefactor, please sit down."

"Okay, mistress." Li Zedao smiled and sat down on the stone chair opposite the mistress.

"Forget anger, make tea for guests." The old nun said again.

"Yes, master." The middle-aged nun stepped forward, picked up the copper pot where the water had already boiled, and started to boil tea.

Washing the tea, cleaning the cup, brewing, the movements are skillful and graceful, just smelling the fragrance of the tea and watching the tea art performance is a beautiful enjoyment... The premise is that you don't look at her pockmarked face with a layer of oil that is a bit unbearable to bet on, Otherwise, the sense of beauty will definitely be greatly reduced, or even have no sense of beauty at all.

However, Li Zedao can be seen that this Master Wang Chen is a master tea maker, her understanding of tea art is not much weaker than his master, and compared with him, his three axes are even worse.

At the same time, Li Zedao also noticed the extremely quaint wooden box on the side, which contained the tea leaves for making tea.

It's just that Li Zedao has never seen this kind of tea leaves before. The small pieces are golden yellow, and under the sunlight in the morning, they are still shining with dazzling luster, as if this is not a box of tea leaves but A box of gold leaf.

Finally, a cup of golden tea soup was delivered to Li Zedao.

"Benefactor, please." The old nun looked at Li Zedao peacefully and said. That tone, that expression, really has a taste of the compassion of a Bodhisattva.

"Thank you, Master." Li Zedao said politely, picked up the cup of tea, and smelled the distinctive tea fragrance. Of course, he wasn't worried about the nun poisoning the tea, after all, he was a man who could eat rat poison.

After taking a sip, he felt that it was astringent, not as good as the broken tea leaves that cost five yuan a catty at the roadside stalls. However, in the next second, Li Zedao felt as if the base of his tongue had been anesthetized, and he lost consciousness directly.

"Poisonous? And it's the poison that the yellow stone has no effect on?" Li Zedao's pupils shrank, and he was shocked, but at this moment, his mouth was filled with a sudden strange fragrance.

"Huh?" Li Zedao's eyes widened, and he took another sip.

The bitter feeling surged again, followed by the numbness of the tongue, and after that, the mouth was filled with a burst of strange fragrance.

This small sensory gap really brings people an unprecedented wonderful experience.

"Benefactor, how about this tea?" The old nun looked at Li Zedao drinking tea with her peaceful old eyes, and asked with a gentle smile when she saw Li Zedao's amazed expression.

"This is not the best tea I've ever had, but it's the most novel and intriguing tea I've ever had." Li Zedao praised.

"This evaluation is quite pertinent." The old nun said, "The name of this tea is 'Bitterness and Sweetness', which can indeed be called the word 'novelty', and also the word 'intriguing', just like life. Pay first, endure wind and rain, endure suffering, and then enjoy the sweet fruit."

"Bitterness is sweetness?" Li Zedao chewed these words, and found that the name really fits the peculiarity of this kind of tea, which is bitter at first and then sweet.

"Good tea, good name, good meaning." Li Ze Daorian said three good words, thinking that it would be even better if you could let me take away the small box on the table.

As if seeing through Li Zedao's mind, the old nun looked up at her apprentice Wang Chen and confessed: "Wang Chen, in a while you prepare a box of hard work and sweetness, and let the benefactor take it away."

"Yes, Master." Wang Chen said, his heart was naturally very depressed, giving such a good tea to the flower picker, it would be better to throw it into the lotus pond.

"This... teacher, how can you be ashamed if you don't get rewarded for nothing?" Li Zedao said embarrassedly.

The old nun smiled and said, "Amitabha, you are not that kind of person."

"Um?"

"Not the kind of person who would be embarrassed." The old nun said.

"..." Li Zedao was willing to swear by Zhou Yan's handsome face, if she wasn't an old woman and a monk, he would definitely roll up his sleeves today.

Why am I not that kind of person? I'm very thin-skinned, okay...why just give one box instead of two boxes? Isn't this old nun too stingy?