Volume 1: The Great Tribulation of Longhan Chapter 11: Xiantian Tea Tree, Sitting and Talking
As they chatted and laughed, everyone arrived in front of the cave hall.
The Dongtian Hall is built on the hillside of the main peak. Although it is not as exquisite as the Fengqi Mountain complex, it also has its own unique style.
There is a lake on the east side of the main peak. Standing in front of the main hall, you can see fish leaping and birds flying in the lake from afar.
Mingyu heard from Yun Zhongjun that this big lake was actually connected to the Yunmeng Lake in the outside world.
One is in the sky and the other is on the ground, but they are connected and interconnected, which is quite interesting.
After entering the main hall, there were two cushions on the left and right.
Yun Zhongjun took out another one and placed it on the right, and everyone sat down.
Taoist Yunzhongjun Yuchen is on the left, Taoist Changsheng and Fuxi Mingyu are on the right.
Mingyu flapped her wings, not knowing whether to stand or sit on the cushion, which was very funny.
Seeing the Taoists looking at him with a faint smile, Mingyu simply nestled on the futon, clearly treating it as his own bird's nest.
At this time, Ling'er had also finished picking the leaves of the spiritual roots.
She carefully carried all the necessary utensils and a small bronze tripod filled with spiritual spring water into the hall.
She placed it gently in front of Yun Zhongjun, then clapped her hands, breathed a sigh of relief, took out a cushion, and sat obediently beside Yun Zhongjun.
"The spiritual root in my backyard is called Xiantian Tea Tree. Although it is ranked as the lowest grade of Xiantian and does not produce fruit, the tea it produces has some magical effect of enlightenment."
As Yun Zhongjun spoke, his hands began to move.
He stretched out his hand and the bronze tripod floated in the air. A red lotus-like flame burned under the tripod. In a moment, the water in the tripod boiled and white mist swirled around.
With another gentle flick, the fire went out and the fog dissipated, and the tea leaves fell into six white jade cups. The boiling water in the cauldron also turned into six small silver snakes and flowed into the cups.
A few pieces of tea leaves stretch, rotate, sink, rise and sink again in the clear spiritual spring, up and down three times, the shadows of the buds and the light of the water, shining against each other.
After a while, the fragrance of the spiritual tea filled the hall. Before even tasting it, everyone could feel the mysterious Taoist essence.
Watching Yun Zhongjun's smooth movements, the three Taoists Fuxi, Yuchen and Changsheng also realized his hidden talent.
They didn't expect that boiling water could be so pleasing and elegant.
Yun Zhongjun pushed his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and the white jade teacups hovered in front of everyone one by one.
The four Taoists and Ling'er gently picked up the spiritual tea in front of them, took a sip, and Mingyu also took a small sip.
The tea tastes slightly bitter, but not astringent, and turns sweet after the bitterness. What’s even better is that this tea contains Taoist essence.
Fuxi Yuchen Changsheng and Ming Yufang swallowed the tea, then closed their eyes and entered a state of enlightenment.
Ling'er and Yun Zhongjun didn't feel anything, it was because they drank too much and became immune to it.
After a while, everyone woke up.
The three Taoists were somewhat shocked as they secretly realized that this sip of tea actually increased their cultivation by thousands of years and even improved their Dao!
This tea is amazing.
After Mingyu woke up, his cultivation level directly reached the Heavenly Stage Great Perfection, and he was one step closer to becoming a Golden Immortal.
Mingyu was delighted for a moment, because he had a premonition that when he reached the Golden Immortal realm, he would be able to transform!
"Daoyou, this tea tree is wonderful."
"That's right, you are really sincere, you didn't let me wait in vain."
Hearing the praises of the Taoists, Yun Zhongjun was also delighted.
He said modestly, "My fellow Taoists, thank you for your compliments. This spiritual tea is only most effective in the first sip. After that, it becomes less effective. If you drink too much, it won't be very effective."
After hearing this, everyone picked up their teacups and took a sip. It was indeed as expected. Although the profound Taoist essence was still there, the effect was much worse.
Then Yun Zhongjun said, "If you like, you can take some with you when you leave.
Although my tea tree only produces 3,000 leaves in 30,000 years, I have not been back for 200,000 years, so I think there are quite a few left."
He had sent a message to Ling'er and learned that Ling'er had picked and stored more than 15,000 pieces for him. He secretly praised her for being well-behaved and sensible.
As for why there are only more than 15,000, you don't have to guess to know that they were distributed to the mountain spirits and monsters in the cave, otherwise how could there be so many creatures with spiritual intelligence.
You don't really think this is the result of Yun Zhongjun's teaching, do you? He was free and undisciplined all year round, and even Ling'er's transformation was mostly achieved through her own practice. Apart from the initial teaching, Yun Zhongjun didn't give her any help.
Of course, if the innate tea tree in the backyard is not counted.
After learning that there was sufficient stock, Yun Zhongjun generously said that he would give each person 3,000 pieces of tea when they left.
All Taoists praised it.
As we drank the tea, the atmosphere emerged.
So the four Taoists directly started to discuss the unique skill passed down by the great god of ancient times - discussing Taoism.
In the hall,
A red cloud of celebration appeared above Yun Zhongjun's head, and a red gourd rolled in the cloud. Then the three flowers of heaven, earth and man bloomed, and the three flowers interpreted series of Taoist images, all of which turned into wind and clouds.
A green cloud of celebration appeared above Taoist Yuchen's head, and a seven-foot-long sword was prominently displayed. The three flowers representing the Taoist fruit displayed the brilliance of the sword path, and the runes of the formation could be vaguely seen.
A yellow cloud of celebration appeared above the head of Taoist Changsheng, with a spiritual book suspended in it. Three flowers were shining brightly on his head. Above the boundless earth, a towering tree stood. This was his Taoist statue.
Above Taoist Fuxi's head is a purple auspicious cloud. The magical treasure in the auspicious cloud is not the Bagua formation plate, but a five-stringed harp. The five strings, five colors, and three flowers play waves of music, with mysterious runes in between.
The other three Taoists were stunned for a moment when they first saw the five-stringed zither, and then they smiled.
Showing the fundamental truth in front of them shows that Fellow Daoist Feng Xi trusts them!
Well, I trusted her, but not completely.
Then the four mighty ones began to discuss the Dao, from the shallower to the deeper, from the easy to the difficult, step by step.
At first, each said:
You talk about the changing world, I understand the changing world;
You say that the sword is powerful, I say that the sword is powerful;
You say earth and wood create nature, I say land and wood create nature;
You talk about the music formation, I understand the music formation.
Then comes the dialectic:
The wind and clouds can be light or they can be treacherous.
When the sword is strong, be careful not to break it.
The earth and wood are alive and well, and they notice the withering of all things.
Harmonious music does not hinder killing and fighting.
Your words reveal infinite changes, and my words reveal the boundless truth.
The four Taoists discussed their hearts, their Taos collided with each other, they were harmonious yet different, and different within the same.
The sound of discussing Taoism spread throughout the main peak of Yunxia Cave.
The mountain spirits and wild monsters in Yunxia Cave Heaven obviously did not miss this opportunity.
They were either jumping, or flying at high speed, or winding forward and gathering under the main peak.
Inside the hall, Mingyu and Ling'er smiled and nodded from time to time as they listened to the simple part.
But the more difficult it became and the deeper they went, the more dizzy they became. Ling'er's delicate little face gradually became distorted and Mingyu's eyes gradually turned red.
Just when the two were about to give up, a breeze blew the two stubborn little guys out of the hall.
The palace door was closed, and the voices of discussion were trapped in the hall and could no longer be heard.
The mountain spirits and wild monsters under the main peak left long ago and are now quietly digesting the food in their respective territories. They seem quite content.
