The stall is ready, but the customers haven't logged on yet.
Lu Wu felt drowsy as she smelled the sandalwood scent wafting from Tianfo Temple.
After the demon-sealing array was activated, many worshippers chose to wait half a month before visiting Tianfo Temple to worship Buddha, resulting in fewer visitors.
Meanwhile, those who practice asceticism are still struggling to climb the mountain.
Bored, Lu Wu rested her chin on her hand and stared blankly. Da Huang and Huo Huo both disliked this sealed environment and preferred to stay in the cave rather than come out.
They waited and waited, and the sun was high in the sky, but the road up the mountain was still deserted.
The temple bell rang again behind them, and a moment later, a monk came out with a broom and began sweeping the floor.
He was an elderly monk.
With a gray beard and wearing a faded white robe, he gently swept the fallen leaves together.
This guy is clearly a high-level sweeping monk with ten years of experience.
The sweeping monk noticed Lu Wu's presence but did not interact with her, focusing solely on sweeping.
After the fallen leaves were swept away, the ground became clean.
It wasn't until the old monk finished his work that Lu Wu took the initiative to invite him.
"Master, you look tired from all the work. Would you like a cup of milk tea to quench your thirst?"
Lu Wu pointed to the signboard: "Whatever you want to drink, just order whatever you like."
Only then did the old monk look at Lu Wu properly. He stood at a distance, looking at Lu Wu's stall, his face expressionless.
"What is milk tea?"
He posed a profound question to Lu Wu.
This novel phenomenon had never appeared in the Qingyuan Realm before. Despite the old monk's seemingly serious demeanor, he was actually quite apprehensive inside.
He was assigned to sweep the floor at the entrance because he didn't like staying in the temple chanting scriptures.
He contracted the entrance to the temple so that he could interact and talk more with the worshippers.
Older people can't stand being alone.
He became curious when he saw the stall.
But he had never heard of milk tea or any of those strange names, which made him feel alienated from the world.
I dared not ask, for fear of being ridiculed.
"It's a mixture of milk, tea, and sugar."
"I recommend this 'beaten lemon tea.' Although it doesn't contain milk, a cup in the morning can refresh you."
"Young people love to drink it, Master, why don't you give it a try?"
The "overnight lemon beaten tea," a recommendation from Lu Wu, caught the attention of the old monk.
He walked over with a broom, his gaze sweeping across the entire stall. After staring at the prices for a while, he nodded.
"Okay, have a drink."
Two mid-grade spirit stones per cup, a bit pricey.
So he wanted to see how this overnight lemon would get a beating.
Lu Wu was very happy to have finally attracted a customer.
She quickly got to work.
The ingredients for this lemon-beating topping are very simple: mainly black tea leaves, lemons, and natural fruit honey.
Lu Wu also prepared some small limes to enhance the flavor of the fruit tea.
After boiling the water, Lu Wu put the black tea into it to brew.
Black tea not only has a beautiful and attractive color, but also has a natural and rich aroma, much like the fragrance of flowers.
As the hot water is poured in, the aroma of the black tea begins to rise gradually.
With just a pot of black tea, the old monk's usually carefree gaze began to focus.
"Your black tea is quite special."
The old monk was implying something.
Lu Wu smiled, her lips pursed. This black tea was a natural spiritual tea that she had specially purchased from those "tool people," and it contained abundant spiritual energy.
Even within the demon-sealing array, the aroma of the red tea, nourished by spiritual energy, is enough to soothe the soul.
Amidst the swirling tea smoke, Lu Wu took out some leftover lemon slices from the previous day.
Lu Wu was honest and insisted that if he was using overnight lemons, he would use the real thing.
The lemons here are large and heavy, but the peel is very thin and they are full of juice.
Each lemon slice was cut to a suitable thickness, and Lu Wu placed them in a metal pitcher, adding some ice cubes and two small limes cut in half.
Then she took out a stick and, under the old monk's curious gaze, inserted it into the pot and began to pound it forcefully.
Da da da!
The sounds of impact rang out one after another.
A body nourished by spiritual energy is truly different; when it exerts its strength, it becomes incredibly powerful.
The orange-yellow lemons were violently destroyed by Lu Wu in the pot, and the juice began to be squeezed out, while some of the ice cubes were also broken.
The unique fragrance of lemon in the air grew stronger.
Lu Wu's arm muscles finally had a place to shine, and she began to flaunt her beauty to her heart's content.
Surprisingly, the process was quite stress-relieving.
Lu Wu got carried away and started smashing things with his sleeves, making the whole stall shake.
"Please be gentle, please be gentle."
The old monk couldn't bear to watch the lemon being tortured.
"Cough, it'll be ready soon."
Lu Wu gave a dry laugh and proceeded to the next steps.
First, add honey to increase the sweetness. By this time, the black tea is also ready.
Lu Wu poured the black tea into a large barrel equipped with an array to cool it down. Once cooled, Lu Wu poured it into the Lemon Beating Pot and added some ice.
In front of the old monk, Lu Wu shook himself.
The sound of ice hitting metal is crisp and pleasant.
The lemon tea making was nearing completion, and the little monk who had gone in to report the news earlier came out again from behind the temple gate.
He stood at the doorway, peeking out with a suspicious look in his eyes as he looked at Lu Wu.
At first, after he told his senior brother that a bad woman might have come to the temple, his senior brother was very nervous and said he would continue to report it.
But when he described the bad woman's appearance and the stall, the senior brother seemed to have drunk the finest nectar and suddenly became energetic.
She even mysteriously pulled him aside and said that this bad woman wasn't bad at all.
They even exchanged a Buddhist scripture with him, asking him not to tell the rest of the temple about the news.
The little monk couldn't understand.
Could it be that my senior brother and this wicked woman are in cahoots?
As the most outstanding Buddhist disciple in the temple today, my senior brother should not betray Tianfo Temple.
He doesn't understand the adult world.
He will protect Tianfo Temple in his own way.
The first thing he had to do was to keep an eye on this wicked woman; he believed that no demon or monster could escape his watchful eye.
Little did he know that as soon as he came out, he saw that the sweeping uncle had been won over by the bad woman and had even bought some lemon tea from her.
What kind of good person can a shop owner who sells leftovers be?
"Master, your 'beating lemon tea' is ready."
In the crystal glass, pale red lemon tea sways gently, ice cubes colliding and pressing against each other, forming a layer of frost on the glass's surface.
She's very good-looking.
The old monk took it, and a faint coolness spread from the cup, instantly clearing his mind.
He lowered his head and tentatively took a sip.
As people get older, they become more health-conscious.
The old monk, who hadn't had iced drinks in the morning for a long time, was jolted awake by the coolness.
Once the body adjusted to the coolness, the accompanying sweet, sour, and slightly bitter taste made the old monk feel as if he were floating on clouds.
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