"Who are you?" Lin Dong smiled slightly, standing with his hands behind his back.
He never paid much attention to those who were deliberately mysterious.
If you are strong enough, what do you have to fear from all kinds of demons and monsters?
"Mr. Lin, I apologize for disturbing you. I am here late at night to discuss something with you." The old Taoist in blue cupped his hands in a Taoist salute.
"What is it?"
"Mr. Lin, would you mind offering me a cup of tea? How about we come inside and have a long talk?"
Lin Dong frowned slightly, finding the old Taoist blocking his way increasingly strange, but judging from his appearance, he showed no malice whatsoever.
Lin Dong's Black Gold Eye turned on and off just now, but it didn't detect anything unusual.
This old Taoist priest has such a clean background?
"Please, Taoist Master." Lin Dong returned the Taoist greeting with a cupped hand and stepped forward.
......
Not far beyond the thick fog lies Lin Dong's home on Hong Kong Island: 66 Deep Water Bay Road.
Lin Dong led the old Taoist in blue into the villa and they sat down in a tea room in a side hall.
Boil water, wash cups, make tea...
From the moment they entered the room, the two of them did not utter a single word to each other.
Lin Dong carefully boiled water and brewed tea, while the old Taoist sat upright, smiling silently.
The two of them seemed to be tacitly adhering to some mysterious rule.
Ten minutes later, Lin Dong finished brewing the first round of tea: "This is Taihe tea, produced in Wudang. Please, Daoist Master."
The old Taoist priest in green picked up his teacup: "Wudang Taihe Tea? I've heard that this tea is also known as Qianlin, and that drinking more of it can cleanse the mind and cure diseases. Excellent!"
The two raised their glasses and drank together.
The tea is sweet and mellow on the palate, and the lingering fragrance fills the tea room...
"The tea has been tasted. Daoist, may we get straight to the point?" Lin Dong stopped brewing tea after the third round of tea.
"This humble Taoist comes from the Chinese community in Indonesia, and my Taoist name is Qingxuan." The old Taoist bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Daoist Qingxuan. May I ask the purpose of your visit tonight?" Lin Dong returned the greeting.
"Mr. Lin, have you ever heard of the '97 Feng Shui Killing Formation'?"
"The 1997 Feng Shui Killing Formation?" Lin Dong asked in surprise.
"Exactly."
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