Just as the group was about to follow the young Taoist priest into the Wong Tai Sin Temple, they were deeply attracted by the magnificent and solemn archway, especially the lifelike golden dragons on both sides of the top, which were particularly eye-catching.
"Dad! Is that a dragon?" Mo Honghan widened his eyes in Lilia's arms, pointing his little hand at the carved golden dragon, with a hint of joy and a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Tangyuan! This is an animal in ancient Chinese mythology, the dragon. It is an image carved by people based on their own imagination..." As a top student in school, Wang Jun immediately gave his good brother some popular science knowledge.
"Xiaojun is right, but I want to tell you, no matter what you do in the future, no matter where you are, you must remember that you are descendants of the dragon."
Mo Zhexuan nodded, then stretched out his right hand and touched the heads of Wang Jun and Mo Honghan respectively, and then spoke his true feelings earnestly.
Although he had become a fund manager in an investment bank in the United States in his previous life, as a yellow person, discrimination was everywhere. Along the way, he had suffered countless contempts and sarcasm before he finally had a place in the United States.
It is precisely because I have experienced all kinds of unfairness and exclusion in a foreign country that I am full of nostalgia and gratitude for my motherland and hometown. I understand that only when my country is strong can I win respect in a foreign country.
"Brother Mo! Don't worry! I will keep your words in mind." Wang Jun looked serious and nodded solemnly.
"Dad! I will definitely remember it too." Mo Honghan didn't quite understand what was just said, but he still kept it in mind seriously.
"What a descendant of the dragon! If all Chinese people had a sense of patriotism, why would we worry about China's prosperity?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an old Taoist priest wearing a white Taoist robe, a bun on his head, and holding a pornographic book in his hand walked out of the pavilion on the right.
The old Taoist priest had white hair and a youthful face, and looked to be at least eighty years old. He had an otherworldly aura that was particularly attractive, and his eyes were shining as he stared at Mo Zhexuan's every move.
"Disciple Changfeng pays homage to Master Yunfeng!"
The young Taoist priest felt very excited. He quickly covered his right hand with his left hand, bent down and bowed respectfully.
Mo Zhexuan's eyes narrowed, and he was slightly startled in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm. He clasped his fists slightly, and said with a smile on his face:
"Master Yunfeng! I've long heard of your name. My name is Mo Zhexuan."
The old Taoist was slightly startled when he heard this. He seemed to have heard this name before, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. Then he said with a smile on his face:
"Mr. Mo! Meeting is fate. Could we have some tea in the pavilion?"
"Master, you're welcome! It's my honor."
Mo Zhexuan nodded with a smile, turned around and said to the people behind him:
"Lilia! Jiahui! Brother Wang! You go and visit first. I'll chat with this master and then meet up with you."
"Then we might as well wait for you at Kongdao Gate," said Guan Jiahui.
"OK!"
"Changfeng! Take these guests to visit the Wong Tai Sin Temple and give them a detailed introduction to the history of each branch..."
The old Taoist priest immediately gave instructions to the young Taoist priest with a kind look.
After everyone left, Mo Zhexuan, led by the old Taoist priest, walked into an ancient and elegant six-character pavilion.
The top of the pavilion is orange-red and hexagonal, with dragon heads made of glazed tiles on the six corners, which is very lifelike.
The eaves of the pavilion are built with white glazed tiles, which are particularly eye-catching under the sunlight. The lower part of the pavilion is composed of six fiery red stone pillars, which are full of historical atmosphere.
After the two of them sat down on the stone bench, the old Taoist priest took out a small and exquisite cup from the coffee table, raised the teapot with his right hand, filled it with tea, and quickly handed it over.
"Mr. Mo! Are you coming?"
"Thank you, Master Yun!"
Mo Zhexuan was not polite either. He gently picked up the teacup and smelled it. He immediately felt a strong fragrance. He took a sip and felt refreshed and warm all over his body.
I couldn't help but admire:
"Great tea! It's long and pleasant on the palate, with a sweet and refreshing aroma filling my mouth. This is the first time I've had this kind of tea. Master, could you please tell me the origins of this tea?"
"This is the Phoenix tea I planted myself. If you like it, Mr. Mo, I'll ask my apprentice to send you some later."
The old Taoist's eyes were like eyes of fire and gold as he carefully examined Mo Zhexuan's face, his expression very intriguing.
"Could it be Phoenix Tea, one of the four famous teas? It's worth a fortune! I don't dare take it. Would you be grateful if you could sell me some?"
After becoming a billionaire, Mo Zhexuan attached great importance to quality of life. He had tasted countless kinds of famous teas, but the tea he drank today really surprised him.
Phoenix tea is one of the "Four Famous Teas" grown in Hong Kong during the Ming Dynasty. The other three are Mengshan tea, Dangan tea and Qingming tea from Zhuzailin, Dalan.
Since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, these kinds of tea have disappeared from the market and have become legends. Unexpectedly, they have reappeared in the world today.
"Yes! This is Phoenix Tea. I'll give you some. If you feel bad about it, please donate some money to the Wong Tai Sin Temple," said the old Taoist priest.
"That's fine."
“...........”
After chatting about all sorts of things, the two of them unknowingly developed a closer relationship, and the conversation turned to some strange stories and Feng Shui gossip.
"Mo Sheng! According to your birth date and face readings, you suffered a calamity when you were nineteen, a disaster that would have claimed your life. Your face reveals this, and the faint trace of death between your brows confirms this. But now the death aura is almost dissipating, and a noble aura soaring into the sky is overwhelming you. In ancient times, this was the aura of an emperor..."
The old Taoist priest had a solemn look on his face, with a hint of doubt and shock in his deep eyes. He calmly expressed his opinion.
"Master! You're exaggerating! How can it be so mysterious?"
Mo Zhexuan's hair stood on end at this time, because what the other party said was exactly right.
When he was nineteen years old, he learned from his original body's memory that just after he was admitted to Hong Kong University, he accidentally fell into the sea during a trip, and it ended up being his loss.
"Alas... I have seen countless people with my eyes, and I have rarely made a mistake. Fate is something that is determined at birth for most people, but some people cannot see through it. The woman who came with you, judging by her face, is actually impossible to have children in her lifetime, but unexpectedly she is pregnant..."
The old Taoist priest analyzed the people he had just seen one by one and found that the changes in their fate were all related to the young man in front of him.
"So what will happen to my life?"
Mo Zhexuan's mind is in turmoil right now. He knows Guan Jiahui's fate, which can be said to be a very unfortunate one.
After being abandoned by several men, she never got married. Although she had billions of assets, she was lonely and helpless all her life and had no descendants.
"You may be rich beyond words, and may be as wealthy as a nation, but you must always love your country, otherwise you will be ruined and doomed."
"I will definitely keep it in mind."
“...........”
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