"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, he saw a man in a white Taoist robe walking out of the pavilion on the right.
An old Taoist priest with a bun on his head and holding a pornographic book in his hand.
The old Taoist priest has white hair and a youthful face, and looks to be at least eighty years old.
There is an otherworldly aura about her that is particularly attractive.
His eyes flashed with brilliance as he watched 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 shocked in his heart, but he appeared calm on the surface.
He clasped his fists slightly and said with a smile:
"Master Yunfeng! I've long heard of your name. My name is Mo Zhexuan."
The old Taoist priest was slightly stunned when he heard this, as if he had heard this name before.
But he just couldn't remember it for a moment, and 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:
"Jiahui! Xiaowei! Peizhen! 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 benches, the old Taoist priest took out a small and exquisite cup from the coffee table.
He 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 and gently picked up the teacup and smelled it.
I immediately smelled a strong fragrance, took a sip, and felt refreshed and warm all over my body.
I couldn't help but admire:
"Great tea! The sip is long and pleasant, with a sweet and refreshing taste filling the mouth.
This is the first time I’ve tasted this kind of tea. Master, could you please tell me the origin 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 to take it. Would you be grateful if you could sell me a little bit?"
After becoming a billionaire, Mo Zhexuan has attached great importance to quality of life.
He had tasted countless different 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 Zhuzilin, Dalan.
Since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, these kinds of tea have disappeared from the market.
It has long been a legend, but unexpectedly it has 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 everything under the sun, their relationship improved unknowingly.
The topic gradually shifted from daily trivialities to more profound areas, including strange stories and feng shui gossip.
Mo Zhexuan had been quite knowledgeable in his two lives, but this conversation with the Taoist master made him feel that his knowledge was far from enough.
The master explained the mysteries of Feng Shui and fate in an easy-to-understand way, which benefited Mo Zhexuan a lot.
I understood many truths that I had never touched before, and gained a deeper understanding of life.
No wonder so many learned people eventually choose to become monks.
In this world, people are always bound by various desires and troubles, and it is difficult to find inner peace.
For many people, the pursuit of inner peace may be more important than the pursuit of material wealth.
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