"Master, didn't you teach me to be compassionate and to save others with a clear conscience?"
Monk Jingchen choked up and stammered, "That was what I, your master, taught you casually when I was confused. You don't have to take it to heart now. Just think about yourself."
Gu Mingtai smiled softly, "Master, I have always kept your words in mind and tried my best to do them. Now you want me to stop doing them. Aren't you making things difficult for me?" Monk Jingchen was so angry at his disciple's words that his face turned red.
At this moment, Mr. Liao stepped forward and patted Monk Jingchen on the shoulder. "Stinky monk, since they want to go, just let them go. At worst, we will stay outside and do our best to protect them. If they are really in danger in the dream, we can rescue them in an emergency."
Monk Jingchen, upon hearing this advice, immediately looked at him angrily and cursed, "Damn old Liao, they are not your relatives, so of course you are talking without any worries!"
Old Master Liao's face flushed as he pointed at him, "You stinky monk, I was trying to persuade you with good intentions, but you actually scolded me. Fine, I won't persuade you anymore, do whatever you want."
Seeing this, Gu Mingtai suddenly made up his mind and said, "Master, if you are unwilling to help us, we can break in by ourselves."
Upon hearing this, Monk Jingchen was so angry that his beard stood up, and he pointed at the two of them with a trembling finger, "You, you two, two bad guys, you, you will regret it!"
The young couple looked at him with a smile on their faces. After a while, Monk Jingchen, whose face was twisted with anger, suddenly sighed, "Alright, I'm scared of you two. I'll help you get in."
When the young couple heard what he said, they smiled at the same time.
Seeing their happy expressions, Monk Jingchen gnashed his teeth in anger. He stomped his feet and turned to look at Elder Dong. "If I want to enter these people's dreams, I have to set up a formation first. Prepare something for me!"
Elder Dong nodded immediately. "Of course, of course. Just tell me, I'll send someone to prepare it right away." Then, Monk Jingchen recited some instructions for setting up the formation. Elder Dong immediately sent someone out to prepare.
As soon as the people who had gone to prepare the tea had left, Monk Jingchen suddenly yawned and looked at Old Dong and said, "My great man, you are also a very important and powerful person in the capital. You must have a lot of good tea with you. Can you make some for us to try?"
"Master Jingchen!" Zhang Meng frowned. She really couldn't guess what this old monk was thinking.
Monk Jingchen waved his hand with a leisurely look on his face and said, "Don't be nervous. It's not good to be so nervous. Our main task now is to relax."
After saying this, Monk Jingchen immediately looked at Elder Dong again, "Is there any?"
The beard on the corner of Dong Lao's mouth twitched a few times, and finally he replied in a muffled voice, "Yes!"
Monk Jingchen clapped his hands happily and said, "That's great! Then make some for us to try."
In the end, Mr. Dong couldn't resist the shamelessness of Monk Jingchen, and with a slightly sour look on his face, he took the four of them to the tea room where they had drunk tea before to taste tea.
After brewing the tea, Mr. Dong poured a cup for each of the four people present.
As soon as Monk Jingchen took the teacup, he put it to his nose and sniffed it. Then he looked at Master Dong with a cheerful smile and said, "Good tea, it is indeed good tea."
After listening to this, Mr. Dong hummed softly, "Of course this is good tea. This is Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao. This Dahongpao grows high in the mountains and is picked before the first rays of the sun rise in the morning. How can it not be good?"
Monk Jingchen took a sip, an intoxicated expression on his face. He then looked at Zhang Meng and Gu Mingtai and urged, "What are you two daydreaming about? Drink up!"
Zhang Meng looked at the old man suspiciously, feeling that he had some conspiracy behind this.
"Drink!" Monk Jingchen urged.
The young couple finally took a sip of the tea in the cup one after another.
After watching the two of them drink it with his own eyes, Monk Jingchen took out two incense sticks from his bosom with a serious face.
He lit it in front of the couple.
Gu Mingtai saw the two incense sticks and was surprised. "Master, aren't these the two incense sticks you always treasure? How did you light them?"
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