Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(21)

The visitor was dressed in civilian clothes, with a pair of handmade cloth shoes under his feet, and a walking stick with a dragon head in one hand. His sparse gray hair was tied into a bun on the top of his head, and a wooden hairpin was inserted horizontally between his hair.

This dress is not too rare in most Taoist temples in China, but it is a bit rare in foreign countries.

The rare old man staggered to the door poking his cane, stood outside the threshold, and coughed in a deep voice: "Is it Young Master Zhang Shaochun? Long time no see, who did you invite back? "

It was the first time Fang Yanchu heard Xiao Zhang's name during this journey. Kong Qu was either called Xiao Zhang in front of him, or he was called Xiao Zhang's foreign name.

"Hey." Under Fang Yanchu's teasing gaze, Kong Qu scratched his head and smiled honestly.

Either he didn't know Xiao Zhang's real name, or he was reluctant to let his employees have a relationship with Fang Yanchu.Fang Yanchu was a sage of the Dao of Heaven, and he was on the side of the Dao of Heaven. What good would it be good for Dao of Heaven to remember his real name?

It's better not to owe money to others, but to heaven...it's best not to owe anything to heaven, just hide and go when you meet.

"You're really protecting your weaknesses." With a casual tease, Fang Yanchu can be regarded as taking it lightly.

"We people have lived for so many years, and we can't get rid of the entanglement with the way of heaven. But I think Xiao Zhang is quite clean." Kong Qu narrowed his eyes and looked at a distance behind Zhang Chenguang. There are only relatives and friends in the causal line, not so much mess."

"Ordinary people of the seventh generation?" Ji Qianshan couldn't see the causal line, but it didn't prevent him from moving forward. After taking a look, he immediately retracted to Fang Yanchu's side, and sighed, "That's not easy."

In this world, there are very few people who can really spend their lives in an ordinary way, neither enmity nor kindness.

Not to mention the Seventh World?

After all, is it not a kind of luck to live an ordinary life?

A sage of heaven and earth, the first peacock in the world, and a fierce creature full of evil spirits sighed at the same time: Ordinary, it is so difficult.

As Zhang Shaochun's direct boss, Kong Qu has always been considerate of his employees, especially Xiao Zhang, who is likely to help him find the essence of the East China Sea, and protects him even more: "So, such a precious person, let us Just don't send him under Tiandao's nose, right? Brother Fang?"

"That's not up to me." Fang Yanchu smiled slightly, noncommittal.

The Essence of the East China Sea is a sacred object of heaven and earth, and it is also stipulated by the Dao of Heaven that the four holy objects cannot be gathered together, but what Kong Qu has to do now is to gather the four holy objects into one.By that time, Zhang Shaochun, as the first collector of sacred objects, could not be ordinary even if he thought about it.

Unless Zhang Shaochun is completely wiped out now.

"Master Fang." When Zhang Shaochun saw the old man, he immediately went up to meet him. He walked out of the threshold and helped him in with his crutches. "Come in quickly, and be careful of the steps."

Zhang Shaochun helped the old man walk two steps slowly, and put him on the sofa next to him: "Master Fang, sit down, and I will make tea for you."

Ever since he entered the door, Kongqu had been watching his trembling steps with an "Aiyo Aiyo" expression on his face, and while watching him walk tremblingly, he poked Fang Yanchu's arm in a low voice: "Ah, brother Fang, this old man is just like you!" A surname, isn’t it a descendant of one of your disciples and grandchildren?”

Fang Yanchu cast a look on his gloating face and ignored him.On the contrary, Ji Qianshan pouted his lips in displeasure: "Which other apprentices has Master accepted besides me?"

"No, nothing else." Even if he lost his memory, Fang Yanchu dared to say with certainty that he had confiscated other apprentices.

He had no intention of accepting apprentices in the first place, Ji Qianshan was purely an accident, so it didn't take long for him to accept him.And Fang Yanchu can also guarantee that he will never accept a second apprentice in the future.

One Ji Qianshan is already exhausting enough, another one is too much for him.

Next time you go to Lanruo Temple, you must ask Zhiqing, are the apprentices he took in as difficult as Ji Qianshan?

Kong Qu answered the phone and proved his innocence: "I've seen him take you in for thousands of years, and I thought he didn't take in an apprentice. So this old man can't be your descendant, Brother Fang, right? ——Probably not? Didn’t you have a Taoist companion a thousand years ago…”

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Fang Yanchu subconsciously glanced at Ji Qianshan's suddenly changed face, his heart turned cold, and a trace of despair appeared on his immobile face."I forgot," he said.

The three of them talked and laughed here as if no one was there, leaving the old man surnamed Fang alone.The old man stood in front of the sofa, tremblingly pointing at the upright seat where Fang Yanchu was sitting: "Boy, stand up."

Fang Yanchu calmly sat on the right seat without moving, took the teacup handed over by Ji Qianshan and gently flicked the froth, the tea fragrance overflowed from the cup, covering the sky-high priced tea that Zhang Shaochun held out Strictly.

"Master Shaochun, it's not that the old man is talkative, but your family needs to be disciplined. Don't young people nowadays even know how to respect the old and love the young?" He stomped on the faucet's cane, angrily turned the conversation to Zhang Shaochun, " Also, doesn't the young master know the rule that you can't be partial to two guests in the same scene? Why did you serve two tea leaves?"

Apart from his love of playing, Xiao Zhang is a serious and honest child. He also saw that the good tea that he cherishes as a treasure is not as good as the one brought by Ji Qianshan and the others, so he felt embarrassed to the old man. He smiled: "Didn't Master Fang like to drink our family's Wangshan Yunwu the most?"

"I want the same tea as them."

"Qian Shan gave him some." Fang Yanchu stood still and watched him angrily brush off the teacup in front of him, and then looked at the sulking look of the seat he was sitting on, and pointed to the glass bottle in Ji Qianshan's hand, He said in a slightly higher voice, "If you don't mind the small things fried at home, master, you can try it."

This is fried by the current head of Lingyun Temple himself, and there is only such a can in the whole world.Others are useless, the effect of scraping oil is not as good as jasmine tea, but it is fragrant.

The fragrance of the brewed tea wafted for miles, and whenever Fang Yanchu took out the tea, the great monk Zhiqing would willingly give him some good things in exchange, so he would go back with handfuls of tea leaves.

Ji Qianshan stingily squeezed the tweezers and threw two into the old man's cup, and said with a smile on his face while throwing: "The master is over a hundred years old, don't always be limited by your appetite, Too much thinking is not conducive to practice."

He had a tender face, and he looked about seventeen or eighteen years old at most. With his red mouth and white teeth, he smiled like this, saying that the old man was too old and his cultivation level was too low, so angry that the master couldn't breathe smoothly.

Before Zhang Shaochun could react, Ji Qianshan had already finished speaking and left. He hurried up to give the master a sigh of relief: "Master Fang, don't be angry, take care of your health. It's my fault, I didn't introduce it at the beginning. This is Master Fang Yuan, Feng Shui Kanyu Master Fang, our courtyard was designed by Master Fang."

After introducing the old man, he introduced three people, Fang Yanchu: "Master Fang, this is the boss of our company—Boss Kong Qukong. The person sitting in the main seat is the boss' friend Mr. Fang Yanchu, who also has research in Feng Shui, and he is next to him." apprentice."

"Mr. Fang has a good name."

"Master Fang didn't give in too much."

Not sure if it was true or not, the two surnamed Fang began to compliment each other on each other's name.

"A poor Taoist has a radius, and a Taoist name. I don't know if a fellow Taoist has a Taoist name?"

Fang Yuan's question is indeed on the point. To a monk, the Taoist name is like a business card, and it has been registered with Tiandao.There may be tens of thousands of squares in the entire monastic world, but there is only one rule in the Dao of Heaven.

Anyone with a little reputation has a Taoist name, for example, Lu Jingqiao's Taoist name is Yinxi, Zheng Dongjian's Taoist name is Hanqing, each has its own background.

"There is no dao name." Fang Yanchu shook his head and said.

Fang Yanchu really doesn't have a dao name, it's not because he's not famous enough, but because he didn't pay much attention when the world first opened.There are only a few who can breathe, and everyone is like neighbors in the neighborhood. They are all acquaintances, so there is no need to give yourself a false name.

"Hmph." Hearing that Fang Yanchu didn't have a Daoist title, Ji Jiren raised his head even higher.Kong Qu couldn't suppress the demonic nature in his heart, and maliciously thought what he would do if he raised his head too far and broke his spine.

"Unknown junior." Said the real person.

"Master Fang," Zhang Shaochun tugged on the sleeve of the real man with a look of embarrassment, reminding him not to be so crazy.The master invited by their family has real skills, but he has a high self-esteem, and when he is older, everyone thinks he is a junior. He is afraid that his master will kick the iron plate one day, "My boss and the others are here. Tourists, just come to play with stones at home."

The implication is that people are not here to grab business, so put away your hostility.

But Fang Yuan's competitive spirit has been aroused by Ji Qianshan's few words. In Fang Yuan's eyes, this group of people not only commented on his Feng Shui bureau, but also ridiculed him for his age and low cultivation level, which is an unforgivable crime.

He raised his head high and spoke with his chin: "Since they are here to play with stones, let the old man lead the way. Young master Shaochun can rest at home. I will take them to the stone market."

Zhang's house is a typical quiet place, not far from the city center, and only ten minutes' drive from the noisy Gambling Stone Market. The tea in Fang Yanchu's hand was still warm when he got out of the car.

The management of the stone gambling market is also good. Anyone who enters must register and check their certificates. Those who have a domestic ID card will get admission discounts, and those who do not have an ID card can also enter with a passport.

The real person took the lead, everyone in the stone gambling market knew him, just brushed his face, Kong Qu and Ji Qianshan entered the venue normally holding their passports.

After all three people had entered, Fang Yanchu slowly took out his passport and pushed it in front of the registered person.Unexpectedly, the person who registered pushed back without even looking at it, and said firmly, "They can all enter, but you cannot enter."

Kong Quxin asked why, my brother Fang's image is not much better than that old man in front?

Thinking in his heart, he looked back, and saw Fang Yanchu's immortal demeanor, with "I'm very knowledgeable" written on the left face and "You have to pay" written on the right face.

God, Brother Fang, this family would be a fool if they let you in.