White tea legend

Chapter 168 Captured in the Bandit’s Nest

Da Ci'en Temple has towering ancient trees and the sound of Sanskrit.

A young man in a gray cassock was making tea for the abbot.

He gently took out the charcoal fire, teapot and tea leaves, his movements skillful and dignified.

The charcoal fire crackled in the stove, the water in the teapot gradually boiled, the heat steamed, and the faint fragrance of tea floated away.

The abbot sat on the futon and closed his eyes slightly.

The young man was gentle and respectfully poured the first tea into the discarded water bowl. This was a sign of respect for the elders and a way to cleanse the world.

Then, he put the tea into the pot again. When the water temperature was moderate, he gently poured it into the cup. The tea took on an attractive amber color.

When the tea was cooked, the young man lowered his head and served it. The abbot took the tea cup. Their eyes met and everything was unspoken.

The fragrance of tea lingers, just like the boundless Buddha Dharma, which makes people feel in awe.

The abbot took a sip, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if it was recognition of the young man and praise of this peaceful time.

At this moment, there is no complicated reading of scriptures in Daci'en Temple, only tea smoke lingering gently, and with the warm sunshine of spring, it looks more peaceful and tranquil.

A sense of clarity surged in the young man's heart.

"Master Abbot, this disciple dreamed of the stone mountain and the fairy in green and white gradient clothes again last night..."

"So how are you doing?" Master Huiguang looked at the young man in front of him.

Although Hongjian was still wearing a cassock, his hair had grown very long.

"This disciple has returned to the secular world. We can no longer stay in Daci'en Temple and harass the Buddha and the abbot."

"So you still want to leave?"

"Ah."

Master Huiguang sighed. He didn't expect that he would not be able to retain this young man with excellent intelligence. For some people, the world of mortals is indeed more attractive.

"Since you have returned to secular life, you cannot rely on the Buddha. From now on, you have to rely on yourself." Master Huiguang said to Hongjian, "How do you plan to gain a foothold?"

"This disciple plans to open a teahouse in Chang'an City."

This was a business that had never been done before, but Hung Chien wanted to give it a try.

Apart from the tea-making skills he learned from his master at Longgai Temple, Hongjian had no other skills.

"It's just that we need funds to open a teahouse. I want to borrow money from Master Abbot first."

"Whatever you say about borrowing, the poor monk is willing to donate."

Opening a teahouse involves shop rent, decoration costs, tea and other commodity procurement, labor costs including wages of chefs, waiters and other employees, daily operating costs including charcoal, firewood, candles and oil lamps, ingredients, etc., and After the opening, Master Huiguang gave Hongjian a plate of Kaiyuan Tongbao to pay for taxes and miscellaneous fees. The pieces of silver collar were like silver ships parked on the plate.

Although Master Huiguang said it was a gift, Hongjian had already made up his mind that he would definitely pay it back when he made money from opening the teahouse.

Hongjian returned the cassock to Master Huiguang, put on a double-breasted cotton coat, put on a hat, and left the Great Ci'en Temple with the silver collars on his back.

By coincidence, I met Xie Qingzhou and Mu Bai outside the Daci'en Temple.

Good friends reunited again and cried with joy.

"I'm about to leave Chang'an. I came here to say goodbye to brother Hongjian." Xie Qingzhou said, putting his arm around Hongjian's shoulders.

Mu Bai led the horse and followed behind them.

In the suburbs, thousands of trees compete with each other for greenery. Surrounded by mountains and surrounded by white clouds.

In the fields, farmers are working, the cows are playing their flutes, and they are singing melodiously. Orioles sing in the green willows, purple swallows fly in pairs, and butterflies wear flowers, all of which are included in the painting. The stream is gurgling, the blue waves are rippling, and the weeping willows are reflected in it. The fragrance of flowers overflows, the wind carries it thousands of miles, and butterflies dance from time to time, just like heaven and earth.

The figures of the two young people in this beautiful picture have become an even more beautiful scenery.

"Brother, I haven't left Da Ci'en Temple for a long time. Why are you still in Chang'an City now?"

"I was ill, so I was delayed." Hongjian was shocked and didn't know what illness Xie Qingzhou had.

"Obsession, but brother Hongjian, don't worry, I have been cured by a miracle doctor."

"Oh." Hongjian breathed a sigh of relief.

Mentioning the lady who is a miracle doctor, Xie Qingzhou became more energetic and said to Hongjian: "Perhaps this illness is all to fulfill your fate, brother."

Hongjian was puzzled.

Xie Qingzhou said: "Brother Hongjian loves tea, and this lady, the miracle doctor, also loves tea, so I came to Da Ci'en Temple to tell brother Hongjian that I have mentioned you, brother Hongjian, in front of the lady, the miracle doctor. Now that my brother has left Da Ci'en Temple, why not go to Lu Yu Thatched Cottage to talk to White Snake."

"Brother, can you accompany me?"

"No, I have found my own value and am going to save my relationship with Buddha."

Xie Qingzhou said goodbye to Hongjian.

The two sides crossed their arms and said goodbye to each other.

Watching Xie Qingzhou's master and servant mount their horses and leave, Hongjian picked up the silver ingot on his shoulder and prepared to enter the city.

As dusk grew darker, a group of thieves on horseback appeared in the sky like ghosts.

They wore black robes, held long knives, and had cold and ruthless eyes.

The sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder, and the sound was astonishing.

This group of thieves galloped across the wilderness. Wherever they passed, dust was flying and the vegetation was covered with soldiers.

Their goal is unknown, but their appearance undoubtedly brings endless fear and uneasiness to the peaceful little village.

The thieves rushed into the village with impunity, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of crimes. They set fire to the villagers' houses, causing smoke and smoke to billow into the sky. The villagers were terrified and fled in all directions, crying and shouting in chaos.

These lawless thieves not only robbed property, but also committed violence against villagers. They wielded their sharp blades and cut countless people, and their blood stained the ground red. Raping women is a heinous act.

The villagers were unable to resist and could only watch their homes being destroyed. Their hearts were filled with despair and helplessness, with tears streaming down their faces, praying to the sky for a miracle.

However, the thieves did not stop. They robbed all the villagers' food, even poultry and livestock. They threw bags of grain onto their horses while laughing at the villagers' helplessness.

In the end, the thieves returned with their loads, leaving the village in shambles.

The villagers knelt on the ground, heartbroken. Their tears mixed with blood and seeped into the soil, turning into endless sorrow.

……

The robber's den on the mountain is surrounded by steep cliffs.

In the night, a fire was lit, lighting up the entire valley, and the thieves sat around, drinking, eating, singing, dancing, and laughing.

The young man tied to a pillar was Hongjian.

Hongjian opened his eyes and found that he was tied up in the bandit's den.

He looked around and saw several bandits teasing a captive woman.

The woman was in ragged clothes, her face was pale, and her eyes were full of fear and despair. Her cries hurt people's hearts, but the bandits didn't care, and instead became even more excited.

They grabbed the woman's arms and said nasty words.

The woman struggled to escape, but was held tightly by them.

Her eyes revealed endless sorrow and helplessness, and she was looking in Hongjian's direction.

Hongjian was filled with anger, and he tried hard to break free from the rope and save the woman. However, his efforts were in vain as the ropes tightly bound his body, preventing him from moving.

He watched helplessly as the bandits violently assaulted the woman, but he was unable to do anything.

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