A Tale of Two Phoenixes

Dai Daiqing's tiles and blue-white walls, emerald bamboo branches and handsome young men in white, everything in front of her eyes seemed to be cut off from the hustle and bustle of the earth, and she could only hear the sound of boiling water.

Whimpering and muttering, ceaselessly.

On the small red mud stove, although there was no green ant new wine, but the water in the purple sand pot tumbled, and white steam came out, but it was soon scattered in a green color.

The young monk who looked after the stove was wearing old white clothes, as if wearing a large piece of old moonlight, and holding the fan lightly. His drooping eyebrows softened the handsome lines on the face, and the size of the rice was a bit of rice. Zhu Sha Yanhong is quiet and beautiful.

The monk knelt on the blue stone slab under the bamboo forest, sitting quietly and leisurely on the blue stone floor under the bamboo forest. His expression was very focused, as if the water in the pot had been tumbling like this, and it would be tumbling like this all the time. The sound was the ultimate silence, and the arrival of the crowd had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care.

In this situation, the flames beating in the furnace were as if they had not been contaminated with smoke and dust, and the light was like a glass.

一切 Everything in front of me seems to be seen only in a dream. Everyone can't help slowing down, and some people even hold their breath involuntarily, lest the atmosphere will blow away the vision in front of them.

Wu Yuan coughed quietly and broke the silence, smiling gentlely: "Dear everyone, the place has arrived, please take your seat."

Everyone walked into the room as if they were awake at first. There were bamboo shades beside the seat to block the sun's rays. Wang Yizhi was two steps behind. Although he had staggered a bit before, his direction was quite different from others, because the white monk was the one he knew so well—silence.

He didn't know when Chu Yu was so familiar with Silence. Silence was easy-going, but he didn't like leaving the temple. Even he rarely asked Silence to leave the temple. However, the situation in front of him was clear. After listening to Chu Yu's arrangement, I boiled water here.

Although he did not know what the boiled water was for, Wang Yizhi didn't care about it, he was only curious, how exactly did Chu Yu please please? Although solitude is easy-going, but if he does not want to, he is intimidated by power, which may not be possible?

寂 The lonely look now and quietly does not seem to be robbed by people.

Question lingered in the heart of Wang Yi: How did Chu Yu move the silence?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, there was no difference in Wang Yi's face, and his expression could even be said to be calm and easy, and his eyes were shining with interest. He had thought that there would be no accidents other than the bamboo forest, but he was surprised that the bamboo forest would surprise him afterwards. He wanted to know what Chu Yu had to do outside of these hands.

Wang Xiang was sitting next to the case of Wang Yizhi, and after they were seated, a young servant in white clothes immediately ordered him to come out of the water, bring a rattan woven bowl, and the rattan bowl was cleaned. And in the cold spring water for a night of melons and fruits, the smooth skin is colorful and pleasant, when you pick it up, you can smell a sweet spring fragrance. It is cool and cold in a hot day, and a bite is full of crispness.

Wang Yizhi's house is also used to being rich and rich. Naturally, I know how this cold and cold fruit comes. Every winter, rich people will chisel or freeze ice and store it in the cellar at home for summer enjoyment, but use a lot of ice cubes. Coming to iced fruits instead of crushing ice directly to eat food is a bit extravagant.

The guests will soon be almost complete. Although there were some who were impatient to wait before leaving, but the uninvited guests filled the vacancies, so the table was not empty, and it was almost everyone. When they were all seated, they heard only a long distant piano sound, which sounded indistinctly. The sound seemed to come from the bamboo forest they passed by.

After the sound of the harp sounded on one side of the bamboo forest, the other side of the bamboo forest sang along.

Jain and the singing are not very clear, one east and one west, but they seem to be harmonious. When the piano is a little higher, the singing slows down, and when the singing is far away, the piano is inaudible.

No matter the sound of the piano or the song, the quietness of it is addictive, as if once again in the endless bamboo forest, there is no better place in the world than this.

"Zhanbi Qiao, green bamboo. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cut, such as learning, such as pondering ..." Wang Yizhi heard this song a little familiar, think of it carefully, only to remember that the master of the voice is actually with him The tolerance of one side, when he sang the chorus at this time, the tone was diffuse, but it seemed as if he was going to break away at any time.

"... Zhan Biqiao, green bamboo is like a cricket. There are bandit gentlemen, such as Jin Ruxi, such as Gui Ruyi ..." Repeated singing several times, the sound of the piano suddenly dropped, it almost became an orator for one person. He The sound of the sound in the bamboo forest is higher and higher, as if the wind is flying up and down, and when it reaches the highest point, the sound is dumb, but the sound of the piano sounds slightly at this time, gradually weakening, until No more noise, like an immortal from the rest of the world, rested in the bamboo forest, after the sound of long howling, and then flew away.

The piano sound stopped, and everyone gradually came back to God, but they just returned to God, and found that there was a strange fragrance permeating around them. It was not a floral scent or a usual incense. The aroma was a little clear and a little shallow. Shallow astringency, but so refreshing, with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, there is no trace of incongruity.

King Wang Xiang could not help but asked, "What kind of aroma is this?"

At this moment, Shi Yuan was walking towards Shi Ran silently, hearing the questioning, still walking slowly, walking side by side, "This is the fragrance of tea."

茶 "Tea?" Everyone was shocked, and even Wang Yizhi couldn't help but be surprised: "How can tea be so fragrant?"

At this time, when people drink tea, they almost boil the leaves and drink it. They also add sesame, salt, melons, peaches and other miscellaneous things to the tea. When Chu Yu first drank the tea here, she almost sprayed it out. Later, It became clear that tea at this time was very different from later generations, and after some opportunities, this idea came into being.

Yunyou Yuanyuan is a good poetry machine, but he wants more fame than to promote a culture that truly establishes his own irreplaceable position. At this time, the tea and wine are still in the primitive and elementary stage, and there is a lot of room for improvement. Whether it is real tea or distilled spirits, you can try to get out, but Chuyu is not a good wine, plus adding a group The drunk was not good for her, so she chose tea as her weapon, and used this seat to promote the tea culture she knew.

Whether it is a quiet bamboo forest, a leading scribe, a tea-making monk, or a choir singing, with more than ten centuries of aesthetic accumulation, combined with current popular concepts, Chu Yu has played Fengya to the extreme and made a show. pole.

The final preparation of tea for everyone was carried out by Yuan Yuan and Silent together. The tea in the fine white porcelain, the green tea was clear and clear, which was very different from the turbid tea soup. The tea was floating up and down. Floating with a few small pieces of tea is very ingenious and pleasant.

Wang Yizhi picked up the tea cup and took a small sip. He only felt the tea tasted lightly at the entrance, with a bit of astringency. He could make a half circle between the lips and teeth, but turned into a swirling lingering fragrance, obviously hot. Tea, but after entering the throat, I felt a clear and distant meaning slowly swinging away, the summer heat was gone.

Wang Yizhi squinted his eyes and sighed softly before turning to Yuan Yuan: "Is this the arrangement of Zi Chu? Wang Yizhi thought he had drank tea for more than 20 years, but now he feels that this is the first time he drank tea . "

Wang Xiang on the side was shocked: he got such a praise from Wang Yi, and the "Yu Zichu" who had not yet appeared, he would be famous tomorrow, with curiosity, he couldn't help but take a sip of Wang Yi's sip. At first, he disagreed, and after a while, he stopped.

The lid of the tea cup was set aside. Wang Yizhi seemed to have no intentions. He was not immersed in the fragrance of tea as other people. He lifted the lid to cover the tea cup, but only lifted it, but he saw the reverse side of the lid, which was around the axis. There are five characters written in circles, the writing is round and elegant, and the distance between two adjacent characters is almost the same. These five characters are: Ke, Yi, Qing, Xin, and Ye.

Wang Yizhi said softly, "Can you clear your heart?" You can clear your heart. These five characters are written on the lid of the tea cup.

此时 At this time, someone on the side noticed the words on the cover and said, "You can do it cleanly."

Another person continued, "You can also be pure."

Three different reading methods have aroused everyone's interest. After reading it again and again, I found that following a certain fixed direction, no matter which word begins, it is a complete and similar word.

Even though Wang Yi's eyes still had anxiety, he couldn't help smiling at the ingenuity.

Next, Chu Yu never appeared, but Wang Yizhi and Jing Ran talked with the guests. These two people were elegant and well-mannered. One of them was well-versed in the history of the scriptures, and one was well versed in Buddhism. There are involved, and some deep discussions, even more admired by everyone on the table.

Until the daylight of Xiguang, the people left reluctantly, although Chu Yu did not even show up at all, but the name of Yu Zichu has taken root in everyone's heart from now on.

Wang Wangxiang wanted to see what Yu Zichu was born with, and could not help asking Yuan Yuan before leaving: "Excuse me, where is the master Yu Zichu here?"

Before waiting for Yuan Yuan to answer, there was a celebrity laughing next to him: "Wang Xiang, are you vulgar? I will wait for the ride to come, and return as soon as possible. What is the relationship between seeing and not seeing Brother Chu?" People laughed so much that Wang Xiang was red on his face, and he did not dare to mention Chu Yu again.

Almost all the guests left, except for one person, who was Wang Yizhi. He walked at the end to see everyone leave, stood by the door, and turned to ask Yuan Yuan: "Where is the tolerance?"

When the choir was chorused previously, maybe others could n’t hear it, but he could hear it, and tolerate the last part of the song. The last pronunciation was not artificially interrupted, but seemed to be interrupted forcibly by some force. And the sound of the piano is not already arranged, but it is found out that it is not right, and acted on the opportunity.

What's wrong with Rong Zhi?

One of Wang Yi's questions has not been questioned until now, and he has been very patient.