Most of the peonies in Baoguo Temple had already passed their flowering period, so the two types of peonies, Yao, Huang, Wei, and Zi, no longer competed for beauty. Only a few relatively mediocre peonies were still blooming, such as the Mo Kui peonies that hid flowers in the leaves, which reduced their charm. However, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The peonies in Baoguo Temple could still be considered splendid compared to Beiliang Palace. Just walking around the temple and admiring the scenery took up three and a half hours. There was still some time before lunch, so the group of people sipped tea in an elegant meditation room. It was clearly a temple, but the one brewing the tea was a graceful Taoist nun. The Emperors of the two dynasties all worshipped Taoism, following the example of their superiors and subordinates. Zhuang Lao Xue also said that tea was an important topic for the scholars of Gangnam-do. Many women of aristocratic families had the habit of devoting themselves to Huang Lao Xue's elegance. However, it was still somewhat strange for a Taoist nun to appear in the meditation room. She was about thirty years old, with red cheeks, long eyebrows, and blue eyebrows. She looked very much like a Taoist cultivator.
Xu Huipong could be considered Hsu Fengnian's close friend. Probably because the two women were both widows, they had gotten closer over the years. Perhaps this Taoist nun loved the house and its crow, so she was quite polite to Hsu Fengnian. Although she did not speak much while brewing tea, most of her time was spent exchanging pleasantries with Xu Weixiong. Occasionally, her gaze would meet His Royal Highness, and she would smile. The teapot was an exquisite tin bottle. It was expensive because it was tightly sealed, and the nature of tin was similar to the nature of tea. Before storing it, the large bottle was filled with water and the small bottle was blown to test for leakage. She looked like an expert in the way of tea. How could a layman like her understand these things? She only thought about how to make the jade more expensive. The teapot was a simple and unadorned style.
She saw Hsu Fengnian staring at the teapot, so she explained, "My father came across this when he was young and went to the Two Zen Temples to listen to the teachings of the eminent monks. He took the mud from the hands of a monk who had been farming all year round and sank it to the bottom of a vat. He followed the pattern of the gall of a gingko tree in the Two Zen Temples and carved it into it. Later, for some unknown reason, it spread. The name of the pot came from 'Hiding one's fingerprints can welcome spring'. However, in Yangzhou's ordinary wintering pots, the mud and sand are all dug from the head of the Yangxi River. "
Xu Zhihu was trying hard to insert a peony into Hsu Fengnian's hair bun, but Hsu Fengnian would rather die than comply. The brother and sister went back and forth, but Xu Zhihu, who had not succeeded in the end, panted and laughed, "That old monk is the great abbot of the Two Zen Temples. I heard that he has lived for 150 or 160 years. In the whole world, only the great master of the dan cauldron of Wudang Mountain in Beiliang, Song Zhiming, can compare. Every ten years, Uncle Xu would go to the Two Zen Temples. Other than listening to Zen and scriptures, he would also ask the old monk for the mud for his hands. Therefore, a catty of mud on the head of the Yangxi River is worth a catty of gold. In the end, the teapot made by Uncle Xu's father has the Buddhist aura. "
Hsu Fengnian had just taken a green jade teacup and was about to drink some tea when he heard that the teapot was made from the old monk's hand washing mud. His expression immediately became unnatural. He could not drink the Buddhist aura, and he really did not want to drink it. However, since he had already boarded a pirate ship, it was difficult to disembark. He could only force himself to take a sip. He could not drink the tea properly, so he did not dare to blindly show off. The tea leaves and the spring water used to make the tea were naturally excellent, but as soon as he thought of the three words' hand washing mud ', he felt a little discouraged and lost interest.
In a moment of carelessness, Xu Zhihu inserted the peony flower into his hair, but he was too lazy to pull it out. For no reason, he thought of Miss Li Zi who claimed to live in the temple, and the little monk Zunnan Nan. For a moment, he was lost in thought, and then he thought of the rumors about the old abbot of the Two Zen Temples. It was said that this old monk, who was regarded by the world as a holy monk and destined to be called an ancestor after his death, was very interesting. He was very illiterate. When he was young, he only chopped firewood and burned charcoal to support his mother. The family who bought firewood believed in Buddhism and often read the Diamond Sutra. Over time, he understood something. After his mother passed away, as soon as he went up the mountain, he received the mantle of the Two Zen Buddhas, shaved his head, accepted the precepts, and became a monk to preach the Dharma in one go. It should be noted that he was preaching the Dharma and not the scriptures. Although this had something to do with his poor background and illiteracy, there was no doubt that this monk's comprehension was close to that of the great Buddha. Listening to the Diamond Sutra, he understood ten thousand things. The monks of the Two Zen Temples had recited more than ten thousand scriptures. However, when they asked this monk for advice on Buddhist scriptures, the monk would come straight to the point and say that he had never read their scriptures. Therefore, the monk only asked them to recite the scriptures. Often, when they recited a small part or half of the scriptures, the monk would say "stop" and then he would explain to them. No one disagreed. There was once a century-old abbot of the Fahua Temple, the largest temple in the Southern Kingdom, who asked a forty-year-old monk why he could not understand the meaning of the Lotus Sutra after reading it ten thousand times. In the end, after the old abbot recited only a few paragraphs, the young monk began to explain the meaning of the scriptures. The old abbot was enlightened and left with gratitude. When the world heard this, it was simply amazing. It was impossible to imagine how a monk who could not even read scriptures could save people. Even the Immortal Qi of the Dragon Tiger Mountain had to salute him when he saw him. The two most outstanding figures of Buddhism appeared at the same time in a lotus debate sixty years ago, but the result left everyone confused. The two just sat facing each other without saying a word for the whole night.
That was the last time the Immortal Qi Xuanzhen appeared in the world before he ascended.
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