Chapter 327 - A bowl of Good Tea (2/2)

Lin Luoran starts to worry because she might need to drink the moldy tea. She proposes to provide some good tea with politeness, but Zhixiu smiles.

“Do you think the tea is moldy for I have been unfairly treated? ”

Lin Luoran shakes her head. She hasn’t been so superficial.

But what he says also implies refusion to her offer, so Lin Luoran gives it up and just watches Zhixiu making tea on a small coal stove quietly. The handsome young Buddhist monk stained with soot, but Zhixiu doesn’t care.

There is no aroma of the plum of blossom, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum here. Zhixiu is also involved with secular affairs. When Lin Luoran sees this , her eagerness to advance in cultivation gradually calms down gradually.

After a long time, the moldy tea loses odors, leaving only a strong tea aroma. Lin Luoran is a little surprised. Zhixiu pours the tea into a bamboo tube, adds some b.u.t.ter, and slowly stirs it with the tea. Next, he puts a little salt into the tea.

Zhixiu is skilled, and the wide sleeves of the mafors move slowly with the movement. Every step is full of a sense of perfection. It is obvious that he is skilled in making b.u.t.tered tea. How long does he do this there? It is quite a while before Zhixiu serves a bowl for Lin Luoran.

A bowl of hot tea drives the coldness away in the morning. Lin Luoran feels her mind peaceful with warm hands and feet . There are even sweats in her palms. This side hall, even including the rusty copper lamps, seems full of stories.

Lin Luoran puts down the wooden bowl and ponder over the aftertaste of that tea. She starts to suspect t that she can’t bear essence for so long is because of her evasion from the secular world.

The aim of her cultivation is to go into the secular world, not to escape from it.

She thinks that as an ordinary traveler, perception lies in not using spell or Wakan. However, if she asks her initial heart, she knows that she is far away from the life of mortals since cultivation.

Lin Luoran thinks it carefully as she doesn’t know how long has it been since she doesn’t rely on the Fire Spell to gather fire, rely on the Water Spell to gather water, and rely on Wind-riding Spell to fly.

“Master Zhixiu, this is really a good bowl of tea!” Lin Luoran figures this out, so she smiles. After saying good-bye to Zhixiu, she walks slowly along the corridor. At this moment time, she is like an ordinary person who feels happy for seeing colorful paintings, instead of seeing it with a condescending examination.

This time, she doesn’t regard herself as a cultivator, nor does she think about the power of faith or the colorful sculptures in the ocean of consciousness. And then she enters the hall which she could not step into previously with no obstruction.

Lin Luoran finishes her visit in high spirits. When she walks out of the gate, it is already in the afternoon.

Her figure is drowned by tourists. On a high building, Zhixiu stands at the railing, in deep thought.

“Holy Monk …”

An old monk comes up, but he has no idea what Zhixiu is looking at.

Zhixiu shakes his head and says, “I haven’t been qualified to be initiated into monkhood, so how can I get that t.i.tle. Please don’t say that again.”

The old monk is submissive, not knowing how to correspond, so he changes the topic and asks Zhixiu what he is looking at.

Zhixiu smiles but says nothing, which makes the old monk puzzled for a moment. The old monk looks far into the distance. He doesn’t know who catches Zhixiu’s attention among the crowds.

Zhixiu returns to the side hall and picks up the wooden bowl that Lin Luoran has used. The young Buddhist monk is a little puzzled.

“Even a bowl of tea can make her have an epiphany. She is so gifted … But why I feel that there is the power of faith in her when she is absent-minded? However, what I hear is that Taoism is different from Buddhism so they can’t merge and it is useless for cultivators to carry Buddhist cultivation instruments, isn’t it?”

The sky is getting darker, and it is quiet in the side hall. The temperature difference in Tibet at night is large, so Zhixiu stands up and closes the heavy hall door.

A young Buddhist monk in Buddhism can only be regarded as a probationary monk. Zhixiu, who is called “holy monk” by the old monk, is not even a bhiksu. That also means that he has not really followed Buddhism, so he can’t accept that t.i.tle.