Chapter 369: Boil water for spiritual rice, cloud tea for clear thoughts

The two of them talked, you told me some interesting stories about monks, and he told me some true understanding of cultivation. The big monk had a big mind and had seen a lot of people and things, while Gu Qingyuan had a lot of experience and had traveled through several lifetimes, so he would never let anything go.

The more Qiuzhen spoke, the more shocked he was. This monk who called himself the Taoist Fireworker looked young and his cultivation was not high, but he always had thought-provoking and enlightening words. Although different from the mainstream of the time, he often approached from a different perspective, and his speech formed a system of its own with unique insights. He listened to a few sentences, and those words that seemed like heresy were based on the fundamental truth of the Tao. Some of the doubts in his heart were slowly dispelled.

"I've been talking for so long, my mouth must be dry. Why don't you let the Taoist make a pot of tea, and I can have a taste of the sweet spring water from my Canxia Mountain."

Gu Qingyuan said that no matter whether they are Buddhists or Taoists, they are all cultivators and seekers of the truth, so it is not an exaggeration to call them Taoist brothers.

After saying this, he exerted his magic power and floated away. When he came back, he had crossed dozens of miles and brought back a stream of mountain spring water.

The Pure Yang True Fire magic power first tempered the spring water. Although it was tempered by fire, it did not generate any heat, nor did it boil it. It only removed and discharged the natural impurities and turbid air in the water.

With another pull, the clear mountain spring water fell into the teapot in front of Gu Qingyuan. The teapot was also new. It was boiled with boiling water and the new tea in the pot was added. Now the new water and new pot matched the new tea, which complemented each other perfectly.

"Fellow Daoist, you have very sophisticated methods."

Qiuzhen couldn't help but speak. He only used his magic power to burn away the impurities without showing any fire, but the spring water was still so cool, which showed the delicate skills of carving tofu and engraving walnuts.

Gu Qingyuan casually picked up a few black pebbles, arranged them in a thin layer, placed the teapot on the pebbles, and then stretched out his finger to tap out a little Big Sun True Fire, which burned quietly in the gap between the two.

"I knew you were coming. I don't have much to offer in my temple. We are poor as hell. Fortunately, there is an old tea tree the day after tomorrow. I have just roasted the tea leaves. Only then can I have this first tea soup. It is also thanks to you, otherwise the old tea tree and its branches and leaves would have returned to heaven and earth."

Qiuzhen shook his head: "I should be the one to receive this blessing. I have troubled you to prepare so much." He paused, "Now that you have returned to the world after your catastrophe, I am sure you are not well off. I, the great monk, have nothing else, but I have opened a few acres of spiritual fields in my place of meditation. I usually take care of them and get hundreds of kilograms of spiritual rice. If you don't mind, please let me enjoy a few kilograms."

As he spoke, he took out the mustard seed-sized treasure bag and weighed out a few bags of spiritual rice, more than a few pounds.

Gu Qingyuan laughed: "Brother, this gift is too much. Fortunately, I am not a shy person. I was born with a thick skin. It is also the time to get rid of the foul air and eat the five grains. It would be disrespectful to refuse it!"

Although his body is pure and quiet, his Taoism is not deep enough to reach the state of Bigu fasting. He has to offer sacrifices to the five internal organs every day. The five grains in the mortal world contain impure and turbid air, which often pollute his immortal body and he has to rely on magic power to disperse it. In the long run, it is bound to hinder his practice. This spiritual rice comes at the right time.

After saying this, he did not hold himself back and opened it directly, drew spring water from the mountain to wash it, took out a clay pot, and lit a real fire to cook a meal of spiritual rice.

"I am your subordinate, Daoist friend. I have never accepted any disciples, and I am in need of spiritual rice. I need help," Qiu Zhen said with a smile. He was surprised to see that little bit of true fire being used to make tea and cook rice. "Daoyou is really cheap, and you have magical powers. This true fire that can burn everything can also be used to do some miscellaneous things."

"I'm a Taoist who refines weapons. The most important thing about cooking is the heat. It's also a kind of practice. Besides, isn't this practice for my own convenience? I put on airs, like a hermit or a peerless celestial being. Do I really think I'm not part of this worldly world?" Gu Qingyuan said with a smile. He raised his hand again and took out something. It was those small pieces, each of which was shining with golden light, like gold or iron.

"I can't accept that spiritual rice for nothing. It just so happens that I have cultivated the Aerial Fire, and I collect the essence of the Sun every day and condense some Sun Fire Essence. I might as well give it to Brother Dao to make up for the loss."

Qiuzhen was also a carefree person. He laughed and raised his hand to take it. "Just now you said that I was too generous, but now I feel ashamed to accept it. This Great Sun Fire Essence is rare. If you add a little bit of it when refining weapons, you can refine it into a magic-refining treasure that can resist foreign demons and eliminate evil. The monk is so jealous!"

Gu Qingyuan waved his hand: "This fire essence is difficult for you to obtain, but for me it is easy to do when practicing. The difference in difficulty is not a big deal. It is just that Brother Dao has taken good care of this spiritual rice and spent time on it, which shows a little more friendship."

After a few visits, the friendship was established. People with the character of Qiuzhen are like gentlemen. They will accept the friendship if it is a friendship. If they ask him for help in the future, as long as it does not go against the moral principles and does not do evil things, he will be happy to go no matter where in the world he is. Who doesn't want a few noble gentleman friends? As for Gu Qingyuan, he has the humanitarian merits to cover him, and is naturally favored by righteous people. As for whether he has a kind heart or a devil heart, that is another matter.

As he was speaking, the tea in the pot began to boil, small bubbles rolled around, and the fragrance of tea filled the air. Gu Qingyuan smiled slightly and gently opened the lid of the pot. Suddenly, mist rose up, and the air became full of steam and smoke. A sip of it was refreshing and invigorating.

"Brother, the tea is ready. Let's have a cup first."

The big monk was slightly surprised, and didn't care that the tea was boiling hot. He pinched the teacup, which was not much bigger than his finger, and smelled it first, then took a sip. An expression on his face changed, and the tea entered his stomach, rolled a few times, and turned into a stream of spiritual energy to nourish his body.

"Good tea. Monks are poor at speaking and can't say elegant words. After drinking this tea, it will invigorate the body and eliminate distracting thoughts. It is much better than my refreshing incense. It will stimulate spiritual ideas and is beneficial to spiritual practice!"

He slightly closed his eyes, and felt as if he had drunk a ball of fire, but it was not burning or scorching, but gentle and tight. The fireball burned away distracting thoughts and cut off the root of evil. It was the only thing to resist external demons.

A scent of tea penetrated from his nose into his lungs, then into his head, slowly sinking, circling around, and then slowly dissipating. Qiuzhen opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his mind became clearer. Although his Taoism did not improve, he would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort in the future.

"Brother Dao, you are too kind. However, it takes some methods to refine it. It is the most refreshing. For us who practice cultivation, we should first focus on the word "purity". That is why I refined this small leaf cloud mist tea."

Gu Qingyuan said as he waved his sleeves, and a jade box appeared on the tea table: "If you like it, take one for yourself."

The big monk was a little embarrassed. The tea was good, and the thing was a good thing. This cloud tea could be called a treasure for enlightenment. Drinking a pot of it when cultivating supernatural powers would keep away external demons and bring peace of mind. But this gift was a little too heavy after all.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Daoyou, this tea is wonderful. Even a great monk would be tempted. My Buddhist practice is to eliminate distracting thoughts, abandon the dirty roots, and not focus on the desires of the mouth and tongue. It is a great blessing to have drunk one cup, but you can't drink it again."

He stretched out his hand and pushed the teacup and jade box away from him. Qiuzhen breathed a sigh of relief and felt more at ease.

(End of this chapter)