The poem goes: Blow the fermented grains in a small cup to taste the cold wine, and burn the new tea in the deep furnace.The poem also says: The jug has long been sympathetic.Show mercy.If you are willing to sit in the Qing Dynasty, it is good to drink tea.Skirt.Green every year, almost withered.The fisherman's song is upside down. Beauty, country, glory and wealth, I don't like any of these.All I love is tea! I was once invited into the palace by the emperor, and I talked to him about the tea scriptures for three days and three nights, and I also gave up high officials and rich salary for tea, so I became famous, so the world named me "Tea Sage".

For tea, I have never regretted it. Jiaoran, a poet monk, once asked me jokingly: "If one day, when you walk on the Naihe Bridge after you pass away, Granny Meng asks you if you have any regrets in this life? How would you answer?" I could not speak for a long time. Perhaps, at that time, I could only support my body with my hands and look at the Santu River surrounded by clouds and mist. But can I really let go?put her down? My name is Lu Yu, and I am an abandoned child. Of course, I have no parents to raise me since I was a child.So when I was six years old, I got used to living a life with ups and downs in this boring little place in Jingling County.

Until that day, when I was stealing and begging on the street as usual, Master Ji Gong discovered me. In my memory, Jingling County was extremely lively that day. I locked my target on an old monk with a very benevolent face. It is well known that Emperor Xuanzong is a good Buddha. Is there any monk in the temple who has a fat head and big ears? Doesn’t the Lord Buddha often say that all living beings are equal?As poor as I am, if I earn some oil and water, the Lord Buddha should also be considerate. I took it for granted while thinking, while following him quickly, and finally found a perfect opportunity to strike.

I lost no time in using my wonderful hand and empty hand, and put my hand into the monk's arms, but in an instant, my face turned white. I didn't touch the bulging wallet as I imagined, but I met a thick and big hand. According to my experience, it seems inevitable that I will be beaten again, so I said very tactfully: "Hurry up if you want to do it, I'm very busy. By the way, remember not to slap me in the face, and you have to follow me later." Brothers eat supper!" The old monk was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and then he took out three steamed buns from his arms and handed them to me: "I don't have any money. But these three steamed buns were brought by the old monk Ganghua. Eat, don't be hungry." caught."

I took the steamed buns, but felt something stuck in my throat, making my throat itchy.So I threw myself into the arms of the old monk with grievances, and burst into tears. He is Master Jigong. The next day, I followed him to Longgai Temple.It was only later that I learned that Master Jigong is a famous contemporary monk, and he was called into the palace during the Tang Dynasty and given special courtesy. Jigong is a well-learned man, he understands Buddhism, but the best thing is tea. Now that I think about it, maybe I was influenced by him, so I could compile the "Tea Classic" for decades...

Ji Gong often told me that tea has three virtues. One is to sit in meditation and stay up all night; the other is to help digestion when the stomach is full and clear the air; the third is to "not send out", which can suppress sexual desire. All kinds of rich nutrients in tea have the pharmacological function of refreshing and promoting body fluid. It is the most ideal peaceful drink for monks.That's why I wrote in the first chapter of "The Classic of Tea": "The taste of tea is very cold, and it is most suitable for those who are frugal. Chat for four or five sips, and compete with Daigo and Ganlu."

These words are talked about with great interest by later generations, but who knows that most of them come from the mouth of Ji Gong? But for a child, the days of morning bells and evening drums are too boring. Although Master Jigong often lamented that I have a great Buddha-nature and can never forget Buddhist scriptures and treatises, he could also see that my ambition is not in Buddhism, so he taught me the art of tea art and the way of Confucius and Mencius since I was a child. Achievement. In the blink of an eye, I don't know how many cold and hot days I have spent in Longgai Temple.Until the arrival of another person, my life changed completely.

That day when I was catching grasshoppers in front of Longgai Temple, a tall old monk with a ruddy complexion came up to me and asked, "Amitabha. Is Master Jigong here?" "Who is your Excellency?" I have always been educated in Confucianism, so I opened my mouth and said something that was very incongruous with the monk's robe on my body. Sure enough, the old monk frowned and said, "Aren't you a young monk? Why are you uttering common language!" Seeing him scare away my grasshopper, I asked angrily, "Did I tell you that I am a monk?" The old monk suddenly shook his whole body, stared at me blankly, and remained motionless.

I looked at him with some fear, thinking that this person might have lost his mind, should I first inform the people in the temple to carry him in? Unexpectedly, the old monk burst into laughter again, and bowed to me: "Haha, the poor monk finally understands... Almighty, please tell Master Jigong that I have lost." After finishing speaking, he didn't look back. Stride away. Only later did I know that he was Zen Master Cong Zen, an eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty who had the same name as my master at that time. Just as Chan Master Cong turned around and was about to leave, a serious and old voice suddenly came from behind me: "Ask, what is the monk's family tradition?"

The Zen master turned around and replied without hesitation, "Three bowls of tea after dinner." My master Ji Gong nodded, bowed and said, "Then invite Master to the small temple for tea." Zen Master Congxu was stunned for a moment, then said happily, "The poor monk is just disturbing you." I don't understand why the thick tea in Longgai Temple is so happy to be so happy with the Zen master. I heard from the little novice next to me that the Zen master came to Longgai Temple five times, and every time he asked Jigong to drink tea, but Jigong refused. Always not allowed.

I think that little novice must be lying. Master is a very generous person, he can donate all his possessions to a stranger without hesitation, so why would he grudge those worthless tea leaves? The master invited Chan Master Cong into the hall, and almost everyone in the monastery was present, even those little tutuos who usually stayed in the kitchen and were hard to see, hurried over without exception. Everyone sat quietly in the open space outside the hall, holding their breath, for fear of disturbing anything by making any noise. The master and Zen master Cong Zen were sitting opposite each other, with only an old table and two cups of steaming green tea in front of them. "Have you been here recently?" Master asked first. "I've been there," Zen Master Cong Zen replied. "Okay. Drink tea." Master smiled.After a while, the master asked again, "Have you been here recently?" Zen Master Congju thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I never came." "Okay. Drink tea." The master's smile grew stronger. Standing between them, I couldn't help being curious, and interjected: "It's so strange, Master! Why did you say drink tea when you came here, and drink tea when you didn't come? What is the purpose of drinking tea?" As soon as these words came out, Master and Chan Master Cong Chan suddenly turned their heads to look at me, their whole bodies trembling with excitement. "That's right, what is tea and why do you drink tea?" Chan Master Cong Zen murmured. And the master's cloudy eyes were radiant with rare brilliance. With his trembling hands, he tightly held Zen Master Cong Zen's hand and said, "I understand, haha, I understand! Go have tea! Have tea!" go!" "Go to tea." The only trace of doubt on Chan Master Zeng's face disappeared immediately, and he laughed loudly: "Yes, go to tea! Haha, I understand! I understand too!" Two pairs of trembling hands were tightly held together. Jigong and Congzhen, the two famous eminent monks in the Tang Dynasty, became immortals amidst each other's laughter... At that time, I was still young, and I didn’t understand that the eminent monks with the Tao often achieved the purpose of “enlightenment” through these ordinary words, and thus flew away. But the scene at that time was forever engraved in my memory. In my young mind, it has a great influence on my life. Since then, the three characters "go to drink tea" have become the famous French in the Zen Forest. The night Ji Gongxian went, I left Longgai Temple, the place where I had lived for many years. At that time, I happened to be twelve years old. A sudden bell rang, and Zhang Ke woke up with a start. It seems that I have a weird dream again, why is it always like this recently? I touched my sore head and looked at the alarm clock, no good!It's already a quarter past eight, my God, if I'm late today, I will definitely be slaughtered by that old man! He turned over quickly and got up, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth while putting on his underwear, and then he jumped into the car at a speed that even an Olympic sprint champion could not match, and rushed towards the research institute.