The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism
chapter-1293

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned…

Song Ming, who had walked a few steps away, froze on the spot. She dug her ear and asked her companion who had come with her, "What did I hear just now?"

The companion was dumbfounded. "I don't know…"

"What's the point of having you?" Song Ming shook the person off and turned to look at Fangzheng in excitement. "Master, you have even better ones?"

Without waiting for Fangzheng to say a word, Salted Fish rolled his eyes. "I just randomly pulled two leaves to drink it with water. What do you mean better?"

"Randomly?"

"Two leaves?"

"Drink it with water?"

…

Everyone took in the fragrance that had yet to dissipate. They suddenly realized that they really did not understand the world of demons…

No matter what, after confirming that Fangzheng would really provide better tea leaves, everyone cheered.

Tang Chen suddenly had an idea and jumped up. He waved his hand and said, "Everyone, listen to me. Just keep it to yourself that Abbot Fangzheng is giving us the tea. Don't share it on your WeChat Moments or tell anyone! Let's prepare a blockbuster for the Hiei family!"

"You're so bad, hehe…"

"I like it…"

"Of course!"

…

With everyone agreeing, the people who wanted to post it on WeChat Moments immediately gave up.

Instantly, sinister laughter and muttering could be heard on Mt. One Finger.

"I can't wait any longer. I want to hear the sound of face slapping."

"Eagerly waiting…"

"Mdm. Song, please do a live-stream."

…

Fangzheng gave Song Ming a small bag of Frost Bamboo leaves. He wasn't good at frying tea, nor did he know how to do it. The only thing he could provide was raw materials. As for how Song Ming and company made use of it, that was their problem.

Fangzheng gave up on watching the development. All his thoughts were on his Frost Bamboo mecha. This was his dream when he was a child, and it was also his joy now…

As for the others who wanted tea, Fangzheng directly rejected them.

"Patrons, there's too little top-grade Frost Bamboo tender leaves. There's only that tiny amount in a year. If all of you come to This Penniless Monk for it, wouldn't This Penniless Monk not have any left to drink? This Penniless Monk is actually quite stingy. This Penniless Monk plans on keeping it for himself, so there are no plans on selling it. Therefore, let's leave it at that. Everyone, you may leave," said Fangzheng.

"Master, just give us a sip. Once we finish it, we will give up." Many people pleaded.

"That's right. I've been waiting for two days. Can't you just take pity on me?"

…

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "If everyone waits like this, wouldn't This Penniless Monk be letting down many people if he doesn't have that much tea? This is a Pandora's box that cannot be opened. Everyone, please leave."

With that said, Fangzheng returned to the monastery without looking back. He left the back door and headed straight for the Frost Bamboo forest behind the mountain. He allowed everyone's indignant cries to echo the mountain.

However, it was just grumbling. Soon, everyone's attention was focused on the upcoming tea leaf competition.

After all, real Frost Bamboo tea was appearing in the competition. It didn't matter if they couldn't get a sip. Just smelling it would do! It was better than waiting here on the mountain for nothing.

There was someone else who immediately went to Song Ming and tried to pull strings…

Tang Chen followed Muddle Tang down the mountain. On the way down, Tang Chen said indignantly, "Master, if you really want to drink it…"

Muddle Tang shook his head and said, "When drinking tea, there are three things to take note of. One sip is the tea in the cup. The other is the tea in your heart, and the last is the taste of nature. What you naturally obtain can be sipped and enjoyed. Something you forcefully obtain goes against your heart and violates nature. What's left is only the enjoyment of the taste buds. Let's go. Let's see what happens down the mountain."

Tang Chen was enlightened after hearing this. He nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

Then, Tang Chen asked, "Down the mountain? What's there to see down the mountain? Do you plan on participating in the tea competition?"

Muddle Tang smiled and said, "Of course. The battle is at our doorstep. We have to go take a look."

Tang Chen was overjoyed when he heard that. "That's good, haha… I'll go talk to the organizer now."

"Stop right there!" Tang Chen shouted and immediately stopped him.

Muddle Tang said, "You always want to take shortcuts in everything by pulling strings. This isn't a closed competition; it's an open competition. Just buy tickets and we can spectate it. There's no need to be so pretentious."

Tang Chen blushed and nodded.

Muddle Tang walked as he said, "Power is a good thing, but it's best to not use it. Once you get used to power, while it can make things convenient for you, it will also drag you down. When you find yourself in hell, you will no longer be able to abandon power and be human."

Tang Chen seemed to understand him, but he understood the general gist of Muddle Tang. If he didn't abuse his authority in the government now, everything would be as still as water. Once he started and kept abusing his power and enjoying the convenience of power, it would be like a river that overflowed a dam. It would be unstoppable!

Song Ming was the happiest person. She held the small bag of Frost Bamboo tender leaves in her hand. She was afraid of losing the bag if she placed it in a bag. If she kept it in her pocket, she was afraid she would drop it. Therefore, she ended up hugging it with both hands as if she could only feel at ease by constantly feeling its existence.

At the same time, someone was also very happy. That was Boss Qian.

"Boss Qian, our cooperation is built on what you can give us. But this time, you have disappointed us."

In a private room in a Japanese cuisine restaurant, Boss Qian and a man were sitting opposite each other. The man was dressed in kimono and he spoke with a Japanese accent.

"Mr. Ishii, I don't think so." Boss Qian shook his head.

"Oh? Why do you say that? You have to know that what we need is Frost Bamboo tea. We need to know the detailed information of our opponents ahead of time. You Chinese have a saying: know the enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles you will never be in peril. Last time, we lost due to a lack of information. This time, we do not wish to repeat the same mistake," said Ishii.

Boss Qian said, "Mr. Ishii, although I didn't get the Frost Bamboo tea, I also made sure Song Ming and company can't obtain the Frost Bamboo tea. I feigned dumbness and was humiliated. I stirred up trouble on the mountain and even embarrassed myself for the sake of ensuring that Frost Bamboo tea has no chance of appearing at the competition. In fact, if the Frost Bamboo tea was truly so outstanding, to the point of exceeding Hiei Premium Tea, so what if you obtain the tea leaves? Wouldn't you still lose?

"On the contrary, what I'm bringing is what you need urgently. That is victory!"

Upon hearing this, Ishii's initially stern face suddenly melted. He sighed and said, "It's no wonder the family head likes to work with you. Boss Qian, you are indeed our friend. You are more thoughtful than us. Cheers to our friendship?"

Ishii raised his glass, and Boss Qian chuckled. The two clinked glasses. It was unknown what the two foxes were up to, but both sides knew that their interests were tied together and no one could leave each other.