"Please!" Li Zhi extended his hand and responded politely.

In front of an ancient Zen room, the young monk stopped and said in a slightly sad voice: "Please come in, my master is staying in the world, just waiting for you to come, Master Li, and no outsiders will see you!"

Li Zhi didn't ask any questions, opened the door of the meditation room and walked in!

Seeing the familiar scene in the Zen room, but it was empty, the young monk sighed, stepped forward with red eyes, and closed the door of the Zen room.

To say that you don’t see it is to see it, but to say it is not to be seen is to say that it is not to be seen.

"Coming!"

The little monk couldn't see it, but Li Zhi could.

The Zen room was peaceful and the light was not dim. There was an old monk sitting inside, boiling water and making tea.

"Are you Zen Master Zhiweng?" Li Zhi looked at the red-faced old monk and was stunned for a moment. He didn't have any death energy on his body and his complexion was rosy. He didn't look like someone about to pass away.

"Haha, that beautiful girl likes to call me old monk. I also like people to call me old monk. You can also call me old monk. Come on, come and have tea!"

Zen Master Zhiweng smiled and waved to Li Zhi, gesturing for him to come over and sit down.

Li Zhi was not the kind of person who would be polite to outsiders, so he walked over directly and sat opposite the old monk.

"You have a lot of things in your heart that you want to ask, don't you? Don't be in a hurry to say it. Come on, let's drink a cup of tea first. The old monk has great experience in making tea. This can be regarded as the last pot of tea I drink in this world.

Old monk and layman Li taste it together!" Zen Master Zhiweng smiled, picked up the teapot, placed a cup of tea in front of Li Zhi, and poured himself a cup of tea at the same time.

"please!"

Li Zhi didn't say anything. He picked up the teacup, put it in front of his nose and smelled it. To be honest, Li Zhi didn't know how to drink tea.

This cup of tea has no aroma, fragrance, or taste at all, just like boiled water.

He raised his head and poured a cup of tea into his mouth.

When the tip of his tongue touched the tea, a bitterness spread, passed through the taste buds, and directly entered the brain, making Li Zhi almost spit it out.

It's bitter, it's really bitter. What kind of tea is this? It's just bitter water!

"Haha!" Zen Master Zhiweng smiled, drank all the tea in front of him, and then said with a smile: "Isn't it very bitter?"

"Yes!" Li Zhi smiled bitterly and nodded. It was not only painful, it was simply too painful.

"I feel very bitter too!" Zen Master Zhiweng said with a smile and nod.

"The first cup of tea is so bitter, what does the old monk mean?" Li Zhi looked at Zen Master Zhiweng opposite and asked.

If the other party calls me to come, there must be something to tell. Maybe the story lies in this pot of tea.

Unexpectedly, Zen Master Zhiweng laughed, shook his head and said, "No!"

"No?" Li Zhi was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, no, this is just a pot of bitter tea. It tastes bitter. There is no meaning. It's just that I, the old monk, like to drink bitter tea!" Zen Master Zhiweng shook his head with a smile.

"..."

Zen Master Zhiwen poured another cup of tea for Li Zhi: "Here, let's try this second cup!"

Hearing this, Li Zhi raised his teacup and drank the tea again. It was still as bitter as the first cup!

"Is this cup of tea still bitter?" Zen Master Zhiweng asked while drinking tea.

"Bitter!" Li Zhi nodded.

Zen Master Zhiweng smiled and said, "How does it compare with the first cup?"

Li Zhi thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "The taste is almost the same, both are bitter!"

"Then try this last cup!" Old monk Zhi Weng smiled and filled another cup for Li Zhi.

Li Zhi thought about it. Of the three cups of tea, the first two were bitter. Maybe the last cup would be sweet. After all the bitterness, the joy came. As a result, the last cup was still bitter, just like the first, second and third cups.

There is no difference in the taste at all, it is indeed a pot of bitter tea.

"Is it still bitter?" the old monk Zhiweng asked with a smile.

Li Zhi rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled and said: "It's not bitter anymore, the last cup is sweet!"

"Haha, it's good if it's sweet. Yours is sweet, but mine is still bitter!" Old monk Zhi Weng chuckled and said: "People, from birth, are like this pot of tea, whether it is bitter or sweet, it

Just a pot of tea."

"Young man, you don't understand!" Li Zhi shook his head and looked at the old monk, hoping that the other party could explain his confusion to him.

The old monk Zhi Weng said with a smile: "You don't understand, and I don't understand either. We drink the same pot of tea. I drank three cups, and all three cups were bitter, but you drank three cups, and two cups were bitter.

It’s sweet.”

"..." Li Zhi touched his nose and said dumbfounded: "I was lying to you!"

The old monk Zhi Weng chuckled and said: "That's why I'm telling you that I don't understand either. If I really do understand, wouldn't I be just talking nonsense like you?"

"Human, this life is like tea, it is bitter!"

Zen Master Zhiweng picked up the teapot and when he wanted to pour tea, he found that the teapot was empty. He looked up at Li Zhi and said with a smile: "Even if it is bitter, I want to drink it again!"

"Go ahead. The road ahead for Master Li is too long. It is definitely not what I, the old monk, can compare with. Your pot of tea has just been brewed. Drink it slowly. Drink it slowly. Don't be in a hurry!"
Chapter completed!