Tea Merchants of the Song Dynasty

The speculation that there is a traitor in the Jiang family not only shocked Jiang Si Niang, but also frightened Jiang Yin.

Although it was just a guess, Jiang Yin felt that it was almost certain.

After Jiang Si Niang was shocked, she fell silent. She was very frustrated that someone was doing something under her nose without her noticing.

But what if it wasn't? She pursed her lips and said unwillingly, "Really?"

In just two words, Jiang Yin could hear gnashing of teeth and doubt.

Jiang Yin spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't believe it either, but people's minds are hard to predict. Who can guarantee that there won't be a traitor?"

There were large areas of tea trees damaged halfway up the Jiang family's two peaks of tea mountain. If there was no insider collusion, how could it be done without anyone noticing?

Moreover, the soil on the tea mountain is still being stolen. Until now, no one has found the murderer, let alone found the murderer's trace.

Unless the other party are top masters, there will normally be clues.

Jiang Si Niang lowered her eyes for a long time before she said in a disappointed tone, "You are right, the human heart is hard to predict. Don't worry, I will keep it a secret. No matter what happens, I will stand by you."

When she said this, she suddenly thought of the previous move and her cheeks turned slightly red.

Then, he apologized a little, "I was wrong about moving away the day before yesterday. I believed the rumors... They weren't all rumors. What I saw in the capital city before was indeed as the rumors said."

"But now I know that you, Ayin, are not that kind of person." Jiang Si Niang hurriedly explained.

When Jiang Yin's parents left, she went to the city and saw that Jiang Yin completely trusted Zhang Yuanzhi.

Later, they heard that even Mrs. Feng was driven away. How could they not be disappointed and heartbroken?

Although she didn't know why Jiang Yin suddenly changed, she had changed for the better after all. In many ways, she felt inferior to him.

"I don't blame you." Jiang Yin stretched lazily, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the tea mountain, "I was too naive before and thought it was simple. But don't worry, Si Niang, the only one who can defeat me in the future is myself. As long as I am still alive, I will do my best to protect Jiang's!"

A good man never brags about his past achievements, let alone talks about the stupid things he did in his previous life.

Jiang Si Niang's eyes were slightly moist, but just as she was about to say something, she was interrupted by Jiang Yin.

"Come on, Si Niang, let's go to Zhiju Temple to worship first, and then meet Master Puhui."

Jiang Yin turned around and walked towards Zhiju Temple.

Jiang Si Niang hurriedly followed, but still asked in confusion: "Going to Zhiju Temple?"

"Yes!" Jiang Yin said seriously, "The thieves are too arrogant, they even set their sights on the Royal Tea Garden. We are all neighbors, so I have to go and see what's going on, and offer my condolences."

Zhiju Temple is located on the mountainside, not far from the Imperial Tea Garden.

Before going up the mountain, Jiang Yin first went to the Imperial Tea Garden to see the seven tea trees that were growing well.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the gate of Zhiju Temple.

The gate of Zhiju Temple was open, and a young monk was sweeping the floor at the door.

Jiang Yin raised his eyes and saw that the couplet on the right side of the temple gate read "Who can drink the dew from the nine heavens", the couplet on the left side read "Try to draw water from the Meng spring to make Meng tea", and the horizontal banner read "Zen and tea are one taste".

Because Jiang Yin came to Zhiju Temple every year, and Jiang's tea mountain was just outside, the monks here all knew her and Jiang Si Niang.

Seeing them coming, the monk who was sweeping the floor put down his broom, stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, please come in, three donors."

Jiang Yin returned the greeting and smiled, "Is Master Pu Hui here?"

The young monk nodded and smiled, "Yes, Mr. Jiang, please wait for a moment. I will go and inform the head monk."

Jiang Yin bowed and said, "Thank you."

Master Puhui is the abbot master as I call him, and he is also the second founder of Zhiju Temple.

Master Pu Hui is highly respected and even officials have to give him some face.

The young monk ran to look for Master Puhui, and Jiang Yin followed Jiang Si Niang and Xiao Luo into the temple.

Perhaps due to its special location, plus the fact that it was still early today and it was not a day for worshipping Buddha, there were no other pilgrims in the temple at this moment and it was quite quiet.

The ancient spring in the temple is making a clear sound.

This spring has clear spring water flowing down from the mountain waterfall all year round. The water is clear and sweet, and the tea brewed from it is particularly fragrant.

Jiang Yin glanced around and then went to burn a stick of incense to Wu Lizhen, the ancestor of tea.

Just after I finished burning incense, Master Puhui arrived.

"Master Puhui." Jiang Yin saluted him happily, "It's been a long time since we last met. How are you, Master Puhui?"

Master Pu Hui returned her greeting and said amiably, "Thank you for your concern, little donor Jiang. I am doing fine."

He raised his hand to signal Jiang Yin and the others to sit aside. Seeing that Jiang Yin looked a little haggard, he comforted him, "Life and death are all up to fate. Everything is predestined. Little donor Jiang, please accept my condolences."

"Everything has a fixed number?" Jiang Yin's mouth twitched slightly, "There are also variables in the fixed number. If the variables are too big, how can we solve it?"

Her destiny was to die early, but the biggest variable was her rebirth.

Jiang Yin also believed in Buddhism before, but he only worshipped Buddha with the attitude of neither not believing in it nor believing in it completely.

But such a ridiculous thing as rebirth would happen, which made her go from half-belief to full belief.

If the statue was dedicated to Buddha, she would be worried that Buddha would see through her and send her to the eighteen levels of hell, never to be reborn.

Master Puhui twisted his Buddhist beads, looked at Jiang Yin meaningfully and said, "God's will is determined by fate. Following the will of heaven is the best destiny. Don't get stuck in that dead end, Jiang Xiaobensheng. Everything has its own destiny."

Hearing this, Jiang Yin was startled and suddenly felt a little afraid to face Master Puhui.

She always felt that Master Puhui saw something, but it seemed that he didn't, and was just comforting her for losing her parents.

Jiang Si Niang, who was standing by, also thought that Jiang Yin couldn't let go of her parents, and Master Pu Hui was comforting her. So, she waited quietly without interrupting.

Jiang Yin didn't say anything, and Master Puhui didn't urge her either. She just silently twirled the Buddhist beads.

Soon, Jiang Yin figured it out. Even if Master Puhui saw something, so what? In this life, she had a clear conscience and was not afraid of gods or Buddhas.

After thinking this through, she suddenly became clear-headed. She looked up and said, "Thank you, Master Puhui. May I light two ever-burning lamps for my parents in the temple? They have devoted their entire lives to this, and I'm sure they will be very happy."

In addition, she also brought back the tablets of her parents. She would choose an auspicious day and then open the ancestral hall to place them in the ancestral hall.

"Amitabha." Master Puhui bowed and said, "Of course, Mr. Jiang's filial piety is commendable. The Buddha will bless them."

Jiang Yin quickly returned the gift and expressed his gratitude, and donated a few coins as incense money.

After the eternal lamp was lit, Jiang Yin saw the right opportunity and asked Master Puhui, "Recently, there have been thieves on Jiang's tea mountain, not only destroying the tea trees, but also stealing a lot of soil.

Two days ago, he even tried to steal the soil outside the Royal Tea Garden. I wonder if Master Puhui has noticed this?"