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"Master, I want to meet Wuchen," Xia Dechang requested.

"Wu Chen, take Master Xia to see your junior brother."

Master Buhui ordered.

Wu Chen took Xia Dechang to the backyard, and Xia Yunzhe also wanted to go with them. He wanted to see how good Xia Mingchen was.

"You can drink tea here. If you don't want to drink, just walk around. The scenery of the temple is very nice."

Xia Dechang stopped him and spoke in a tone that brooked no refusal.

"Yes, grandfather."

Xia Yunzhe did not dare to resist and watched Xia Dechang go to the backyard. He felt extremely aggrieved and it showed on his face.

"Donor Xiao Xia, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

Master Buhui greeted him with a smile and said that he was willing to entertain this boy for the sake of the 100,000 incense money.

"I'm not going to drink anymore. I'm going out for a walk!"

Xia Yunzhe's tone was very impolite. He didn't take Master Buhui seriously at all. He was just an old monk, while he was the eldest grandson of the Xia family.

Moreover, this old monk was in cahoots with Xia Mingchen. He got angry when he saw them, and it was a sign of his good upbringing that he didn't curse at them.

"I'll ask someone to take you around. The temple is not big, but it's not small either."

Just then a young monk walked over. Master Buhui simply waved his hand and the young monk came over, bowed and greeted him respectfully.

"Need not!"

Xia Yunzhe refused gruffly and walked away quickly.

"Follow him and don't let him go to the backyard!" Master Buhui instructed.

"Yes."

The young monk agreed and followed Xia Yunzhe slowly.

Master Buhui smiled slightly, not angry at all. He felt at ease accepting half a pound of tea from his young disciple Wuchen.

The eldest grandson of donor Xia is indeed not as good as his young disciple Wu Chen. He is arrogant, ignorant, and has a crooked mind. When these three characteristics are combined in one person, he will definitely do bad things and not have a good end.

Xia Mingchen was wearing a simple linen monk robe and kneeling down to drink tea. He had not yet finished the one or two ounces of tea leaves he had gotten from his master. Moreover, he had also gotten another one or two ounces of tea from the half pound of tea he had bribed his master with last time, so in fact he had only given four ounces.

He took a big sip of the spiritual tea and felt very comfortable. His niece's tea was really delicious. He would ask for some more next time.

Xia Dechang walked in and saw that his youngest son was dressed so simply, there were few furnishings in the room, only a cup of tea on the table, not even a plate of snacks or fruits, and no one to serve him. He felt uncomfortable and his hatred for Song Wanyi deepened.

If it weren't for this vicious woman, his Mingchen would not have to live such a hard and poor life.

"Junior brother, why don't you sit on the chair?"

Wu Chen looked puzzled. His junior fellow disciple hated sitting cross-legged or kneeling the most, saying that it would easily make his legs bow. But today there wasn't a single decent chair in the room, only a support for kneeling.

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"The chair is broken and not fixed!"

Xia Mingchen explained indifferently without standing up. He looked at Xia Dechang indifferently. The father and son were like strangers.

"So many chairs are broken? What a coincidence!"

Wu Chen believed it to be true, scratched his bald head in confusion, and left, considerately closing the door.

Xia Dechang didn't care at all about his younger son's disrespect. He looked around and couldn't find a chair, so he had to take a heel support and kneel down with difficulty.

"I came all the way here, you should give me a cup of tea, right?"

Xia Dechang spoke in a flattering tone, and did not act at all condescending in front of Xia Yunzhe.

Xia Mingchen glanced at him coldly, then stood up and poured a cup of spiritual tea. When the water was boiled to brew the tea, a strong fragrance spread in the room. Xia Dechang's expression changed drastically, and he asked excitedly: "Mingchen, where did this tea come from?"

This is clearly the taste of the Xia family's spiritual tea passed down by their ancestors. He won't be mistaken.

The Xia family heirlooms have not appeared for a hundred years, but the ancestors passed down a lot of treasures, including hundreds of years old ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonatum sibiricum and other rare medicinal materials, which are all rare treasures in the world. The ancestor left behind a whole warehouse, and it has been passed down to the present, a hundred years have passed, and he still has several hundred-year-old ginseng in his hands.

This is the reason why the Xia family has prospered for hundreds of years. Other medical families cannot produce so many rare medicinal materials. Nowadays, wild medicinal materials are becoming increasingly scarce. Not to mention a hundred-year-old wild ginseng, even those that are fifty or sixty years old are rarely seen.

The rare medicinal materials in the Xia family's hands could keep them going for another thirty or forty years.

But there was not much spiritual tea left when he was a child. He still remembers that his father called him to the study and made him a cup of spiritual tea. The fragrance of the tea will stay with him for the rest of his life.

After that, he never drank the spiritual tea again, and the Xia family was gone. The cup of spiritual tea his father made for him was the last bit of it, which was the dregs of tea leaves crushed into powder.

"Mingchen, did the heirloom choose you?"

Xia Dechang became even more excited. If his youngest son was really chosen as the heirloom, it would be God’s blessing for the Xia family, and he wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

"You think so beautifully!"

Xia Mingchen sneered and placed the teacup in front of him.

Xia Dechang picked up the teacup and sipped the tea greedily. He was reluctant to blow away the tea. He took a small sip and a warm current flowed through his body. The fatigue from a day's running around dissipated in an instant and he felt very comfortable.

"It's this tea, Mingchen, where did you get it?"

Xia Dechang still felt that the heirloom had chosen his youngest son, otherwise how could Mingchen have the magic tea?

"Naturally, it was given to the person chosen by the heirloom."

Xia Mingchen drank the remaining half cup of tea in one gulp and ate the tea leaves as well, as they couldn't be wasted.

"Mingchen, you are chewing a peony like a cow. You need to taste the spiritual tea slowly."

Xia Dechang frowned as he watched. How could such a good spiritual tea be consumed so roughly? It was a waste of nature's gift.

"If you eat it, it will turn into shit. If you savor it slowly, will it turn into gold?"

Xia Mingchen retorted unhappily that he had not had a good conversation with the old man since he learned the truth about his mother's murder.

"What shit are you talking about while drinking tea? Is that what Master Buhui taught you?"

Xia Dechang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His youngest son's temper was very much like his mother's. He was always covered in thorns, but he was very soft-hearted at heart.

"Master Buhui taught me very well, but it's just my nature. It's because I have bad genes."

Xia Mingchen snorted, got up and made another cup of tea, this time it was ordinary tea.

Seeing that Xia Dechang was kneeling in an awkward position with his back hunched, he became annoyed and ran to the inner room, brought out a chair, and threw it in front of Xia Dechang with a stern face.

"Just remembered, there's a broken chair."

"Thank you!"

Xia Dechang smiled with relief, stood up and sat on the chair. The small stool made him feel really uncomfortable.

"Ma Juan and Liu Zhengping are dead?" Xia Mingchen asked coldly.

"He's dead. It's Dad's fault. The person who arranged it was not good enough."

Xia Dechang apologized and felt very guilty. He had carefully selected Ma Juan and her husband. They were from the same hometown as Mingchen's mother and also came from the inland. Mingchen's mother had done them a favor.

Ma Juan stayed with Mingchen for more than twenty years and was very dedicated, but he didn't expect that this woman was eventually bribed by Song Wanyi and almost killed his son.

Xia Mingchen drank his tea in silence and ignored him.