Chapter 159: Chapter 159: I Only Sell Overnight Lemon Tea

The stall was all set up, but there were no customers yet.

Lu Wu sniffed the scent of sandalwood wafting from the Heavenly Buddha Temple, feeling drowsy.

After the Sealing Demon Array was activated, many pilgrims chose to wait half a month before coming to the Heavenly Buddha Temple to worship, so the flow of people had dwindled.

Meanwhile, the Ascetics were still huffing and puffing their way up the mountain.

Bored, Lu Wu rested her chin in her hand and spaced out. Dahuang and Huohuo both disliked this spirit-sealing environment and preferred to stay inside the Grotto Heaven.

She waited and waited. The sun was high in the sky, but the path up the mountain was still completely empty.

The temple bell behind her rang again. A short while later, a monk came out with a broom and began to sweep.

He was an elderly monk.

He had a graying beard and wore a faded patchwork robe. With a light flick of his broom, the fallen leaves gathered into a pile.

A single glance told her this was an advanced Sweeping Monk with ten years of Power.

The Sweeping Monk was naturally aware of Lu Wu watching him, but he didn’t interact with her, focusing solely on his sweeping.

After the scattered leaves were swept away, the ground was clean.

It wasn’t until the old monk was finishing his work that Lu Wu took the initiative to invite him over.

"Master, you look tired from all that work. Would you like a cup of milk tea to quench your thirst?"

Lu Wu pointed to her sign. "Whatever you’d like, feel free to order."

Only then did the old monk properly look at Lu Wu. He stood at a distance, observing her stall with an expression of serene indifference.

"Milk tea... what is that?"

He posed a soul-searching question to Lu Wu.

This newfangled thing had never appeared in the Green Origin Realm before. Despite the old monk’s serious facade, he was actually quite anxious inside.

The reason he had been assigned to sweep the entrance was that he disliked holing up in the Buddhist Temple to chant scriptures.

He had taken charge of the temple’s main entrance precisely so he could chat more with the pilgrims.

’Ah, old people just can’t stand being lonely.’

The moment he saw the stall, his curiosity was piqued.

But he had never heard of milk tea, nor of those strange and bizarre names on the menu, which made him feel disconnected from the secular world.

He didn’t dare to ask, afraid of being laughed at.

"It’s a mixture of milk, tea, and sugar."

"I recommend this Smashed Lemon Tea. It doesn’t have milk, but a cup in the morning is great for waking you up and clearing your head."

"All the young people love it. You should give it a try too, Master."

Lu Wu’s passionate recommendation for her Smashed Lemon Tea, made with overnight lemons, captured the old monk’s attention.

He walked over, broom in hand, his gaze sweeping across the entire stall. After staring at the price for a good while, he nodded.

"Alright, I’ll have one."

’Two Intermediate Spirit Stones a cup. A bit pricey.’

That being the case, he was now rather curious to see just how these "overnight lemons" were going to be "smashed."

Having finally snagged a customer, Lu Wu was delighted.

She got to work with practiced speed.

The ingredients for the Smashed Lemon Tea were simple: mainly black tea leaves, lemons, and natural fruit honey.

Lu Wu had also prepared some small green limes to enhance the fruit tea’s flavor.

The water came to a boil, and Lu Wu put the black tea in to steep.

The black tea not only had a beautiful, appealing color but also a naturally rich fragrance, much like the scent of fresh flowers.

As the hot water brewed the leaves, the aroma of the black tea began to rise.

It was just a pot of black tea, yet the old monk’s previously wandering gaze began to focus.

"Benefactor, your black tea is quite extraordinary."

The old monk’s words were laden with meaning.

Lu Wu smiled, pressing her lips together. This was no ordinary black tea; it was a natural Spiritual Tea she had specifically tasked her "tool people" to procure, and it contained abundant Spiritual Power.

Even within the Sealing Demon Array, the aroma of this Spiritual Power-nourished tea was enough to refresh the heart and soul.

Amidst the swirling steam from the tea, Lu Wu took out the overnight lemon slices.

Lu Wu didn’t cheat. If she said overnight lemons, she meant it.

The lemons here were large and heavy, yet their peels were thin and they were full of juice.

Each lemon slice was cut to a moderate thickness. Lu Wu placed them in a metal pitcher, then added a suitable amount of ice and two limes cut in half.

Then, under the old monk’s curious gaze, she took out a muddler and plunged it into the pitcher, beginning to pound with force.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

A continuous stream of impacts rang out.

A body nourished by Spiritual Power was truly different. When she put her strength into it, the result was downright brutal.

The yellow-orange lemons in the pitcher were violently destroyed by Lu Wu, their juice squeezed out, and the ice cubes were partially crushed.

The unique, fresh scent of lemon grew stronger in the air.

The muscles on Lu Wu’s arms finally had a stage to perform, and they began to show off with abandon.

’You know, this is actually pretty stress-relieving.’

Lu Wu got carried away. She rolled up her sleeves and, with a series of BANG! BANG! BANGS!, started smashing away, making the whole stall shake.

"Benefactor, gently, gently."

Watching the entire process of the lemons suffering this brutal torture, the old monk couldn’t bear it.

"Ahem, it’ll be ready in just a moment."

Lu Wu gave a dry laugh and proceeded to the next steps.

First, she added honey for sweetness. By this time, the black tea had finished steeping.

Lu Wu poured the brewed tea into a large container that had an Array set upon it for cooling. Once it was chilled, she poured it into the smashed lemon pitcher and added more ice.

In front of the old monk, Lu Wu gave it a good shake.

The sound of the ice cubes clinking against the metal was crisp and pleasant.

The lemon tea was nearly finished. Meanwhile, behind the temple gate, the little monk who had gone in to report the news emerged again.

He stood at the entrance, secretly peeking his head out, his eyes filled with suspicion as he looked at Lu Wu.

Initially, after he had told his Senior Brother that a "bad woman" might have appeared outside the Buddhist Temple, his Senior Brother had been very nervous, saying he needed to report it further up.

But when he described the "bad woman’s" appearance and her stall, his Senior Brother suddenly perked up as if he had drunk ambrosia.

He had even mysteriously pulled him aside and said that this "bad woman" wasn’t bad at all.

He even traded a Buddhist Scripture with him in exchange for his promise not to tell anyone else in the temple about it.

The little monk couldn’t figure it out.

’Could it be that Senior Brother is colluding with this bad woman?’

’But as the most outstanding Buddha Son in the temple right now, Senior Brother wouldn’t betray the Heavenly Buddha Temple.’

He just didn’t understand the world of adults.

But he would use his own methods to protect the Heavenly Buddha Temple.

And the first step was to keep this bad woman under surveillance. He believed that no Demon or monster could escape his discerning eye.

Who would have thought that as soon as he came out, he would see that the Sweeping Uncle had already been won over by the bad woman, and was even buying some "lemon tea" from her.

’What kind of good person sells things that are a day old?’

"Master, your Smashed Lemon Tea is ready."

Inside a crystal-clear cup, the pale red lemon tea swirled, ice cubes jostling against each other and creating a layer of frost on the glass.

It looked gorgeous.

The old monk took it. A faint chill spread from the cup, instantly clearing his head.

He lowered his head and took a tentative sip.

’When you get old, you start caring about your health.’

The old monk, who hadn’t had an iced drink in the morning for a very long time, shivered from the sudden cold.

But once his body adjusted to the chill, the sweet, sour, and slightly bitter taste that followed made the old monk feel as if he were floating on a cloud.

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