CFSMS -Chapter 159 Lemon Tea — I Only Sell Overnight Ones

The stall was set up, but customers hadn’t logged in yet.

Lu Wu, smelling the sandalwood drifting out from Tianfo Temple, felt drowsy and on the verge of falling asleep.

After the Sealing Demon Formation was activated, many pilgrims chose to wait half a month before returning to Tianfo Temple to offer prayers, and the flow of people had significantly decreased.

As for the hard cultivators, they were still laboriously climbing the mountain.

Bored, Lu Wu rested her chin on her hand and stared blankly into space. Neither Da Huang nor Huo Huo liked this kind of sealed-spirit environment, and both preferred staying inside the blessed cave world rather than coming out.

She waited and waited, until the sun was already high in the sky, yet the mountain path remained completely empty.

Behind her, the temple bell rang again. Not long after, a monk came out holding a broom and began sweeping the ground.

It was an elderly monk.

He had a gray-white beard and wore a washed-out monk’s robe. His broom moved lightly, gathering fallen leaves into neat piles.

At a glance, he looked like a highly experienced “grandmaster sweeper monk” with decades of cultivation.

The sweeping monk naturally noticed Lu Wu watching him, but he did not speak. He simply continued sweeping with full focus.

After clearing the scattered leaves, the ground became clean.

Only when he finished did Lu Wu finally speak up.

“Master, you must be tired from all that work. Would you like a cup of milk tea to quench your thirst?”

She pointed at her sign. “Just pick whatever you want.”

The old monk then properly looked at her. Standing at a distance, he observed the stall with an expression that was neither happy nor sad.

“Milk tea… what is that?”

He asked a soul-piercing question.

Such a novel thing had never appeared in the Qingyuan world. Though the old monk looked serious on the outside, he was actually a bit nervous inside.

He had been assigned to sweep at the temple gate because he disliked staying inside chanting scriptures all day. He had “taken over” the temple entrance just so he could talk more with visitors.

Old people really couldn’t stand loneliness.

When he saw the stall earlier, curiosity had already arisen in him. But he had never heard of milk tea or those strange names, and he felt a gap between himself and the outside world.

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

“It’s a mix of milk, tea, and sugar.”

“I recommend this ‘Cursed Lemon Tea.’ Even though it doesn’t contain milk, having a cup in the morning refreshes your mind.”

“Young people love it. Master, you should try it too.”

Lu Wu’s enthusiastic recommendation of “overnight lemon tea, violently beaten” finally caught the old monk’s attention.

He walked over with his broom, scanned the entire stall, and stared at the price for a long time before nodding.

“Alright. I’ll have one.”

Two mid-grade spirit stones per cup—slightly expensive.

Still, he wanted to see how exactly this “overnight lemon” would be “beaten.”

Finally getting her first customer, Lu Wu was delighted.

She immediately got to work.

The ingredients for the “beaten lemon tea” were simple: black tea leaves, lemons, and natural honey.

She also prepared some small green limes to enhance the flavor.

After boiling water, she steeped the black tea.

The tea was not only visually beautiful but also carried a naturally rich fragrance, like the scent of fresh flowers.

As it steeped, the aroma gradually rose.

Just a pot of tea, yet the old monk’s lazy gaze slowly sharpened.

“Benefactor’s black tea is not ordinary,” he said meaningfully.

Lu Wu smiled slightly. This tea had been specially sourced through her “workers”—natural spiritual tea containing abundant spiritual energy.

Even under the sealing formation, its aroma alone was enough to refresh the mind and spirit.

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

She didn’t fake anything—if she said overnight lemons, they were truly overnight lemons.

The lemons here were large, heavy, with thin skins and abundant juice.

Each slice was cut just right. She placed them into a metal pot, added ice cubes, and threw in two halved small green limes.

Then she picked up a stick.

Under the old monk’s curious gaze, she plunged it into the pot and began violently pounding.

Thud thud thud!

The impact echoed continuously.

Her body, strengthened by spiritual energy, made the motion look brutally powerful.

The golden-yellow lemons were mercilessly crushed, juice bursting out as ice shards cracked.

In the air, the fresh citrus fragrance grew stronger and stronger.

Her arms finally had a chance to show off their strength.

Honestly, it was quite therapeutic.

Lu Wu got carried away and rolled up her sleeves, smashing down rhythmically. The entire stall shook.

“Benefactor… gently, gently…” the old monk couldn’t bear watching the lemons being “tortured.”

“Cough, almost done,” she laughed awkwardly and continued.

She added honey for sweetness. At this point, the black tea was also ready.

She poured it into a large container engraved with a formation to cool it down.

After it cooled, she poured it into the lemon pot and added more ice.

Right in front of the old monk, she shook it vigorously.

The sound of ice clinking against metal was crisp and satisfying.

The lemon tea was nearly finished.

At that moment, from behind the temple gate, the young monk who had gone to report earlier quietly peeked out again.

He poked his head out, looking at Lu Wu with suspicion.

Earlier, he had reported that a “bad woman” might have arrived outside the temple. His senior brother had been alarmed and even planned to escalate the report.

But after hearing her description, the senior brother suddenly became energized as if he had drunk some divine nectar. He even secretly pulled him aside and said the woman was not bad at all.

He also exchanged a Buddhist scripture with him, asking him not to tell others.

The young monk couldn’t understand.

Could it be… his senior brother and this bad woman were colluding?

But his senior brother was the most outstanding disciple of Tianfo Temple. He shouldn’t betray them.

The world of adults… he didn’t understand.

But he would use his own way to protect the temple.

First, he would monitor this “bad woman.” No demon or ghost could escape his eyes.

Yet as soon as he came out, he saw his sweeping uncle had already been “won over” and even bought her lemon tea.

What kind of good person sells overnight goods?

“Master, your beaten lemon tea is ready.”

In a crystal cup, pale red lemon tea swirled. Ice cubes clinked against each other, forming a thin frost on the glass walls.

It looked extremely beautiful.

The old monk took it. A cool sensation spread through the cup, instantly clearing his mind.

He took a tentative sip.

As an old man, he cared about health.

It had been a long time since he drank something cold in the morning. The chill made his whole body jolt.

Once his body adapted, the sour-sweet, slightly bitter taste that followed felt as if it lifted his entire spirit into the clouds.