Chapter 12
The first ray of golden light in the morning penetrated the clouds and fell to Qingquan Temple. The fog in the mountains and forests had just evaporated, and Lin Zhao washed his face with well water. The cool water soaked his cheeks, and he let out a long sigh of relief. He walked to the table next to the thatched shed, poured a cup of tea from the table, and slurped down my stomach, so relieved! Shantong would always prepare a pot to boil and let it cool down, and the people in the temple never lacked water to drink. Lin Zhao tasted the well water that had been soaked in clear water beads. It tasted clearer than before, and could taste a little bit of sweetness. After drinking it, one's energy and energy improved a lot. Shantong Bushibuer has to drink a big bucket every day. Those students are tired from reading, and th...