The tea here was clearly different from other places, it was brewed on the spot. It was not specific which tea leaves were used, but the flavor was rich. On the horizontal sail, the left side read "Enchanting Tea," and the right side read "Mengpo Soup."
Tan Wenbin bought three cups. The three of them sat on small stools, sipping slowly. The taste was okay, very strong but not bitter.
The temple fair was mostly attended by locals, but there were quite a few tourists attracted by the Ghost Festival, and even some foreigners could be seen.
"Xiao Yuan, is the Yama Hall really up there?" Run Sheng asked, pointing at the buildings above.
"It's Emperor Fengdu, who manages the Netherworld and is the ancestral spirit of all souls in the world."
"Sounds impressive." Tan Wenbin took a sip of tea, "Is he a local?"
