Old Jin City on the Wall

"Shopkeeper, you've only gone halfway through your story, what happens next?" "Next? That's eighteen hundred years from now. Are you sure you want to hear it?" Ever since Wu Ling brewed the last packet of tea his grandfather left behind, the corner door opened by itself. Behind the door were towering flames, a bronze sacred tree, and a golden mask. Three thousand years into Chengdu, someone was still waiting for him to tell stories. ... "Wu Ji Tea House in Jingxiang, the best tea house in Sichuan. Its founding year and its builder are unknown. It has a hundred bamboo chairs, three covered teacups, and tea at your discretion. The shopkeeper is a skilled storyteller, recounting events from the Qin and Han dynasties, the Three Kingdoms, and the Tang and Song dynasties with such detail and realism that it seems almost supernatural. Every evening, the sound of the gavel silences the entire house, and people forget to leave as the tea cools." — *Sichuan Tea Notes*