Chapter 1159: Asian Branch of the Wushu Party

The Hong Kong Ministry of Magic is not really stupid. In fact, they have been actively communicating with the Muggle government, and Kowloon Walled City Park will be officially open to the public as early as the end of the year.

But for merchants, it is easier to make money by taking advantage of foreign companies.

The Eastern magical world has always been synonymous with mystery. If foreign wizards want to gain a deeper understanding, the best place to go is the relatively open Hong Kong magical world.

Although the magic world in Japan and South Korea is also very open, they cannot compare to Hong Kong, which has the support of the University of Tokyo, in any aspect.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten. Many foreign wizard tourists are happy even if they know they are being ripped off.

With the collective relocation of the Hong Kong wizarding community two years ago, merchants' resentment towards the Ministry of Magic has grown deeper and deeper.

The uncle who runs the herbal medicine store is actually quite polite. Some radical merchants really dare to ambush high-ranking officials and beat them up.

Bai Sheng had no ability to change the current situation, so he could only comfort the uncle that everything would be fine.

But after just a few words of comfort, he started complaining about the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic together with the uncle.

This scene inexplicably brought back a long-lost sense of familiarity to Vincent.

Bai Sheng is a descendant of the Dongda Bai family. He drives a Rolls-Royce Silver Thor and his status in the Hong Kong magic world is definitely not low.

But his attitude towards the merchants was not condescending. Instead, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic with the uncle in a down-to-earth manner.

Although the environment of Longzhai City is very different from the imagined Eastern magical world, it is true that this is the real Eastern magical world.

After saying goodbye to the uncle, Bai Sheng took Vincent and continued to walk through the streets. Every resident they met would greet Bai Sheng warmly.

Soon, they passed by a small square full of teenagers who were happily gathered together drawing various spells on the ground.

The artistic magic graffiti on the wall should also be their masterpiece. The huge slogan "Hong Kong Magic, Go Hard" is particularly eye-catching.

Just as Vincent stopped to admire the images of the oriental magical animals in the graffiti, an old lady holding a feather duster rushed into the square aggressively.

"Zhou Xingxing! What are you doing here, you poor bastard!"

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old dropped the magic brush in his hand in panic and was about to run away when the aunt rushed forward and grabbed his ear.

"You're so clueless! You got 50 points on the test and you're so brave you can walk around the streets!"

The young people quickly dispersed and hid nearby, looking like they were watching the fun.

Vincent outside the square smiled knowingly, "Mr. Bai, let's go."

Accompanied by heart-wrenching screams, the two walked through the alley and came to a secluded path.

The road surface is paved with smooth and round pebbles. When you step on them with shoes, you will feel a slight massage. If you walk barefoot, it will definitely feel very sore.

The trail is not long, and you can see a tree house after passing it.

The tree was a banyan tree. It wasn't as thick as the one that wrapped the huge bronze vault, but it was still more than ten meters tall, and it had a tree house on top that was almost integrated with the lush branches.

Vincent looked up at the talisman fluttering on the eaves of the door, on which were written in wild letters the four characters "Drink tea when you have time".

"We're here." Bai Sheng walked towards the spiral staircase leading to the tree house with a smile on his face.

Although the exterior of the tree house almost blends in with the lush branches of the banyan tree, the door is an elegant partition door.

This place should be the Asian branch of the Wizarding Party. Vincent originally thought that it would be opened in the Muggle city or a particularly secret place, but he didn't expect it to be located in the Hong Kong wizarding community.

Bai Sheng pushed open the door, and a faint scent of tea wafted out.

The teahouse is a little bigger than it looks, and the decoration inside is very ancient, with ancient paintings hanging on the walls and some antique ornaments placed in the corners.

A long carved mahogany tea table was placed in the middle, and there were four small tea tables, one next to the window lattices in the four directions of east, south, west and north.

There is a set of classical and exquisite purple clay tea sets on each of the coffee table and tea table. There are only three mahogany chairs around them, and the missing one is in a different position, as if some mysterious layout is hidden.

Bai Sheng brought Vincent to the mahogany coffee table, "Mr. Wayne, please take a seat."

Since it is a tea house related to fortune-telling and feng shui, different choices will lead to different results.

Vincent subconsciously chose the chair in front of him, which was facing south.

Bai Sheng smiled slightly and moved the chair to sit opposite him.

"Mr. Wayne, the south is associated with fire, representing heat and brightness, corresponding to summer, and symbolizing passion and vitality."

Bai Sheng casually glanced at the small tables in the four directions and the chairs placed around them. "In the Eight Diagrams, the south corresponds to the Li Trigram, which means 'attachment and brightness', symbolizing an upright and passionate character."

He clapped his hands lightly, and the lid of the purple clay teapot in front of him suddenly opened. "Mr. Wayne, you are British. You should prefer sweet and mellow teas like black tea, right?"

Vincent looked at the dazzling array of small jars of tea on the coffee table. They were neatly arranged in eight rows and eight columns. There were no unique markings on the outside of the jars. The choice of tea was probably part of fortune-telling and feng shui.

"Mr. Bai, that's a stereotype." Vincent casually pointed at the small jar in the first row and first column. "I've always wanted to try different teas, but I just haven't had the chance."

Bai Sheng was stunned at first, then burst out laughing, "Mr. Wayne, it seems you like to take the initiative."

He reached for the small jar and opened it, and the rich, pure fragrance of orchids filled his nose. "Da Hong Pao is a type of oolong tea, known for its uplifting aroma and complex taste, symbolizing elegance and independence."

He gently picked up a handful of tea leaves and placed them in the purple clay teapot. "Mr. Wayne, you chose the Qian hexagram, which consists of six yang lines and is the only pure yang hexagram among the sixty-four hexagrams in the Book of Changes."

Vincent knew the Book of Changes and had read it briefly in his previous life, but he could not quite remember what each hexagram represented.

Before closing the lid, Bai Sheng hovered his hand over the purple clay teapot and made a gesture, and boiling water instantly emerged from the pot.

After about two or three seconds, he selected two black porcelain tea cups and poured the bright orange-red tea into each.

"Mr. Wayne, please have some tea." Bai Sheng handed over the teacup with both hands.

The first brew of Dahongpao has a slight bitter taste, but the sweet aftertaste is obvious. The aroma is indeed strong and impressive.

Vincent put down his teacup. "Mr. Bai, I have a little knowledge of the Book of Changes. It uses the six lines of the hexagram to explain the complete development process of things, from potential to peak and then to reflection, right?"

Bai Sheng nodded. "Yes, my method of divination is quite special. Although it's not as specific as Mr. Grindelwald's predictions, I can still deduce divinations at any time."

Being addressed as "Sir" instead of "Prophet" greatly improved Vincent's favor towards him. "So, what is my hexagram?"

Bai Sheng's eyes were like torches. "Nine Three, a gentleman works diligently all day long, and is vigilant at night, without fault."

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