More Than a Visit
You walk through the temple and sit down with the tea. That is the whole point.

Your guide does not recite sutras. This temple — founded in 939, named by an emperor — becomes a study in light: yellow walls, round windows, corridors where shadow shifts with the sun. You walk a tea-plantation trail where monks and scholars once strolled after prayers, breathing green tea leaves and stream-sound. Then you sit in a quiet tea house facing the mountain, whisk tea the way Song dynasty poets did, and press an incense seal that monks used to measure time. From looking, to doing.
