On the mountain behind the temple, four tea trees are nearly a foot long, two feet high, and the vigorous branches are rising wantonly in the air, and the thick shade is like a cover, and no new sprouts have yet sprouted.

"The climate here is humid, and the water vapor of Feilong Waterfall forms fog clouds here in the morning and evening, which is suitable for the growth of tea trees." Monk Hongxin led everyone to the top of the mountain, and said slowly: "There is an old tea on the top of the mountain, two years ago it was suddenly robbed by lightning, I thought it had reached the limit, but I didn't expect it to still sprout new branches, and the tea produced is especially better than in the past." ”

This tea tree tree is three feet high, half withered and half glorious, the color of the thundered half is pitch black, like pig iron, the branches are like thorns, unyielding straight to the sky, the other half is like a dragon, opening its teeth and dancing claws as if it will take off in the next moment.

Jiang Anyi's heart moved, wasn't it when he was robbed by lightning two years ago? Stroking the scorched black trunk, the meaning of struggle, unyielding, and glory came from the palm of his hand, Jiang Anyi suddenly had a feeling of blood connection, Buddhism talks about karma, and this tree has a fate with me.

Thinking of this, Jiang Anyi turned around and said, "Master, I am willing to buy these tea trees for two hundred taels of silver, I wonder if the master is willing to cut love?" ”

Two hundred taels is enough to buy ten Matou Mountains, Jiang Huang was so anxious that he pulled his son's clothes next to him, Huang Kailin coughed again and again, wanting to stop Jiang Anyi's ruined behavior.

Monk Hongxin's expression was faint, and he said: "Tan Yue doesn't need to be like this, the entire Matou Mountain is only worth ten taels of silver, this Anlong Temple in addition to the Buddha statue in the temple, every brick and tile is built by the poor monks and the disciples themselves, and money is just a foreign thing to the monks." ”

Jiang Anyi noticed that Monk Hongxin's eyes were clear and dust-free, the monk's clothes were torn but clean and plain, his face was thin but solemn, and his eyebrows naturally showed pious compassion, and he couldn't help but apologize: "Master, Xiaosheng lost his words, don't blame him." ”

Monk Hongxin smiled and said, "These tea trees are originally ownerless spiritual creatures in heaven and earth, and poor monks can't keep them for themselves. I just saw Tan Yue caressing the tea tree with his hands, and I thought it was related to this tree. These five tea trees can produce more than ten catties of dry tea, in addition to sending it to the uncle, the temple does not drink much, the pilgrims in the mountains are scarce, the temple picks only four or five catties of tea every year, and there is a slight surplus. Since this year, I have picked all the tea leaves, and some of them have been given to Tanyue. ”

"Thank you, Master." Jiang Anyi was overjoyed when he heard this.

While he was talking, a young monk walked over briskly from the bottom of the mountain and said loudly: "Abbot, Minghe and the benefactor have fought. ”

There was an empty field in front of the temple, and when everyone arrived, Jiang Anyi saw that his younger brother was desperately hugging a man's waist, and it seemed that he wanted to fall him. That man was burly, stronger than Wei Meng, and he was the strongest person Jiang Anyi had ever seen in his life.

The man obviously didn't take Jiang Anyong's toss in his eyes, holding a wine gourd in his left hand and drinking it in a big gulp. The wine gourd was brought by Jiang Anyong, and Jiang Anyi said more than once that he should not be greedy for a cup, but it seemed that it had little effect.

After drinking the wine, he shook off the last few drops of the gourd, and the man threw it away. The wine gourd hit a tree and broke with a "snap".

Jiang Anyong saw that this guy not only grabbed his own wine to drink, but also broke the wine gourd, opened his mouth angrily, and bit the man's right arm.

"Oh, you're a dog." The man was in pain, and his right arm jerked up.

"Stop." Monk Hongxin shouted.

It was too late to speak, Jiang Anyong rose up with his arm in the air, and slammed straight into the big tree outside Zhangxu.

Jiang Anyi's body moved at will, and in a flash, his toes touched the ground, and he jumped up, and he had already come to the tree. Jiang Anyong was able to hit him, Jiang Anyi reached out and grabbed Jiang Anyong's collar, turned around on the spot, and gently put Jiang Anyong down after eliminating the force. Jiang Anyong stood on the ground in a daze, at a loss.

The man "pouted" and walked towards Jiang Anyi.

"Evil obstacles, don't stop, apologize to the donor." Monk Hongxin shouted.

The man bowed to Jiang Anyong reluctantly and muttered softly, "Blame me again." ”

Jiang Anyi saw that the man's face was red, his thick black hair had not been shaved, and he was about twenty years old, so he asked in surprise, "Who is this master?" ”

"Alas, this is the nephew of a poor monk and layman, named Fang Zhizhong." Monk Hongxin sighed: "The poor monks and laymen are from Yuanning in Dengzhou, which is connected to the Northern Desert, and the war has been raging for many years. A few years ago, the Northern Desert broke through Yuanning County, and my nephew's family was killed in the war, and he was the only one who came to join the poor monks. ”

"The poor monk took him in the temple, my nephew has the strength to do it, and the cultivation in the temple depends on him. However, he has not taken off his wild nature, he can't stand the cold in the temple, he is greedy for wine, and he eats a lot, since he came to the temple, I don't know how many birds and beasts in this mountain have been buried in his mouth. Amitabha, good, good. ”

Jiang Anyi was very interested in the other party, such a man was majestic, and he was not inferior to Wei Mengqiang. Fang Zhi saw Jiang Anyi taking care of himself up and down, glared, and said in a simple voice: "Look at what, watch out again, I will beat you." ”

Jiang Anyong came back to his senses and shouted in a pretending manner on the side: "Brother, he bullied me, you teach him a lesson for me." ”

Jiang Anyi practiced basic skills with An Yong during this time, and with the help of mental methods, his skills were much more flexible than before, and he secretly tried it a few days ago, and he could easily lift a stone mill of more than 100 catties, and he felt that if he met Wei Mengqiang again, he could fight with him for a few rounds.

Fang Zhizhong looked at Jiang Anyi with burning eyes, Jiang Anyi was also eager to try, and Monk Hongxin had to tell Fang Zhizhong: "Don't shoot too hard, pay attention to proportion." ”

The two stood five feet apart, and Fang Zhizhong reached out to grab Jiang Anyi's clothes. That hand was as big as a pu fan, and the five fingers were spread out to cover Jiang Anyi's entire body. Of course, Jiang Anyi wouldn't let him catch it, the hot air in his body was circulating, and his body was already turning to Fang Zhizhong's side.

Jiang Anyi stretched out his hand to grab Fang Zhizhong's wrist, but Fang Zhizhong looked stupid, but his skills were extremely agile, and when he found that he had grabbed a void, he immediately sank his waist and calmed his breath, and steadied his pace. Jiang Anyi's hand grabbed his wrist, trying to take advantage of the momentum to pull, and spit out two handfuls in a row, Fang Zhizhong was like an old tree rooted, not moving at all.

Jiang Anyi let go of his hand, and the two separated again, looking at each other with more solemnity, it turned out that the opponent was not simple.

Fang Zhizhong was not durable, opened his arms, and pounced on Jiang Anyi. Jiang Anyi did not retreat but advanced, his short body passed under Fang Zhizhong's armpit, his palms were stacked together, and he printed under Fang Zhizhong's right ribs. Fang Zhi saw that he was in the air, and immediately knew that it was not good, his right hand retracted hard, and his arm was bent to protect his right ribs, Jiang Anyi's palms felt like they hit the rock, and the shock made his steps unsteady.

"That's a lot of strength." Jiang Anyi secretly praised in his heart, his body did not stop, drifting around Fang Zhizhong's footsteps, looking for opportunities.

Fang Zhi saw Jiang Anyi's body like a civet dog, erratic, he didn't dare to make a move indiscriminately, so he simply steadied his footsteps, danced with his fists, and practiced his fists in an orderly manner. Jiang Anyi is like a boat in the waves, walking with the wind and waves, it seems to be very dangerous, but in fact it is as safe as Mount Tai.

Jiang Huang's nervousness couldn't breathe, when did Yi'er learn martial arts? If it weren't for Master Hongxin on the side who even said, "Don't worry", Jiang Huang would have wanted to stop drinking. Jiang Anyong and Yan'er are full of confidence in their brother, and the brother and sister jump and jump high to cheer for their brother.

Monk Hongxin's eyes flashed, and he nodded secretly, this young man is good at internal strength, but he doesn't really know how to use it, otherwise he won't be able to support it for so long.

After a pillar of incense, Fang Zhi saw that he couldn't touch the corners of Jiang Anyi's clothes, and his fists repeatedly hit the air, which was really uncomfortable. With a roar, Fang Zhizhong stopped his fists and legs, took a deep breath, the strip of cloth that bound his hair was shaken apart, and the black hair fluttered in the wind, like King Kong descending into the world, and the Arhat possessed him.

"You have the courage to slap me in the face." Fang Zhi said in a heavy voice.

Jiang Anyi only felt that his body was on fire, and the heat was like an angry wave rushing to the embankment, sweeping through his whole body from the dantian, and he was trying to find an outlet to vent out. Hearing Fang Zhizhong's words, Jiang Anyi didn't say a word, and swung his fist at Fang Zhizhong. True Qi roared along the meridians in his hands, and the fist wind carried a wave of heat.

Fang Zhizhong noticed Jiang Anyi's abnormality, squatted slightly with his feet, retracted his fists, and waited for Jiang Anyi's fists to approach, exhaled and punched violently to meet him. With a "bang", the wind was strong and the dust was flying.

"Again." Jiang Anyi felt that the true qi was gushing out, the restlessness in his body decreased slightly, his body retreated and advanced, raised his fist and hit again, Fang Zhizhong held his breath, and the sound of "Woo Woo" was endless, and there were more than ten punches in a row. Fang Zhizhong was shocked and retreated five feet, ploughed a deep furrow three inches deep on the ground, and finally sat on the ground.

Jiang Anyi only felt that his true qi was running wildly, his chest was abnormally stuffy, his whole body was sore, and he was about to collapse softly.

"Amitabha." The sound of the Dharma horn in his ears was loud, and Monk Hongxin made his hand like electricity, stretching out his fingers to connect the dots between Jiang Anyi's chest and abdomen, and the cool meaning came in with his fingers, and Jiang Anyi suddenly sobered up a lot.

"Tan Yue is still calm, and he is in the dantian according to his luck on weekdays."

Jiang Anyi sat cross-legged when he heard this, and according to the daily pranayama, the scattered true qi slowly began to tame, like a trickle into the dantian, and then from the dantian to the meridians, circulating back and forth, endlessly.

After a long time, Jiang Anyi opened his eyes, and his mother's voice immediately sounded in his ears, "Yi'er, are you okay?" ”

Seeing that her mother was so anxious that tears were about to fall, Jiang Anyi smiled and said with relief: "Mother, it's okay, I was angry just now, just take a rest." ”

Standing up slowly, seeing Monk Hongxin, Jiang Anyi bowed and saluted, "Thank you, master." Although I don't know what happened to me just now, Jiang Anyi knows that it is dangerous and abnormal, and without a few clicks from Master Hongxin, he doesn't know what will happen.

Monk Hongxin clasped his palms together and saluted, without making a sound.

Jiang Anyi looked around, didn't see Fang Zhizhong, and asked with concern, "Master, is Fang Zhizhong okay?" ”

"It's okay, he's a little out of strength, and the poor monk lets him rest. Tan Yue, your qi and blood are just level, you might as well go to the poor monk's meditation room to rest, the poor monk is a little familiar with medical skills, can take the pulse for you. ”

Jiang Huang listened to Monk Hongxin say that he would take the pulse, and agreed repeatedly, asking Jiang Anyong to help his brother go to the meditation room with Monk Hongxin.