As he walked, he pondered the fortune teller's words, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. Wu Qing said that the golden hairpin could save the ancient tree, and the fortune teller said that it was dangerous, and he couldn't tell right from wrong for a while, and he was full of psychological contradictions, and he didn't know what to do.

The mountain began to fall silent, and it looked eerie. Occasionally, a few night birds chirped, breaking the deathly silence. The forests all over the mountains are like thousands of soldiers and horses in ambush, cold and solemn.

Nonglu felt more and more tired, weak, and even a little afraid, and unconsciously arrived at Yanziling. Nonglu remembered that there was a temporary shed for hunters nearby, and he picked up the rattan and walked in that direction. Due to the hurry, Nonglu tripped over a fallen branch, and his face was scratched with a little skin, he wiped it with his hand, and there was a feeling of oozing blood, he didn't care about this, and now he just wanted to take a nap as soon as possible.

In the shed, there are sundries all over the place, and no one has lived in it for a long time, and the shed is originally small, so the space inside is even smaller. The shed was dark and dreary, and he could not see anything, and when he touched a plank with his hand, it felt hard and wet, and there was a thin layer of hay, which was so wet that he had no time to take care of it, so he tilted his body and fell asleep.

The farmer slept soundly and soon fell asleep. He dreamed of his grandfather, who was smiling slowly at him, but did not speak, but held a carved wooden stick in his hand, as if it was full of flowers on the thick nanmu, with bursts of fragrance and refreshing; It is like a bud growing on an old tea tree, with wisps of fragrance, eye-catching, in short, a long-lasting agarwood.

However, the grandfather of the farmer took a wooden stick and knocked on the body of a tree like an ancient tea tree, only to see that the crown of the ancient tea tree was shining with golden light, and then the eyes were full of verdant, and the leaves seemed to be plated with a layer of golden luster, which was extremely dazzling. Then the golden light suddenly retracted, turned into a strong light, and rushed to the sky.

I don't know how long it took, but Nonglu woke up in a daze, shook his head, and remembered that he had a strange dream last night. At the moment, there was a fight in his mind, and he hadn't completely sorted out his head for a while. Seeing the faint light roaming in the forest outside the shed, the farmer stretched his waist again, and suddenly, he clearly remembered the scene of his dream last night: Could it be that my grandfather entrusted me with a dream?!

Just then, a voice came: "Anyone?" ”

The farmhouse heard a cry outside the shed. It's strange, how could anyone come at this time?

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Qing appeared in the shed, and stood in front of him, smiling at him.

Nong Lu settled down and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Wu Qing said casually: "I'm going back to Lu'er Mountain and passing by here, just to see you." ”

The second monk of Nonglu said "oh" in confusion, then stopped talking, lowered his head, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and he also looked a little unrefreshed. The night's troubles still seem to be hanging on his face.

Wu Qing knocked on the side and said to Nonglu: "Remember what I told you earlier, as long as you use the golden hairpin to cast a spell, you can relieve the disease of the tea tree and protect your ancient tea tree." ”

Nong Lu suddenly realized something, and hurriedly nodded "mmmm" and agreed.

Out of the shed, the two parted ways and went their separate ways. Nonglu seemed to be suppressed by the disease of the ancient tea tree, like a boulder pressing down on the heart, and there was a dull pain.

Nonglu thought to himself: This ancient tea tree is handed down from the ancestors, and the ancestors risked their lives to protect it, live and prosper with it, and go through the wind and rain, but nothing can go wrong in their own hands. Otherwise, sorry for the ancestors.

The morning light is faint, and the forest is full of life. The farm house walked through the bushes, and the fog in the mountains was heavy, and I didn't realize that my clothes and pants were wet, and the mountain roads became more and more slippery. Nonglu walked towards the ancient tea tree, and while thinking of Wu Qing's words just now, it seemed to have a taste of confidence.

Unfortunately, halfway down the road, the farmer met a villager who went up the mountain, and when the villager saw the farm, he hurriedly said: "Your ancient tea tree has lost its leaves, and there are a lot of yellow spots, I'm afraid it is very dangerous." ”

"Got it." The farmer didn't look back.

The villager said angrily, "I don't know what to do." ”

After a few more beams, the farm came to the tea mountain, and the yellow spots on the ancient tea trees could be seen faintly not far away, and then took a closer look, and the local leaves began to fall, and the situation was obviously aggravated. Seeing this situation, he was anxious and felt a little scared.

In fact, the disease of the ancient tea tree seen by Nonglu is called "standing blight", that is, the leaves are yellow, the veins are green, the top of the new shoots is drooping, and the whole branch is wilting after development. This is really dangerous.

Nong Lu was stunned at first, and Wu Qing's words were still echoing in his ears just now. Nonglu thought about it again, since the ancient tea tree can survive for thousands of years, it must be blessed with great life and great creation. It's like self-soothing.

At the moment, it was important to save the tree, so Nonglu hurriedly took out the golden hairpin according to the method Wu Qing said, and was about to show it, only to hear an exclamation behind him: "Slow!" "It's the fortune teller again.

When Nonglu saw the fortune teller, he was angry: "What are you doing here?" What does this have to do with you? ”

"If you use the golden hairpin to cast a spell, I dare to guarantee that the ancient tea tree will not live for more than three months, you hurry up and nail the dragon-shaped nail, so that you can lock the demonic energy." Just as Nonglu hesitated, the fortune teller went directly to grab the dragon-shaped nail on Nonglu's body.

"Nonglu, don't give it to him!" Wu Qing suddenly appeared.

Seeing this scene, Nonglu hurriedly covered the dragon-shaped iron nail.

Wu Qing strode forward, blocked the fortune teller, took the opportunity to snatch the golden hairpin in the cloth bag of the farmer's house, turned around, and instantly threw himself at the branch of the ancient tea tree, only to see that the golden hairpin first rotated around the tree, and everywhere it went seemed to be plated with a layer of broken gold, as the broken gold gradually spread, and like a sewn golden silk coat, the branches and leaves highlighted green, and the yellow spots were gone.

Then, the golden hairpin climbed layer by layer around the branches, gradually rising up to the top of the canopy, like a vivid gold ring in the hands of a silversmith, slowly rotating and climbing, and making a "bang" sound. At this moment, the golden light seemed to have an invisible force and quickly gathered, forming an irregular circle, as if a golden ball was rising from the top of the ancient tea tree.

In an instant, wherever the golden light arrived, the leaves began to turn green, and the fallen leaves also turned onto the trees, as if by magic, and everything returned to its original appearance.

Nonglu was dumbfounded, his eyes shining with golden light, and he was stunned by the miracle that happened in front of him, as if he was nailed there, motionless.

The fortune teller saw that the situation was not good, so he ran away in dismay.

The farmer's ancient tea tree grows on a relatively gentle slope next to a huge rock, with a straight trunk, well-developed branches, and dense leaves. The ancient tea tree is 15 meters tall, and it takes two or three people to enclose it at breast height, with an average crown width of nearly 10 meters. Especially compared with the surrounding trees, it appears tall and straight, handsome and green, like a huge green umbrella that always supports the greenery of life, revealing the ancient fragrance.

Wu Qing saw that the ancient tea tree was saved, so he took back the golden hairpin and inserted it in one of his hair.

In the eyes of Nonglu, Wu Qing is already a mythical figure. After the excitement, Nonglu calmed down again, and always felt that there was still a little doubt that had not been solved, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he asked bluntly: "Why did the fortune teller run away?" ”

Wu Qing said: "I cast the golden hairpin first, and his spell will not work." ”

Nong Lu asked, "Why is that?" ”

Wu Qing said: "It may be one thing to one thing." ”

Nong Lu felt that this was the reason, so he didn't ask any more.

It turned out that the reason why Wu Qing suddenly appeared in front of the ancient tea tree was because after she broke up with Nonglu, in fact, she turned back and followed Nonglu, seemingly breaking up, but actually following her peers, at that time she was afraid that if something abnormal happened, it would be bad. As expected, this is the thrilling scene I just saw.

So, the two talked and laughed and went down the mountain, like swallows flying in the sky under the sun, light and happy.