On the back mountain of the temple, the four tea trees are nearly a foot long and two feet tall. Their twisted branches are rising and spreading in the air. The shade is as thick as a cover, and no new buds have sprouted yet.

"The climate here is humid, and the water vapor of Feilong Waterfall forms fog and clouds here sooner or later, and it is suitable for tea trees to grow." Monk Hong Xin led everyone to the top of the mountain and said slowly: "There is an old tea on the top of the mountain. It was suddenly thunder catastrophe two years ago. I thought it had reached its deadline, but I didn't expect that it would still sprout new branches, and the tea produced was better than before."

This tea tree is three feet tall, half dry and half flourishing. Half of the thunder is dark, like pig iron, branches like thorns, pointing straight to the sky, and the other half is like a dragon, with its teeth and claws as if it will leaps into the air in the next moment.

Jiang Anyi's heart moved. Two years ago, wasn't it the time when he was suffering from thunder? He stroked the charred tree trunk, struggled, and refused to surrender, and Xiang Rong came from his palm. Jiang Anyi suddenly felt that blood was connected. In Buddhism, he talked about cause and condition, and this tree was destined to me.

Thinking of this, Jiang Anyi turned around and said, "Master, I am willing to buy these tea trees for 200 taels of silver. I wonder if the master is willing to give up?"

Two hundred taels were enough to buy ten Matou Mountains. Jiang Huang was so anxious that he pulled his son's clothes straight away. Huang Kailin coughed repeatedly, trying to stop Jiang Anyi's prodigal behavior.

Monk Hong Xin's expression was faint and said, "Dan Yue doesn't need to be like this. At that time, the entire Matou Mountain was only worth ten taels of silver. Except for the Buddha statues in the temple, this Anlong Temple was built by my own hands by my monks and my disciples. Money is just an external object for monks."

Jiang Anyi noticed that Monk Hong Xin's eyes were clear and dust-free, although the monk's robes were torn, they were clean and clean, and his face was thin but his appearance was solemn. Naturally, there was a pious and compassionate expression between his eyebrows. He couldn't help but apologize: "Master, please don't blame me for your fault."

Monk Hong Xin smiled and said, "These tea trees are spiritual objects that have no masters in the world, and I can't take them for themselves. I just saw Tan Yue stroking the tea tree with his hands and realized that he was destined to be with this tree. These five tea trees can produce more than ten kilograms of dry tea. In addition to sending them to the uncle of the master, there are not many drinks in the temple, and there are few pilgrims in the mountains. There are only four or five kilograms of tea picked in the temple every year, and there are still a little left. Since Tan Yue is Heytea, I have picked all the tea leaves and donated them to Tan Yue."

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

While he was talking, a young monk walked over from the bottom of the mountain and said loudly: "Abbot, Mingxing and donor have a fight."

There was an empty room in front of the temple. When everyone arrived, Jiang Anyi saw his younger brother holding a man's waist desperately, and it seemed that he wanted to fall down. The man was burly and stronger than Wei Meng. He was the most powerful person Jiang Anyi had ever seen in his life.

The man obviously didn't take Jiang Anyong's trouble seriously. He held a wine gourd in his left hand and drank the wine in big mouthfuls. The wine gourd was carried by Jiang Anyong. Jiang Anyi said more than once that he should not drink greed, and it seemed that the effect was not great.

After drinking the wine, the man shook the last few drops from the gourd, and the man threw it away casually. The gourd hit a tree and broke with a "pop".

Seeing that this guy not only robbed his wine, but also broke the wine gourd, Jiang Anyong opened his mouth in anger and bit the man's right arm.

"Oh, you are a dog." The man was in pain and his right arm suddenly raised.

"Stop." Monk Hong Xin shouted sharply.

It was too late to say anything, Jiang Anyong rose up with his arm and rushed straight towards the big tree about a squadron away.

Jiang Anyi moved casually, and with a flash of thought, his toes were lit up, and he rushed up, and he had already arrived in front of the tree. Jiang Anyong barely bumped into it. Jiang Anyi reached out and grabbed Jiang Anyong's collar, turned around in place, and then gently put Jiang Anyong down. Jiang Anyong stood on the ground in a daze, at a loss.

The man said "ah" and walked towards Jiang Anyi.

"I'm not stopping and apologize to the donor." Monk Hong Xin shouted.

The man bowed at Jiang Anyong reluctantly and muttered softly: "Blame me again."

Seeing that the man had a red face and thick black hair had not been slandered, Jiang Anyi asked in surprise: "Who is this master?"

"Ah, this is the nephew of the poor monk and lay family, named Fang Zhizhong." Monk Hongxin sighed: "The poor monk and lay family are from Yuanning, Dengzhou, and are connected to Beimo. The war has continued for years. A few years ago, Beimo captured Yuanning County, and my nephew's family died in the war, and only he left to join the poor monk."

"I took him in the temple. My nephew has the strength to cultivate in the temple. Most of the time he has not lost his wild nature, and he cannot stand the coldness in the temple. He is greedy for wine and greedy, and has a large appetite. Since he came to the temple, many beasts in the mountains have been buried in his mouth. Amitabha, good, good, good."

Jiang Anyi was very interested in Fang Zhizhong. Such a man was majestic and no less than Wei Mengqiang. Fang Zhizhong saw Jiang Anyi taking care of him, glared at him and said in a silly voice: "What are you looking at? Look at me again and I'll beat you up."

Jiang Anyong came to his senses and shouted with a vile and pretended to be a tiger. "Brother, he bullies me, you can teach him a lesson for me."

During this period, Jiang Anyi practiced basic skills with An Yong, and with the help of his mental skills, his skills were much more flexible than before. He secretly tried it a few days ago and could easily lift more than 100 kilograms of stone mill. He consciously could fight with Wei Mengqiang again.

Fang Zhizhong looked at Jiang Anyi with a burning look. Jiang Anyi was also ready to try. Monk Hong Xin had no choice but to instruct Fang Zhizhong: "Don't take action too seriously, be careful."

The two stood five feet apart, and Fang Zhizhong reached out to grab Jiang Anyi's clothes. His hands were as big as a palm fan, and his five fingers were spreading to cover Jiang Anyi's entire body. Of course, Jiang Anyi would not let him catch it. The heat in his body flowed and his body turned electric, and he had already turned to Fang Zhizhong's side.

Jiang Anyi reached out to grab Fang Zhizhong's wrist, but Fang Zhizhong seemed stupid, but his skills were extremely agile. He found that he had grabbed a lot of time and immediately calmed his waist and condensed his energy, and steadily stepped on his steps. Jiang Anyi's hand grabbed his wrist, trying to take advantage of the momentum to pull him, and spit out two moves. Fang Zhizhong was like an old tree planting the roots, and it didn't move at all.

Jiang Anyi let go of his hand, and the two separated again. When they looked at each other, they became more serious. It turned out that the opponent was not simple.

Fang Zhizhong was not durable and waited for a long time. He opened his arms and rushed towards Jiang Anyi. Jiang Anyi did not retreat but advanced. He passed through Fang Zhizhong's armpit, folded his palms together, and printed on the right rib of Fang Zhizhong. Fang Zhizhong saw that he was rushing to the sky, and immediately realized that it was not good. His right hand retracted and bent his arms to protect his right rib. Jiang Anyi's palms felt that they hit the rock, and his footsteps were unstable.

"What a great strength." Jiang Anyi secretly praised in his heart, his body kept drifting around Fang Zhizhong, looking for opportunities.

Fang Zhiju saw Jiang Anyi like a raccoon, floating around, and did not dare to act randomly, so he simply took a steady step, danced his fists, and practiced his fists in a regular and lawful manner. The fists were whirring and the moves were continuous, stirring up the dead leaves on the ground, full of momentum. Jiang Anyi was like a boat in the waves, walking with the wind and waves, which seemed extremely dangerous, but in fact, it was as peaceful as Mount Tai.

Jiang Huang was so nervous that he couldn't breathe. When did Yi'er practice martial arts? If Master Hong Xin, who was not saying "It's not important to fight", Jiang Huang would have wanted to stop drinking. Jiang Anyong and Yan'er were full of confidence in their brother, and the brother and sister jumped and jumped loudly to cheer for their brother.

Monk Hong Xin's eyes flashed and he nodded secretly. This young man had good internal skills, but he didn't really use it, otherwise the most important thing would not last for so long.

A stick of incense has passed, and Fang Zhizhuo saw that he could not touch Jiang Anyi's clothes, and his fists repeatedly hit the empty space. This feeling was really uncomfortable. With a roar, Fang Zhizhuo stopped his fist and legs and took a deep breath. The strip of hair tied was shaken away, and the dispersed black hair fluttered in the wind, just like a Vajra coming to the world and an Arhat possessed him.

"I have the courage to face me with a palm." Fang Zhizhong said in a muffled voice.

Jiang Anyi felt like a fire was on his body, and the heat was like an angry wave surging through the embankment, sweeping through his dantian, and was about to find a hole to vent. Hearing Fang Zhizhong's words, Jiang Anyi swung his fist toward Fang Zhizhong without saying a word. The true energy whistled along the meridians in his hand, and the fist wind carried a wave of heat.

Fang Zhizhong found out that Jiang Anyi was abnormal, squatted his feet slightly, put away his fists, and waited for Jiang Anyi's fist to approach, exhaled and punched him suddenly. With a "bang", the wind was everywhere and dust flew.

"Come again." Jiang Anyi felt the true energy flowing out, and his restlessness in his body decreased slightly. He retreated and advanced, raised his fist and hit him again. Fang Zhizhong held his breath and shouted "其其" in a row, and there were more than ten punches. Fang Zhizhong was shocked and retreated five feet away. A deep groove of three inches was plowed out on the ground, and finally sat on the ground.

Jiang Anyi felt his true energy running around, his chest was extremely stuffy, his whole body was sore and weak, and he was about to collapse softly.

"Amitabha." The sound of the Dharma name was loud and loud in his ears. Monk Hongxin made a move like lightning, stretching his fingers between Jiang Anyi's chest and abdomen. The coolness entered with his fingers, and Jiang Anyi suddenly became much more awake.

"Tan Yue still has not calmed his mind and calmed his energy, and he uses his daily life to return to the dantian."

When Jiang Anyi heard this, he sat cross-legged and regulated his breathing according to the daily exercises. The scattered true energy slowly began to tame it, like a trickle of flowing into the dantian, and then flowed from the dantian to the meridians, circulating back and forth, and rebirth.

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

Seeing that my mother was so anxious that she was about to shed tears, Jiang Anyi smiled and comforted, "Mom, it's okay, I just got angry, I'll just rest."

He stood up slowly and saw Monk Hong Xin, Jiang Anyi bowed and said, "Thank you, Master." Although he didn't know what happened to him just now, Jiang Anyi knew that it was extremely dangerous. Without Master Hong Xin's few strokes, he didn't know what would happen.

Monk Hong Xin clasped his hands together and bowed without saying a word.

Jiang Anyi looked around and did not see Fang Zhizhong. He asked with concern: "Master, Fang Zhizhong is fine."

"It's okay, he was a little exhausted, so I asked him to rest. Tan Yue, your qi and blood are just calm, so you might as well go to my monk's meditation room to rest. I am a little familiar with medical skills and can take your pulse."

When Jiang Huang heard that Monk Hongxin could take his pulse, he repeatedly agreed and asked Jiang Anyong to support his brother and follow Monk Hongxin to the Zen room.
Chapter completed!