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Rongcheng is also known as Sanshan, Dongyue, and the capital of the King of Minyue was once established here. It is the capital of Fujian. It is backed by the mountains and the sea, with a pleasant climate, a superior geographical environment, and rich hot spring resources. It is known as the "hot spring city, a scenic spot in the south of the Yangtze River".

Song Wen and Chi Qiaosheng came to Rongcheng on a plane. When they walked out of the airport, they saw the vehicle coming to pick them up. They got on and headed towards Xichan Ancient Temple. Song Wen sat in the car and looked out the window. Everything outside seemed familiar and unfamiliar. In the past few years, many buildings on both sides of the road have been built again. I remember that there were many shops here before, but now they have become tall buildings.

Xichan Ancient Temple is surrounded by green shades under the western suburbs, making it look extremely quiet. When the car arrived at Xichan Ancient Temple, he did not stop in front of the temple, and drove directly into the backyard of the ancient temple. After he arrived at the backyard, Song Wen saw a little monk waiting there.

"Mingdao, why are you here?" Chi Qiaosheng asked strangely when he saw the little monk.

"Master is here to wait for you. Please come from the two donors. My master has been waiting for you for more than a while." As he said that, Ming Dao took them forward.

The ancient Xichan Temple is very wide. In the temple, there are majestic Heavenly King Hall, the Great Hall, the Dharma Hall, the Sutra Tower, and many halls outside the temple, forming a well-proportioned, solemn and elegant architectural complex.

According to legend, during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the alchemy master Wang Ba "fired stones to make elixirs and made elixirs into medicines." During the hunger years, he relied on selling medicine to exchange rice to help the poor people. After Wang Ba "takes medicine and immortal molt", people built a temple to commemorate him.

Song Wen walked and looked at it, and it felt good. Although the ancient Xichan Temple was built in the Tang Dynasty, it has been renovated throughout the dynasties and has long been nothing from the Tang Dynasty. Instead, it has blended the essence of architecture from all dynasties. Flowers, plants and trees are planted in the temples, and the temples look very quiet, which is a good place for practice.?????????????????????????????

After a while, Mingdao brought the two of them to the guest room. As soon as he entered the door, Song Wen found that an old monk had already sat in the room. The old monk closed his eyes, twisted Buddhist beads with his hands, and mooed in his mouth. When he heard someone coming in, he immediately opened his eyes and showed a kind smile.

"The two donors are finally here, come, sit down."

The old monk asked Chi Qiaosheng and Song Wen to sit down, and the young monk Mingdao turned around and soaked two cups of tea to come out to serve guests.

The sandalwood in the room is vague, making people feel refreshed.

The tea is orange and yellow. When you drink it, it has a smell of osmanthus. It is obviously a rare top-quality Wuyi Rock Tea. Song Wen and Chi Qiaosheng drank it and nodded, "Good tea."

After the two of them had tea, the old monk said to Chi Qiaosheng: "I'll bother Chi donor this time."

"It's just a little effort. Anyway, I've been staying in Nanzhou for a long time, so I want to come out for a walk." Chi Qiaosheng said distractedly.

"No matter what, I want to thank the donor of Chi. Last time someone came to the temple to burn incense, I specially gave me a big red robe on the 'Jiulongke'. When I go back, I will take you half of it back to taste it." The old monk said.

When Chi Qiaosheng heard this, his eyes suddenly shone. The Dahongpao sold on the market is all grown from the Jiulong Nest? The descendants of the mother tea trees are cultivated by their descendants. It is harder to drink some of the tea leaves from the old tea trees than climbing to the sky. Unexpectedly, he still has the opportunity to drink. How could he, a person who regards tea as his life, be unhappy?

However, although he was happy, he still said politely: "Why are you embarrassed?"

Although he was embarrassed, he did not refuse, and his eyes narrowed when he smiled.

The old monk said a few more words to Song Wen, then said to Song Wen: "I think the donor Song has heard from Donor Qiao that this time I will invite Donor Song to come to manage the old lychee tree in our courtyard. I will ask Donor Song for help at that time."

"Boy must do his best." Song Wen said quickly after hearing the old monk's words.

"Master, don't worry. Awen can cure my dying wintersweet tree and will definitely cure the lychee tree in your temple. I think the tea has been drunk, so why don't we go and have a look now." Chi Qiaosheng said.

Song Wen nodded. He could make tea anytime, but he should cure the tree.

When the old monk saw the two of them like this, he followed them and got off the chair and led them to the place where the old lychee tree was supported by the little monk Mingdao.

Several people walked past several houses that were imitating the Tang style and came to a house behind. The house obviously had a history, and it was old like an old man. There was an old lychee in front of the house. The lychee tree was exposed in its old state, and pieces of moss like spots grew on its body. Some branches were dry, some branches and leaves were sluggish, and only one or two were lush and lush.

"It's this tree, please help from Donor Song."

Song Wen nodded, walked over, looked at it, and then took out the Luo Geng he brought from the backpack he brought. The hollow Luo Geng had already put it on when the bronze mirror came. He took Luo Geng and illuminated the old lychee tree.

The old monk, the little monk, and Chi Qiaosheng were stunned when he saw Song Wen's actions. The old monk and the little monk were even more puzzled. They asked him to manage the trees, so why did he look strange when he looked at Feng Shui?

Light blue lines suddenly appeared in the bronze mirror, with complex horizontal and vertical chains, making it difficult to distinguish.

Song Wen observed carefully and found that something seemed to be blocked at the roots of the old lychee. Some of the roots could not absorb water and nutrients, so that the branches on them dried up day by day. He couldn't help but pick up the bronze mirror and looked at the roots. He found that a hole was dug under the old lychee tree, and there was a rusty iron box in the hole. The roots of the lychee seemed to be intercepted from the top of the iron box, and then they were blocked by the iron box and could no longer absorb water and nutrients. No wonder they were about to die.

After looking at it, Song Wen put away Luo Geng.

The little monk saw it and asked anxiously: "Master Song, how are you doing?"

"There is still a rescue, but there seems to be something under the tree that hinders the development of the roots of the lychee tree. It must be dug up." Song Wen said. He could not directly say that there was an iron box under the tree, otherwise it would be too evil.

"Really." The little monk said in disbelief.

"Yes," Song Wen nodded.

After hearing this, the young monk hurried to get the hoe. The old monk and Chi Qiaosheng looked at each other and only used Luo Geng to look at it, they knew that there was something under the tree. This was so amazing.

Soon, the little monk took a hoe, and without any need to say anything, he directly took the hoe and dug it under the tree. Seeing that he had dug something wrong, Song Wen was afraid that he would hurt the roots of the tree, he quickly took it and dug it up. It was almost half a meter deep from the old lychee, and only a "shut" sound came from it, as if he had dug a hard object. Song Wen quickly put down the hoe and then took the box with his hands.

The old monk and Chi Qiaosheng didn't believe there was something under the tree, but when they saw the iron box they took out, they couldn't help but be curious.

"Master, there is really something under the tree." The little monk said novelly. The little monk was the old monk's closed disciple, the youngest, only sixteen years old, and still innocent.

"Let's go and talk about it in the house."

The old monk was also a mature man. He knew that the things hidden under the tree must have hidden secrets, so he hurriedly asked Song Wen to take them back to the house.

When he came to the house, Song Wen put the iron box on the table and did not move again.

Perhaps it was hidden in the ground, eroded by soil and water, the box was rusty and not locked, but was just clicked with iron buttons. The old monk looked at it and didn't move. He was also wondering what the box was, so he said to his little apprentice: "Mingdao, open the box."

“Yes, Master.”

Ming Dao answered and opened the iron box, but found that there was a wooden box inside. He didn't know what kind of wood it was made of, and a fragrance wafted out.

When the old monk saw the wooden box, he felt a little familiar. After thinking about it carefully, a shiny flashed suddenly. This was clearly the box used by the master before. During the Cultural Revolution, the temple was in trouble. He thought the box was taken away, but he didn't expect it to be there. Could it be that the box was buried by the master? The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. Seeing that the little disciple was still going to open it, he hurriedly said, "Slow."

Mingdao was surprised when he heard the master's words. He was so angry that he didn't turn on it, but although it was strange, he still stopped obediently.

The old monk looked at the box, touched it gently with his hand, and then picked it up, and there was no lock on the box. The old monk gently opened the box and saw a three-sided Vajra cone-shaped demon-subduing pestle lying in the box, and a string of fiery red bracelets. The bracelet seemed to be too long and had a purple color. There was a scripture underneath, which was a handwritten Buddha's Diamond Sutra, and a letter. The old monk held it one by one on the table, opened the letter and looked at it, and burst into tears.

"Master! Master! Master!" The old monk started crying with sobs, making people feel desolate.

Mingdao looked at it and asked quickly: "What's wrong, what's wrong, master."

Chi Qiaosheng also advised from the side: "Master Huiyuan, be careful."

"Take a good care, Master," Song Wen said.

After the advice of several people, the old monk gradually stopped crying and said to them: "This is the relic of my master. During the Cultural Revolution, he knew something might happen, so he saved the more important things. He had a note to remind him, but unfortunately he was copied by the Red Guards at that time. I didn't know. Fortunately, he was discovered by the donor Song, otherwise he would not know when he would be able to rebuild the light of heaven."

"This is also a coincidence."

"No matter what you say, I have to thank the donor. I will reward you if I manage the tree here, no matter whether it is successful or not."

"I don't dare to be it. I think the tree needs to be dealt with. I'll go first, and the master doesn't have to be there. You and Mr. Chi are here and just let Mingdao go with me." Song Wen said. He was mainly afraid that something might happen if the old monk and Chi Qiaosheng stood for a long time. Both of them are old, so it would be bad if they don't make a difference.

After hearing this, the old monk nodded and asked Mingdao to follow him. He and Chi Qiaosheng had tea in the room.

When he arrived in front of the old lychee tree, Song Wen asked Mingde to take a knife, scrape off the dead roots under the lychee tree, then buried the soil, saw off the dead branches on it, and cleaned the moss on the tree with water, and hung the drip bottles he brought with him with a syringe.

After looking at him, he took some water and sprayed it on the old lychee tree. I don’t know if it was Ming Dao’s illusion, but he felt that by Song Wen’s move, the lychee tree seemed to have become much more in this life, and it seemed to be full of vitality in an instant. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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