Ten minutes later, the bus arrived at the next stop, and this time seven people got on the bus. Among them was a man, wearing the mask of a certain traffic niche, who sat directly on the right side of Wu Bei.
As soon as he sat down, the man looked sideways at Tang Ziyi and said with a smile: "With such a good figure, she must be a beauty, right?"
Tang Ziyi ignored him and continued: "Beauty, do you want to join us later? I know kung fu and can protect you."
Wu Bei slapped him in the face, and his mask was shattered. He knocked the man down in the aisle, and everyone was stunned.
He said coldly: "Want to be friends? How about me?"
The man covered his face, knowing that Wu Bei was not easy to mess with. He stared at Wu Bei resentfully and said, "Just wait, we are not done yet!"
Wu Bei sneered. He directly lifted the man up and slammed his head against the car window.
"Wow!"
The car window shattered, and the man was thrown out of the car. He hit a high-voltage power tower hard, breaking an unknown number of bones, and passed out on the spot.
When Wu Bei beat someone, everyone turned a blind eye. No one stopped him, and no one commented. They all just stood by and watched.
Wu Bei returned to his original seat and continued talking and laughing with Tang Ziyi as if nothing had happened.
Half an hour later, the car drove into a nature reserve. The place looked familiar. He had visited it when he was in college. It was called "Moon Mountain Nature Reserve."
At this time, the entire Moon Mountain turned into a Jiangnan ghost market. The car parked at the entrance of the nature reserve, and people filed in.
Wu Bei and Tang Ziyi took the small tickets stamped with blue stamps and paid them first before passing through the gate.
After entering the door, an old man stood not far away and said: "Everyone, this Jiangnan Ghost Market is different from previous years. This year's scale is larger. Some ancient families are also invited to come. I hope everyone can buy it.
What you want. Also, if you want to go to the inner city, please come and buy tickets."
Wu Bei then walked over and bought a ticket with two talisman money: "Excuse me, how many people can be brought with one ticket?"
The old man said: "One ticket can bring up to two people."
Wu Bei nodded, took a golden ticket, and then pulled Tang Ziyi inside.
Tang Ziyi said: "Let's take a look in other cities first."
After walking for a while, they were on the way up the mountain. Wu Bei and Tang Ziyi walked up the mountain road. After a few steps, they saw an old man in black sitting on a big stone. In front of him was a white sheet.
Paper, there are three small jars on the paper, with notes on them.
The notes were written with "First Zen", "Second Zen" and "Third Zen" respectively. Wu Bei was attracted immediately. He smiled and asked: "Old sir, what are you selling?"
The old man's face was a little blurry, and his facial skin was shrouded in a layer of Gangqi. He said calmly: "I made the tea myself."
It's actually tea! Wu Bei quickly asked: "Can you open it?"
The old man shook his head: "You can only open it after you buy it."
Wu Bei was not angry either. He asked: "Old sir, how much does your tea cost?"
The old man said: "The first Zen is sold for one tael for three million; the second Zen is sold for nine million; the third Zen is sold for twenty million."
Wu Bei saw that what was in the jars was tea leaves, each jar was about half a catty.
He thought for a moment and said: "Old sir, is this your 'heart tea'?"
The old man couldn't help but look at him deeply: "That's right. It's rare for you to recognize it. There are very few people who understand Xincha nowadays."
Wu Bei smiled and said: "Since it's heart tea, I want all of it." After saying that, he gave the other party a bank check for 160 million and bought the three cans of tea.
The old man checked the cashed ticket, picked up the white paper and floated away.
Tang Ziyi felt that tea was a bit expensive, so she whispered: "It's just tea, isn't it too expensive to sell for hundreds of millions?"
Wu Bei shook his head and said, "Ziyi, this is heart tea."
After that, he explained to Tang Ziyi what heart tea is. The so-called heart tea means that when some big figures in the spiritual world practice, the surrounding plants will contaminate the practitioner's state of mind.
If a practitioner practices next to a tea tree, the tea produced can also be dyed with the practitioner's state of mind and become heart tea.
To ordinary people, Heart Tea may be just ordinary tea leaves. But to monks who are about to make a breakthrough, it is a priceless treasure. By tasting the state of mind dyed by the tea leaves, it is possible to make a breakthrough at a critical moment.
Among them, the tea leaves dyed by the most highly cultivated figures can be called Enlightenment Tea. This kind of tea can only be found but not sought.
After listening to Wu Bei's story, Tang Ziyi smiled and said, "What do the first Zen, the second Zen, and the third Zen mean?"
Wu Bei: "This is the Four Zen and Eight Concentrations of Buddhism. The first Zen is freedom from the five desires, the second Zen is joy, and the third Zen is joy. Unfortunately, this tea is missing one of the Four Zens, otherwise it would be more valuable."
Tang Ziyi pouted: "So this is the tea that monks drink."
Wu Bei couldn't help rolling his eyes: "What is a monk's tea? If you can cultivate to the fourth Zen, you can almost build the foundation."
Tang Ziyi was stunned: "Is it innate?"
Wu Beidao: "Yes."
As he spoke, he opened the jar of Chu Zen, took out a piece of tea and put it under his tongue.
When he closed his eyes, a strange feeling arose in his heart. After experiencing it for a moment, he easily entered the state of first Zen.
He opened his eyes with a surprised look on his face and said, "It would be wonderful if there was another jar of Four Zens!"
Tang Ziyi asked curiously: "You mean, the person who realized Taoism next to the tea tree was at a very high level?"
Wu Bei thought for a while and said: "It's not about high realm, but purity. Who can have such a state of mind? It's rare, it's really rare!"
The two continued to walk forward, encountering many things along the way, but unfortunately none of them were what Wu Bei wanted. On the contrary, Tang Ziyi collected a few antiques, which were not of high value, but more valuable for collection.
They reached the halfway point of the mountain, and when they passed a relatively flat slope, there was an Indian sitting on the side of the road. He was dark and thin. A piece of deerskin was spread in front of him, and a stone was placed on the skin.
No one passed by stopped. The Indian was very bored and was squatting there playing with his mobile phone.
Wu Bei stopped, and he discovered that this stone was not simple. There was a strange metal infiltrated into the stone. This metal was extremely rare, called the West Pole Golden Mother.
The weapon made of the Golden Mother of the West is as sharp as clay and belongs to the level of treasure. His Black Dragon Sword is also mixed with some Golden Mother to make it so sharp.
However, the greatest role of the West Ji Golden Mother is not to make weapons, but to be used by the sword immortals to extract the innate Geng Gold Qi and cultivate sword pills.
The prehistoric swordsman could cultivate a murderous sword spirit in his lungs and take the head of a person thousands of miles away. He used this innate Gengjin energy.
He then asked: "Are you selling stones?"
The Indian man put away his mobile phone and said, "Friend, this is not an ordinary stone. It is not afraid of fire or acid, and it can suppress ghosts and ward off evil spirits."
Wu Beidao: "Really? That's a good thing. How much does it cost?"
The Indian held out five fingers: "Five million!"
Wu Bei pouted: "Friend, this stone of yours has a little collection value at most, but you dare to ask for five million? Let's do this, three million."
The Indian thought for a while and actually nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll sell it for three million."
This surprised Wu Bei. He originally thought that this person would continue to bargain with him.
After buying the West Pole Golden Mother, Tang Ziyi said: "Let's go to the top of the mountain. All the good things are at the top of the mountain."
Wu Bei nodded: "Okay!"
This chapter has been completed!