My wife is a supplier of materials for cultivating immortals

Chapter 83 Boy's Art

After the rain, the temperature in Beichang City began to drop rapidly. In just one week, the temperature has reached about ten degrees. Fortunately, the town has returned to its former bustle.At this time, Yan Huang also had to adjust the position of the crops according to the temperature. Hemorrhoids and poisonous gentian are both crops that need to be grown in the greenhouse, so he moved these two crops into the greenhouse.

The red sun grass on the planting frame outside has entered the medicinal period, and after harvesting, he plans to replant the winter crops of ice lotus.And the customer who bought Chiyang Grass on this day also came to inspect the goods in person.

The grade of red sun grass is determined according to the number and vividness of the red flowers growing on the red sun grass. The red sun grass planted by Yan Huang this time is all of the same cultivation method, so the grades are similar. I don't know which product it is.

As the knock on the door came, Yan Huang responded, came to the door and opened it.Standing outside the door is a young monk, who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, white and tender, with a refined temperament, with a kind smile on his face, and a slightly plain robe, his temperament is somewhat similar to that of Taoist Xuanyue , but the melon-seeded face with thick eyebrows and big eyes is extremely handsome.

If he wasn't a monk, he might be a handsome guy who could enter the entertainment industry.

"Benefactor." The young monk bowed to him, "The poor monk's name is Wutian."

"...X?" Yan Huang subconsciously blurted out, revealing that he was old Two-dimensional.

"Oh, no." Master Wutian replied with a smile, "The poor monk is the generation of Wuzi in the temple, and the four elements of Buddhism are the emptiness of Dao, the sky, the emptiness of the earth, and the emptiness of man. , National People’s Congress. The Buddha said that you should think of the four elements in your body, each of which has its own name, and none of which has a self. The name of the poor monk came from this, not from the name of the character in Dragon Ball.”

"I'm sorry!" Yan Huang's heart skipped a beat. To be honest, he didn't expect that this little monk actually knew about the Dragon Balls.

It stands to reason that there should be no two-dimensional in the realm of comprehension, but this little monk actually accepted his words.

Of course, the other party only looked like a young monk, who knew that he was hundreds of years old.

"Don't worry about it, the benefactor." The little monk said with a smile, and then entered the house with Yan Huang, and inspected the batch of red sun grass that Yan Huang had harvested. After careful inspection, Master Wutian also showed approval.

"As expected of the supplier recommended by Master Xuanyue, the grade of this red sun grass is really good." Master Wutian smiled with satisfaction, "There are twelve medium-grade plants in total and fourteen top-grade plants."

At this time, Ye Ziqi brought Su Wanqing out of the house to say hello to her new partner.

"Ah, so the buyer of Chiyang Grass is a monk?" Ye Ziqi asked with some surprise.

"Poor monk Wutian, I have met the two benefactors." Master Wutian saluted, and Ye Ziqi and Su Wanqing greeted with a smile: "I have met the master." Then Ye Ziqi turned to Yan Huang, "Husband, then Leave it to you, okay?"

"Oh, yes." Yan Huang responded, making an "OK" gesture.

Then, he turned to Master Wutian and smiled: "Um... I wonder if Master's demand for red sun grass is long-term? Our family has developed a cultivation method for red sun grass. In the future, this grade and output will be available Be protected.”

"Red Sun Grass is the medicine that the poor monk needs. Others in the temple do not have high demand for this herb." Master Wutian replied with some helplessness, "I'm really sorry, the poor monk cannot bring long-term benefits to the donor. . However, the donor can continue to plant it. The demand for red sun grass in the market is not low. I believe the donor will be able to profit from it."

"Ah, that's it. I see..." Yan Huang was a little disappointed in his heart, but he didn't plan to continue planting Chiyang Grass, at least not yet.Because of the heat-loving characteristics of red sun grass, it can only be planted in summer, or it must be planted in a greenhouse.So Yan Huang plans to include it in the exclusive medicinal herbs in summer, and plant some other fairy herbs in winter.

There is only so much space in the house, and it is impossible to install a greenhouse on all of it, and plants that love the cold will not be able to grow.

"The poor monk only needs to buy this kind of herb every six months. If the benefactor doesn't mind, the poor monk will buy this kind of fairy grass from the benefactor every time." Master Wutian added.

"Ah, thank you Master for taking care of our business." Yan Huang replied with a smile.

Although buying once every six months won't help their business, but their kindness should be appreciated.

"The donor is really kind." Master Wutian laughed, "Although the poor monk is a Buddhist, the poor monk still knows about the business. With such a demand, the poor monk would generally find it troublesome, right? "

"It's okay, our family waits until summer to plant red sun grass, it's the same, just enough to supply the needs of the master. I also know the cultivation method of red sun grass, it is no problem to make a profit, but the profit is lower than the direct supply A little." Yan Huang explained.

"Then there will be a benefactor." Master Wutian said with a smile and lowered his head, and then began to pick up those red sun grasses.While helping, Yan Huang asked curiously: "Master, how many years have you been cultivating?"

"Hmm...it should be more than 400 years." Master Wutian thought for a while and replied, "I can't remember the specifics."

"Ah... you look so young. Do you have the same skills as Master Xuan Yue?" Yan Huang was stunned.

"Oh, no." Master Wutian laughed, "The poor monk is practicing the boy's kungfu, so he looks younger. Presumably the benefactor should have heard of it. The boy's kung fu is a kind of yang exercise. So it can't be broken."

"Then it seems that I can't practice..." Yan Huang muttered in a low voice, and Master Wutian continued with a smile: "The red sun grass that the poor monk needs is a kind of supreme strength and supreme sunshine. After taking the medicine, the Yang Qi in the body will be abundant. For the poor monk, it is the spiritual energy needed for cultivation, but for the donor..."

Speaking of this, Master Wutian put his hands together: "Amitabha, sin, sin..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Yan Huang also knew the meaning behind this sentence: "Then, this fairy grass, isn't it..."

"Most of the medicines currently on the market are used to strengthen yang and tonify deficiency." Master Wutian nodded with a smile. "Appropriate use, for ordinary people, also has the effect of strengthening the body and removing yin and dampness. If the dosage is increased , can also increase the relationship between husband and wife. But remember not to take it too much, otherwise the excessive yang fire will also lead to physical discomfort.”

"Then...does the master know how much to use?" Yan Huang asked tentatively.

"For daily body nourishment, just take a flower bud and soak it in water orally every day. Over time, you will become stronger and full of energy." Master Wutian explained with a smile, and put a stalk of Red Sun Grass in his hand, " If it is used for other purposes... Oral a flower bud directly."

"Oh—!" Yan Huang was stunned, bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, master, for your guidance..."

"Donator is welcome." Master Wutian bowed his head back with a smile, "Then, the poor monk will take his leave first."

"Master, go slowly." Yan Huang smiled politely. After sending Master Wutian away, he turned around and shouted, "Qiqi! We will install two more rows of planting racks in our greenhouse in the future!"

(End of this chapter)