Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this. Isn't this too disrespectful?
The middle-aged man with glasses who had lost face and lost money in front of him finally took the opportunity and took the lead in scolding Zhao Fan, "You are a lucky young man, and this old man is a national treasure-level master craftsman. I want to see what that wood is."
Your blessing!"
Zhao Fan played with the object in his palm, thinking that he was just reciting sutras.
Wan Yuhe looked at Liu Wanfu awkwardly, wanting his old comrade to give him some advice.
Liu Wanfu acted as if he hadn't seen it. The title of master craftsman was indeed bluffing, but in his heart, the little master was omnipotent, just short of heaven and earth. He couldn't give face to his full mood, not to mention that it was such a rare and wonderful tree. It was said to be the best in the world.
It’s not too much to say it’s unique. Can anyone see it?
He also thought that before opening the wood, he had tried every means to dissuade him, but Zhao Fan was too generous and did not care about it. He would do everything again and again. If he was on the wrong team now, how could he expect to follow the little master and become a successful person?
Dongfang Zhan was stunned for a few seconds. He smiled ashamedly and said, "My little friend, I'm just being presumptuous."
"Old senior, it's not that I don't want to show it to you, but I'm afraid that you will ruin it." Zhao Fan said bluntly.
"destroy?"
Anger welled up in Dongfang Zhan's eyes, and he said: "Don't underestimate me. If you don't want to say it directly, why would you arrange it like this?"
Having been a craftsman all my life, I have a clear conscience and cherish wood as gold. Even a piece of rotten wood has its own meaning. How could I destroy such a rare wood?"
Zhao Fan showed a wry smile, knowing that the master craftsman had misunderstood. He was too lazy to explain at first, but now he had to spend some time to tell the truth. He brought the purple ice silk wood to Dongfang Zhan and said: "Old senior, you know that a hundred years
Wood as human?"
Dongfang Zhan was shocked. He nodded and said, "It is indeed true. A century-old material has spirituality. But how does this relate to the 'destruction' you mentioned?"
Zhao Fan leaned next to the former's ear and whispered: "Since you know the origin of this tree, you must also know its taboo, 'Those who are filled with resentment will melt when touched.' And you, I initially calculated, there are thirty-seven
The resentment of the dead souls has been added to it. If it were an ordinary person, it would be impossible for him to be safe and sound now. The reason why you are not affected now is because of the merits accumulated in the past, but the resentment still exists."
"this……"
When Dongfang Zhan heard the thirty-seven souls, the unbearable memories were instantly touched. Ten years ago, he was invited to be the chief designer and built a bridge for a 70-meter-wide facing cliff.
, what is Duiwangya? It is two cliffs facing each other like a chasm, with turbulent water flowing underneath. If you want to build a bridge on them, you will face extremely difficult problems to overcome, so we invited this master craftsman.
The name of Oriental Exhibition is not for nothing. He successfully designed the drawings. I still remember the day the bridge was opened. The people in the villages and towns on both sides of Wangya cheered and held up banners and sent special products to him. They respected Lu Ban as if he were still alive. However,
The good times did not last long. Half a year later, in the morning, the bridge collapsed. At that time, there were more than 20 pedestrians and several private cars on the bridge, and they all fell off the cliff. In the end, several bodies were found.
Even after investigation, it was found that the construction party was responsible for embezzling project funds, cutting corners and using inferior materials, commonly known as "tofu dregs". However, Dongfang Exhibition, as the chief designer, was regarded by the incomprehensible family members of the deceased as the source of their loss.
, suffered countless reviles. The death toll was no more, no less, exactly what Zhao Fan said was thirty-seven!
Dongfang Zhan fell into decline overnight. At this point, he washed his hands and no longer participated in any projects. He stayed at home all day long. Nine years passed and he gradually came out of the shadows. Now, when the old things were brought up again, he sighed deeply and said:
"Little friend Zhao, it's true that I was careless and almost destroyed a piece of rare wood." Then he lowered his voice and said, "Speaking of which, am I really burdened with thirty-seven grievances?"
He added his surname in front of the title, which was a sign of respect and recognition. After all, a person who can reveal mysteries with one word, no matter how young he is, is definitely not ordinary.
"Nine out of ten of the merits of the past have been wiped away by resentment. There is nothing to be seen now. To put it bluntly, it can take as short as two years or as long as three years. I'm afraid you will be lying in a coffin." Zhao Fan sighed with emotion.
He said extremely: "If you believe this junior, go to Shop No. 17 on this street another day, and I will resolve the resentment of those dead souls for you."
"I wonder why Little Friend Zhao would help me?" Dongfang Zhan was a little wary. He didn't believe in pie falling from the sky, and he didn't even mention the benefits. He believed in ghosts and gods, but he was so young and had that kind of
I have never seen anyone who is very capable of resolving the resentment of dead souls. Maybe because he is very famous and the incident was a big deal back then, the other party deliberately pretended not to know him in advance and used this to deceive him by playing hard to get.
"For no other reason, because I am the heir of the "Gongshu Book", and I was born from the same source as you..." Zhao Fan showed a rare look of solemnity in his eyes, and said: "Just because you are dedicated to being a craftsman, we will lead the world together."
You all heard it, and I want to take advantage of you too."
"Public loss book!"
Dongfang Zhan exclaimed and bent down ninety degrees. He saluted with reverence and said, "I have seen Da Zao..."
"Eh? Get up quickly, it doesn't have to be like this." Zhao Fan interrupted the other party, immediately helped him up and whispered: "First of all, I haven't left the army yet, and there are so many people watching. You know the rules."
"Yes, yes." Dongfang Zhan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He is one of the branches of the orthodox inheritance of "The Book of Lu Ban". He knows that there is also a "Book of Public Transmission" passed down in the world, and it is the two ancestors of Lu Ban and Mozi.
His hand, and that lineage is the Great Master of Creation!
Regardless of whether they are orthodox Mohist disciples or Lumen disciples, regardless of their seniority, whenever they see the Great Master of Creation, there are two rules. First, they must bow and salute; second, their identity must not be revealed!
Zhao Fan took the initiative to reveal his identity to him, just to reassure the senior craftsman who deserved his respect, and he didn't think much about it beforehand.
However, everyone in the shop was completely confused by this scene, and they were so shocked that they couldn't even figure out what the two of them said, which actually made the master craftsman Dongfang Zhan perform such a grand gift!
"As expected of a little master, he is extraordinary." The color of Zhao Fan in Liu Wanfu's mind was made even more mysterious.
Wan Yuhe touched his old comrade quietly and asked, "Liu Da is lying, who...is he?"
"Go ahead and envy me. Don't think that I don't know that you have a daughter who has been buried for decades. Unless you bring it out, you won't be able to dig a word out of my mouth." Liu Wanfu shook his hair with dignity.
"Zhao Xiao Tianshi." At this time, Dongfang Zhan remembered the rules and quickly changed his words: "Zhao Xiaoyou, I will take my leave first and will visit Shop No. 17 on another day."
After the words fell, he could no longer hold back his excitement and walked out of the store like flying, leaving Wan Yuhe and everyone behind him dumbfounded. With a little more effort, in their eyes, the energy of the master craftsman seemed to be two years younger.
Just like ten years old.
"Old Liu, pick up all the scaly wood chips on the ground in a bag. It's too noisy here. I'd better go back to the shop to carve the God of Wealth." Zhao Fan casually put the wood into his arms.
One of the soldiers was lazi, and when he was about to be lazi, Liu Wanfu said: "Little master, this boss Wan is a hard-working man. He can just clean up the rotten sawdust on the ground."
"If you know anything, these scraps have miraculous effects. Stewing them into a paste can make broken bones heal like new again." Zhao Fan rolled his eyes and walked out of the store first.
"Ah? Isn't that the same as the black jade intermittent ointment in martial arts novels!?" Liu Wanfu reacted, took a bag and started packing a pile of scaly sawdust that fell on the ground.
"Eh? I said Liu Da was cheating, couldn't you leave some for me?" Wan Yuhe also started to think after hearing Zhao Fan's words.
"No, the little master is very shrewd. Even if there is a piece of sawdust missing, he will definitely know it." Liu Wanfu was afraid of being robbed, so he moved faster. After three times, five divided by two, he picked it up cleaner than if he had licked it with his tongue.
After Zhao Fan returned to Shop No. 17, he fell into a brief thought. To be precise, there are nine gods of wealth, from all directions and all in the center. Among them, there are five that have been believed by the people and four that have been conferred by Taoism. He took out the
Ziji Bingsimu looked at it again and again, so he might as well invite all nine of them. Anyway, the "temple" was big enough to hold it. After deciding in this way, he started carving with ease with a knife.
Liu Wanfu was stunned as he watched from the side. The little master's hand speed could not be achieved even if he were single for a lifetime! Not only that, the knife was precise and quickly outlined nine outlines, one for each direction.
"All nine please? This... this is the rhythm of a big death!" Liu Wanfu shouted in his shocked heart. He covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound, for fear of alarming the little master to take the knife. That responsibility is huge
He couldn't afford it, because if one mistake was made, the whole thing would be defective, and he couldn't afford to sell the whole family to pay for it.
It took nearly an hour.
Zhao Fan put down the carving knife, and the nine gods of wealth vividly took their seats on the purple ice silk wood. At this time, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. After all, he devoted himself wholeheartedly and spent a lot of energy.
It was indeed tiring. And the sawdust left on the table was not wasted. It had different effects from the scaly sawdust on the outside, so he put them all away.
Liu Wanfu cast a wet towel with discernment, and while wiping Zhao Fan, he couldn't help but ask: "Little Master, can the nine Gods of Wealth really get along with each other?"
"Haha... If there are eighteen people, I will invite them all." Zhao Fan's words are true. Even a piece of purple ice silk wood, even if it is as big as a fingernail, contains spirituality that even a square of red rosewood cannot compare to.
, now each God of Wealth has evenly shared one-tenth of the palm-sized portion, and it’s not too late to be happy.
"Yes, everything you said is correct." Liu Wanfu asked weakly: "Peppa Pig, ah, no, that kind of jade pendant that regulates body temperature. When will we start the auction?"
"First prepare three pieces of jade of similar quality, just as big as the one I gave you." Zhao Fan put away the wooden sculpture of the Nine Directions God of Wealth, took the bag with black chips in his hand, and walked out and said, "I
Come over to refine it after school tomorrow, and you can decide the day for the auction."
"Yes!" Liu Wanfu seemed to have received the imperial edict. It wasn't until Zhao Fan's back disappeared from his eyes that he took out the jade pendant and kissed Peppa Pig on it crazily. He said to himself: "God,
I, Liu Wanfu, must have been a good person for ten generations, so that I can follow the little master in this life..."