Tashi Tsering glanced at Dong Ziyun, then turned to look at Yu Fei. Just when Dong Ziyun thought he would say that the thangkas painted by Yu Fei were the worst, unexpectedly the master said lightly: The thangkas painted by everyone,
They are all Buddhas in their own hearts, there is no good or bad, good or bad.
Dong Ziyun, the old cunning guy, cursed secretly. In her opinion, Tashi Tsering did not want to offend anyone.
The first goal failed, Dong Ziyun asked loudly: Master, can you tell me which thangka is the best? It also lets us know what kind of thangka is a good one.
Dong Ziyun couldn't explain away what Tashi Tsering said. He pondered for a moment and said nothing, but slowly walked towards Leng Yufei and Yu Fei.
Sure enough, Dong Ziyun said sincerely that the master also believed that the thangka painted by Leng Yufei was the best. Although he refused to say that the thangka painted by Yu Fei was the worst, as long as everyone noticed Leng Yufei's painting,
Naturally, you will compare it with those next to you. At that time, you should see how thick-skinned you are, Yu Fei.
Tashi Tsering walked to and stood next to Leng Yufei, then turned to face Yu Fei and bowed slightly.
At this time, everyone was surprised and talking. In the world of thangka painting, Tashi Tsering is a legend. He has only been paid tribute by others. How has he ever seen him bow to others? Moreover, he is a person who only looks like a man.
young man in his early twenties
It is true that Tashi Tsering said slowly: There is no good or bad Buddha in everyone's heart, but this gentleman painted a thangka that can be handed down from generation to generation.
Dong Ziyun almost fell down. Could this so-called master named Tashi Tsering be old and confused? Or maybe he was dazzled. He actually said that Yu Fei's thangka that looked like a ghost painting was enough to be passed down to the world. This was too ridiculous.
Compared with Dong Ziyun's surprise, Cidanlangjie's heart was filled with huge waves. No one knew better than him what these words from Tashi Tsering meant.
You must know that Tashi Tsering, who is Wuqin, dare not say that every one of his works can be handed down from generation to generation. After all, due to the influence of the environment and mood, the painter's state will fluctuate, and the works he painted will also have advantages and disadvantages. And Tashi Tsering
Tsering actually said that this young man's thangka is enough to be passed down to the world. Doesn't that mean that he has reached the realm of Uchen? Could it be that today, the second Uchen will be born in his shop?
And the instigator of all this, classmate Yu Fei, was still confused and didn't know what happened. He didn't know what was going on just now. It was as if his hands were no longer under control and he drew what was in front of him on the cotton cloth.
On the Buddha statue, Yu Fei could see every stroke and every stroke very clearly, but he didn't understand the reason at all. It was as if he had entered a state of emptiness and darkness.
At this moment, he had just woken up and saw that all eyes were focused on him. There was also an uncle in his forties who looked at him with an excited expression and was so frightened that he took two steps back.
Leng Yufei felt a huge loss in her heart. For the first time in her life, she did not become the focus of the painting, but was reduced to a supporting role. This was almost impossible for her before.
The master Yu Fei stumbled and said: Are you kidding? I have never painted a thangka before.
It can be seen. Tashi Tsering nodded and said: However, I saw the Buddha's voice and heard the Sanskrit sounds from your thangka.
Dong Ziyun was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and whispered unconvincedly: Did Yu Fei give this person any benefits to let him speak for him vigorously?
Don't talk nonsense. It was Kelsang who spoke. The honest and honest Tibetan man said solemnly: Don't slander the master.
Dong Ziyun snorted and stopped talking out of anger.
I don’t know if my little brother is willing to learn to paint Thangka Tashi Tsering eagerly stepped forward and asked: I guarantee that you can become Wuqin within five years, no, three years.
Yu Fei repeatedly waved his hands and stepped back. What a joke. He was learning to draw thangkas. He didn’t even know how to draw this one. Let alone such mysterious and mysterious things as the Buddha’s voice and Sanskrit, he didn’t even know what he was painting.
I don’t know. If today was April 1st, Yu Fei would really think that this so-called master was playing tricks on him with others.
Oops. When Yu Fei stepped back, he accidentally tripped over the wooden leg of the stretcher. He staggered, lost his balance, and hit the table behind him. Out of instinct, he tried hard to grab something with his right hand to stabilize his body, and he grabbed it on the table.
of a Buddha statue
Well, Yu Fei was surprised to feel two waves of chaotic energy pouring into his right hand, one was very strong, and the other was relatively weak.
Only then did Yu Fei realize that unknowingly, the energy of chaos in his right hand had been exhausted. When facing these two streams of energy of chaos, his right hand greedily absorbed it like a sponge. Then, there was a burst of needle-like energy.
Severe pain came, and just when Yu Fei almost screamed out in pain, the pain disappeared again. Something seemed to have changed in his right hand, which was a little different from before, but Yu Fei couldn't tell what the specific difference was.
This Buddha statue is weird
Be careful. Tashi Tsering stepped forward and held Yu Fei's arm.
Yu Fei's muscles contracted. From the moment he saw himself, this middle-aged man showed extraordinary enthusiasm, especially his eyes radiated light. That kind of light, Yu Fei only saw in
Chen Bin saw it in his eyes, and at that time Chen Bin was lying on the skylight of the girls' bathroom.
This middle-aged man didn't have any special hobbies, so Yu Fei secretly decided in his heart that he must wash the places he touched after returning.
If Tashi Tsering knew what Yu Fei was thinking, I wonder if he would vomit blood.
Gentleman, I kindly accept this. But I really don’t want to learn to paint thangkas, so I’m really sorry. Yu Fei gently but firmly broke free of his arm from Tashi Tsering’s hand.
That's such a pity. Tashi Tsering said regretfully: If you insist on painting thangkas, you will definitely become Uchen.
Yu Fei didn't know the value of Wu Qin at all, and thought disdainfully: How powerful is Wu Qin? Does he have a high salary? Does he have a formal establishment?
Seeing the determination on Yu Fei's face, Tashi Tsering walked into the back hall disheartened, and even Tsidan Langjie ignored him.
Sir, Tsedan Langjie took two steps forward and said: I know my request is a bit excessive, but can you please sell me this thangka and the price will be paid by you.
Tsetang Langjie is in the thangka business and has special feelings for thangkas. However, all the thangkas painted by Tashi Tsering were taken away by wealthy businessmen from the mainland at high prices, and he didn’t even own one. I just heard
Tashi Tsering thought that the thangkas painted by Yu Fei were worthy of being handed down from generation to generation, so he wanted to buy them from him.
Ah, Yu Fei was stunned. He originally only knew that ancient paintings were valuable, but he didn't expect that the thangka he drew casually was also valuable, and he painted it himself.
Master, I am willing to pay double the price for your thangka. Someone in the crowd said loudly.
When Tsetan Langjie saw the speaker, he had a sad expression on his face. He knew that this thangka definitely did not belong to him.
The influence of Tibetan Buddhism in Hong Kong and Taiwan is much greater than that in the mainland, so many wealthy businessmen from Hong Kong and Taiwan enter Tibet every year.
The man who spoke was named Zhang Jiasheng, and his father was among the top ten richest people in Hong Kong Island.