Qiu Xiaoye frowned, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Fang Zheng changed. At first, he thought that this monk had a pretty face and clean eyes, which made people feel like the hot summer meets the cold winter. It was cool! But now it seems that he is just a good-looking man with a coppery heart.
Guy! Contempt!
Fan Qing's thoughts were similar to Qiu Xiaoye's. He also felt that he had misjudged Fang Zheng and was disappointed!
Jiang Zhou didn't think much about it, he just waited quietly, with some expectations in his heart...
However, Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "It's a good thing to be valuable, but in my case, it can only be used to burn fire and purify the mind. Let's chop it up."
"Hey!" Jingxin responded, and the knife in his hand fell down instantly. With a click, the chair split into two!
"Stop!" This time, Jiang Zhou took the lead in shouting.
Jingxin raised her eyebrows and said, "Are you bothered? Why are you so verbose about splitting a chair? If you keep blabbering, I'll eat you all up!"
It's a pity that Jing Xin looked like a porcelain doll and no one took her words seriously at all, just treating them as childish words. But Fang Zheng's answer made Qiu Xiaoye and Fan Qing's eyes light up. This monk was indeed a real monk.
Not a copper-smelly monk!
However, Guan Xiangfeng was disappointed. Growing up, most of the things he encountered could be solved with money. Until he met Jiang Zhou, he thought he would be the first and last, but he met Fang Zheng again... He
It feels like his worldview is about to collapse. When did money lose status?
Jiang Zhou hurriedly said: "Master Fangzheng, this chair is a rare good thing. How about this, I pay for it, okay?"
Guan Xiangfeng followed: "Yes, we will pay for it!"
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, donor, if the poor monk likes money, why bother to chop it?"
"This..." Jiang Zhou was so anxious that he almost cried.
Qiu Xiaoye said: "Master, this chair is useless to you, but it is a priceless treasure to us. Please give this chair to us." After Qiu Xiaoye finished speaking, his face turned red. Opening his mouth like this is worth a lot of money.
Liancheng's things really test your face! Especially after explaining the value of this chair and asking for it, she suddenly found that her face was thicker! She glanced at Guan Xiangfeng and Fan Qing, both of whom were secretly
Give her a thumbs up, but her eyes are still weird...
Fang Zheng was not angry, but asked: "Oh? What is the purpose of the donor?"
"We all study sculpture. We know some of the techniques on this chair, but we are not proficient in them, and we have never seen some of them. This chair is given to others to sell for money or to collect, but when we take it back, we can figure out the techniques.
Use the carving method to improve your skills. My teacher is a professor in the university. He will pass on these techniques to more people and benefit more people. Therefore, I kindly ask the Master to give us this chair.
Not only for myself, but also for the entire industry." The more she talked, the redder Qiu Xiaoye's face became, not because she was ashamed, but because she was excited, because she suddenly discovered that this is the greatest value of the chair!
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and looked at Jiang Zhou.
When Jiang Zhou saw that Fang Zheng was silent, he thought he wanted to express his position, so he immediately said decisively: "Master, you have saved my life. Although Jiang Zhou thinks he is not a first-rate good person, he is also a man of his word.
If the Master gives this chair to us, I would be willing to take it back to the school and give it to the school for scientific research purposes. I dare not keep it for myself!"
However, Jiang Zhou didn't know that Qiu Xiaoye's words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding Fang Zheng's somewhat closed mind, and he vaguely saw a wider world! As for what Jiang Zhou said, Fang Zheng didn't hear clearly at all.
But I understand the general idea...
So Fang Zheng said: "Amitabha, donor, remember what you said today, this chair is given to you by the poor monk."
"Fang... uh... ah... ah?!" Jiang Zhou thought that Fang Zheng would still refuse, so he wanted to say something, but he suddenly realized that it seemed that Fang Zheng had agreed! He was stunned in surprise.
Qiu Xiaoye, Fan Qing, and Guan Xiangfeng beside them had expressions of ecstasy! They suppressed their screams in their throats to prevent them from exploding and disturbing the purity of Buddhism.
Jiang Zhou came to his senses and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you so much, Master! Fan Qing, Xiangfeng, Xiaoye, go and get the chairs."
Guan Xiangfeng was stunned, Xiangfeng? The teacher actually called him Xiangfeng? Does he want to acknowledge him? This is the first time he called himself that! Suddenly Guan Xiangfeng felt as if he had won millions.
I ran over to get something.
Red Boy didn't stop him, so he couldn't figure it out. It was a pile of rags. How could these people act like they had picked up a treasure? It was really a great time to purify the Dharma. The forest was so big that there were all kinds of birds.
With the thing in hand, Jiang Zhou played with it back and forth, admiring every mark of a falling knife on it. The more he looked at it, the more he discovered, the more things he could learn from it. He had a feeling that this chair would make his skills better.
One step further! This made him even more excited than simply getting a piece of top quality material.
However, Jiang Zhou did not forget what he wanted to do. He put down the chair and asked curiously: "May I ask Master, which master made this chair? I would like to pay a visit, learn from it, and learn from it." Jiang Zhou's eyes were filled with confusion.
Hua, although this chair is good, it is obviously just made, that's why I ask this question.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he wiped his nose in embarrassment. He didn't know how to answer. Saying that he did it himself? This seems to be pretentious. He is praising himself, which is a bit embarrassing...
So Fang Zheng said very seriously: "Amitabha, it was made by a poor monk!" At the same time, he added in his heart: "A poor monk can't lie, um... otherwise he will never admit it. Amitabha... It's sad, I don't even believe it myself.
This nonsense... is embarrassing!"
"It turns out to be... uh, what? Master Fang Zheng, you did this?" Jiang Zhou suddenly remembered what Guan Xiangfeng said before. He just listened casually and didn't take it seriously. How old is Fang Zheng? He is twenty years old.
What? He has such skills at the age of 20? What about him? He is several decades old, and he still goes around bragging that he is a genius, and he worked hard to achieve what he is today... This comparison makes my face hurt!
Qiu Xiaoye and Fan Qing were completely dumbfounded, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Guan Xiangfeng had long known that Fang Zheng was powerful, but at this moment he was the calmest. He poked Fan Qing and said with a smile: "Does it hurt?"
Fan Qing's face turned red...it hurt!
Fang Zheng also blushed. When he said this, he really couldn't bear it. Although it was done by him, it was not the result of his personal efforts, but the power of the system, so he still felt a little guilty in his heart.
"Ding! What are you feeling guilty about? Is it easy to accumulate virtue and do good deeds? Is it shameful to gain ability through hard work? Ability may be valuable, but there are too many people who are talented but not virtuous. Compared to virtue, talent is worthless."