When Fang Zheng heard this, his heart was shocked. Then he lost all the shame in his heart and said calmly: "It was made by a poor monk."
"Ah..." Jiang Zhou opened his mouth, thousands of words turned into silence, and finally sighed: "I have learned sculpture since I was a child, practiced hard for fifty years, traveled to every corner of the world, looking for inspiration and materials, and strengthened myself
Skills. I have always said that I am a diligent genius, and I have never doubted this. Now it seems... there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world, but my old face is still too thick. "
After speaking, Jiang Zhou helped Fan Qing and Guan Xiangfeng stand up hard.
Everyone looked confused, what is this going on?
Jiang Zhou bowed to Fang Zheng and said, "I beg you, Master, to teach me the art of carving!"
"What?" Guan Xiangfeng, Qiu Xiaoye, and Fan Qing were dumbfounded at the same time, and Fang Zheng was also confused. What is going on?
Before Fang Zheng had time to answer, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door. He turned around and saw Song Ergou, Ma Laizi and a group of people coming in. He happened to see Jiang Zhou bowing to become his disciple. Song Ergou was incomparable.
Cleverly, he immediately kicked the lame horse. The lame man stumbled forward and regained his senses. He followed the trend and gave a salute. However, he used too much force and knelt down directly. He knocked his head on the ground, and there was a loud bang.
I feel my forehead hurts!
However, Ma Laizi was also strong and did not cry out in pain. He knew very well that Guan Xiangfeng's skills were far ahead of him! As Guan Xiangfeng's teacher, Jiang Zhou must be even more powerful! Even such a powerful Jiang Zhou would have thought
He became a disciple of Fang Zheng, who definitely had more powerful carving skills. Song Ergou didn't fool him! He figured it out in the blink of an eye!
Therefore, Ma Laizi shouted without hesitation: "I beg the abbot to teach me how to carve!"
Fang Zheng was completely dumbfounded. Where is this? He bowed in front of him, turned around, and knelt down to kowtow! What is going on today? Are each one more powerful than the other?
Fang Zheng looked at Fan Qing and others for help, asking them to help Jiang Zhou up. He didn't want to accept this gift! It's very tiring for the disciples!
However, what made Fang Zheng miserable was that Guan Xiangfeng, Qiu Xiaoye, and Fan Qing looked at each other, bowed down, and said in unison: "Abbott, please teach us how to carve!"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, why are you joining in the fun? Fang Zheng turned his head and looked at Song Ergou and others.
Song Ergou and five or six other villagers bowed and saluted, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Please teach us how to carve, Master!"
Fang Zheng was completely speechless...
"Master, are you trying to steal business from us? How about I stew them all?" Hong Haier said domineeringly, waving his machete.
Fang Zheng gave him a blank look, and then said to everyone: "Amitabha, everyone, get up quickly. I want to ask some of you, why do you want to learn the skills of a poor monk?"
Ma Laizi said: "I have been living in confusion all my life. It was not until I got cold bamboo that I found my direction. I wanted to carve cold bamboo to make money and improve my life. Later, Guan Xiangfeng's appearance opened a door for me.
I saw the sparks after the collision between art and Hanzhu, my God, that's perfect! That's art!" Hearing what Ma Laizi said, Guan Xiangfeng's face turned red as a monkey's butt, in front of Jiang Zhou and Fang Zheng's
Talking about art in front of you? It’s so... shameful!
Ma Laizi continued: "With this half-baked skill, I don't have to worry about food and drink, and I don't have to work in the fields. I don't like playing cards or squatting at the entrance of the village bragging, so what else can I do? Do nothing all day long.
, to kill time? What is the difference between that and the dead? Guan Xiangfeng made me completely interested in carving. Although I don’t know how many years I can live, I am willing to work hard for this craft until death! Moreover, teach the villagers
The days of carving were also my happiest days. I found that this waste of mine was still useful and could be respected by my craftsmanship, so I wanted to learn and learned to teach more people and change more people's lives. That's it.
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"What about you?" Fang Zheng asked Jiang Zhou.
Jiang Zhou said: "I just want to take another step forward. I couldn't find the way before, but now I have it, so I sincerely ask the Master to teach me."
Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head and said: "Donor Jiang, we are destined to meet each other. You are willing to become my disciple, and I am very happy. This is your recognition of my skills."
Hearing this, Ma Laizi's heart sank. Could it be that Fang Zheng was going to accept Jiang Zhou as his disciple? Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Zhou was a master of sculpting and naturally learned things faster than him, who was just starting out. In all aspects, he was not as good as him.
Fa and Jiang Zhou... Thinking of this, he lowered his head dejectedly and gave up.
Jiang Zhou's heart trembled. Could he have a chance?
Fan Qing, Qiu Xiaoye, and Guan Xiangfeng were also excited. If Jiang Zhou learned it and became more powerful, then they would benefit greatly as his students! The higher Guan Xiangfeng's status, the better for them! Learning from
His technology is even better... Thinking of this, everyone showed excitement.
Fang Zheng continued: "However, you do not meet the criteria for a poor monk to accept a disciple, so the poor monk cannot accept you. Of course, as a matter of fate between you and me, the poor monk will give you three cold bamboos."
"Ah?" Everyone was shocked at the same time. Fang Zheng actually rejected Jiang Zhou with such a good condition? This...is there anything wrong with this monk's mind?
Fang Zheng didn't care what they thought, he turned around and said to the lame horse: "Donor horse, even a poor monk cannot accept you as his disciple."
"Oh..." Ma Laizi had already been mentally prepared, and the gap was not too big.
But Fang Zheng continued: "But the poor monk can teach you how to carve."
"Ah?" Everyone's eyes widened suddenly, and then they looked resentfully at this bastard monk who was breathing heavily and turning around in all directions.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "The poor monk is a monk. If you enter my door, you can only enter the Buddhist door. Unfortunately, the temple of the poor monk is too small and does not have so many meditation rooms, so I will not accept you. As for the carving skills,
This is the skill of everyone in the world, and the poor monk has no intention of hiding it, so I will teach you."
"Master, this is unfair! Since it is the skill of everyone in the world, why don't you teach it to my master?" Guan Xiangfeng shouted unjustly.
Fang Zheng didn't say anything, but Jiang Zhou woke up suddenly as if he was struck by lightning, and shouted: "Xiangfeng, shut up! Apologize to the Master!"
Guan Xiangfeng said with an aggrieved look: "Teacher, this monk is obviously partial..."
"Shut up! Apologize!" Jiang Zhou said sharply.
Guan Xiangfeng had no choice but to say to Fang Zheng, "I'm sorry, Master."
Fang Zheng smiled, shook his head, and said he didn't mind. Then he looked at Jiang Zhou with relief and said, "Do you understand?"
Jiang Zhou sighed and said, "I understand...I was confused. Thank you, Master, for enlightening me. I have learned from you." After saying that, Jiang Zhou bowed down to Fang Zheng.
This time, Guan Xiangfeng, Fan Qing, Qiu Xiaoye, and even Ma Laizi and others were confused and didn't understand what these two people were doing.
Jiang Zhou saw that Fang Zheng had no intention of explaining, so he sighed: "I went to school back then. I started learning sculpture from my master when I was eight years old, and I continued until I was thirty. At the beginning, I was only taught basic skills, and then I was taught some more when I was twenty.
Special techniques, but until his death, he kept a few unique skills and did not teach me. By the time he thought about it and wanted to teach me, he could no longer say a few words... Those skills also followed him.
Coffin. My teacher’s wife told me that the person my master was most worried about in his life was not his opponent, but me! He had guarded against me all his life! Of course, he was also really good to me. My family was poor at that time, and he took care of everything I needed to eat, drink and live in.
Even the money for my marriage was given by my master. My master treated me like his own son, but he still guarded me all my life. My wife also said that when he talked about me in his life, the most common thing he said was one sentence.
: "Teaching the disciples to starve the master to death"!"
Speaking of this, Jiang Zhou's face was full of vicissitudes of life, pain, bitterness, helplessness and regret.
Jiang Zhou continued: "Perhaps due to the influence of my master, I have always attached great importance to technology. Even when I became a teacher, I still insisted on keeping the core things. I have students and disciples. The students learn the basics and the disciples learn
Fur... It sounds like retribution, maybe it's our narrow-mindedness. God has punished us the most severely. We all have no descendants! I thought that if I get old and can't do it anymore, I will write a book.
Write these core things out and spread them out. But I am still reluctant to write them out..."
Song Ergou couldn't help but interjected: "You also want to learn from your master, and carry these technologies into the coffin when you die, and then let this industry lose some good things? I finally understand, why we have been together for thousands of years
In history, many things are obviously leading, but the result is that they are getting worse and worse. They are worse than some thieves. If you don't steal, you can't learn anything!"
Jiang Zhou's face turned red when he heard this... He said with shame: "You are right, if I do the same, then I will be a sinner!"
"Amitabha, I have turned back from the endless sea of suffering. Congratulations to the donor." Fang Zheng said with his hands clasped together.
Jiang Zhou returned the greeting and said, "Thank you Master for reminding me. I have decided that after I go back, I will write down everything I know, write a book, and pass it on." After saying that, Jiang Zhou told Guan Xiangfeng and Fan
Qing, Qiu Xiaoye said: "You don't have to fight for the position of direct disciple anymore. As long as you are my students, as long as you want to learn, as long as your mind is right, I will teach you! Treat everyone equally!"
As soon as these words came out, Guan Xiangfeng, Fan Qing, and Qiu Xiaoye were ecstatic and screamed again and again. Then they suddenly realized that this was a temple and they couldn't shout or yell. They covered their mouths and stood there in silly joy.
"Master, are you really not going to teach them?" Red Boy, Monkey, Squirrel, and Lone Wolf stood beside Fang Zheng and asked as they looked at the backs of Jiang Zhou and others who were leaving.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "If they really want to learn, how can they not learn?"
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he stretched and said, "Let's go back and prepare dinner. Starting tomorrow, I will be leading an apprentice. Do you want to learn?"
"Yes!" the squirrel shouted excitedly.
Except for him, no one else showed much interest. Hong Hai'er raised his eyelids and said: "You are so small, what can you do?"
PS: Huang Liang has worked hard, and it’s already three thousand chapters. I’m going to have a prenatal checkup with my wife today, and I’ll start taking the bus to Shanghai tomorrow... I’m tired.
PS: It’s the beginning of the month, please give me a monthly pass!!!