In the Wenbaozhai hall, a dozen old guys surrounded Lu Fei, and they all held their breaths and watched Lu Fei's movements.
Suddenly, Lu Fei's hand suddenly paused.
"What's wrong?"
"Engraved, carved with gold."
"Hiss——"
"Damn it, slow down the fuck! Slower down, don't hurt the sculpture!"
"Zhao Qingfeng, what the hell are you still doing here, waiting for the first furnace to be fired, right? Hurry up and change a basin of wine!" ??
"By the way, get two soft-bristle brushes. If something goes wrong, I'll fight you tooth and nail."
Zhao Qingfeng was so aggrieved that he almost cried. He said in his heart that this is my territory, okay, you are all taking over the host and acting awesome, and you also want to order Bilian.
I'll draw a circle and curse you old bastards.
Feeling angry, Zhao Qingfeng went down to prepare.
An hour later, the long cleaning process finally came to an end.
When Lu Fei wiped the inkstone clean and placed it on the counter, the veterans were collectively stunned in surprise.
This square pine flower inkstone is completely emerald green without a trace of color, and it is undoubtedly the best among the best.
This is not the most awesome thing, the most amazing thing is the gold-painted carving on one side of the inkstone.
Although a large part of the gold tracing has fallen off, the carving is so perfect that no flaws can be found.
The sculpture is of an ancient Bodhi tree with lush branches and plump seeds, giving people a visual impulse to pick them.
Under the bodhi tree, a golden-bodied Arhat with big ears and shoulders was sitting quietly meditating.
The Arhat's kind eyebrows and kind eyes are lifelike, and even the wrinkles on his face are exquisite to the extreme.
There is no doubt that the prototype of this Arhat is Master Huineng, the sixth ancestor of Zen Buddhism.
On the right side of the bodhi tree is a five-character quatrain with vertical stanzas.
"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.
There is nothing there in the first place, so where is the dust?"
The cursive pen is sharp and powerful, definitely made by a famous artist.
Not to mention that, the most awesome thing is that this quatrain actually uses Yang inscription.
Convex font Starting from Yang carving, this skill is really a test of your skills.
The best player in Yangke history is Lu Fei's boss, Lu Zigang. He is an awesome fighter.
But Fang Yan's yang carving is not inferior to Lu Zigang's at all.
The old guys all looked at each other, so Lu Fei had no choice but to forcefully push them aside and pull Chen Xiang in.
As soon as Chen Xiang saw the square inkstone, she was fascinated by its emerald green color. She opened her mouth slightly in surprise.
Lu Fei asked with a smile.
"How about this? The best jade green pine flower inkstone, the work of Master Zhu Zen, I think you can get it."
After Lu Fei finished speaking, before Chen Xiang had time to express his position, the old guys instantly went crazy and pounced on him again.
In order to prevent Chen Xiang from getting hurt, Lu Fei had no choice but to hold her in his arms.
"Where did you see Master Zhuzen's works?"
"Come on, Bao Bao Fei, there's no signature or seal on this. How the hell did you see that?"
"explain."
"Say it!"
The cannibalistic expressions on each of the old guys frightened Chen Xiang, and she didn't even dare to breathe out when she got into Lu Fei's arms.
Lu Fei hated the fact that iron could not become steel and gave each one of them a roll of his eyes.
"What are you calling, what are you calling?"
"Who said that if you don't have enough money, you will be blind?"
"Where is it? You should fucking point it out!" Gao Henian shouted excitedly.
Lu Fei grinned evilly.
"The payment is 100% guaranteed, you can find it yourself."
"Hold!"
Regardless of the old guys' curses, Lu Fei took Chen Xiang to the side to drink tea.
Half an hour later, the old guys were all staring with red eyes and still couldn't find the payment. Now these people were really anxious.
"The rags are flying to you, you little grandson, when you arrive
Where did you say it was?"
"Tatters fly!"
"Lu Fei."
"Little Ancestor, please tell me whether I am right or not. Please reveal the answer quickly. I am going to go fucking crazy."
Lu Fei curled his lips in disdain and sighed.
"A bunch of old losers, look for the sixth bodhi seed from the upper left corner, carefully."
It will be easier with the general direction guided by Lu Fei.
A minute later, the veterans burst into the warmest cheers.
"Hahaha."
"I found it. It is really the work of Master Zhuzen!"
"Master Zhuchan is such a fucking thief. He even tried to hide his money. Isn't this a scam?"
Chen Xiang poured Lu Fei a cup of Tieguanyin and asked with a smile like a flower.
"Who is Master Zhuzen? Is he famous?"
Lu Fei explained to Chen Xiang.
"Master Bamboo Zen's surname is Wang in his lay life, and his Buddhist name is Xi. He is a famous calligraphy and painting master, Buddhist master, and guqin master in the Qing Dynasty. He once painted for the Empress Dowager Cixi and passed on precepts."
"Master Zhuchan is the tenth generation abbot of Shuanggui Hall. He is good at calligraphy, painting, metal and stone carvings. He has a unique style of painting, including ink figures, landscapes, bamboos and stones.
The poems on paintings and paintings are also excellent, most of which are Zen Buddhist sayings. He is as famous as the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou" and ranks first among the famous calligraphers and painters in the middle and late Qing Dynasty."
"The six volumes of the famous "The Painter's Three Flavors" handed down from generation to generation are his works. He was an incredibly awesome person and a world-recognized religious master."
“In 2017, a bamboo pen holder made by a bamboo Zen master sold for a sky-high price of 11 million at Christie’s.”
Chen Xiang pouted in surprise.
"Master Zhuchan turns out to be so powerful!"
"That's right, so it's definitely honorable to take this square inkstone as a birthday gift."
Chen Xiang stared at Lu Fei and said seriously.
"Thank you very much, Lu Fei. This Fang Inkstone must be very valuable. You tell me how much it is, and I will transfer the money to you. Don't worry, I will never bargain." Lu Fei frowned slightly and said displeasedly.
"You look down on me?"
Chen Xiang waved her hands and explained.
"No, no, absolutely not. Don't misunderstand me. It's just that this Fang Inkstone is too valuable. How can I be embarrassed to take it for nothing?"
Lu Fei smiled and said.
"If you feel sorry for me, just give me two more boxes of cigarettes if you have a chance. Those cigarettes are really good."
Chen Xiang also laughed.
"No problem, I will exclusively supply you with free cigarettes from now on."
Finally, Chen Xiang added a few more words.
"I mean for life."
The old timers took turns to get Master Zhuchan's Songhua Inkstone, and everyone was so excited that tears filled their eyes, but no one made a bid to buy it.
The reason is very simple. The value of this Fang Baoyan has far exceeded their financial resources. To put it bluntly, they cannot afford it.
Lu Fei asked Zhao Qingfeng for a packaging box, carefully packed the songhua inkstone and handed it to Chen Xiang. He took back the painting that he had given to Chen Xiang for safekeeping and prepared to say goodbye.
It's a pity that this painting has become the focus of attention among old people again.
"Take it out without any ink stains."
"Damn it, don't force us to grab it."
These old guys may be a little bit arrogant, but they have good character, and Lu Fei is happy to associate with them.
Put the painting on the counter and unfold it directly, so that the old guys can see enough.
When the veterans saw this picture of the God of Wealth, which was pitch black and smelled of incense ash, all of them curled up their lips, but no one raised any objection. The reason was that this picture was brought by Lu Fei.
Facts have proved that the object Lu Fei is looking for is an ordinary thing.
But there are some people who can't stand it any longer, and that's Zhao Qingfeng and Xu Jianye.
Xu Jianye exclaimed: "Isn't this the painting that the young man wanted to sell just now? Why did you buy it?"
Zhao Qingfeng shivered as if he had been struck by lightning. This painting was robbed by Lu Fei. Could it be that there is something famous about it?