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. I have practiced hard for fifty years and traveled to all corners of the world to find inspiration and materials to enhance my skills. Skills. I have always said that I am a hard-working genius, and I have never doubted this. Now it seems... There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. 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 and Ma Laizi coming in. They happened to see Jiang Zhou bowing to become his disciple. Song Ergou was extremely clever and immediately kicked the lame horse. The lame man stumbled forward and regained his senses. He followed the trend and saluted. However, he used too much force and knelt down directly. He knocked his head on the ground with a bang. , Fang Zheng felt his forehead hurt when he heard it!
However, Ma Laizi was also strong, and he didn't cry out in pain. He knew very well that Guan Xiangfeng's skills were way ahead of his! As Guan Xiangfeng’s teacher, Jiang Zhou must be even more powerful! Such a powerful Jiang Zhou wanted to apprentice with Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng definitely had more powerful carving skills. Song Ergou didn't fool him! In the blink of an eye, he figured it out!
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's going on today? Why is 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! Teaching disciples is very tiring!
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'm a poor monk and I want to ask a few 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. Oh my god, that’s perfect! That’s art!” When Ma Laizi said this, Guan Xiangfeng’s face turned red as a monkey’s butt, in front of Jiang Zhou and Fang Zheng. Talking about art? It's just... shameful!
Ma Laizi continued: "With this half-baked skill, I no longer 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? And 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 me 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. .”
"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 beg the Master to teach me."
Fang Zheng shook his head with a smile and said, "Donor Jiang, we are destined to meet each other. You are willing to become my disciple, and the poor monk is also very happy. This is your recognition of the poor monk's 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 himself is a master of sculpture, so he naturally learns things faster than him, who is just starting out. In every aspect, he can't compare with 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 is, the better they will be! The skills I learned are 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 offer? This...does this monk have any water in his head
Fang Zheng didn't care what they thought, he turned around and said to Ma Laizi: "Ma Donor, 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 teacher?" Guan Xiangfeng shouted unjustly.
Fang Zheng said nothing, but Jiang Zhou suddenly woke up as if struck by lightning, and yelled: "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 and shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind. Then he looked at Jiang Zhou with relief and said, "Do you understand?"
Jiang Zhou sighed: "I understand... I was confused. Thank you, Master, for enlightening me. I've 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 were confused as to 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 he died, 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 went into the coffin with him. .My teacher’s wife told me that the person my master worried about the most in his life was not his opponents, but me! He had guarded against me all his life! Of course, he was also really good to me. At that time, my family was poor, and he was in charge of food, drink, and housing. , 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: "Teaching the disciples to starve the master to death"!"
Speaking of this, Jiang Zhou's face was filled with vicissitudes of life, including 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 have we 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!"
When Jiang Zhou heard this, his face turned red... 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 favor and said, "Thank you, Master, for reminding me. I have decided that when I go back, I will write down everything I know, write a book, and pass it on to the public." After saying that, Jiang Zhou said to Guan Xiangfeng and Fan Qing and Qiu Xiaoye said: "You no longer need to compete for the position of direct disciple. As long as you are my students, as long as you want to learn, as long as you have a good mind, 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 scream. 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 Fangzheng 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. Red Boy 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 long. Today I will accompany my wife for a prenatal check-up, and I will start taking the bus to Shanghai tomorrow... I am so tired.
PS: It’s the beginning of the month, please give me a monthly ticket! ! !
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