The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

When Jiang Zhou wanted to call Guan Xiangfeng, it was too late.

"Master, don't worry, I'll call him." Qiu Xiaoye rushed to the door with his long legs wide, and when he looked up, he saw that the red child was holding a machete in his hand, and was about to chop a bright chair like jasper. Shouted almost subconsciously: "Don't!"

"This ... what are you doing? Fan Qing, let them not yell in the temple." Jiang Zhou said.

Fan Qing nodded and ran over immediately.

For Fan Qing, Jiang Zhou is still at ease. Relatively speaking, it is more stable, but ...

"Stop!" Fan Qing roared, Jiang Zhou was completely dumbfounded, what happened in this backyard? What happened to all three apprentices? However, his legs and feet are inconvenient. He didn't want to see it in the past, so he could only stretch his neck to look inside. Unfortunately, the angle could not see anything!

So Jiang Zhou was anxious: "Fan Qing, what did you see? Take me there."

Fan Qing then remembered what he was doing, and said that he should stop them from shouting, and then he shouted after him? When the old face blushed, Fan Qing hurried back with Guan Xiangfeng, Qiu Xiaoye stared at the red child as if he wanted to kill his father and his enemies. There is a kind of kind. If you dare to split the chair, I will eat your posture! The scared red baby didn't dare to attack ...

Guan Xiangfeng lifted Jiang Zhou and said, "Teacher, don't you know, there is a wonderful little chair in the yard, a bear child should split the chair! It's too much! I shouted when I didn't hold back. Out……"

Jiang Zhou looked at Fan Qing, and Fan Qing smiled bitterly: "Me too ..."

While talking, several people came to the main entrance. At a glance, Jiang Zhou saw the Founder sitting under the bodhi tree, in white clothes. When he was about to say something, his eyes fell on the chair lying on the ground, and he raised it high. The butcher's knife was about to slash the red baby on the chair. This knife matches this chair, the picture is too strong! Do not allow him to pay attention.

Jiang Zhou only glanced, his eyes straightened. This chair is an emerald-like chair in the eyes of others. The texture is clear and natural, very beautiful! But in his eyes, what he saw was the skill of a magic axe! Every part of this bamboo is cut or cut, or chiseled, or cut according to the natural conditions of the bamboo, so it looks very pleasing to the eye, not like artificial carving, as if it was naturally generated. This is easy to say, but there are only a handful of people who can do it in the world! And these people, who will spend time and waste materials to make a chair? Therefore, this chair can be said without exaggeration, it is definitely one of the extremely luxurious chairs ... Materials are valuable, skills are hard to find, if materials are also priceless, then it is really priceless ...

And this chair was broken by someone! It's going to be hacked!

At this moment, Jiang Zhou finally understood why the students shouted abnormally, and it was him who also shouted!

"Door, are you okay?" Founder wondered why he had something to do, and someone would make trouble? I used to chop a bamboo before, and someone shouted, and now someone shattered a broken chair, and some shouted ... What are you doing? Going to heaven?

"Mr. Founder, I'm sorry, we just lost our minds, but ... what are you doing, Master Jingxin?" Jiang Zhou looked away, only to see that there were more chairs, benches, and a table in the yard. These items look similar, but their methods are different and their styles are different, but it can be seen that each of the above knives is very particular, not rough ordinary tables and chairs.

Even Jiang Zhou, accustomed to the big scenes, couldn't help but say a word of luxury-luxury!

"Oh, this chair made the poor monk's disciples sit bad, leaving them useless and ready to split the fire." Fang Zheng took it for granted. Founder certainly knows that cold bamboo is a good thing, but for him, except for eating when it is tender and making tables, chairs, and benches when it is old, it is useless, not burning, what? The system did not allow him to do business and pulled it out for sale.

"Split the fire ?!" Jiang Zhou, Qiu Xiaoye, Fan Qing, and Guan Xiangfeng heard each other, screaming in exclamation, their eyes glaring and rolling round, and his eyes seemed as if Fang Zheng had killed their parents.

"It's all broken, don't burn the fire, what are you doing?" The red child wondered, this bamboo may be good, but in them, even the better bamboo, what is rare? As for the workmanship of the chairs, his master made a bunch all morning, throwing a handful of them again?

The lone wolf, the squirrel, and the monkey all think so. In their opinion, this thing is worthless!

Taking a deep breath, the four of Jiang Zhou and his disciples worked hard to prevent their anger from erupting. After all, this was someone else's thing, and how they dealt with it. They were really not qualified to say too much.

Jiang Zhoudao: "Mr. Founder, the materials and workmanship of this chair are first-class. This is a good thing that is difficult to buy outside. It ’s a pity to burn wood like this ..."

Founder stunned, "Well worth it?"

"Of course! Although the workmanship of this chair only has a few simple knives, each one falls on the place where it should fall, following the natural movement of bamboo. And this chair does not have a nail or other foreign object throughout the body. Let it go, what you know is artificial, and you do n’t know that it naturally grows like this. Such a good thing is not very valuable, it is very valuable! It ’s very easy to sell it for a dozen or two hundred thousand! If it ’s a Old objects, again from the hands of famous artists, are even more valuable. "Jiang Zhou said.

"This way ..." Fang Zheng nodded and asked the system in his heart: "System, you see, our craft is so valuable, can it be sold?"

"How can the Buddhist craftsmanship be used to sell money? Can you look a little higher?" Said the system.

Founder smiled bitterly: "We don't need to make money, donate it, and do good deeds, head office?"

"The idea is good, but no! The technique given to you by the system surpasses the world's top masters. This is too much. You still make it and sell it? You are not doing good but destroying it. This industry destroys those who really stick to this art with their lives. How many people can you help with the money you sell? How many people will you destroy if you destroy an industry? Do you still think this is good? "The system asked.

Founder is dumb ...

The system continued: "This chair, the top craftsman from the analysis of material selection, to hand-made, to complete at least a month or two. How many can you make a day?"

Founder was silent, and smiled bitterly: "That's the case, I think things are too simple."

Seeing that Fang Zheng was silent, Guan Xiangfeng's eyes suddenly flashed, and he said, "It's still a great teacher. In the phrase, this monk seems to be interested in money! Damn, I knew this already. I used it when I came up Isn't there everything for money to buy cold bamboo? How can I use such a roundabout ... a big loss! "