"Senior Brother, I heard that this nest of yours was personally built by Master when he was at his lowest. Is that true?" Monkey suddenly asked.
Lone Wolf's body trembled. After a moment of silence, he said, "That's right. That's why it's so crappy! Thankfully, it doesn't leak. "With that said, Lone Wolf left.
Monkey pressed his palms together and silently chanted to Lone Wolf's back, "Amitabha!"
All this while, Monkey was displeased with the monastery's ranking. He knew that in terms of Buddhist nature, he was a lot better than the dumbass Lone Wolf and the narrow-minded Squirrel. Just because he came late, he had to be ranked third. It left him with a knot in his heart. But today, he suddenly understood something. It made sense for the person who came first to be the senior brother.
And at that moment, Fangzheng looked at Red Boy with a baffled look. "My dear disciple, come over. Let me touch your head to see if you have a fever."
Red Boy rolled his eyes. "Don't you get it? I want that cradle! There's no need to make it anymore. That's all. "With that said, Red Boy ran off like the wind.
Fangzheng rubbed his nose and mumbled. "Is this stupid disciple's brain damaged?"
Fangzheng did not mind that Red Boy despised the cradle. If he were in Red Boy's shoes, he would despise it too. Putting himself in Red Boy's shoes, he worked hard to make the cradle better. Therefore, the moment Red Boy protested, Fangzheng immediately planned on making a new cradle for him. But from the looks of it, there was no need for that.
Fangzheng did not know that his embarrassment was interpreted by Red Boy and Monkey as a result of their painstaking favoritism. They were feeling touched and delighted.
As he looked at the distant monastery, Fangzheng sighed. "I still have to save up money. When the time comes, I can expand the monastery slightly. At the very least, my disciples will have a decent place to stay. It's not a good idea to keep living in a woodshed."
However, Fangzheng's head hurt the moment he thought of money. The weather was getting hotter and the sun was getting brighter. Fewer people came to offer incense. The incense money was also affected. Now, it took a few days for him to earn some money.
Shaking his head, Fangzheng looked at the pile of bamboo on the ground. Since there was no need to make a cradle, he could not waste it. He had to make some tables and chairs.
With this in mind, Fangzheng sat on the ground and picked up bamboo stalk after stalk. He began studying their details. True engraving wasn't about willfully carving whatever one wanted and taking the materials to carve it. Instead, one had to follow the texture, direction, and shape of the material. Then, one had to use one's imagination to make an ordinary item exude the charm it should have by moving the least amount of one's hand!
This was like putting on makeup for a beautiful woman. A poor makeup artist would put on heavy makeup to cover up her natural appearance, making her look like a completely different person. A top-notch makeup artist skimmed on the surface of the water, magnifying the advantages of natural beauty and reducing the disadvantages. At first glance, you were still you, but you were beautiful! Perhaps you can't compare to those Celestial Immortals, but you've already reached the limit of what you can achieve.
This was what Fangzheng was doing. He did not wish to make an item the best in the world, but he wanted to be the best among such items!
Picking up the bamboo, Zhang Xuan took a look at it. The weight of the bamboo and the density of each segment appeared in his mind. It wasn't data, but he just knew it! There was no other reason than that he was very familiar with it! This was the feeling … Fangzheng increasingly felt how perverse the System was. It was as if he had instantly become an existence at the level of a master. If he had not experienced it for himself, he would not have believed it.
He raised his hand and slashed down, splitting the bamboo in his hand. He happened to cut a stain, and there was a tiny hole in the cross-section. With this slash, the hole was gone, and the material in his hand became even more perfect.
Fangzheng worked quickly. Soon, a few tiny chairs, two long stools, and a long table were made. Similarly, the tables and chairs were not nailed. They were perfectly joined together by the gaps between the pieces of wood.
"Although it's not considered supreme-grade, it's not bad." Fangzheng found the tables and chairs to be somewhat flawed. However, this was already his limit. That was all he could do.
After sending the tables and chairs back to the yard, Lone Wolf, Monkey, Red Boy, and Squirrel immediately came over. They touched and touched the furniture. All of them were overjoyed.
"Master, it wasn't easy. We finally have tables and chairs. In the future, we no longer need to sit on rocks or use wolves as table legs when we eat," said Red Boy with a sigh.
Lone Wolf felt depressed when he recalled his ordeal years ago. It was truly an unbearable past.
Fangzheng smiled. "You talk too much. My skills are pretty good. In the future, our monastery will no longer have to worry about furniture."
Squirrel jumped onto a bamboo chair and happily touched it. He exclaimed, "Master, I also want a bed like this! There's also a chair and a cradle! There's also … There's so much more … "
Fangzheng smiled. "Alright, I'll make one for you in a while. However, you have to use Exquisite Carving. A machete definitely won't do. "
"Master, I found this! Can it be used? "At that moment, Monkey took out the tip of a broken knife and asked.
Fangzheng was stunned when he saw it. A memory surfaced in his mind. Under the moonlight, under the bodhi tree, the man who entered the monastery with a sharp knife in hand to seek refuge. In order to save his daughter, he committed murder and robbery. He eventually entered the cycle of Samsara — Han Xiaoguo! Back then, his knife had been broken by Fangzheng and thrown away. He never expected Monkey to find it.
Han Xiaoguo had said that this knife was given to him by his captain when he left the mercenary organization. It was a world-famous knife. It was sharp and extremely sturdy, and it was also a knife used to kill!
With this in mind, Fangzheng took the knife from Monkey's hand and sighed. "This Penniless Monk has already redeemed your master. Next, it's time to redeem you. In the past, you were a knife used to kill, but in the future, you will be a knife used to carve."
He spoke with a hint of enlightenment and sadness.
However, a sound interrupted the melancholy atmosphere!
Ka-cha!
Fangzheng and company looked over and saw Lone Wolf sitting there with an aggrieved look. His head was slightly lowered as his eyes darted up furtively at Fangzheng. Beneath him was a lame chair that had been destroyed by him. It lay pitifully on the ground as it complained about the darn fatty's atrocities!
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