By the time Jiang Zhou wanted to stop Guan Xiangfeng, it was already too late.
"Master, don't worry. I'll get him." Qiu Xiaoye strode to the door and when she looked up, she saw Red Boy holding a huge machete. He was about to cleave at a resplendent chair that resembled green jade. She nearly subconsciously shouted, "No!"
"What … What are all of you doing? Fan Qing, tell them not to shout in the monastery, "said Jiang Zhou.
Fan Qing nodded and immediately ran over.
Jiang Zhou was not worried about Fan Qing. In comparison, he was a lot more composed, but …
"Stop!" Fan Qing bellowed. Jiang Zhou was completely dumbfounded. What was happening in the backyard? Why were his three disciples in such a state? However, his legs were inconvenient, so he could not see even if he wanted to. All he could do was stretch his neck to look in, but unfortunately, he could not see a thing due to the angle!
Therefore, Jiang Zhou turned anxious. "Fan Qing, what did you see? Bring me over. "
Only then did Fan Qing recall what he was there for. He had promised to stop them from shouting, but why was he shouting as well? Fan Qing's face blushed as he hurriedly ran back with Guan Xiangfeng. Qiu Xiaoye glared at Red Boy as though he had killed her father. It was as though she would eat him alive if he dared strike the chair! It scared Red Boy so much that he did not dare cleave …
As Guan Xiangfeng lifted Jiang Zhou, he said, "Master, you might not know, but there's an extremely good chair in the yard. A brat actually wants to cleave it! It's too much! I couldn't help but shout … "
Jiang Zhou looked at Fan Qing who said with a bitter smile, "Me too …"
As they spoke, the few of them came to the main entrance. Jiang Zhou instantly saw the white-robed Fangzheng sitting under the bodhi tree. Just as he was about to say something, his gaze landed on the chair on the ground, as well as Red Boy, who had raised his machete high and was about to cleave the chair. The sight of the machete matched with the chair was just too striking! He could not help but notice it.
Jiang Zhou's eyes widened when he saw it. The chair looked like an emerald chair in the eyes of others. The patterns were clear and natural, making it very beautiful! But in his eyes, what he saw was the work of the gods! Every single part of the bamboo was carved, chiseled, or cut according to the natural conditions of the bamboo. That was why it looked so pleasing to the eye. It didn't look like it was man-made, but rather natural. This sounded simple, but the number of people in the world who could do this could be counted on one hand! And these people, who would waste time and materials to make a chair? Therefore, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that this chair was definitely one of the most luxurious chairs … The materials had a price, but the skill was hard to find. If the materials were priceless, then it would be priceless …
And this chair's legs were broken by someone! He was going to be struck by lightning!
At this moment, Jiang Zhou finally understood why the students would lose their composure and roar. If it were him, he would also roar!
"Patrons, what's the matter?" Fangzheng was puzzled. Why did people come to cause trouble whenever he did something? Previously, when he was chopping bamboo, someone was shouting. Now, when he was chopping a broken chair, someone was shouting … What was going on? Did he want to ascend to the heavens?
"Venerable Fangzheng, sorry. We lost our composure just now. But … What is Venerable Jingxin doing?" Jiang Zhou moved his eyes away and saw that there were a few chairs, benches, and a table in the yard. These items looked similar, but the techniques and styles were different. However, he could tell that every cut was made with great care. It was not an ordinary table or chair that was crudely made.
Even Jiang Zhou, who was used to seeing grand scenes, could not help but say inwardly, "How extravagant!"
"Oh, this chair was damaged by This Penniless Monk's disciple. It's useless for me to keep it, so I plan on chopping it to make a fire," said Fangzheng matter-of-factly. Fangzheng obviously knew that Frost Bamboo was good stuff, but to him, apart from eating it when it was young and using it as a table or bench when it was old, it had no other use. If he didn't burn it, what else could he do? The System did not allow him to do business and sell it.
"Chop it to make a fire!?" When Jiang Zhou, Qiu Xiaoye, Fan Qing, and Guan Xiangfeng heard that, they exclaimed in unison. Their eyes widened as though Fangzheng had killed their parents.
"It's already broken. What's the point of keeping it if not for fire?" Red Boy was puzzled as well. The bamboo might be pretty good, but it was only slightly better bamboo in their world. What was so rare about it? As for the workmanship of the chair, his master had made a pile of them the entire morning. So what if he threw one away?
Lone Wolf, Squirrel, and Monkey shared the same thoughts. From their point of view, it was worthless!
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhou and his disciples tried their best not to flare up. After all, it was someone else's item. As outsiders, they had no right to comment on how they handled it.
Jiang Zhou said, "Venerable Fangzheng, the materials and workmanship of this chair are top-notch. It's something that can't be bought with money outside. It's such a pity to chop it to make firewood. "
Fangzheng asked in surprise, "Is it worth a lot?"
"Of course! Although the workmanship of this chair is simple, every cut is in the right place. It follows the natural trajectory of the bamboo. Furthermore, there are no external objects like nails in the entire chair. When the entire thing is placed there, those in the know would think it was man-made, but those not in the know would think it was naturally made. Such a good item isn't worth a lot, but it's extremely valuable! It can easily be sold for a hundred to two hundred thousand! If it's an old item made by a famous craftsman, it will be even more valuable, "said Jiang Zhou.
"Is that so …" Fangzheng nodded. He asked the System inwardly, "System, since our workmanship is so valuable, can we sell it?"
"How can Buddhist craftsmanship be sold for money? Can you set your sights higher? "asked the System.
Fangzheng said with a wry smile, "Let's not use the money we earn. We can donate it and do good deeds. That should be fine, right?"
"That's a good idea, but no! The workmanship the System gave you exceeds the top masters in this world. That's already going overboard. Yet you want to make it and sell it? You are not doing good in and of itself. You are destroying this industry. You are destroying the people who use their lives to uphold this art. How many people can you help with the money you earn from selling it? By destroying an industry, how many people will you be destroying? Do you still think this is good? "asked the System.
Fangzheng was left speechless.
The System continued, "For this chair, a top craftsman would need at least a month or two from selecting and analyzing the materials to starting the process of making it. How many can you make a day? "
Fangzheng fell silent as he said with a wry smile, "So that's how it is. I thought of things too simply."
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