Chapter 1190: After all, there is only one big tree that can bear ten thousand years of ginseng fruit
Master Zhiren faced Xuanyuan Jin and Tangbao, clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, the two young benefactors are extremely intelligent, thoughtful, and don't stick to trivial matters. I have learned from them," Master Zhiren said.
Tangbao and Xuanyuan Jin immediately returned the favor.
Tangbao said: "Master is being too modest. My brother and I are young and our ideas are simple and direct. If there are any shortcomings, please stop laughing."
Zhirenda recited the Buddha's name again and said hurriedly: "Old slave, I don't dare."
After saying that, he looked at Yu Zhilan with burning eyes.
The hurdle of justice that was originally difficult to overcome in my heart was resolved by Tangbao and Xuanyuan Jin.
Master Zhiren is so happy!
If the fake is really mistaken for the real, wouldn't it be a great blessing to leave the real Ten Thousand Buddhas in Tianlong Temple?
It is said that if you want to change many things in the world, what you lack is often a reason.
Now that Tangbao and Xuanyuan Jin have given their reasons, Master Zhiren can't wait.
Even though Master Zhiren had been calm for many years, there were ripples in his heart at this time.
The Queen Mother also looked at Yu Zhilan, with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.
Yu Zhilan: "..."
Tremendous stress.
He naturally understood what Master Zhiren and the Queen Mother meant.
However, there was nothing he could do.
Yu Zhilan reached out and touched the yellowed drawing paper, feeling a little reluctant to attack Master Zhiren and the Queen Mother.
In the end, he still said: "It's easy to copy, but impossible to fake!"
"What does Yu Zhuangyuan mean?" the Queen Mother's face changed, and she asked in confusion.
Xuanyuan Jin opened his mouth and his eyes fell on the drawing paper.
Sure enough, Yu Zhilan said: "This kind of drawing paper does not exist in the whole world! This kind of papermaking technique has been lost long ago!"
Without drawing paper, how can you fake the real thing?
The Queen Mother: "..."
Startled for a moment, his eyes fell on the drawing paper.
If Yu Zhilan hadn't reminded her, she would have ignored this point.
The Empress Dowager has also seen a lot of calligraphy and paintings in ancient books. It can be naturally seen that the texture of this kind of drawing paper is similar to the texture of several incomplete ancient books collected by Tianlong Temple.
So far, she has never seen calligraphy and painting on this kind of paper anywhere else.
The Queen Mother's heart sank.
The light in Master Zhiren's eyes also dimmed.
"Amitabha, don't force anything. It seems that I am greedy after all."
Master Zhiren shook his head, feeling quite disappointed.
After saying that, he sat on the futon, closed his eyes slightly, knocked on the wooden fish, and confessed his greed.
The Queen Mother was naturally disappointed.
Tangbao touched his little nose and whispered: "Actually, I tinkered with this kind of drawing paper..."
What?!
Master Zhiren, the Queen Mother, and Yu Zhilan all looked towards Tangbao.
Especially Master Zhiren, he almost dropped the wooden fish in his hand.
The Queen Mother grabbed Tangbao's arm and asked eagerly: "Fuya, did grandma hear you right? Do you have this kind of drawing paper?"
The sugar baby nodded and said obediently: "Yes."
The Queen Mother: "..."
The surprise came so suddenly, it felt like a dream!
Master Zhiren climbed up quickly.
"The little donor is really blessed and blessed by God!" Master Zhiren said happily: "Amitabha... Amitabha..."
Master Zhiren's eyes shone and he almost looked up to the sky and laughed.
Repentance and all that, I have long forgotten.
If he can't do it, he can repent of his greed.
If your wish can come true, it means God has approved it, and it cannot be regarded as greed, right?
Yu Zhilan was not only shocked, but also full of curiosity.
When did I, my little apprentice, tinker with this lost drawing paper?
It seems that there are still many secrets in the little apprentice's body.
Xuanyuan Jin asked: "Is it the kind of paper you have been tinkering with since how old were you?"
Sugar baby: "..."
Sugar baby is a little embarrassed.
In fact, she originally wanted to invent toilet paper to solve the problem of wiping buttocks.
As a result, after several years of tinkering, no soft toilet paper was produced.
"Didn't you say you failed?" Xuanyuan Jin asked again.
"Well, actually... it was a failure." Sugar Baby touched his little nose and said, "I wanted clean white paper, but the result was always yellowish and hard..."
Well, it was her poor eyesight that caused the pearl to be covered in dust.
How can this ancient paper be used to wipe your butt?
This is simply disrespectful!
Sugar Baby reflected in his mind for a second.
The Queen Mother clasped her hands together and bowed to the picture of Ten Thousand Buddhas with great joy.
He kept saying: "Buddha bless...bless me Dayan..."
Yu Zhilan was not so optimistic, and said thoughtfully: "The Ten Thousand Buddhas Picture has been passed down for thousands of years. Even if you come up with this kind of paper, it will definitely be different from the texture of this picture."
"Master, there are some deviations, but they are very small." Tangbao said, "Besides, we can make it old, otherwise we can judge the authenticity from the pen and ink."
I have to say that when Sugar Baby said it was extremely small, it really was extremely small.
Because if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
As a master of calligraphy and painting, Yu Zhilan naturally knows the art of distressing.
Not only that, he also particularly hated people who did such things.
Because, in his opinion, making calligraphy and painting old is just to deceive people.
It has to be said that most of them are really like this.
However, now that it was her turn, Yu Zhilan did not reject it.
The only thing I'm worried about is that it doesn't look like it.
And, it’s definitely not enough time.
It was precisely because of the issue of time that he did not mention the old thing.
Tangbao seemed to have read Yu Zhilan's thoughts and said swornly: "Master, don't worry, this matter will be taken care of by me!"
"Do you have any idea?" Yu Zhilan asked suspiciously.
"Yeah." Sugar Baby nodded.
If there was no other way, she wouldn't have tried to mislead the real thing in the first place.
Since Tangbao said this, Yu Zhilan naturally believed it.
As a young apprentice, whatever strange things happened to him were normal.
Moreover, she suspected that the reason why the young apprentice used old methods to make things look old was because he had some purpose in the first place.
For example, make some old calligraphy and paintings and ship them overseas to sell them.
If the sugar baby knew what his master was thinking, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged.
She is a businesswoman who values integrity, how could she do something like that?
Master Zhiren sighed: "This papermaking technique has been lost for a long time, but a small donor can re-develop it and help all the Buddhas return to Tianlong Temple. This is a great merit..."
"No, no, no! This is not my merit." Tangbao waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I actually saw this paper-making method on the fragments of an ancient book, and then I followed the method and tinkered with it for several years.
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The sugar baby felt a little embarrassed at the end.
To put it this way, I seem to be too stupid.
Actually, I can't blame her.
It's really the kind of wood that's written on paper, it's so hard to find.
If she hadn't later practiced medical skills with a miracle doctor and could identify hundreds of grasses and trees, she probably wouldn't have known what the wood recorded in the fragment looked like.
After all, there is probably only one big tree in the entire Phoenix Mountain that can bear ginseng fruit that lasts ten thousand years.