Chapter 2621: Get busy
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The most important thing is that Zhishen not only kept it, but also passed it on to his apprentices, which proves that Senior Zhishen really valued their ancestors.
The young Buddha almost burst into tears when he saw the excitement, and trembling hands stretched out and took the painting tube that Zhishen handed over.
Immediately on the spot, the young Buddhist disciple opened the painting tube and looked at the well-preserved picture scroll inside. The young Buddhist disciple finally couldn't help it, and began to cry on the spot.
When Zhishen saw this, he showed a helpless look, but he couldn't say anything to comfort him. He could only wait silently for the young Buddha to recover.
"My lord, although you gave me this picture today, I still have a request. I wonder if you can agree to it?"
After a long time, the young Buddha finally calmed down, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and then asked Zhishen.
"Huh? What a request, but it doesn't matter."
Zhishen said casually. Hearing this, the young man put away the painting tube in his hand, and then took out a set of objects used by the painter from the storage ring.
"You are, planning to paint for me?"
"Exactly, although my painting skills are not as good as my ancestors, since I was fortunate enough to meet an adult today, if I don't paint a picture for an adult, I am afraid that my parents and ancestors under Jiuquan will be scolded if they see it."
The young Buddhist disciple said solemnly, obviously he was serious about painting Zhishen.
"If this is the case, then you can paint. I hope your painting skills are not too bad."
Zhishen nodded, and then subconsciously posed a posture. The young Buddhist nodded sharply when he saw it, and then hurriedly picked up the paintbrush.
On the other hand, Zhang Yifeng was tasting the spiritual tea silently, watching the paintings made by the young Buddha for Zhishen.
I have to say that this young Buddhist disciple is indeed from a family of painters, and this hand painting skill is really good.
After a long time, the young Buddhist apprentice added the last sum, then wiped the sweat bead on his forehead, and nodded at Zhishen excitedly.
"It's finished, my lord, please take a look."
The young Buddhist disciple picked up the painting in his hand, and then passed it to Zhishen, with a look of expectation in his eyes.
Zhishen took the picture and was silent for a moment. There was no sadness or joy on his face and he couldn't see his likes and dislikes.
"Don't you like it, then I can draw another one!"
The young Buddhist disciple hurriedly said to Zhishen, fearing that Zhishen would not let him paint if he didn't like it.
"No, you are misunderstood. You painted too well. I think you have touched a little bit of your ancestors' painting skills. Although your paintings still reveal youthfulness, but you want to come as long as you practice harder, You can always thoroughly honed your painting skills to a level no less than that of your ancestors."
"What's more, you are still young now. As long as you practice in your free time outside of cultivation, you can always erase the greenness in your paintings."
After Zhishen finished speaking, there was a flash of inspiration in his hand, and the picture scroll in his hand was put into the storage ring by Zhishen.
"In that case, I will accept this picture scroll. I look forward to your children and grandchildren in the future taking this thing back from me or my disciple."
Zhishen smiled slightly, and then nodded to the young Buddhist disciple.
"Yes, yes! I will work hard, and I will definitely let my disciples or children come to you to get back the picture at that time!"
After the young Buddhist disciple finished speaking, he ran out of the yard with a look of excitement. The other two Buddhist disciples rushed to catch up with the young Buddhist disciple when they saw it.
Looking at the back of the three people leaving, Zhishen shook his head silently, then walked to the stone table and sat down silently.
"You're pretty good at making trouble for me, why, do you have any plans?"
Zhishen picked up the spirit tea made by Zhang Yifeng on the stone table, took out a teacup and poured it into it. After taking a sip, he asked Zhang Yifeng faintly.
"What else is there to plan? Right now is to build your reputation. In just such a short while, you already have two good names."
Zhang Yifeng said to Zhishen with an innocent face, then stood up and patted Zhishen on the shoulder, showing a sympathetic expression on his face.
"Friend Li Daoyou Li, I am afraid you will have to work hard for a day or two next, so you should take advantage of the time you can rest now and take more rest."
After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, there was an unfathomable smile on his face, he immediately put away the Lingcha on the table, and turned around and went straight back to his room.
Sitting in the same place, Zhishen frowned and thought about the meaning of Zhang Yifeng's words, but he had not figured out what Zhang Yifeng's words meant for a long time.
Is it possible that there is still something troublesome to hit in these two days, but it doesn't matter, no matter how troublesome things are, it will be a piece of cake for him.
Zhishen's countless years are not in vain, what kind of person has he not seen?
Thinking of this, Zhishen raised the Lingcha in his hand and drank it in one gulp.
Just like that, there was nothing to say all night.
That night Zhang Yifeng and others all slept peacefully, and even Jin Lingyun and the black-clothed youth had not come to find Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen.
The next day, Zhang Yifeng got up from the bed early in the morning, then hurriedly washed up and put on his clothes, and then trot all the way to the front of the yard.
Immediately, Zhang Yifeng took out the sign he had carved yesterday and hung it outside the courtyard.
Anyway, Zhishen can't resist it, so it's better to just change it to enjoyment. It just so happens that Zhang Yifeng can also take this opportunity to earn a profit for the spiritual stones of the Buddhists of Jinshan Temple. Why not do it.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng silently waited for the first visitor to come.
After a long time, the first visitor can be regarded as arriving. This is a middle-aged Buddhist disciple with a calm face in a robe.
At this moment, he had just walked to the courtyard and saw Zhang Yifeng and the eye-catching wooden sign hanging next to him. The middle-aged Buddhist disciple's eyes immediately widened, and the calm breath on his body changed.
"Ahem, little friend, what is written on your sign is true?"
The middle-aged Buddhist disciple took a look around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he changed his appearance from an expert, walked quickly to Zhang Yifeng's booth and asked in a low voice.
"Of course it is true, the young man is not deceived! As long as the spirit stone is enough, you can do anything!"
Zhang Yifeng waved his hand casually, the middle-aged Buddhist disciple's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and after checking it again from left to right, he hurriedly took out a small storage ring from the storage ring.
"There are ten thousand spiritual stones inside. I want to talk to the Zhishen Buddha about my understanding of the Dharma. I wonder if it is okay?"
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng picked up the storage ring and weighed it and nodded.
"Yes, the Zhishen Buddha is already waiting for you inside. Remember to talk about topics other than Buddhism, otherwise I will be aware of it."
Zhang Yifeng said lightly, and then signaled the middle-aged Buddha to go in.
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged Buddhist disciple nodded hurriedly, then turned his head and walked directly into the courtyard.
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The most important thing is that Zhishen not only kept it, but also passed it on to his apprentices, which proves that Senior Zhishen really valued their ancestors.
The young Buddha almost burst into tears when he saw the excitement, and trembling hands stretched out and took the painting tube that Zhishen handed over.
Immediately on the spot, the young Buddhist disciple opened the painting tube and looked at the well-preserved picture scroll inside. The young Buddhist disciple finally couldn't help it, and began to cry on the spot.
When Zhishen saw this, he showed a helpless look, but he couldn't say anything to comfort him. He could only wait silently for the young Buddha to recover.
"My lord, although you gave me this picture today, I still have a request. I wonder if you can agree to it?"
After a long time, the young Buddha finally calmed down, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and then asked Zhishen.
"Huh? What a request, but it doesn't matter."
Zhishen said casually. Hearing this, the young man put away the painting tube in his hand, and then took out a set of objects used by the painter from the storage ring.
"You are, planning to paint for me?"
"Exactly, although my painting skills are not as good as my ancestors, since I was fortunate enough to meet an adult today, if I don't paint a picture for an adult, I am afraid that my parents and ancestors under Jiuquan will be scolded if they see it."
The young Buddhist disciple said solemnly, obviously he was serious about painting Zhishen.
"If this is the case, then you can paint. I hope your painting skills are not too bad."
Zhishen nodded, and then subconsciously posed a posture. The young Buddhist nodded sharply when he saw it, and then hurriedly picked up the paintbrush.
On the other hand, Zhang Yifeng was tasting the spiritual tea silently, watching the paintings made by the young Buddha for Zhishen.
I have to say that this young Buddhist disciple is indeed from a family of painters, and this hand painting skill is really good.
After a long time, the young Buddhist apprentice added the last sum, then wiped the sweat bead on his forehead, and nodded at Zhishen excitedly.
"It's finished, my lord, please take a look."
The young Buddhist disciple picked up the painting in his hand, and then passed it to Zhishen, with a look of expectation in his eyes.
Zhishen took the picture and was silent for a moment. There was no sadness or joy on his face and he couldn't see his likes and dislikes.
"Don't you like it, then I can draw another one!"
The young Buddhist disciple hurriedly said to Zhishen, fearing that Zhishen would not let him paint if he didn't like it.
"No, you are misunderstood. You painted too well. I think you have touched a little bit of your ancestors' painting skills. Although your paintings still reveal youthfulness, but you want to come as long as you practice harder, You can always thoroughly honed your painting skills to a level no less than that of your ancestors."
"What's more, you are still young now. As long as you practice in your free time outside of cultivation, you can always erase the greenness in your paintings."
After Zhishen finished speaking, there was a flash of inspiration in his hand, and the picture scroll in his hand was put into the storage ring by Zhishen.
"In that case, I will accept this picture scroll. I look forward to your children and grandchildren in the future taking this thing back from me or my disciple."
Zhishen smiled slightly, and then nodded to the young Buddhist disciple.
"Yes, yes! I will work hard, and I will definitely let my disciples or children come to you to get back the picture at that time!"
After the young Buddhist disciple finished speaking, he ran out of the yard with a look of excitement. The other two Buddhist disciples rushed to catch up with the young Buddhist disciple when they saw it.
Looking at the back of the three people leaving, Zhishen shook his head silently, then walked to the stone table and sat down silently.
"You're pretty good at making trouble for me, why, do you have any plans?"
Zhishen picked up the spirit tea made by Zhang Yifeng on the stone table, took out a teacup and poured it into it. After taking a sip, he asked Zhang Yifeng faintly.
"What else is there to plan? Right now is to build your reputation. In just such a short while, you already have two good names."
Zhang Yifeng said to Zhishen with an innocent face, then stood up and patted Zhishen on the shoulder, showing a sympathetic expression on his face.
"Friend Li Daoyou Li, I am afraid you will have to work hard for a day or two next, so you should take advantage of the time you can rest now and take more rest."
After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, there was an unfathomable smile on his face, he immediately put away the Lingcha on the table, and turned around and went straight back to his room.
Sitting in the same place, Zhishen frowned and thought about the meaning of Zhang Yifeng's words, but he had not figured out what Zhang Yifeng's words meant for a long time.
Is it possible that there is still something troublesome to hit in these two days, but it doesn't matter, no matter how troublesome things are, it will be a piece of cake for him.
Zhishen's countless years are not in vain, what kind of person has he not seen?
Thinking of this, Zhishen raised the Lingcha in his hand and drank it in one gulp.
Just like that, there was nothing to say all night.
That night Zhang Yifeng and others all slept peacefully, and even Jin Lingyun and the black-clothed youth had not come to find Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen.
The next day, Zhang Yifeng got up from the bed early in the morning, then hurriedly washed up and put on his clothes, and then trot all the way to the front of the yard.
Immediately, Zhang Yifeng took out the sign he had carved yesterday and hung it outside the courtyard.
Anyway, Zhishen can't resist it, so it's better to just change it to enjoyment. It just so happens that Zhang Yifeng can also take this opportunity to earn a profit for the spiritual stones of the Buddhists of Jinshan Temple. Why not do it.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng silently waited for the first visitor to come.
After a long time, the first visitor can be regarded as arriving. This is a middle-aged Buddhist disciple with a calm face in a robe.
At this moment, he had just walked to the courtyard and saw Zhang Yifeng and the eye-catching wooden sign hanging next to him. The middle-aged Buddhist disciple's eyes immediately widened, and the calm breath on his body changed.
"Ahem, little friend, what is written on your sign is true?"
The middle-aged Buddhist disciple took a look around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he changed his appearance from an expert, walked quickly to Zhang Yifeng's booth and asked in a low voice.
"Of course it is true, the young man is not deceived! As long as the spirit stone is enough, you can do anything!"
Zhang Yifeng waved his hand casually, the middle-aged Buddhist disciple's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and after checking it again from left to right, he hurriedly took out a small storage ring from the storage ring.
"There are ten thousand spiritual stones inside. I want to talk to the Zhishen Buddha about my understanding of the Dharma. I wonder if it is okay?"
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng picked up the storage ring and weighed it and nodded.
"Yes, the Zhishen Buddha is already waiting for you inside. Remember to talk about topics other than Buddhism, otherwise I will be aware of it."
Zhang Yifeng said lightly, and then signaled the middle-aged Buddha to go in.
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged Buddhist disciple nodded hurriedly, then turned his head and walked directly into the courtyard.
The most important thing is that Zhishen not only kept it, but also passed it on to his apprentices, which proves that Senior Zhishen really valued their ancestors.The young Buddha almost burst into tears when he saw the excitement, and trembling hands stretched out and took the painting tube that Zhishen handed over.Immediately on the spot, the young Buddhist disciple opened the painting tube and looked at the well-preserved picture scroll inside. The young Buddhist disciple finally couldn't help it, and began to cry on the spot.When Zhishen saw this, he showed a helpless look, but he couldn't say anything to comfort him. He could only wait silently for the young Buddha to recover."My lord, although you gave me this picture today, I still have a request. I wonder if you can agree to it?"After a long time, the young Buddha finally calmed down, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and then asked Zhishen."Huh? What a request, but it doesn't matter."Zhishen said casually. Hearing this, the young man put away the painting tube in his hand, and then took out a set of objects used by the painter from the storage ring."You are, planning to paint for me?""Exactly, although my painting skills are not as good as my ancestors, since I was fortunate enough to meet an adult today, if I don't paint a picture for an adult, I am afraid that my parents and ancestors under Jiuquan will be scolded if they see it."The young Buddhist disciple said solemnly, obviously he was serious about painting Zhishen."If this is the case, then you can paint. I hope your painting skills are not too bad."Zhishen nodded, and then subconsciously posed a posture. The young Buddhist nodded sharply when he saw it, and then hurriedly picked up the paintbrush.On the other hand, Zhang Yifeng was tasting the spiritual tea silently, watching the paintings made by the young Buddha for Zhishen.I have to say that this young Buddhist disciple is indeed from a family of painters, and this hand painting skill is really good.After a long time, the young Buddhist apprentice added the last sum, then wiped the sweat bead on his forehead, and nodded at Zhishen excitedly."It's finished, my lord, please take a look."The young Buddhist disciple picked up the painting in his hand, and then passed it to Zhishen, with a look of expectation in his eyes.Zhishen took the picture and was silent for a moment. There was no sadness or joy on his face and he couldn't see his likes and dislikes."Don't you like it, then I can draw another one!"The young Buddhist disciple hurriedly said to Zhishen, fearing that Zhishen would not let him paint if he didn't like it."No, you are misunderstood. You painted too well. I think you have touched a little bit of your ancestors' painting skills. Although your paintings still reveal youthfulness, but you want to come as long as you practice harder, You can always thoroughly honed your painting skills to a level no less than that of your ancestors.""What's more, you are still young now. As long as you practice in your free time outside of cultivation, you can always erase the greenness in your paintings."After Zhishen finished speaking, there was a flash of inspiration in his hand, and the picture scroll in his hand was put into the storage ring by Zhishen."In that case, I will accept this picture scroll. I look forward to your children and grandchildren in the future taking this thing back from me or my disciple."Zhishen smiled slightly, and then nodded to the young Buddhist disciple."Yes, yes! I will work hard, and I will definitely let my disciples or children come to you to get back the picture at that time!"After the young Buddhist disciple finished speaking, he ran out of the yard with a look of excitement. The other two Buddhist disciples rushed to catch up with the young Buddhist disciple when they saw it.Looking at the back of the three people leaving, Zhishen shook his head silently, then walked to the stone table and sat down silently."You're pretty good at making trouble for me, why, do you have any plans?"Zhishen picked up the spirit tea made by Zhang Yifeng on the stone table, took out a teacup and poured it into it. After taking a sip, he asked Zhang Yifeng faintly."What else is there to plan? Right now is to build your reputation. In just such a short while, you already have two good names."Zhang Yifeng said to Zhishen with an innocent face, then stood up and patted Zhishen on the shoulder, showing a sympathetic expression on his face."Friend Li Daoyou Li, I am afraid you will have to work hard for a day or two next, so you should take advantage of the time you can rest now and take more rest."After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, there was an unfathomable smile on his face, he immediately put away the Lingcha on the table, and turned around and went straight back to his room.Sitting in the same place, Zhishen frowned and thought about the meaning of Zhang Yifeng's words, but he had not figured out what Zhang Yifeng's words meant for a long time.Is it possible that there is still something troublesome to hit in these two days, but it doesn't matter, no matter how troublesome things are, it will be a piece of cake for him.Zhishen's countless years are not in vain, what kind of person has he not seen?Thinking of this, Zhishen raised the Lingcha in his hand and drank it in one gulp.Just like that, there was nothing to say all night.That night Zhang Yifeng and others all slept peacefully, and even Jin Lingyun and the black-clothed youth had not come to find Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen.The next day, Zhang Yifeng got up from the bed early in the morning, then hurriedly washed up and put on his clothes, and then trot all the way to the front of the yard.Immediately, Zhang Yifeng took out the sign he had carved yesterday and hung it outside the courtyard.Anyway, Zhishen can't resist it, so it's better to just change it to enjoyment. It just so happens that Zhang Yifeng can also take this opportunity to earn a profit for the spiritual stones of the Buddhists of Jinshan Temple. Why not do it.After thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng silently waited for the first visitor to come.After a long time, the first visitor can be regarded as arriving. This is a middle-aged Buddhist disciple with a calm face in a robe.At this moment, he had just walked to the courtyard and saw Zhang Yifeng and the eye-catching wooden sign hanging next to him. The middle-aged Buddhist disciple's eyes immediately widened, and the calm breath on his body changed."Ahem, little friend, what is written on your sign is true?"The middle-aged Buddhist disciple took a look around, and after confirming that there was no one around, he changed his appearance from an expert, walked quickly to Zhang Yifeng's booth and asked in a low voice."Of course it is true, the young man is not deceived! As long as the spirit stone is enough, you can do anything!"Zhang Yifeng waved his hand casually, the middle-aged Buddhist disciple's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and after checking it again from left to right, he hurriedly took out a small storage ring from the storage ring."There are ten thousand spiritual stones inside. I want to talk to the Zhishen Buddha about my understanding of the Dharma. I wonder if it is okay?"Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng picked up the storage ring and weighed it and nodded."Yes, the Zhishen Buddha is already waiting for you inside. Remember to talk about topics other than Buddhism, otherwise I will be aware of it."Zhang Yifeng said lightly, and then signaled the middle-aged Buddha to go in.Upon seeing this, the middle-aged Buddhist disciple nodded hurriedly, then turned his head and walked directly into the courtyard.
