Chapter 1190: After all, there is only one tree that can produce ten thousand year old ginseng fruit
Master Zhiren faced Xuanyuan Jin and Tang Bao, clasped his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist name.
"Amitabha, the two young donors are extremely intelligent, smart, and not fussy about trivial matters. I am grateful for your teachings." Master Zhiren said.
Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin immediately returned the greeting.
Tang Bao said: "Master, you are too modest. My brother and I are young, and our ideas are simple and direct. Please don't laugh at my shortcomings."
Zhirenda chanted the Buddha's name again and said hurriedly, "I dare not."
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 Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin.
Master Zhiren is happy!
If the fake can really be mistaken for the real thing, and the real Ten Thousand Buddhas Picture is left in Tianlong Temple, wouldn’t it be a great blessing?
It is said that many things in the world, when we want to change them, often lack a reason.
Now that Tang Bao and Xuanyuan Jin have given their reasons, Master Zhiren can't wait.
Even though Master Zhiren had been calm for many years, ripples appeared in his heart at this moment.
The Empress Dowager also looked at Yu Zhilan with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.
Yu Zhilan: “…”
The pressure is enormous.
He naturally understood what Master Zhiren and the Empress Dowager meant.
But there was nothing he could do.
Yu Zhilan reached out and touched the yellowed drawing paper, feeling a little reluctant to offend Master Zhiren and the Empress Dowager.
In the end, he still said: "It's easy to copy, but impossible to fake!"
"What does Mr. Yu mean?" The Empress Dowager's face changed and she asked in confusion.
Xuanyuan Jin opened his mouth and his eyes fell on the drawing paper.
As expected, Yu Zhilan said, "This kind of drawing paper doesn't exist anywhere else in the world! The art of making this kind of paper has long been lost!"
How can you make the fake look real without drawing paper?
The Empress Dowager: “…”
He was startled and his eyes fell on the drawing paper.
If Yu Zhilan hadn't reminded her, she would have overlooked this point.
The Empress Dowager had seen many ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, so she could naturally tell that the texture of this kind of drawing paper was similar to that of the several incomplete ancient books collected in Tianlong Temple.
So far, she had never seen calligraphy or painting on this kind of paper anywhere else.
The Empress Dowager's heart sank.
The light in Master Zhiren's eyes also dimmed.
"Amitabha, nothing can be forced. It seems that I am greedy after all."
Master Zhiren shook his head, feeling extremely disappointed.
After saying this, he sat down on the cushion, closed his eyes slightly, and struck the wooden fish, repenting for his greed.
The Empress Dowager was naturally disappointed.
Tang Bao touched his nose and whispered, "Actually, I made this kind of drawing paper..."
What? !
Master Zhiren, the Empress Dowager, and Yu Zhilan all looked towards Tang Bao.
Especially Master Zhiren, the wooden fish in his hand almost fell.
The Queen Mother grabbed Tang Bao's arm and asked anxiously, "Fuya, did Grandma hear correctly? Do you have this kind of drawing paper?"
Tang Bao nodded and said obediently, "Yes."
The Empress Dowager: “…”
The surprise came so suddenly, it felt like a dream!
Master Zhiren quickly got up.
"This young donor is truly blessed and caring for you, blessed by Heaven!" Master Zhiren said happily, "Amitabha... Amitabha..."
Master Zhiren's eyes lit up and he almost laughed out loud.
I have long forgotten about repentance.
If he cannot do so, he can repent for his greed.
If a wish can come true, it means that God has agreed, and it cannot be considered greed, right?
Yu Zhilan was shocked but also full of curiosity.
When did this little apprentice of mine come up with this lost kind of drawing paper?
It seems that the little apprentice still has many secrets.
Xuanyuan Jin asked, "Is this the kind of paper you've been tinkering with since you were a kid?"
Tang Bao: “…”
Tang Bao felt a little embarrassed.
In fact, she originally wanted to invent toilet paper to solve the problem of wiping buttocks.
As a result, after tinkering for several years, they still couldn't make soft toilet paper.
"Didn't you say that you failed?" Xuanyuan Jin asked again.
"Well, actually... it was a failure." Tang Bao touched her nose and said, "I wanted pure white paper, but the ones I made were always yellow and hard..."
Well, it was because her eyesight was too poor that the pearl was obscured by the dust.
How can this kind of ancient paper be used to wipe your butt?
It's so disrespectful!
Tang Bao reflected in her heart for a second.
The Empress Dowager clasped her hands together and bowed again and again to the picture of ten thousand Buddhas with great gratitude.
He kept saying, "Buddha bless... bless Dayan..."
Yu Zhilan was not so optimistic. She pondered and said, "The Ten Thousand Buddhas Picture has been passed down for over a thousand years. Even if you can create this kind of paper, it will definitely be different from the texture of the picture."
"Master, there are some deviations, but they are very small." Tang Bao said: "Besides, we can make it look old. Otherwise, the authenticity can also be judged from the brushwork."
I have to say, what Tang Bao said 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 knew about the aging technique.
Not only that, he also particularly hates people who do such things.
Because, in his opinion, making calligraphy and paintings look old is just a way to deceive people.
I have to say, this is true for most people.
However, now that it was her turn, Yu Zhilan was not opposed to it.
The only worry is that it won’t look quite like the original.
And there is definitely not enough time.
It was precisely because of the time issue that he did not mention the matter of aging.
Tang Bao seemed to have seen through Yu Zhilan's thoughts and said confidently, "Master, don't worry. I'll take care of this matter!"
"Do you have a solution?" Yu Zhilan asked doubtfully.
"Yeah." Tang Bao nodded.
If there was no other way, she wouldn't have come up with the idea of confusing the fake with the real thing in the first place.
Since Tang Bao said so, Yu Zhilan naturally believed it.
No matter what strange things happened to his little apprentice, it was all normal.
Moreover, she suspected that the reason why the young apprentice had the method of making things look old was probably because he had some purpose in mind.
For example, some calligraphy and paintings can be made old and then shipped overseas to be sold.
If Tang Bao knew what her master was thinking, she would definitely cry out for injustice.
She is a businesswoman who values integrity, how could she do such a thing?
Master Zhiren sighed, "This papermaking technique has long been lost. The fact that a small donor has been able to re-invent it and help the Buddhas return to Tianlong Temple is a great merit..."
"No, no, no! This is not my merit." Tang Bao waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I actually saw this method of papermaking in the fragments of an ancient book, and then I tinkered with it for a few years according to the method..."
Tang Bao felt a little embarrassed at the end of her speech.
Having said that, I seem to be so stupid.
Actually, we can't blame her.
The kind of wood recorded on paper is really hard to find.
If she had not later followed the miracle doctor to learn medicine and identify hundreds of herbs and trees, she would probably have had no idea 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 thousand-year-old ginseng fruit.
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