"What Da Zhen?"

Zhang Qing spoke so quickly that Wang Guan did not hear clearly for a while.

"Zheng Yisi teaches Taoism and Wuwei explains the great master Guangfan!" Zhang Qing explained with a hint of respect: "He is Zhang Yuchu, the 43rd generation of heavenly masters in the early Ming Dynasty."

"By the way, it's him. Zhang Yuchu, also known as Ziqiang and Qishan. He was smart and prudent when he was young, and he was very knowledgeable. In the 13th year of Hongwu, he was awarded the title of Zheng Yihe, He Wuwei Chan Zu Guangfan Da Zhenren, who led the Taoist teachings."

Zhang Laoyi slapped his thigh and said in a deep voice: "Although this Zhang Yuchu is a Taoist priest, he is well versed in the studies of various scholars and has many works handed down. Moreover, he is very good at painting. A picture of Xia Lin Qingyin painted during the Hongwu period is now hidden in the

Japan."

"Wang Guan, why did you suddenly mention him?" At this time, Mr. Zhang was a little surprised.

"If you are good at painting, then you are right."

Wang Guan smiled and said: "If I say that I have a painting of his, would you like to see it, Mr. Zhang?"

"painting?"

Next to him, Gao Dequan, who had been silent all this time, was stunned for a moment, and then said thoughtfully: "Wang Guan, are you talking about the portrait of the Celestial Master yesterday?"

Wang Guan did not answer directly, but said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, let me tell you something, that is your ancestor's painting, don't you want to appreciate it?"

"You know and you still ask? Stop talking nonsense and take it out quickly." Mr. Zhang glared.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Wang Guan smiled, turned around and returned to the room, not seeing him for a long time.

After waiting for two or three minutes, Zhang Qing thought of a possibility and couldn't help but said: "Didn't Master Wang take the opportunity to run away?"

"He dares to... play tricks on the old man without fear of being scolded." Old Zhang opened his eyes wider than steel bells, but he hesitated a bit and said uncertainly: "This kid suddenly changed the subject, maybe he really planned to run away."

"Mr. Zhang, gossiping behind someone's back is an immoral act."

At this moment, Wang Guan returned to the hall with an extra scroll in his hand.

"What did the old man say? You must have heard wrong." At the right moment, Mr. Zhang stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the thing here, I want to see if it is authentic."

Wang Guan handed the scroll over and said with a smile: "Please take your time and appreciate it."

"Um."

Mr. Zhang nodded. He pulled off the ribbon in twos and twos, put the painting on the table, and unfolded it gently to look at it.

Gao Dequan took a glance and found that the portrait was still the same as yesterday. He immediately walked to Wang Guan and whispered: "What tricks are you playing? It's just an ordinary picture, and there's no signature from Zhang Yuchu, how can you be sure it's his? You know

Mr. Zhang is the most powerful person in the industry and cannot be fooled casually."

"Uncle De, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Let's listen to what Mr. Zhang has to say first."

Wang Guan smiled, walked over and asked, "Mr. Zhang, how do you like the pictures?"

"What else can I do? It's just better than garbage." Mr. Zhang glanced at it for a few times, put the portrait down casually, and said angrily: "It's a very ordinary thing, you have the nerve to let me see it?"

"I think it's good." Wang Guan analyzed: "Look how good the artistic conception is, and it's also a portrait of Zhang Tianshi. Riding a tiger. It's so majestic..."

"The layout is good, but the brushwork is too stiff and stiff." Mr. Zhang shook his head and said, "If this painting wasn't a bit old, it could be disposed of as garbage."

"Mr. Zhang, that's because your vision is too high." Wang Guan said with a smile: "You know that the person in this picture is your ancestor, can't you give him some face and say a few nice words?"

"What good words can I say? I haven't blamed the painter for painting my ancestor so poorly."

Mr. Zhang retorted. Then he glared and said, "Boy, don't interrupt. What did you say about Qishan? Why didn't I see this signature on the painting?"

"No? Then maybe I saw it wrong."

Wang Guan pretended to be stupid, and before Mr. Zhang blew his beard and glared, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhang, let me ask one more question, if this painting is sold to you, how much are you willing to pay?"

"Just this painting? I don't even want it for free." Mr. Zhang said simply.

"Forget it." Wang Guan heard the sound, turned to look at Zhang Qing, smiled and said: "Daozhang Zhang, what do you think?"

"Me?" Zhang Qing was stunned.

"Yes, the purpose of your coming here is not to buy what I have." Wang Guan smiled lightly and said: "Now I want to sell this painting to you, but I don't know how much you can bid?"

For a moment, everyone in the hall was a little stunned. They didn't understand what Wang Guan's purpose was in doing this. It was definitely not just selling paintings, maybe there was some deeper meaning.

Are you testing Longhushan's sincerity or financial resources?

Zhang Qing was thinking a lot and asked smartly: "I wonder how much the layman Wang wants?"

"This number." Wang Guan held out three fingers.

"Thirty thousand?"

Mr. Zhang pondered: "It's a bit expensive, but after all, it's a painting handed down from the Ming Dynasty, and it's a portrait of the ancestor, which is somewhat meaningful to Longhu Mountain, so 30,000 yuan is not too outrageous."

"Then thirty thousand." Zhang Qing said with a calm and understated look, obviously not taking tens of thousands of dollars seriously.

"wrong……"

However, at this moment, Wang Guan waggled his fingers and chuckled: "Just multiply it by a thousand."

"Thirty thousand times a thousand... thirty million!"

For a moment, Zhang Qing looked at Wang Guan with fixed eyes, and unconsciously showed a bit of compassion and regret. He was crazy and stupid at such a young age. He was really jealous of the talented man.

At the same time, Gao Dequan also talked to Wang Guan and warned in a low voice: "Don't mess around in front of Mr. Zhang."

"Don't speak, let him say..." At this time, Mr. Zhang was not angry, but smiled and said: "Wang Guan, did I buy your painting and give it as a gift?"

"Haha, Mr. Zhang's eyes are so sharp that he can see through me at a glance." Wang Guan laughed, acquiescing.

"This little trick of yours is just what I have left from back then."

Mr. Zhang smiled complacently, then frowned and said: "Wang Guan, your red sandalwood gloomy wood beads are worth more than 30 million. It would be a huge loss to give them away like this."

At this time, Zhang Qing was startled and then happy. Then when he heard Mr. Zhang's words, he felt deeply helpless and wanted to yell at him: "Uncle...where are you from?"

"Mr. Zhang, you are wrong again. What I want to give as a gift is not the red sandalwood gloomy wood beads." Wang Guan shook his head, and then smiled mysteriously: "Actually, the gift is still a painting, and it is not a painting."

"What do you mean by this?" Mr. Zhang was confused, and then he shouted: "Boy, don't be pretentious, and quickly take out the things for the old man to appreciate."

"Isn't the thing here?" Wang Guan said with a smile, cooing at the pictures on the table.

"Boy, are you coaxing the old man?"

A flash of suspicion flashed in Mr. Zhang's eyes. He turned around, picked up the scroll, and observed it carefully.

"Hey, the ground pole is cracked..."

After a while, Mr. Zhang immediately discovered the clues and saw the hole Wang Guan had cut on the side of the scroll. While talking, Mr. Zhang carefully peeled off the outer layer of the mounting material on the ground pole shaft. He immediately saw the hollow bamboo tube.

"There's a situation!"

Mr. Zhang's eyes lit up and he turned around and asked, "Wang Guan, is there something hidden inside?"

"Haha, Mr. Zhang said yes, so that's for sure." Wang Guan smiled and nodded gently.

"There is such a thing." Gao Dequan was a little shocked and a little disbelieving. He hurriedly looked closer. After all, he had seen this picture yesterday, but he didn't notice anything strange about it.

"Ade, don't squeeze, let me take a look..." Zhang Lao shouted, his fingers couldn't wait to reach into the bamboo tube, and then just like Wang Guan did last night, he gently pulled off a roll of fabric.

come out.

"What is this?" At the same time, not to mention Mr. Zhang, Gao Dequan, even Zhang Qing who was sitting far away, Su Yu couldn't help but walked over to see what was going on.

"It seems to be silk..." Feeling the softness and smoothness of the cloth, Mr. Zhang casually guessed. Then he carefully rolled out the cloth to reveal the true appearance of the thing.

"Ah, this is..."

At first glance, several people were stunned. The two portraits were placed together, which can be said to be a judgment call.

"No, this is not a picture."

However, Mr. Zhang has more experience. Just by looking at it, he knew that the cloth painting was not that simple.

"Mr. Zhang, can you tell?"

At the same time, Wang Guan walked over with a chuckle, lifted the colorful portrait and hung it in the air, then faced the bright sunshine. In an instant, the colorful silk threads in the portrait immediately glowed with brilliant brilliance, like peacock feathers.

Extremely gorgeous and rich.

"This seems to be Su embroidery."

Su Yu was bright-eyed and discovered the unusualness of the color portraits.

"It's not Su embroidery, but the sage of weaving... tapestry silk!" Mr. Zhang was a little excited, stretched out his hand to touch the soft fabric, and said with 100% certainty: "Absolutely, you can tell by looking at the traces of silk threads on the portrait, it's like

It's like hollowing out and carving with a knife. This kind of craft of opening the warp and cutting the weft can only be done by tapestry."

"Zhang Laobo is still knowledgeable and knowledgeable. I looked at it for a long time last night and finally recognized it."

Wang Guan smiled and flipped his hands slightly, revealing the back of the cloth. The portrait on the back was still the same, still clearly layered, lifelike, and full of three-dimensionality.

"Both sides are the same." Su Yu was a little surprised.

"The front and back are the same, which is the most remarkable feature of tapestry craftsmanship." Mr. Zhang explained. At this time, his eyes dropped and he saw the signature below the portrait, "In the 24th year of Hongwu, Qishan. And... Longhu Mountain is the

The seal of a mysterious altar!"

Immediately, Mr. Zhang turned around and said, "Zhang Qing, come here and see if this is the seal of the Zhengyixuan Altar."

Zhang Qing hurriedly came over, glanced down, and immediately nodded: "Yes, this is the Zhengyixuantan Dharma Seal."

"That's right."

Mr. Zhang laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "During the Hongwu period of the early Ming Dynasty, because the teaching of talismans was profitable, people frequently appeared among the people to make profits by privately making talismans under the guise of Master Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain."

"However, in the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang issued an order to severely crack down on this kind of behavior, and gave the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Zhengyi Xuantan seal, allowing the Tianshi Mansion to manage the teaching of talismans. The talismans of the Taoist sects in the world must be printed with this seal.

Zhang Cai can be taught to others. Therefore, a situation has been formed in which the Dragon Tiger Mountain Dharma Rui dominates the world, and the original intention of the ancestor Zhang Daoling in creating the Dharma Rui has been realized."

Mr. Zhang speculated: "It is estimated that at that time, the 43rd generation Heavenly Master Zhang Yuchu was in a good mood and very happy, so he painted this portrait with ink. It was not until later that someone asked a tapestry craftsman to weave silk based on this portrait.

Come out..." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!