Several bodyguards cooperated with the Seventh Ancestor to finish writing, and the Seventh Ancestor landed and looked at it, and couldn't help but scold his mother for selling criticism: "Young Master, why is my handwriting so ugly!"

The high-level officials of the Imperial Capital Mountain, large and small, couldn't bear to read, and turned their heads to steal the fun.

Soon the Seventh Ancestor put this matter behind him and played with the spray paint can.

Wei Hengqing and several senior executives were also not to be outdone, each picked up a brush and a brush, and practiced calligraphy on the courtyard wall.

Regular script, official script, line script, cursive script, imitation Song style, new Song style, self-created style, ghost drawing ......

The courtyard wall, which is more than 1,000 meters long, was painted with thousands of characters by Jin Feng and his gang, which were colorful and gorgeous.

From beginning to end, there was not even a single movement in Shangyuan Palace, as if he was dead.

After wreaking havoc for more than half an hour, Jin Feng carried a paint bucket to the main entrance of the Taoist temple, and once again wrote down a thin gold body dismantling words.

Turning around, Jin Feng shouted loudly: "Dig this place into the Heavenly Palace!"

Wei Hengqing nodded heavily, picked up the tweeter and shouted: "Excavate!"

In an instant, more than a dozen yellow excavators rumbled and dug frantically around Shangyuan Palace.

There are dozens of muck trucks in the back, lined up neatly and long, pulling the mud to the ground one by one.

By the afternoon, the entire Shangyuan Palace had been dug down to a depth of ten meters, and the rudiments of the Doomsday Island had begun to emerge.

According to Jin Feng's requirements, at least 40 meters deep will be dug. Only in this way can it be worthy of the title of Heavenly Palace.

Door!

Crush!

The most rampant Mi Duo Dad and Shangyuan Palace in this area were cleaned up by Jin Feng, and the remaining Shaolin lay disciple Uncle Yang, Jin Feng did not drag the mud and water, and went directly to the door.

Uncle Yang is the family that doesn't want any compensation, just 100 million to buy out.

This is a nail that the old bald thieves of Buddhism have driven into their own territory. Needless to say, the purpose is self-evident.

Compared with Daomen and Mi Duo's father, this trick of Buddhism is more ruthless.

To deal with Mi Duo's father Jin Feng, you can use the stones of other mountains, and you can use strong pressure to push against Daomen.

But for ordinary people like Uncle Yang, Jin Feng can't use any bad tricks.

This is the rule, and it is also the bottom line of being a human being.

On the way to Uncle Yang's house, Jin Feng went to the scene of the appraisal of treasures.

With the painful experience and lessons of the previous few times, with the help of the local police station and the neighborhood committee, Jianbao in the past two days has put an end to the infiltration of outsiders, and Bai Xiao and Peng Ping have also been a lot more idle.

Seeing Jin Feng coming, Peng Ping winked at Jin Feng and his mouth was furrowed.

An old man in a sixtieth armor next to him suddenly lit up when he saw Jin Feng, and he came up with something in his arms.

The old man is Uncle Yang, who used to be a lay child of Shaolin Temple, and he lived in a widow with no children and no daughters.

The man is also a celebrity. In the years when Shaolin martial arts was popular all over the world, Uncle Yang also took Shaolin monks to perform abroad as the leader of lay disciples.

Last time, Jin Feng didn't even enter Uncle Yang's house, but today he met him at the treasure appraisal site.

"Master Jin Nong came just in time, and there is an object Nong to help me take a look. ”

"Teacher Bai told Teacher Peng that I didn't sign the demolition agreement and didn't give me an appraisal. Nong's people are too stingy, too. ”

"It's really inhumane to bully the lonely old man of Allah. ”

As soon as a big hat was buttoned up, Uncle Yang not only occupied the commanding heights of morality, but also put his identity as a weak person to the lowest.

This is a consistent routine of Buddhism.

First of all, if you can't be fierce, you will bluff, if you can't bluff, you will pretend to be pitiful, if you can't pretend to be pitiful, then pretend to be dead.

Jin Feng smiled: "My people all listen to me, and they don't dare to mess around without my consent." ”

"It's like Uncle Yang. ”

Uncle Yang automatically ignored this sentence without changing his face: "Nong is an open-minded master, and he can't be compared with others." ”

Jin Feng smiled: "Okay." If Uncle Yang wants to appraise, then I won't charge an appraisal fee. ”

Nodding slightly, he motioned for Peng Ping to show Uncle Yang something. Peng Pingwen smiled and went to pick up the box.

At this time, the corner of Uncle Yang's mouth was slightly raised.

Jin Feng's complexion changed slightly, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

Broken!

Careless.

"Wait!"

At that moment, Jin Feng stepped forward, and at this moment, Bai Xiao beside him also came back to his senses, and his face changed drastically and shouted urgently: "Don't take it!"

"Put it down!"

Peng Ping blinked, suddenly understood, gasped suddenly, and retracted his hands like lightning.

"Uncle Yang, you put it down!"

"Put it down!"

Peng Ping is fast, Uncle Yang is faster.

Stretched out his hand and stuffed the box into Peng Ping's arms, immediately let go of his hands and took a step back, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Trouble Mr. Peng." Help me take a good look at this thing. ”

A sincere and honest smile appeared on Uncle Yang's face, smiled at Jin Feng, and stood silently.

This series of events happened between lightning and flint, and by the time Jin Feng arrived in front of Peng Ping, everything had already settled.

The Seventh Ancestor had no idea what was going on, and they were all at a loss.

Peng Ping held the box indifferently, his face was blue and purple, and the pain was extremely entangled.

Bai Xiao frowned angrily and regretted it.

Jin Feng secretly cursed in his heart, raised his hand to take the box from Peng Ping's hand, and when his palm was slammed, Jin Feng's eyelids jumped fiercely.

Caught in the way of this Yang monk!

Careless!

It's too cloudy!

Capsize in the gutter!

Exercise!

In the antique shop, the rules of utensils are iron rules that have been summed up after countless bloody lessons.

Everything that is sold by the seller must be put down by the seller himself before the seller can get his hands on it.

In the middle, if the seller hands it over, and the buyer picks it up at this time, this moment is the most likely to have problems.

If something goes wrong, it's hard to say on either side!

In particular, the box handover is the most careful and exquisite!

No one can guarantee what's inside?

I dare not guarantee whether the utensils in the box are whole or broken.

For example, in the current situation, if there is a problem with the contents of the box, then the responsibility is 100% the full responsibility of Jin Feng's side.

You can't even run!

Because, Jin Feng's identity is there. And Uncle Yang is just a widowed weakling.

When he got the box, Jin Feng knew that he had suffered a loss.

Although the box has not been opened yet, it is not known what is inside.

But this loss is definitely big enough!

Peng Ping stood dumbfounded, full of taste, and regretted it to death.

"You are not to blame for this. ”

It's really no wonder Peng Ping for this. First, Peng Ping was born in archaeology, so he had no problem seeing things, but he didn't have a chance to experience these three indiscriminate tricks of the Yin people in the antique shop.

Second, this box was asked by Jin Feng to Peng Ping to pick up the box.

Whispering this to Peng Ping, Jin Feng raised his hand to open the box.

In an instant, Jin Feng's hand shook heavily.

Bai Xiao stepped forward to take a look, and suddenly stood stunned and his heart was cold, he closed his eyes in pain, and shouted with hatred.

"He Chaozong, Dehua Guanyin!"

Peng Ping's complexion changed greatly, he took two steps back as if he had been struck by lightning, and sat on the chair with his buttocks, his heart clenched in pain.

Placed in the box is a pure white porcelain Guanyin, which is as white as fluff and as beautiful as jade.

Guanyin's face is kind and delicate, delicate and realistic, no hair can be seen, the hair beads on the head can be counted, the clothes are as thin as cloth, and the folds of the clothes are naturally heavy, elegant and fluttering.

The most delicate place is Guanyin's fingers, which are slender and delicate, and even the nails can be seen clearly.

There is also a gourd-shaped mark engraved on the back of the Guanyin, on which are engraved with four characters.

"He Dynasty Sectarian!"

He Chaozong's name naturally does not need to be said, the first person to make porcelain throughout the ages, known as the porcelain saint.

Legend has it that he made character porcelain to a very strict extent, that is, after the embryo was done, it was placed at the door for people to admire and judge, but if there was a person who said it was not good, he immediately knocked it down and smashed it and redid it.

It is this kind of strict to perverted profession that has made He Chaozong's porcelain famous all over the world from the day he was born, and has been spread for more than 400 years.

These Guanyin Buddha statues and porcelain statues are very difficult to see in China, and some are only in the museum and inside.

The popularity of Dehua white porcelain in foreign countries does not need to be detailed, and it is not for nothing that the group of turtles in Europa who have not grown up are not complete to kill the whole family for a porcelain.

In the last century, the starting price of He Chaozong's porcelain statues was 5 million to 7 million, and after the new millennium, the fine products were tens of millions, and the heirloom ones were even more expensive.

There was once a big collector Qiu Yanzhi's collection of Dehua white porcelain, which was auctioned for 7 million in the 90s. The Dehua white porcelain in the home of An Siyuan, the first person in Shenzhou, was sold for 15 million.

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