The relatives went down the mountain satisfied, and the first thing they did when they returned was to contact the auction.

They held calligraphy and paintings and came to the most upscale Jiude auction in Lingshan City.

The staff of Jiude Auction received a call that someone wanted to auction calligraphy and paintings.

I didn't care about it at first, but when I heard that what the other party was going to sell was actually the calligraphy and painting of the virtual master, I was immediately excited.

Let the front desk take them to the VIP room, where tea and snacks are served.

In the office, a middle-aged man is dressed and standing in front of a mirror.

"Knock knock. ”

"Come in. ”

The young staff walked in: "Wang Dong, there are six of them, six calligraphy and paintings. ”

Wang Dong's eyes lit up: "The six calligraphy and paintings?

"Well, both. ”

"This is going to be sent!"

Wang Dong said: "I'll go over now." ”

When he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped: "How is my dress?"

The staff patted the ass and said, "It's perfect." ”

"I think so too. ”

Wang Dong came to the VIP room, coughed, knocked on the door, and walked in.

After entering the house, I chatted a few words and cut to the chase.

"Wang Dong, Master Xu's words, can you shoot 80 million?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you can't shoot 80 million, I can accept 79 million. ”

The group of relatives asked expectantly.

Wang Dong said: "If it is the true work of Master Xu, I dare not guarantee 80 million, but tens of millions is definitely not a problem." ”

"That's good, that's good. ”

Relatives breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Dong said: "Everyone, can you take out the calligraphy and painting and show it to me?"

"Then you can only watch, you can't touch it, you can't afford to pay for it. ”

"Rest assured. ”

A relative spread out calligraphy and paintings on the table.

Wang Dong was very excited.

They auctioned, and it had been a long time since they had received such a large order.

This virtual master is really a strange person.

is young, people are still alive, and if they write a random word, they will sell it for tens of millions of sky-high prices.

This is very rare in modern times.

He also specially studied the words of Master Xu, although it was only a photo, he could still feel the charm contained in that word.

That is the artistic conception that ordinary calligraphy masters cannot convey.

This is also straightforward, so that the words of the virtual master are very easy to identify.

The calligraphy and painting were spread out, Wang Dong only glanced at it, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He felt that this group of people was playing tricks on themselves.

He tried to keep his composure, telling himself that he needed to keep a smile.

"Are you watching?" asked the relative.

Wang Dong snorted and asked, "Let me see the rest." ”

Several people spread it out one by one, and Wang Dong read it one by one.

After reading it, disappointed, annoyed, angry.

The whole person is about to become a releaser of negative emotions.

"Are you optimistic?"

"Look at it. Wang Dong asked, "Where did you get these calligraphy and paintings?"

"Master Void personally wrote it, and the ink dried for a while. ”

"When will you be able to arrange an auction?"

"By the way, how much do you charge? It's cheaper, or we'll sell it at another auction." ”

Relatives are gossiping and have already begun to bargain.

Wang Dong said: "Everyone, this word was not written by Master Xu. ”

The relatives were stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Why not? ”

"Master Void is my relative, you said he didn't write it, it was a ghost?"

Wang Dong was also stunned: "Master Void is your relative?"

"That's right, Chen Yang of Lingshan Taoist Temple, my relative. ”

"We just asked him to write it this morning, how can you say it wasn't him?"

"Are you professional or not? The biggest auction in Lingshan City is in vain. ”

The relatives were angry, they thought that this guy should not be trying to trick their calligraphy and painting.

Thinking of this, I quickly rolled up the calligraphy and painting and protected it tightly.

Wang Dong thought for a while and said, "Several, with all due respect, this word is too different from the words in the previous two auctions of Master Xu. ”

"Even if it's really written by Master Xu, to be honest, this word can't be sold for money. ”

Wang Dong shook his head: "Let's go back, we can't sell these words, and even if they do, no one will buy them." ”

The characters written by Chen Yang are decent, and students who have practiced calligraphy for several years can write them.

Relatives could not accept this outcome.

Wang Dong had no choice but to take out the 80 million photos to show them.

After reading it, the relatives' hearts were cold.

Even if you don't know calligraphy, you can see how big the difference is between the two.

"Xiaoyang, what do you mean?"

"It's just perfunctory to us!"

The relatives were angry and wanted to smash the table, and when they thought that they would have to lose money if they smashed the table, they held back.

They suddenly thought of the sentence that Chen Yang asked them before writing.

"What do you want this word for?

They suddenly woke up to it, and Chen Yang had guessed their purpose from the beginning, so he deliberately wrote it like this.

It's a pain in the ass.

They promised that they would never sell for money.

Since you don't sell for money, how do you manage people's writing?

Chen Yang knew their thoughts, but because of the face of his relatives, he didn't expose it.

This kind of word, to put it mildly, will be bought by a fool.

It's really like a rich man has no brains.

Moreover, these relatives do not go up the mountain on weekdays, and when they go up the mountain, they do it with a purpose.

It really responds to the sentence "no one asks about the poor in the downtown area, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains".

Chen Yang has no good impression of this kind of relative, and he is too lazy to argue.

If you can be perfunctory, you can be perfunctory, you can't be perfunctory, kicking your nose in the face, Chen Yang is not used to them.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one day left before Song Jingwei's head was seven.

Chen Yang has not asked for leave in the past few days, and he is worried that if he asks for leave again, he will drive away all the people who want to come to the Taoist temple to offer incense.

It wasn't until the first seven days that Chen Yang asked for leave and notified him to close for one day the next day.

In addition to giving Song Jingwei a trip to the ground, he also had to go to the Purple Mountain.

Try to get two things done in one day.

The main reason is that there are too many people who come to the Taoist temple to make incense during this time.

On average, there are close to 400 people a day.

Song Jingwei's first seven passed.

The next day, several cars came down the mountain.

Ma Nanjing A group of people looked at it curiously, sixteen Taoist priests, carrying coffins on the left and right sides.

Fa Ming held the statue in his hand, and a Taoist priest younger than him carried a banner and led the way in front.

Ordinary people pay a lot of attention to funerals, and Taoist priests actually pay a lot of attention, but they are much simpler in comparison.

The identity of a Taoist priest itself can make some unclean things retreat.

They weren't worried about these either, mainly because they were worried that Song Jingwei would not be able to sink into the ground.

Along the way up the mountain, Chen Yang waited at the mountain gate early.

Seeing them coming up, he pinched the meridian and said, "Come with me." ”

Then he turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest.

This is the Taoist priest of Qingfeng Temple, the first time to go to Lingshan.

No matter how dissatisfied Chen Yang is in his heart, he also sighs in his heart, what a mountain, what a Taoist temple.

A ginkgo tree, an elegant view, and a gentle mountain breeze.

As far as the eye can see, it makes people feel relaxed and happy, and there is a sense of openness and emptiness, and even the sad emotions are alleviated.

Chen Yang led them to the bamboo forest, stood beside a piece of land that had been dug up early, and shouted, "Fall into the coffin, be buried." ”