Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 358 Gabala magic weapon, forget about this thing
The biggest difference between the streets of Xueyu and the mainland is that they still retain a lot of ethnic characteristics.

Basu, Xiangbu, Baka...

All the things are arranged on the second floor along the street, with the facades for the booths left at the bottom, and billboards written in snowy characters and Chinese are hung on both sides.

At a cursory glance, most of them are medicines.

Moreover, they are all special medicinal materials in the Snow Region.

Ning Fan didn't even look at this kind of shop.

More than half of the entire snow-covered plateau is no-man's land, and the specialties are nothing more than those.

Saffron, Matsutake, Cordyceps, Saussurea, Rhodiola, Ganoderma...

There are also a few shops with dzi beads and other things in baskets at the entrances, which can be seen at a glance to deceive tourists.

Ning Fan didn't want to say anything about this kind of shop.

All the special products from the entire snow-covered plateau have been dug up, which is not enough for the sales of these shops for a week.

Needless to say how many tricks there are.

It's just that these have nothing to do with what Ning Fan wants to buy.

Walk in along the street and stop in front of an inconspicuous shop.

"Tang Ga? Interesting."

Ning Fan thought for a while, opened the door curtain made of five-color silk threads and walked in. The pattern on the door curtain was a running wheel.

This is a common blessing pattern in the snow region, nothing out of the ordinary.

Entering the house, the aroma commonly used by the Snowy Buddha to worship the Buddha fills the room. It is not as strong as in the Lama Temple, but it is also very distinctive.

There are no other layouts in the shop, there are three counters, there are things placed inside, there is no clear price tag, and a well-dressed middle-aged man sits behind a table facing the door to the end, drawing something with special magnifying glasses.

Ning Fan could tell at a glance that the extremely fine weasel tail brush was used.

Draw a thangka with a wolf hair brush?

This is extremely meticulous work, even a master who has been painting Thangkas for decades would not dare to do it.

This guy in front of me is very confident in his craft.

The corner of Ning Fan's mouth twitched, and he was not in a hurry to choose something to look at. He walked over and looked at his craftsmanship across the counter.

With the prepared gold powder dipped in the brush in his hand, he carefully drew the image of the Arhat on the thangka. The part of the Buddha light behind it is resplendent and brilliant, reflecting dazzling brilliance under the light.

This thing is not simple, it is different from the tricky thangka sold outside, it is the real thing.

"Show you something good."

Ning Fan didn't hide his secrets, started a live broadcast, and all his treasure friends clicked to go online.

"What is this?"

"The golden light is pretty pretty, like a painting?"

"This paint is not simple, the color is rich, and it looks very comfortable."

Most Baoyou only know emotion when they come in, and a small number of Baoyou who have learned painting are a little surprised when they see the paint.

They have seen the world.

Ever since the existence of pigments in human history, no matter whether it is domestic blue, yellow, red, white or the three primary colors abroad, a good pigment pays attention to one color.

They usually buy paints to compare colors.

Some pigments are very good at first glance, but they will change color when they are oxidized by air or left for a little while.

This kind of pigment can be used for painting, but it is still far from being used for painting Thangka.

"The paint is good. I'm afraid this work will cost seven figures."

The person who spoke was Shen Pingqiu.

The faces of all the friends have changed, and the biggest boss in the painting and calligraphy circle in the live broadcast room can say that they are correct, what kind of paint is this?
Still seven figures?

Is this paintbrush made of gold or is this canvas made of gold?

"Pigments are made of gold."

Looking at the question, Shen Pingqiu knew that the treasure friends did not understand the value of this item, so he introduced it slowly.

"Thangka paintings are different from ordinary paintings. They are religious scrolls in Xueyu that are framed with colorful satin and hung for worship. Especially for you, the colors are bright."

"In order to ensure the brightness of the pigments, precious mineral pigments are used. What you see are gold, silver, pearls, agate, coral, turquoise, and plant extracts such as saffron, rhubarb, and indigo."

"I don't know how much precious ore is used for a painting."

The treasure friends understand a little bit, but they still have doubts when they look at the things in front of them.

Don't you worry about sales if this thing is so precious?

Anyone who runs a shop knows the rule of not holding high-priced goods.

The raw material cost of this thing in front of me is 10,000+, not to mention the labor cost. It will take at least a year to complete this painting just based on the processing method they saw.

In this way, it seems to be really acceptable.

"Want to buy something?"

The owner finished drawing a divine light in his hand, stopped to rest, saw that Ning Fan and Ban Liangjin were not buying anything, and kept staring at him, asking.

"I thought it was Tangga, but I didn't expect it to be Tangka and Gabala."

Ning Fan spoke calmly, looking at the counter with a little more indifference.

"Is that the one I know?"

"Really Snow Gabala?"

In the live broadcast room, Baoyou, who knew about Gabala, froze in place, feeling chills all over his body looking at the scene in front of him.

Ning Fan had already walked to the counter, and a dozen things clearly appeared on the screen.

Bracelets, prayer beads, bone bowls, bone flutes...

Pieces and pieces are placed on the counter, either wrapped or inlaid, with gold, silver and jewelry dotted on it.

Some of the exposed bones are covered with a grayish yellow layer, while others are orange-yellow, like jade.

"What kind of material is this, why is everything covered with pulp?"

There are also Baoyou who are new to the industry, who do not understand this thing and are still a little curious, and keep asking.

"Human bones."

An explanation floated across the bullet screen, and Xin Baoyou was so frightened that he couldn't even hold his phone.

How could this kind of material be used to make things?

If someone doesn't understand, someone will explain.

Ning Fan didn't need to open his mouth for this kind of trivial matter, and the barrage in the live broadcast room explained it clearly.

The snowy plateau advocates sky burials, and so do eminent monks.

After passing away, as long as it is not cultivated into a golden body, then after the physical body returns to nature, the bones will also be donated to make magic tools.

When the friends introduced it, they made it very clear.

In the earliest days, only the bones of eminent monks were used to make magic tools, but things got messed up later, and it was only then that the Tantric sect got the reputation of being spurned by others.

The treasure friends all kept the words without pointing out, just explaining a few words casually.

But the newcomers all understand.

This thing in front of them is not something they can touch.

Everyone changed their faces, and never mentioned the purchase and acquisition.

"Does Master Ning want to buy it?"

"No, just to see how it goes."

Seeing Ning Fan sizing it up, Ban Liang Jin thought he wanted to buy it, but he didn't expect to reject it so quickly.

I was still wondering if there was something wrong with this thing, when I heard Ning Fan's voice.

"Even if this thing belongs to an eminent monk, it is not recommended to wear it every day. If you have cultivated the Dharma for a lifetime in your spirit and mind, you can still stay in your body if you haven't heard it."

"It's okay to cut meat and feed eagles. After all, I want to, but if someone else takes my bones to read scriptures or do other things every day, wouldn't I panic?"

The treasure friends nodded across the screen.

There is nothing wrong with what Ning Fan said.

Usually, they couldn't help but get hairy when they saw a specimen. If they thought that this thing was a human bone, let alone a body protection, they would not be able to sleep well.

"How do you sell that one?"

After Ning Fan finished speaking, it didn't matter whether Ban Liang Jin understood or not.

He raised his eyes, looked at the thangkas hanging on the wall, pointed to one and asked the price.

The treasure friends also followed Ning Fan's instructions and looked over, with a little more puzzlement in their eyes.

Why does this thangka look a little strange?
(End of this chapter)