It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"Are there any other questions? If there are no problems, you can officially start work tomorrow. If anyone finds it troublesome to travel back and forth, they can live in the mountains. I have vacated two rooms for you to decide. If there is anything missing, please tell Ke Qin and we can buy it together."

The courtyard where the Taoists live needs to be rebuilt, and these people will temporarily live in the small courtyard of Song Tang and the old abbot.

During the time I'm away, I only need to lock my room and the room of the former abbot, and the other spaces can be opened to several people for use.

When the mountain temple is restored, they can move to the courtyard where the Taoists used to live, if they are still willing to continue working there.

After all, the mountain temple will be open to the public in the future, and Song Tang doesn't plan to do everything by himself, as that would be very busy.

It was already noon when they sent the others away, and Yan Fei had not returned yet. Song Tang continued to draw amulets and consecrated all the mountain god statues in stock.

After being busy for most of the day, he drew four hundred amulets and consecrated the ten mountain god statues in stock one by one.

I plan to spend another day drawing tomorrow, and when I have collected a thousand amulets, that should be enough.

It was already dark, and it was already seven o'clock when Yan Fei finally came back in a black SUV. Yesterday he drove a silver sports car, and he changed it after going out.

Watching Yan Fei carry something heavy into the room and carefully place it on the wooden table, Song Tang opened the thing wrapped in layers of white paper at his signal.

A green stone appeared in front of Song Tang. To be precise, it was a piece of very pure green emerald, about the size of a football.

"Isn't it beautiful? This is my brother's collection. He originally planned to make it into a set of jewelry and give it to my mother as a golden wedding gift." Yan Fei had an expression that seemed to be praising me so much that if he had a tail, it would have turned into a propeller.

Song Tang: "..."

"Don't worry, use it. My brother said we have a spare one at home. If it doesn't work, I'll buy another one for my mom!" Yan Fei patted the beautiful jadeite, as proud as a peacock spreading its tail. "My brother defeated several local tyrants and spent 110 million to get it. Because we haven't found a satisfactory designer, it has been shelved until now."

Asking her to carve a peace and safety plaque with jade worth 100 million yuan, is Yan Fei dreaming of heaven?

"Take it back. I have no use for this jade." Song Tang shook his head firmly.

Yan Fei immediately showed an expression of "I knew it" and clapped his hands towards the yard. Immediately, a middle-aged man in his fifties came in with a man in his thirties.

Both of them were wearing grey work clothes and white gloves. The older man was also holding something in his hand, which looked not much smaller than Yan Fei's. Song Tang immediately looked at Yan Fei with a vigilant look.

The man put the stone down and carefully lifted the velvet cloth on it, revealing a hint of apple green.

This is a round top and flat bottom piece of glutinous apple green jadeite, about 15 or 16 centimeters at the bottom and 8 or 9 centimeters thick. It is close to ice jadeite and is also a valuable piece of jadeite.

"My brother said that if the master doesn't want to use that piece of material, he can use this alternative. Of course, this piece of material is not good at all, it seems that it only cost more than 5 million." Yan Fei patted the apple green jadeite with regret, "Fortunately, the color is not bad, suitable for young girls."

A jadeite worth more than five million is considered pretty good?

Song Tang couldn't even afford that much money!

He was about to continue to refuse, but Yan Fei seemed to have expected it and said first: "My brother said that he will keep his promise. Master Song, please don't be so polite."

Yan Yi's original ambition was to serve the mountain god for generations to come.

Song Tang is a righteous god, so this ambition will really follow Yan Yi for generations to come.

In other words, Yan Yi is already bound to Song Tang.

From this perspective, she really didn't need to be too distant with Yan Yi. As her loyal follower, as long as the Yan family did not go astray, she would always take care of the Yan family and Yan Yi's descendants.

"I'll take this stone, thank you."

Then the master and apprentice took a whole set of tools from the car and placed them in the yard. They asked Song Tang for his opinion and then cut the apple green jadeite into the size Song Tang needed.

Song Tang picked up a small sign and began to carve it skillfully.

She learned her carving skills when she was walking in the human world. She didn't have much talent, unlike her master, who could tell at a glance what kind of ornaments would be best carved from any material.

Song Tang can only copy others, and in his master's words, "It has only form but no soul."

"Is your knife skill the legendary Zen carving?" Master Qi, who was waiting for polishing nearby, finally asked the question he had been holding back for a long time as he watched the Peace and Safety plaque gradually take shape.

He was a little dissatisfied with this trip. The Yan family spent a lot of money to invite him to come, but he only did some basic work. He was best at carving, but the other party said it was not necessary.

Such a good piece of material was handed over to this little girl who had no experience at first glance. When his apprentice was this age, he was still learning about various materials. Now he is thirty years old and has just started to carve.

Song Tang's hands had white and slender fingers without any calluses, so it was unlikely that he was a hidden master of carving.

Coupled with Yan Fei's attentiveness, it was natural to think that this was a common method Yan Fei used to pick up girls.

Continuing to carve the Peace and Safety plaque in his hand, Song Tang replied without even looking up: "Have you seen it? I have only learned the basics, and it cannot be called Zen carving."

Song Tang indeed learned this skill from a monk.

I don’t know if it’s because he is a monk, but everything he carves has a sense of Zen that can calm the viewer’s heart.

Therefore, outsiders call his sculptures Zen sculptures.

"I was fortunate enough to see the works of Master Wuwei in the White Country Museum, and that's exactly what I felt. This is Zen sculpture, for sure!" Master Qi said excitedly, "Zen sculpture has been lost for hundreds of years, and there are only a few works left, most of which are collected by foreign museums. Master Song, may I ask, are you the successor of Master Wuwei?"

Hearing about this amazing carving technique, he chased the master and asked him about it for a long time. He was very disappointed when he learned that it had been lost.

I didn't expect to see the legendary Zen sculptures today in an unknown small temple.

If I tell him that his master is Master Wuwei, will he be scared to death?

Song Tang shook his head and lied without blushing, "I don't know. I learned it from an old man who passed by. He lived in the mountain temple for a while. Seeing that I was interested, he taught me for a few months."

"Do you have the contact information of that old man?"

Song Tang shook his head again. Where did the contact information of a fictitious person come from?