In a shop with a bright and clean window, Mu Yuning was reading a book quite seriously, turning the pages gently.
At this time, there was a crisp sound of bells, the thick wooden door was pushed open, and the wind chimes swayed in the wind.
"Welcome. This is a small Taoyuan building. Do you want a wood carving or a bamboo carving?" Mu Yuning put down the book and spoke gently.
Standing in front of her was a young man with a strong build. His face was covered by a hood, but he had a detached temperament.
"I heard that the owner of this shop is one of the best carving masters in the world. His craftsmanship is far better than mechanical wood carving. Therefore, I came here to visit." The rather calm words sounded, and there was a bit of confidence in the calmness.
Jean, very energetic.
"If there is no reservation, then I can only say that I am sorry. Grandpa's craftsmanship is indeed very good. Even the Tathagata statue in Daguang Temple was carved by him himself. However, Grandpa's health has not been good recently, so he has suspended all orders.
.So, you may be disappointed." Mu Yuning said softly.
"Hahaha, what a coincidence. I am proficient in medical skills, so I may be able to help." The young man chuckled, appearing quite calm.
As he spoke, he slowly took off his hood, and a smile appeared on his face: "Also, don't you recognize your old classmates?"
Mu Yuning stared at this rather familiar face, covered his mouth in astonishment and said, "You, are you Jiang Zhe?"
She couldn't believe it.
In the past, Jiang Zhe was taciturn and never communicated with anyone. He always walked alone, like a lone wolf.
As for the young man in front of him, except for his appearance, he is calm and calm with high-spirited self-confidence, and his movements are quite grand and magnanimous.
Is this really the Jiang Zhe who always hides behind others and is not good at words? Or is this his twin brother?
Mu Yuning's eyes were full of doubts.
"I am indeed Jiang Zhe, but I have just changed a little. I came here this time hoping to ask your grandfather to carve a statue of a god for me. Since he is sick, I will let you go and see him. As for medical skills in saving people,
I still have some experience." Jiang Zhe smiled confidently.
"Okay, okay." Mu Yuning slowly turned around, lifted the curtain and walked into the store.
In the small courtyard at the far end, the sun was shining, and the rather frail old man was lying peacefully on an easy chair, enjoying the sunshine.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old man opened his eyes dimly and said gently: "Is it Yu Ning? A guest is here?"
Mu Yuning nodded, "This is my high school classmate Jiang Zhe."
Only then did she remember that Jiang Zhe had officially dropped out of school before March, and he could hardly be seen near the school from then on.
"Old man, I want to ask you to carve a statue of a god. I saw that you were sick, and I happened to have studied medical skills, so I wanted to show it to you." Jiang Zhe said calmly and gently clasped the old man's wrist with his five fingers.
"It's an old problem. It'll be better after a few days of rest." The old man looked at Jiang Zhe with a smile, "Young man, are you studying ancient medical skills?"
Jiang Zhe said in a slow voice: "Insufficient blood energy will lead to the emergence of evil spirits, and the coldness of the body will bite the host. For small problems, just use pure Yang Gang energy to dispel them!"
As he spoke, he exerted slight force on his five fingers, and a green luster like emerald gathered in his palm, full of vitality.
The old man's pale face suddenly turned rosy, his cold palms began to warm up, and he recovered visibly to the naked eye.
"You, are you a warrior?" Mu Yuning said in astonishment.
Ever since an immortal came to the world more than ten years ago and established martial arts, the whole world has embraced martial arts in an attempt to prolong life and achieve immortality.
Jiang Zhe was not only able to emit emerald light from his palms, but was also able to get rid of illness, which reminded her of those martial arts masters.
"That's right. The teacher said, I'm just getting started." Jiang Zhe smiled faintly, "Old man, how do you think you are now? Are you feeling well?"
The old man stood up, shook his arms, and laughed and said: "It feels much more comfortable. Young man, which god do you want the old man to carve? Is it Tathagata Buddha who prays for good luck, Wenquxingjun who seeks education, or Wei who wards off evil spirits?
Piggyback King?"
"This is a god that needs to be carved." Jiang Zhe gently took out a silk screen and slowly opened it.
What caught the eyes of the old man was a majestic and solemn young man with extraordinary bearing. He stood on the auspicious clouds at his feet and held a long sword in his hand, looking extremely free and easy.
The special thing is that behind the young man, there is a starry sky like broken glass!
"The old man's eyesight is dull and I can't help but which god this is." The old man frowned slightly and said in confusion.
Jiang Zhe stood firm and said with great yearning and respect: "This is Lord Martial Saint! A true immortal of martial arts, the living emperor, the Martial Saint of the Tang Dynasty!!"
Martial Saint? Martial Arts Immortal?
The old man's pupils changed slightly, and he murmured: "Could it be that the legendary martial arts immortal who shattered the void and left? The one who created the martial arts in the world?"
Mu Yuning was also full of curiosity.
She had also heard of this existence.
Shatter the void and spread martial arts to the world!
Under the starry sky, we will face off against humanity's top weapon - a space-based battleship!
Four battleships were completely destroyed by him, truly reaching the height of a god!
She did not expect that the god Jiang Zhe wanted to carve was actually this one.
"This is a bit strange. After all, this person usually exists in legends, and you are the first person you have ever seen who believes in him." The old man nodded, picked up the carving knife, and put on his glasses.
Jiang Zhe said extremely calmly: "Immortals and Buddhas are sacred, and they are all in vain. Those who believe in them will not get a response for many years. They can only seek for their own peace of mind and give money to the monks in the temple, which is meaningless."
"Young man, you have a lot of ideas." The old man hung up the picture with a smile and began to prepare the carving: "Will this martial saint respond to the believers in the world?"
"Yes."
Jiang Zhe's words sounded, and the carving knife in the old man's hand froze slightly, and he looked at Jiang Zhe in disbelief.
Did you hear it correctly?
This young man said, will the martial saint respond to the believers in the world?
Real or fake?
"I didn't believe it before. Until that day, I met Grandmaster Wang Yan and became his disciple. At that time, I saw for the first time an immortal being who would respond to me." Jiang Zhe said from the bottom of his heart:
"If it hadn't been for that one's blessing, I would still be the extremely miserable Jiang Zhe, and I would never be able to become the leader of Zunwu Sect now."
Disciple of Grand Master Wang Yan?
Mu Yuning was startled.
That person is the number one martial artist in the world.
"Young man, you have quite an idea." The old man smiled and raised the carving knife, "Then I'll start carving now."
At this time, the cloudless sunny sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, echoing with dull thunder.