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There was no choice left.
In the end, he decided to carve a statue from wood and then paint it with gold and silver. Zhao Feng took a delicate soft brush, dipped it into the paint bucket, and began to apply the colors. He was very meticulous, painting slowly and carefully, leaving no detail overlooked.
Time passed slowly.
After more than three hours, Zhao Feng took a deep breath and looked at the statue with a sense of accomplishment. It was lifelike! Every color was perfectly applied. At a glance, it seemed as if Yun Yi was truly standing on the pedestal, gazing compassionately at every devotee.
He himself felt utterly exhausted. Three full hours—almost equivalent to seven hours of work! He had been completely focused, unable to relax for even a moment. A momentary distraction could ruin the paint job. After all, this was a gilded statue dedicated to the Immortal Sir! Even the slightest flaw would mean starting over. Fortunately, he had succeeded!
Zhao Feng tossed the brush into the bucket and lifted the paint container as he jumped down from the pedestal.
Below, Zhao An, Zhao Yun, Tong Yuan, Dian Wei, Zhu Ji, Xiahou Xing, and others were all red-eyed, barely maintaining their spirits as they waited.
Was it done? Seeing Zhao Feng come down, Zhao An perked up immediately and rushed forward to ask, "Is everything alright?"
Zhao Feng nodded in response. "It's done, Father. Do you still not trust my skills?"
Zhao An shook his head and replied, "I have confidence in your abilities; I was just asking casually. Besides, this is a gilded statue being made for Immortal Sir."
A smile spread across Zhao Feng's face as he patted his chest and assured, "Father, rest assured, it will be perfect with no flaws whatsoever." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present let out a collective sigh of relief.
Then, Zhao Feng added another reminder, "Oh, by the way, I urge everyone to keep anyone from approaching the statue for the next four hours. The gold and silver paint need some time to dry completely. If anyone touches it and causes any damage, you cannot blame me."
Everyone nodded in agreement. "Understood, we will keep watch outside Miao Ting. No one is allowed inside."
Zhao Feng nodded in approval and then looked down at the paint bucket in his hand before continuing, "Oh right, there’s still some gold and silver paint left in the bucket. What should we do with it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought. Soon after, Zhu Ji suggested, "Zhao Feng, why not use the leftover gold and silver paint to make a few wood carvings?"
Zhao Feng looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if he didn’t quite understand why such a suggestion was made.
Zhu Ji spread his hands and explained, "After all, this Miao Ting is located in your Zhao Family Village. You can come here every day to pay respects to Immortal Sir."
It won't be so easy for us in Xing Zhuang Village.
After all, we can't possibly run over ten miles every day, can we?
Therefore, I hope to use the statue here as a model to create a few smaller versions of the Wood Carving to take back to the village. This way, the residents of Xing Zhuang Village can also worship the Immortal Sir at home without having to make the long trek each time.
Zhao Feng hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "How many do you want?"
Zhu Ji replied with a satisfied smile, "The more, the better! The more, the merrier. Besides, there’s still quite a bit of gold and silver paint left, so just make as many as you can with what’s remaining."
"We need to exchange all ten stones of grain from Xing Zhuang Village," came Zhao Feng's voice from the side.
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