Master of Soul-Building - C242 Half Peer

“You are?” The woman took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of large watery eyes as she spat out a word or two from her mouth.

I nodded and said, a little puzzled:

“Beauty, you know me.”

The woman only smiled, and extended her hand to shake my hand: “Bai Yang, I am from Taiwan.”

So she was from the other side of the Strait. I didn’t dare to slight her and quickly touched her fingertips. But isn’t the voice of my Taiwan compatriots all coquettish?

This Bai Yang spoke very clearly, without any hint of a Taiwan accent.

She also laughed at my question and explained,

“My Grandpa only passed 49 years. He was born and bred in Beijing, I grew up with him. Do you think he will have a Taiwanese accent?”

Even though it was a calm water, with no meridians to speak, it was not easy for Gramps, so I quickly laughed, but then again, even so, Bai Yang still wouldn’t be able to recognize me.

Bai Yang shook her head and laughed: “That is not necessarily the case, the two of us are considered half brothers, you don’t know me, I know you.”

“AHH!” I was a little shocked, could it be that the Bai Yang in front of me was also from the yin and yang lines?

However, after a glance, I felt that it didn’t seem like it. This yin and yang lines’s people have been dealing with ghosts for a long time, so they brought along a bunch of Yin yang qi.

As long as one was in this line of work, there was no need to speak much to be able to sense it with one glance. However, other than the faint smell of makeup, there was no other smell coming from Bai Yang’s body.

I didn’t speak for a long time. Bai Yang grinned and pointed to the Buddha statue beside him.

“Oh, oh.” I seemed to understand something and asked, “You are also a statue maker?”

It turned out to be true, but her statue was not the same thing as mine.

The sculpture that Bai Yang and her husband made was called a handicraft, just like the sculpture that Michelangelo made.

However, what Bai Yang and the others did was in the shape of a Buddha statue, and it was very famous in Taiwan. It was said that the super large statue of the Buddha in Taiwan was made by their home.

No wonder Cheng Jia said that the Chanel Windbreaker she was wearing was worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Looks like this Bai Yang should have died from the floods.

I asked Bai Yang. Although this can’t be considered a handicraft, at least it has the same origin, I don’t know why she came to find me.

“supernatural sculpture, expelling evil to transcend misfortune, eliminating disasters and being safe. Is this true?” Bai Yang, on the other hand, cautiously asked me this question.

I laughed and said it wasn’t fake.

“If you’re worried, you can ask in this industry and guarantee my name.”

I patted my chest confidently. With regards to the supernatural sculpture’s craftsmanship, which had undergone such a long period of training, I felt more at ease.

Bai Yang also nodded and said: “I asked about your achievements in the industry, that’s why I came here specifically to find you.”

It seems that he had some understanding of me. I didn’t waste any more words as I directly asked her. If that’s the case, how could I help him?

Bai Yang thought about it and asked me:

“Have you heard the Great Buddha speak?”

I said that I had heard it before, and Bai Yang was also stunned for a moment, then asked me where I heard it from.

“It’s on TV. Didn’t you see Journey to the West? All the Bodhisattvas of the Great Buddha can speak, and they can even speak properly.”

Zhang Tiangang also laughed, imitating Tathagata Buddha’s voice from Journey to the West: “You rascal.”

Bai Yang looked at us with a strange expression.

“I won’t let the atmosphere be so depressing. If the thing you’re waiting for me to say is too terrifying, you’ll scare us.”

“Rows… “Fine.” Bai Yang swallowed her saliva and continued. It turned out that Taiwan’s economic capabilities had been declining over the years, and there were not many cities that could accept such statues.

So the couple turned the market to the mainland.

This compatriot on the continent was naturally very passionate. Because of the reputation of both husband and wife, they quickly accepted an order.

A county town in the Dutch province, to be made into the world’s largest clay Buddha sculpture.

I asked Bai Yang how tall this statue was. Bai Yang thought for a moment, then said that it was around 12 meters tall, and its entire body was made of clay.

It was nearly four stories tall, not considered small, and the most important thing was that it was all made of clay.

It’s impossible to make such a large statue out of clay. It has to be made by hand, bit by bit. I’m also in this line of work, and it takes me a lot of effort just to think about making such a large statue.

After the sculpture was made, it had to pass through the whole color at the edges, which took a long time to complete.

In order to make this statue, Bai Yang and his wife had spent an entire year until last month when Bai Yang had installed the entire Buddha’s head.

However, the matter only occurred after the production was completed.

One night after the sculpture was completed, Bai Yang began to color it, but she could still hear the voice coming out from Great Buddha’s body that did not have any color.

Bai Yang used his nails to grind them on Zi Sha’s cup of water, causing creaking sounds to ring out.

“It sounds like it’s been ringing inside the statue of the Buddha all night long. I feel like someone is picking things up with their nails.”

Hearing this, I asked Bai Yang:

“Could it be that it’s because the Buddha statue was just completed and the hollow Buddha statue hasn’t reached the vacuum state yet? Under the pressure of the air, such a sound could be heard.”

This was a very common occurrence. For example, if someone lived in an old house, they would often hear a dripping sound coming from the top of the building in the middle of the night. It sounded like a drop of water or a glass ball falling onto the ground.

He thought it was a ghost, but that was not the case. That was because the sound came from the steel bars pressing down on the floor.

It was the same sound during the day, but because it was so small, it could easily be overshadowed by the noise.

In the evening, when everything was quiet, this sound was exceptionally clear.

The air inside Great Buddha’s stomach was being compressed, and it was possible that creaking sounds could be heard.

I explained it this way, but Bai Yang still firmly shook his head and said:

“If it was just the sound of nails scratching, I would think so too, but what happened next was hard for me to believe.”

I asked Bai Yang before I continued. It was true that this was the only voice that came out of the first night, but on the second day, Bai Yang continued to go and color it.

The Great Buddha actually spoke.

or more accurately speaking, it should be the Great Buddha’s stomach speaking.