Master Jiang's Name as Cunmu Hall's Anchor

At this moment, Wang Xun was not the only one stunned. The craftsmen gathered around also stared at Duan Rong and that Buddha head with astonished eyes.

The tall, gaunt old carpenter even stood with his mouth slightly open, his dazed gaze fixed stubbornly on the Buddha head lying on the ground.

This old carpenter had been at the trade for more than forty years. In his eyes, the mastery and rounded details of this stone-carved Buddha head surpassed every craftsman he had ever seen in the workshop.

"I've worked for forty years myself, yet I've never seen a Buddha head like this. Every chisel stroke hit exactly where it should. Young man, how did you do it?" After a long while, the old carpenter finally raised his head. The shock on his face had settled into calm as he looked at Duan Rong and asked.

Duan Rong rubbed his nose and smiled faintly, brushing it off. "Perhaps I suddenly had an awakening..."

The old carpenter froze slightly, then looked deeply at the Buddha head on the ground again, as though savoring the meaning behind Duan Rong's words.

Judging from the Buddha head yesterday, Duan Rong clearly had some foundation in stone sculpture, but his details had still been rather rough.

Yet today, after merely one day, it had become so smooth and vivid...

But stone carving and the delicate work of polishing were skills built through water dripping through stone. They could never be achieved in one leap through a moment of enlightenment.

The old carpenter raised his head again, doubt still flickering in his eyes.

Duan Rong could see that the old man was somewhat stubborn and would probably keep digging until he broke the pot to find out what was inside. He immediately laughed it off. "Proprietor,