Chapter 30 Guandi Statue

I don’t know how long the father and son had been waiting for this day. They immediately packed up their things and left without even caring about their home.

Yan Xu was also pressed for time. He only had one month, and when the time came he would have to return to Japan again, unless he was willing to spend luck points to extend his time. However, the price of one hundred points a day made him give up the idea, so if it could save time, he naturally would not refuse.

"Master Huo, please pack up your things first. I'll call a car to take them away." Yan Xu invited the Huo father and son to go for blacksmithing, so they had to bring all the blacksmith's tools with them.

"Okay, Director, Shunzi, pack your things quickly and don't wander around like a headless fly." Huo Zhengen scolded his son, then went back to the room to pack some clothes, rolled up the bedding, and pulled out a small box from under the bed. He didn't use the key, but somehow the mechanism opened automatically, revealing a box full of books.

"When the Imperial Household Department was disbanded, everyone took valuable things, but my grandfather thought that as long as he had a skill, he would not starve to death, so he took the Imperial Household Department's collection of books. There was also a piece of meteorite, but the old man gave it away." When he said this, Huo Zhengen's face looked a little strange.

Meteorite iron was a good thing in ancient times when the smelting technology was not very good, but it is just so-so in modern times. It is impossible that every piece of meteorite iron is the indestructible Nine Heavens Mysterious Iron. This is not the world of immortal heroes.

The problem is that this piece of ancestral meteorite iron was exchanged for the second brother's further advancement in his work. Huo Zhengen felt unhappy every time he thought about it. It was because the old man was too biased.

Nowadays, people don't take ancestral craftsmanship so seriously, at least that's not the case if they can't make money. So when he saw that the factory director was interested in ancient books, Huo Zhengen readily took out all the books for him to read.

There are dozens of books, most of which are drawings for making various weapons. However, drawings alone are not enough. There are requirements for materials, furnace fire, and techniques. Not everyone can make one according to the drawings. Many tricks are passed down through words and deeds between fathers and sons, masters and apprentices, and are unknown to outsiders.

Because he couldn't understand it, Yan Xu just flipped through it casually. Unexpectedly, he found a few martial arts secrets that looked like picture books at the bottom, and he immediately became interested.

However, these secret books were not as magical as Yan Xu had imagined. Not to mention the meridian circulation routes, there were not even any mysterious and powerful mantras. On the contrary, the descriptions were very straightforward.

Generally speaking, it is a very scientific training method to enhance physical fitness and explosive power through specific movements combined with different breathing methods.

Unfortunately, Huo Zhengen said that there are tricks to practicing these, and it is easy to hurt the heart and lungs without inheritance, so Yan Xu gave up the idea.

Seeing that the young factory director liked these miscellaneous books, Huo Zhengen picked them all out and gave them to him without saying a word. As for how could he give away heirlooms, if the old man could give them, why couldn't he? Not only could he give them, but his son could too.

Huo Zhengen felt very happy when he saw her off. After all, he had been holding this grudge in his heart for decades.

Yan Xu didn't hesitate, he took a piece of cloth, wrapped it carefully, and then put it in his bag.

Carrying the bedding out and closing the door, Huo Zhengen suddenly remembered something and said to his son who had just packed up his tools.

"I almost forgot. Hurry up and burn some incense for Master Guan. I don't know when he will come back after he leaves."

Yan Xu originally wanted to stand outside to see if the car had arrived. He was in no hurry to leave when he heard it, as he didn't care about the time. But when Huo Changshun pushed open the door of the side room, he realized that there was something unusual about this Master Guan.

The statues of gods worshipped by ordinary people were no more than a foot tall, but the Lord Guan worshipped by the Huo family father and son was as tall as an ordinary person just by sitting there. He stroked his beard with one hand and held the Spring and Autumn Annals in the other. There was also an iron Green Dragon Crescent Blade placed next to him.

"After my ancestor worked in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he returned to his hometown and built a Guandi Temple. He also specially asked craftsmen from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to carve this Guandi statue. The knife was also made of iron and selected by my ancestor himself." The ancestors of the Huo family were obviously rich, and Huo Zhengen was proud of it. But now he can only think about the past, which makes him sigh. "The temple was demolished a few years ago. The old man saw that the situation was not right, so he took me and my second brother to carry Guan Gong out overnight and made a fake one. It was fooling around, but the temple is gone, so we can only worship him at home." Huo Zhengen took the incense lit by his son, bowed casually, and inserted it into the incense burner, explaining to Yan Xu.

"I wonder if Master Huo is willing to exchange it." Yan Xu tried his best to use a statement that the other party could accept. Simply put, he liked this statue.

However, once a statue is worshipped, it is no longer a commodity but a god, so it cannot be described as selling, so Yan Xu took out a golden Buddha.

Huo Zhengen knew at first glance that this was an old piece of gold and the craftsmanship was not modern. It seemed that this golden Buddha had at least hundreds of years of history.

Who wouldn't want "this" gold? However, Huo Zhengen thought that the father and son were about to work in the other factory, and he couldn't lose the big picture for the small one. He was about to give it to Yan Xu, but was stopped by Yan Xu.

As long as the other party is interested in exchanging it, Yan Xu has the final say on whether it is worth it or not, so he stuffed the golden Buddha into Huo Zhengen's hands.

Huo Zhengen's palms were full of sweat as he held the golden Buddha. Even after a whole day of forging iron, his hands wouldn't sweat so much, so you can imagine how nervous he was.

There was no way. He underestimated the weight of the golden Buddha. This thing was solid and weighed almost two taels. Even if the old gold was not pure, it was an old item and could not be calculated simply by the gold price. What's more, the gold price alone was worth a lot of money. In his opinion, he was getting a great bargain.

Although this statue of Guandi represents the honor of the Huo family, he has become like this now, so why would he care about it?

Besides, the wood used was not very good and had no historical value. After all, it was just a village temple. Exchanging it for a golden Buddha weighing more than two taels was definitely a big profit for their family.

Of course, the Huo family father and son felt that they had made a lot of money, and Yan Xu didn’t feel that he had lost anything.

In Japan, Yan Xu has been feeling insecure ever since he learned about the existence of monsters and demons. Especially after the great war between the Shimazu and Sagara families, Mori Yu reminded him that monsters might breed after the war, and even attract some bad things, so it is best to worship a god and pray for protection.

The problem is that he has seen many gods in Japan, but none of them is worthy of him bowing down to them. He would rather spend money to hire monsters than bow his head.

So this time when he came back, he planned to invite a god to take charge.

However, a statue cannot be made by simply finding someone to carve it; it must be consecrated by believers. This is what he specifically asked Sen Yu about.

But as the richest man in the area, he could not take away the statues of gods in the big temples. At most, he could spend money to buy two consecrated pendants or bracelets, which he was not sure whether they were real or fake.

Therefore, this statue of Guandi, which has been worshipped by villagers for at least a hundred years, is his best choice.

If there really is something magical after passing through the bronze door, Yan Xu decided to promote it vigorously so that the Japanese natives who have never seen a true god can broaden their horizons and know who they should kowtow to.

(End of this chapter)