I Am a Wandering Ink Artist in the World

Song Yan is a craftsman, tracing steles, painting, and repairing ancient books to earn a few cents in exchange for a day of leisure. He doesn't know anything about meditation, but he only feels that pen and ink are spiritual, and craftsmanship requires tranquility. But the evil spirits would retreat when they saw the broken tablets he copied; the ancient paintings he repaired brought rain to the long-drought land; the little fox he picked up chirped all day long, saying that he was a great person. Song Yan felt helpless: "I'm really just a craftsman." He continued walking and painting, unaware that he had stepped into an eternal chess game. Until one day, a secret organization called the "Tiandao Alliance" appeared in the clouds, overlooking the world, saying that the heavenly laws in this world were flawed, and a new saint needed to be established and the principles re-established. They searched for all possible seeds of sanctification in the world, and finally, their eyes fell on the seemingly ordinary painter. Song Yan put down his pen, looked at his hands, and then looked out the window at the thousands of miles of green mountains. "New Sage? Tsunasa? I can only write and draw."