After Get Off Work, I Am the Divine Repairman

My bar doesn't serve anyone late at night. In Taiping Town during the day, I was a stupid apprentice who couldn't even carve a statue of the God of Wealth. But every time the clock chimes, the master will take off the "bar" sign and hang up the sign that is neither wood nor iron - Duishan Statue Bureau. Only then did I realize that all the gods, Buddhas and spirits in this world are trapped by the shackles of a "foreign appearance". If the image of the river god is corrupted, it will devour boys and girls; if the image of the mountain spirit is damaged, it will cause the earth to shake. Our duty is to repair or even reshape their "external appearance" to maintain the stability of the Three Realms. Master told me "You are the last 'reader' in the world, and you are here to bid farewell to this sky full of gods and Buddhas." And I never expected that the first "final delivery" order I received would come from Lingxiao Palace. The images of gods and Buddhas are dying in batches. The way of heaven that had been maintained for thousands of years began to disintegrate. And I will be the master of ceremonies at this grand funeral, and also... The new "Creator" candidate.