The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 114 Controlling the Thunder Tribulation, what kind of terrifying power is that? !
died?

do you died? !

Zhang Bingxin was stunned for a moment, staring at the screen in his hand, a little bit unbelievable, even a little flattered. Was it Mr. Shen who did it?

Did Mr. Shen give the pig demon the final blow to make it easier for them to get closer?
Mr. Shen is so nice...

Before he could finish his sigh, a slap hit him hard on the shoulder. He sank down and then jumped up:

"who!"

"……I."

Senior brother Gu Yulin pushed him down angrily and snatched the drone control panel from his hand.

After carefully observing it for a while and pressing a few buttons, the drone immediately approached the pig demon, hovered in the sky, and transmitted his voice clearly:

"You have hit pedestrians and law enforcement police, which has seriously violated our country's laws... You are now ordered to obey orders immediately and accept investigation and punishment..."

After shouting three times, the pig demon lowered his head and stood there, motionless, with only the dust on his body blown up by the drone and falling down. Gu Yulin breathed a sigh of relief and took a tentative step forward, then another step forward...

"stop!!!"

There was a sharp sound of emergency brakes.

There was a clatter of footsteps as six or seven people jumped out of the car and ran across the cordon.

Gu Yulin turned around and saw his uncle holding a shield in one hand and a Seven Star Sword in the other. He had his Taoist robe tucked into his belt and was rushing to the front with an anxious look on his face.
"You guys stand back! I'll do it!"

He rushed forward bravely, standing in front of the disciples, then he bent his body and moved forward slowly.

At a distance of fifty meters, he muttered a spell, and a string of light spots fell on the pig demon's head, but did not provoke any reaction;
At a distance of thirty meters, he pulled out his pistol and fired two shots, but there was no response;

Twenty meters away, another spell was cast, and a faint blue flame fell on the pig monster's nose and the back door. The pig monster seemed to tremble, but seemed to have no reaction...

"He should still be breathing, but he has lost consciousness." Seeing the movement of the dark blue flames, the uncle finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully observed the two disciples, making sure they were both safe and sound, and asked in a low voice:
"That Mr. Shen did it?"

"Yes." Zhang Bingxin nodded in shock. The uncle hissed and turned his head to look at the mansion:

"Is it convenient for me to meet up... No, forget it, I'll just ask her on WeChat..."

Gu Yulin had already climbed the steps and was about to knock on the door. Hearing this, he raised his right hand in the air and turned around to look at his uncle-master.

The middle-aged Taoist exhaled and said earnestly:

"Helping to survive the thunder tribulation and controlling its power will definitely consume a lot of energy. At this time, even if it is for self-protection, many people don't want to meet outsiders.

"Forcing a meeting will cause great resentment, remember that?"

"remember!"

The two nephews, as well as a group of juniors and subordinates, all nodded. In the studio, Shen Le looked at the surveillance screen and nodded as well:

The old Taoist priest is great, he does this in a way that makes people feel comfortable. Although, I don’t want to see people not because I’m exhausted, but because I’m socially anxious and don’t want to see strangers…

The phone screen jumped. Gu Yulin's messages appeared one after another in rapid succession:
"Mr. Shen? Did you kill the pig monster outside?"

"Do you need us to help you get it into the house?"

Shen Le was stunned for a long time holding the phone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. What does this mean? Does the attitude of the Special Affairs Department mean that this pig demon is his prey or trophy?

He was just shouting "You have seriously violated our country's laws..." This tone shows that he is treating her as an entity with citizenship!
Also, why was such a huge pig brought in? Why was it brought in?
Would I want to eat it?

I'm not a butcher, I can't even cut this thing!
"No thanks." He quickly typed a reply. Soon, the next message came back:

"Then can we move it away first? Such a big pig demon is not suitable for ordinary people to see!
Don't worry, the ownership of it, and if there is a reward, it will all be yours, not a penny less!"

Ah, this is good - if there is a reward, there will be points, and if there are points, there will be money. Shen Le happily gave himself a thumbs up:

I can finally make money!
And it’s a huge sum!
Up to now, the money I have earned has exceeded the sum of the Pinocchio, the inkstone, and the oil lamp. I am now the one supporting them!
"Okay, thank you for your help!"

He happily agreed. Not long after, a crane and a 5-ton truck arrived, lifted the body of the pig demon onto the truck, propped up the tarpaulin, and took it away directly.

Half of the Special Affairs Department members who came to support followed the car. The remaining half stood at the place where the pig demon was moved away, everyone lowered their heads, and everyone was horrified.

A large black and gray pattern appeared on the ground of the old street. It had fangs, big ears, an arched mouth, a fat body, and a short tail. It was a wild boar that was four meters long.

The pattern was deeply imprinted into the stone slab. Zhang Bingxin rolled it with his shoe sole and swept it twice with a broom, but only a layer of dust was swept away, and the pattern remained intact.

The other team members squatted down and used rags and shovels to wipe, but they couldn't shake it at all. Looking down from above, it looked like the pig demon was flattened directly, with its flesh and soul deeply imprinted on the road!
"What kind of power is this..."

"Don't worry about what kind of power this is. Hurry up and contact the road administration department to shovel away this piece of ground and lay new ground overnight, otherwise people won't be able to go out tomorrow!"

The pig demon invasion ended very quickly, causing only a small stir in a very small area, and most of the residents of Zhuxi Town were completely unaware of it.

However, Shen Le found something strange when he woke up the next morning:
“Why do I feel like… the little ink fountain works faster, and the little oil lamp controls the lights at home more precisely?
Wait! What’s wrong with you, little doll? Why are you walking away so early in the morning? "

Shen Le searched around the house and finally found a partner who could explain the situation clearly. The big camphor tree A Lu answered his question with certainty:
【Yes! 】

[After surviving a thunderstorm, the vitality released can benefit a large area! Look at me, my skills have increased by at least three to five years! ]

It shook its branches and sent leaves to Shen Le. The leaves were shining and extremely bright and green. Shen Le suddenly realized:
"So, the inkstones and oil lamps will become more spiritual, right? And the newly repaired dolls will also be more likely to gain spirituality?"

[They are still early...]

"Yeah, it's still early." Shen Le smiled bitterly:
“There is still a lot of repair work to be done…”

Helping people survive the thunderstorm is just an interlude, while restoring cultural relics is the daily routine. Shen Le rolled up his sleeves and plunged into the restoration work again:
The small porcelain bowl that was broken into two pieces in the doll cabinet was finally cleaned. Shen Le removed the plastic wrap, dipped it in paint paste, painted both sides of the porcelain bowl, put it together tightly, and tied it with a rope;

Opening his spiritual eyes and looking carefully, the breath on both sides of the small porcelain bowl began to flow towards the middle very slowly, like magma or asphalt.

It goes down a little, flows in a little, goes down a little more, flows in a little more…

Bordered! Very good!

Wait quietly for a while until the paint paste inside solidifies, and the aroma of the small porcelain bowl should be perfectly integrated and start to flow freely!

Shen Le felt relieved and started to wash the porcelain pot, change the diatomaceous earth, and toss it back and forth.

After all the stains in the cracks are cleaned, rinse with hydrogen peroxide and ammonia, mix aluminum oxide powder with Red Star 509 adhesive, fill the cracks, and polish...

Round after round, round after round, different types of sandpaper, from coarse to fine, were pasted and torn off on the sticky grinding head, until the edge of the porcelain pot was as smooth as the touch of a finger.

Shen Le calmed himself and tried hard to ignore the sizzling sound of grinding that seemed to be lingering in his ears. He mixed the pigment with nitrocellulose lacquer imitation glaze material and began to glaze the cracks.

While adjusting the color, I compared it with the porcelain pot. I compared it once, adjusted it twice, compared it again, and adjusted it twice more...

When the color was almost the same, I applied it on the cracks of the porcelain pot. After applying a stroke, I found it was not right, so I quickly wiped it off and re-adjusted the color.

"Oh, it's so hard for me..."

After three consecutive failed attempts at color adjustment, Shen Le let out a long sigh and was almost ready to give up and just paint some similar colors.

However, if the color is a little off, the breath flowing through the porcelain will be a little weaker; if the color is a little closer, the breath flowing through both sides of the porcelain will circulate more smoothly.

There is no other way. For 100% effect, just work hard!

Shen Le had no choice but to stop working and go back to look through his textbooks, materials, and papers. As he did so, a lot of knowledge that he had forgotten after learning came back to his mind:
Even for white porcelain, the color observed with the naked eye includes the color of the body at the bottom, the glaze color with high light transmittance on the surface, and the color presented by the superposition of bubbles in the glaze layer.

During the coloring process, it is necessary to master the basic optical principles such as light reflection and diffuse reflection, and make certain adjustments to the pre-adjusted glaze color, either yellowish or bluish...

No wonder porcelain restoration, glazing is a specialized art! It looks almost the same, but when you apply it, it's still different!
Shen Le applied and rubbed it over and over again, probably twenty or thirty times, before he got the glaze color to his satisfaction.

All the cleaned and repaired porcelain plates, bowls, pots and cups were neatly put back on the shelf, in the tray that belonged to the kitchen.

At this point, all the porcelain has been repaired, all the small ornaments have been repaired, and all the small furniture that is not a mortise and tenon structure has been repaired.

Shen Le used his eyes to examine the restored ornaments carefully. He placed them in the positions recorded in the film, layer by layer, on the corresponding floors in the doll house.

Just by placing it like this, the aura of all the small decorations will naturally resonate and form a cycle.

As soon as this cycle was formed, their auras suddenly began to rise layer by layer, swirling around and forming a vortex. In the room, the faint auras that were scattered were stirred up by this vortex and poured in:

The spiritual eyes could see that the aura of these small furniture and decorations became stronger and stronger. The miniature armchair with mortise and tenon structure that he had repaired first even emitted a faint light.

The little girl doll standing gracefully among the furniture also started laughing. Even without a clairvoyant eye, one could see her raising her hands and dancing gently.

"really not bad……"

Shen Le smiled. He reached out and touched the doll, then touched the furniture beside her that was emitting a faint glow:
"I really hope you guys are fine...don't have any worries, don't have any pain, don't fall down and pretend to be dead at every turn..."

With a plop, the little doll fell down.

The next moment, the light and shadow in front of Shen Le changed, and he was pulled into a memory.

(End of this chapter)