The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 287: Secret Realm Development! The personnel composition is too chaotic...

“…Based on the clues provided by Mr. Jin and the comparison with the satellite map, we found the location of the secret place.

This secret place is located in the upper reaches of Xiaoliao River, northeast of Yinzhou, and is very close to the location where the target person died in battle or disappeared as recorded in history..."

Shen Le huddled in the back seat of the SUV, holding his precious mountaineering bag in one hand and a brand new painting tube in the other, listening to the Special Affairs Bureau personnel's urgent report on the exploration situation.

Inside the painting tube, the scroll rustled and complained to Shen Le:

【I knew it! 】

【I knew it was there! 】

[He must have found something over there, and then he never came back! ]

"Oh, shut up." Shen Le patted the painting tube lightly. He immediately turned his head and smiled at the special affairs bureau operative who was accompanying him in the back seat, nodding apologetically:

"Excuse me, I'm trying to silence this scroll. - Will you continue?"

The operator's gaze drifted to the side uncontrollably, and he quickly reminded himself not to make a fuss.

This Mr. Shen, who had his first in-depth cooperation with the Special Affairs Bureau, brought out an oil lamp, which played a decisive role in the process of killing the mountain king (yes, he brought it out this time too);

The second in-depth cooperation was to bring a set of red wedding dress aboard the scientific research exploration ship from afar;

This is the third time I have brought a talking Ming Dynasty painting. It is nothing. I need to get used to it, adapt to it, and ignore it.

Even if this scroll, or the oil lamp, or anyone else spoke and made requests to him directly, he would communicate with the other party without changing his expression!
"Well, so far, we have determined the entrance to the secret realm and have also preliminarily explored the first level of the secret realm. When entering the second level, we encountered a big problem..."

Simply put, the formation action guide written on the backing paper either has problems itself, or they have problems understanding it.

Three quarters of the drones and robot dogs sent in were killed, and one quarter entered and exited normally;
The operatives who went in to explore were trapped inside, unable to see or communicate, and could only rely on certain Taoist methods to confirm that they were still alive;

The Alloy Boss also went in and walked around, his body was covered with wounds, numerous silver-shining cuts. Relying on his strong body, he escaped, but he was unable to pick up the operatives...

“Now, we have urgently summoned a group of professionals to measure and analyze this formation on site.

However, because the spiritual energy has just started to recover, many ancient formations have been lost or are difficult to use. The people inside can't wait, so we hope to invite you to come and take a look..."

As they were talking, the off-road vehicle braked suddenly and stopped at the mountain pass.

Looking out the car window, a continuous green tent has been erected outside. People in dark purple Taoist robes and bright red and yellow monk's robes are constantly coming in and out of the green tents.
Between the tents, loud speakers shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Be careful of fire! Be careful of fire! Open flames are prohibited in the campsite! Please go to the designated place to make a fire--"

Shen Le covered his face. He didn't even need to take a deep breath, the strong smell of incense directly choked his nose.

Speaking of which, in this deep mountain forest, where there are no temples or Taoist temples, how do you get so many incense sticks?
Should we just move the incense burner from the temple or Taoist temple together with the incense ashes, or should we invite believers to come and burn incense on site?
"Oh, sorry to make you laugh." The operative led Shen Le inside quickly, introducing as they walked:
"Because they are practitioners from different sects, the requirements for pre-action preparation are also different - ah, don't go over there, that's the headquarters of the Xiangxi sect..."

Without him saying anything, Shen Le also smelled a strong scent of spices mixed with a strange stench.

Around that small tent, there were densely packed barbed wires covered with talisman papers, and machine guns lined up in a strict formation.

Some of the muzzles were pointed inwards, while others were pointed diagonally upwards. It was obvious that even if a zombie inside evolved into a flying yaksha and rushed out uncontrollably, it would be immediately killed by the camp’s firepower...

Shen Le shook his head and followed the operatives inside. After passing the zombie camp, there was an open space on the left. Monks in red robes formed a square formation, beating wooden fish and chanting in unison.
There is an open space in the front right, where a group of Taoists built a three-layer earthen altar. The bottom layer is square, the middle layer is octagonal, and the top layer is round.

On the earthen altars, Taoist priests in high hats and robes held banners, whisks, and various instruments, chanting in unison or running fast with swords brandished.

Further ahead, a group of staff members in white coats set out various instruments that Shen Le was unfamiliar with, moving some around and debugging some.

From time to time, someone turned around and shouted:

"This foundation is not good! Level it up for me!"

"Move that radar of yours away! It's interfering with me!"

"Drive another generator truck over here! The voltage is unstable—"

Just, there is a kind of beauty that comes from the south with a lama and from the north with a mute...

Shen Le was carrying a backpack and a painting tube on his shoulder. He looked left and right, overwhelmed by the sight.

Beside him, the operatives walked quickly, looking back at him from time to time, muttering in their hearts:
Is this guy okay? Why does he look like he is here for tourism and is so happy to see the novelties? If he wasn't concerned about keeping it secret, he could have taken out his phone and recorded the video at any time.
Even if he grumbled a lot, it was not something he could ask - especially since this person was specially invited by the higher-ups.

The operatives took Shen Le and walked straight inside to the entrance of the secret realm. They passed two armed sentries and entered a cave with vines hanging down.

The entrance to the cave was not very big, just a little better than "extremely narrow at first, only enough for one person to pass through". The walls and the ground of the cave had obviously been urgently repaired, and a track was laid on the ground, which seemed to be able to pass a small mine car.

Shen Le tiptoed along the railroad tracks for a dozen steps, and suddenly the view in front of him opened up to a small valley.

In the valley, the grass is green, the stream is splashing, and in the far distance there is a waterfall like smoke and fog, making the valley look like a fairyland on earth.

The only abnormality was that the mist from the waterfall spread out and floated directly towards them, and visibility was almost zero a hundred steps away.

If it weren't for the row of strange cylinders standing a hundred steps away, with the spheres on top of the cylinders gleaming with light, Shen Le estimated that the mist would have covered the entire valley...

"Mr. Shen, you are here!"

The green tent at the entrance of the valley was lifted, and a tall, sharp-eyed official from the Special Affairs Bureau came out quickly and shook Shen Le's hand tightly:
"We've finally got you! Come on, whatever instrument or equipment you need, just place an order and we'll get it to you as quickly as possible!"

Ah, this... Instruments and equipment, Shen Le really doesn't need them. He stood on tiptoe, trying to look into the mist, and then listened carefully. He heard a violent roar, and his heart was instantly relieved:
Since he could shout so loudly, Alloy Boss must be in good condition, at least his personal safety is not a problem.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the other party:

"Give me a small tent that I can live in and meditate in. Oh, and give me a map of the surrounding area. The higher the accuracy, the better. The area doesn't need to be too large. Hmm, how big do you want?"

What?
You asked me for a map and asked me how big it needed?
The officer from the Special Affairs Bureau was stunned for a moment. Then he saw that Shen Le's eyes were not directed at him, but at the painting tube on his body, with his head slightly tilted, as if he was listening.

After a moment, he nodded gently:
"For now, let's just use a 10km by 10km one, and try to be as accurate as possible. Well, if there are contour lines or something, that would be best. Any questions?"

"No problem, I'll get it right away—" The officer from the Special Affairs Bureau made a gesture, and someone beside him saluted, turned around, and trotted away. He himself held Shen Le's hand and earnestly instructed:
"You can look at this map as you like. It's fine. But please don't take photos of it, and don't upload them anywhere. It's classified!"

Shen Le was embarrassed by this. High-precision maps are indeed not something that ordinary people can just look at. He hesitated for a moment and tapped the drawing tube:

"Do you have to put yourself on the map? Can the map be on top of you? - with a piece of paper between? No problem?"

He smiled and looked directly at the official:

“Well, you find a separate tent and a separate table—if you don’t have a table, a mat will do.

I will unfold the painting, put a piece of paper on it, and then I will come out, and your people will go in and put the map on the painting, is that all right?"

"Ah, there's really no need to go to so much trouble..."

The officials refused and refused again, and finally reached an agreement that the map should be laid out first and Shen Le would go in to place the painting.

He unfolded the painting flatly, turned around and walked out of the tent, took out the compass, aimed it at the fog in front of him, and watched the magnetic needle on the compass turn half a circle clockwise and then half a circle counterclockwise.

As he watched it turn, he muttered to himself, lowering his head and talking to it:
"What's going on ahead? Is it very chaotic? - The direction inside keeps changing? Can't find a stable path? Can we locate Lao Jin? We can locate him, but can't get in?"

"How's that? Is it okay?"

The Special Affairs Bureau operatives followed him closely, staring at him nervously.

Watching him go from standing to squatting, from squatting to sitting, and finally, stretching his limbs and lying on the grass:
"Alas, there is nothing we can do. Luo Pan said he can't do it - we can only see if Hua Tu can do it..."

how about you?
What about you?

You won't take any action?

You rely entirely on people to accomplish your tasks. No, you rely on the work of a few spirit weapons under you?
The action personnel were running around in circles, and it was difficult to urge them. Shen Le waited patiently for a long time, and suddenly turned his head. At the same time, thousands of strange lights were projected from the small tent next to him!

"Tell the others that it is my weapon spirit that is scanning the surroundings. Don't let them get surprised!"

Shen Le gave a hurried instruction, jumped up and rushed into the tent, dragging out the table and the scroll together.

Under the scroll, the map had indeed turned translucent, disintegrating into dust at the touch of a finger. On top of the scroll, a detailed and tiny map was slowly projected out, inch by inch...

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