The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 361 Buddha Head, I’m sorry for putting you through this. I’ll try my best to take you home!
A heavy and gloomy smell hit me in the face.

Shen Le was in a trance for a moment, as if he had entered a different world and was standing in a vast desert.

There was endless yellow sand, dust blowing in the wind, and the scorching sun shining on his skin, almost turning him from a fresh grape into a raisin.

Looking into the distance, the river is rushing, and the banks are dotted with continuous green. There are large groups of shirtless people crawling on the yellow sand like ants.

They pulled, or almost carried, huge stones one by one to the edge of the desert and built towering pyramids and magnificent temples.

Then, as time passed, those pyramids and temples were buried in the sand, waiting to be discovered again a thousand years later...

"Shen Le!!!"

A sharp howl rushed straight to his head. Shen Le shuddered, and when he came to his senses, he found a stone pillar standing tall in front of him:
Countless years of wind and sand have worn away its original appearance. The decorations on it are no longer visible, and only some vague patterns can be seen.

However, the spirituality within the stone statue was still sharp and surging, and the slightest touch could bring him back to the situation of that year.

"…You dragged it here from Egypt?"

Shen Le asked in a daze. Beside him, the werewolf girl raised her thumb high and pointed it directly in front of Shen Le:
"You are amazing! Many tourists and experts have come to see it here, but no one has recognized it at first sight!"

Shen Le forced a smile and looked around. He had never seen such a strong aura, nor had he seen so many shining objects:
Even in the underground warehouse of the Special Affairs Bureau, or in the boss's wife's warehouse, I have never seen it.

The underground warehouse of the Special Affairs Bureau is cluttered with things, and the overall quality is not high. There are many things with spiritual light, but very few are spiritual enough to become monsters.

The boss lady's warehouse has a lot of fine products, but the quantity is a bit small, otherwise, he wouldn't have searched so hard and only found a headless Buddha statue...

"You have placed magic tools here, right?"

He murmured. At a glance, each of the collections was shining with a bright or dim aura;
Above each collection, there are songs of various tunes.

Shen Le took a few steps closer and placed his hand on an iron sword. The iron sword struggled eagerly, came out of the sheath half an inch, and hit his palm directly.

Shen Le was startled, and was afraid that the sweat and grease on his hands would contaminate the iron sword, so he quickly moved away. However, a long Scottish bagpipe sounded in his heart:
"Woo..."

"This iron sword, could it be that the protagonist of Brave Heart, that guy, used it..."

Shen Le muttered subconsciously. Beside him, the werewolf girl smiled crisply:
"That's not the case. However, it was one of the weapons that killed him. It is stained with his blood..."

She seemed to have thought of something, frowned, and cursed in a low voice. Shen Le didn't understand for a moment, but after thinking about it, he roughly understood:
She seemed to be cursing "Don't bother with your life when you see a woman"...

He was speechless for a moment, and could only walk slowly forward, looking at the collections one by one. Each piece was entangled with a strong spirituality, and each seemed to have its own story -

As I watched, I couldn't help but turn my head:

"Do you have any special purpose for collecting these things?"

"Of course it has uses." The werewolf girl said with a serious expression.

She picked up the iron sword from the display case, stroked it from the hilt to the tip, and then from the tip to the hilt. The stroking movement made Shen Le, a cultural relic restorer, nervous.

As she touched the iron sword, it made a gentle sound, as if it was responding to her mood:

"They say we are pagans, they say we are devils, they say we are evil, dark creatures that deserve to go to hell. It, it, it, it..."

She pointed out the objects in the museum one by one:

"They are the same. They are also accused of being pagans, heretics, and demons. Therefore, they are willing to lend us their strength and fight with us..."

Shen Le's heart was in a knot. If that was the case, he might not be able to take the Buddha head with him...

Others still have to rely on it to fight!
He suddenly lost interest in browsing one item at a time and walked quickly through the collection.

After walking around one room and then another, I finally saw a dignified and compassionate Buddha head, quietly lying in the display case.

No one knows what kind of hardships the Buddha has gone through, but the gold foil and painted colors on the Buddha's head are almost completely gone. Fortunately, the facial features are still intact, and one can see a compassionate smile on the Buddha's lips.

He stretched out his hand and lightly stroked the face of the Buddha's head, calling out in his heart to the body of the Buddha which was far away in the hotel, protected by a small oil lamp.

is it you?
Is that you?
Do you remember your body and do you want to become one with it?

The Buddha's head glowed with invisible spiritual light, which rippled slightly under his hands. Shen Le entered the state of meditation skillfully, and the copper plate hummed softly, quietly unfolding the map in front of him.

The aura of the Buddha's body and the aura of the Buddha's head rushed up at the same time, forming two bright spots on the map, rising one after another and reflecting each other.

Soon, the two rings of ripples pushed outward in circles, and finally merged together. Shen Le raised a satisfied smile:

Very good, it’s right!

that's it!
It wants to go home! He turned his head and saw the werewolf girl staring at him nervously. Her breathing became lighter and her ears had become pointed and erect, with gray hair standing on end.

Shen Le took a deep breath, nodded to her, and bowed slightly:

"Can you find a place to talk?"

The werewolf girl was eager to hear this, and quickly took him around and came to the reception room to sit down. Shen Le took out his mobile phone, opened the album, and got straight to the point:
"To be honest, I came here just for the Buddha's head. I found its trunk and body in China, and I put in a lot of effort to repair it bit by bit—"

He scrolled through the album, showing photos of the Buddha statue from the front and back. When he first discovered it, the gold foil was scattered and the painting was mottled;

After the gold foil was removed and it was cleaned, although it no longer looked golden, it looked more plain and comfortable;
The damaged, cracked and powdered parts have been repaired, making them look smooth, hard and more complete;

Some applied gold foil, some painted it, some found the arm and reinstalled it, some applied gold foil to the arm…

"Now, the only thing missing is the Buddha's head, which is still wandering outside and has not been reunited with its body. I came here from afar just to make the Buddha statue complete again and take it home.

I don't want to find out how the Buddha head got here, but I'm willing to pay a high price. So, can you please transfer this Buddha head to me?"

The werewolf girl leaned forward and stared at the picture on her phone without blinking. After a long while, she swiped the picture away, frowned, and sighed:

"Mr. Shen, you did not discriminate against us werewolves, did not stand on the side of the Church to deal with us, and even healed my wounds - you are our friend.

Logically speaking, if a friend asks for it, I should give it to you even if I don’t want a penny…”

but……

Shen Le silently added for her in his heart. The beginning is so beautiful, there must be a but at the end. Sure enough, the werewolf girl said the next sentence:
"But this Buddha head is very important to us..."

"What is it for?"

Shen Le stared at her dark brown eyes, trying to keep his tone steady, slow down, and asked softly. The werewolf girl looked helpless:
“We are creatures of darkness… Although the Vatican scolded us for this, we are indeed troubled by darkness.

On full-moon nights, werewolves always go through a transformation process. This Buddha head can protect our sanity and soothe our pain.

Although our friends, the vampires, do not have to suffer such torture, they are also troubled by their thirst for blood. This Buddha head can also alleviate their troubles. "

She looked at Shen Le with sparkling eyes, almost with tears in her eyes:
"Friend from afar, can you understand our situation and help us? At least, don't take away our important treasures?"

This……

Shen Le was embarrassed.

If the werewolf girl came up and started yelling and fighting, he would definitely not be polite and would decisively grab the Buddha's head and leave;
But she spoke so softly and carefully...

Shen Le really couldn't turn his face. He couldn't say, this Buddha head belongs to China, I must take it away, as for your life or death, it has nothing to do with me, right?

He lowered his eyes and thought quickly. The werewolf girl looked at him nervously, watching him lower his head and ponder, watching him stand up and turn around, and then she stood up and followed him closely -

"Have it!"

Shen Le turned around suddenly and almost bumped into the werewolf girl. The girl jumped back in fright, and the long hair on her ears stood up a few more times. Her tail drooped down and then stood up high again:
"Mr. Shen?!"

"Besides this Buddha head, there should be something else that can comfort you, right? Can you show it to me?"

"..."

"There must be one! This Buddha statue was lost at the latest in the late Qing Dynasty. You couldn't have lived like this before that!!!"

The werewolf girl smiled shyly and turned to lead him out. Shen Le followed her and turned a few corners, and saw a bunch of strange objects:

A marble statue of a she-wolf with her mouth open and teeth bared, staring ahead vigilantly, with two baby boys sitting under her belly, sucking;

A crude stone statue, missing an ear and some accessories, it can only be seen as a standing wolf-headed man;

A wooden cabinet with the relief carving on it obviously damaged. One could just barely make out a dog's head with its upper and lower jaws opened as wide as possible, standing upright...?
Wolf head?

Well, it should be a wolf head, and the content of this relief should be the story of Fenrir.

Shen Le turned to the other side of the cabinet. One wolf was chasing the golden sun with its four paws in the air; the other wolf was chasing the half-missing moon in the clouds...

So, the way you werewolves maintain your sanity is to worship the wolf god?

That Buddha head is really wronged, staying with this bunch of wolves...

　The cat is going crazy... The cat's mouse cursor has been running around everywhere today...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)