The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 440 Lord Long, do you think too highly of me?
What is this place?
Water Palace?

Dragon Palace?

Shen Le looked up, and tried to look up. The place in front of him was different from the one in the TV series "Journey to the West", and different from all the TV series he had watched and all the games he had played:

There are no golden walls, no jade pillars, no corals stretched out to form thrones, and no huge clam shells containing pearls to illuminate the entire cave.

There is only a clear wall of water, which looks green from a distance and colorless and transparent up close. It stands tall and connects to form a dome.

Shen Le floated out of the wooden boat, reached out to touch the water wall, and his palm easily sank into the wall.

He stretched his hand forward again, and a naughty golden-red little fish suddenly jumped out and pecked his fingertips.

"Huh? Are you?"

Shen Le curiously opened his five fingers and reached inward, wanting to take it into his palm and observe it carefully.

The little fish twisted its body and jumped out from between his fingers. It swung its tail twice or three times and hid behind a big black carp that was more than half a person's length, and blew a string of bubbles at him.

"Are you... a fake fish?"

Shen Le couldn't help laughing. He wanted to take another step forward, but a strong suction force came from behind, sucking him back to the boat.

Looking down, my palms and finger joints were dry and clean, without a single drop of water. When my palms were inserted into the water wall, the vertical water surface was crystal clear, without a single drop of water splashing onto the ground.

"This is really..."

Shen Le sighed sincerely. With human technology, it is necessary to rotate at high speed to form a vortex in order to make the water wall stand upright;

If you put your fingers or palms into this vertical water wall, you will definitely feel a huge lateral thrust. Moreover, once the vortex is disturbed, the water will definitely flow along your arms, either flowing or splashing.

Now, when he put his fingers and palms in, he touched a pool of still water, gentle and peaceful. When he pulled his palms out, no water drops would come out, just like pulling out the shadow of the moon in a cup of water.

The ability to control the flow of water is like a dream, both amazing and terrifying.

Shen Le tried to look back, and looked at the water wall. However, the water wall was getting higher and higher, and farther and farther away. He was dragged by the wooden boat, sinking rapidly, and was caught in a whirlpool:
The boat kept sinking, and the pressure around it kept increasing. The whole boat was creaking and groaning, trying its best to deal with the pressure:

Outside the ship, two rows of white paper lanterns were blazing, and the green phosphorescence almost formed a line, surrounding the entire ship;
On both sides of the ship, with the flags of the gods as the center, five-colored light rose up and intertwined into a thin cage of light.

Inside the light cage, all the brocade puppets raised their hands high, their eyes, mouths and noses emitted flames, and merged into the light cage;

All the paper puppets, paper runners holding water and fire sticks, banging them on the ground, paper soldiers holding paper knives and paper guns, pointing them straight to the sky.

The paper maid, the paper singer, the paper cow, and the paper sheep, all the paper figures on their bodies were trembling and emitting black air.

The black air was thrown into the light cage, just like adding fuel to the flames, making them burn even more fiercely. However, there were bursts of wailing inside the black air, and tears of blood continuously flowed from the eyes of the paper figures and animals...

This will kill you...

They will all die...

Shen Le tried his best to resist the increasing pressure. At first, he could still lean on the railing to look far away, but soon he had to hold on to the side of the boat with both hands to barely stand.
After a while, he sat down on the deck with a plop.

Looking around, the paper and silk dolls around him all had dark red liquid flowing from their eyes. It looked like blood, or like condensed black air.

Even on the sails, masts, and decks of the wooden boat, black blood kept flowing out:
This is not the river water, nor the endless blood of heroes that has flowed for hundreds of years, but the wronged blood of the people, the sorrow, resentment and despair of the people...

"what?"

A slight cry of surprise broke the tremendous pressure coming from all directions, which almost broke the wooden boat into pieces. It was like the bright moon shining into the water, the whole boat was lit up, and Shen Le felt lighter all over.

Turning around again, I saw that the brocade dolls, paper figures and paper horses around me had all collapsed to the ground.

Black gas emerged from the puppet and the hull, and condensed into countless incomplete human shapes. They knelt down and kowtowed countless times towards the moon-like light.

"Ugh……"

With a long sigh, Shen Le stood on the deck. He could not see anyone or the sky. He could only see a pair of hands reaching out to the wooden boat:
Those hands are slender, smooth, with distinct joints, and as bright as jade. Even the most beautiful star in the world, the most perfect hand model, cannot match such a pair of hands:

The skin is as delicate as cream, and the lines of the fingers and palms are full of strength, making people feel that these hands have enough sensitivity and strength whether they are playing the piano, typing on the keyboard, or holding a sword and waving it.

A layer of faint light spread from the fingertips to the palms. Looking closely, it was clearly coming from the muscles and bones, getting closer and closer, holding the wooden boat in the hands.

Even though a single finger was taller than Shen Le, Shen Le did not feel any fear, as if he knew for sure that these hands, and the owner of these hands, would never hurt him in the slightest...

"Oh, how pitiful..."

The hands held the wooden boat in their palms, raising it higher and higher, as if they wanted to bring it to their eyes for a closer look.

The light from the palm flowed onto the wooden boat. The black air on the paper people and paper horses whimpered and rushed into the light in groups. They were burned and twisted and deformed, and exploded continuously.

The owner of those hands sighed again, put the wooden boat down, crossed his fingers, and made a few hand gestures. A hazy light enveloped the wooden boat, protecting it as it slowly sank into the dark deep water...

The black air on the paper people and paper horses also rippled in the green waves, flowing outward with the water.

The flow is extremely slow, and each time the water goes through a circle, it can only carry away a very small amount.

However, those wailings, those despairs, and those burning pains have been soothed by the cool blue water, as if they had sunk into a deep dream and would never wake up again.

"So, is that so..."

Shen Le stood in front of the wooden boat, silent for a long time. At the end of the memory, there was a pair of blue-gold vertical pupils, a pair of eyes that occupied the entire field of vision, staring at the wooden boat;

It was as if looking up from the deep bottom of the water, or as if looking down from a high place, overlooking the suffering creatures gathered in the wooden boat with pity and sorrow.

Maybe we can’t save them, or transcend them, but at least we can make these suffering beings feel better, and let their pain slowly dissipate over time, so that they can finally be liberated…

"I feel like this wooden boat has been cleansed for the most part by the time it came into my hands..."

Shen Le stared at the wooden boat in front of him for a long time, then smiled bitterly. After this immersive memory, when he looked at the wooden boat again, he could see a lot of different information:

In the hull of the wooden boat, a strange force was like a vine, winding and circling, connecting with each other.

Unlike when he just started repairing, Shen Le now stared at these power pathways and could already see their functions:

This part is to keep the wooden boat from rotting and being corroded in the long-term immersion, and to maintain the shape of the wooden boat.
This part is to provide the wooden boat with enough strength so that it can withstand the weight of the water palace;

This part is to accommodate the plague gods and ghosts in the wooden boat, to calm them, to let them sleep, to channel and resolve their pain;

This part should allow the wooden boat to change shape. It can be transformed into a 30-meter-long large ship or a 30-centimeter-long toy boat according to the owner's command.
This part... Shen Le couldn't be sure, but it had many similarities with the teleportation talisman given by the copper piece.

The initial suspicion is that the wooden boat was teleported to a certain location, or at least, along a specific road, heading towards a specific location?
Considering that this "specific location" might be the Dragon King's Water Palace or something, Shen Le did not intend to start the boat directly. However, he was still quite curious about the talisman that could shrink and enlarge the boat:

Can it be parsed?

Can it be reproduced somewhere else?
If he could analyze and replicate it, he could get a suitcase or a wallet in the future, put all the little ones in it, and take them everywhere.

No longer need to worry about the little ones running out, worrying that they are lonely at home, or destroying the house, and no longer need to face their complaints:
【Why don’t you take me! 】

[Last time I brought Zheng Mo, the time before that I brought Lan Zhuang, and the time before that I brought Hong Jiayi - now it's my turn! ]

[Shen Le, you are biased! ]

Shen Le thought about it, concentrated his mind and activated the part of the talisman that represented the change in volume, inputting power into it.

The power required should not be much. In fact, most of the spirits absorbed by this ship, after sleeping and purification, their power is condensed in the hull and transformed into energy for the hull's movement.

All Shen Le has to do is to stimulate this power, or "press the switch"...

"what!"

The ship's hull lit up and then darkened. A dark wind blew, and huge screams and cries rose from the ground, almost tearing the roof of the factory building apart.

Shen Le's face turned pale, and he quickly retracted his strength, calling out the flying spell, and summoned a wind wall to hover outside the boat, trying to block the black wind back;

Before he could call, the small oil lamp suddenly lit up, and several lightning bolts struck around the hull, drawing an edge around the wooden boat!

The wooden boat vibrated several times and then slowly quieted down. Shen Le slowly approached the wooden boat and was about to investigate when he suddenly turned his head and sneezed several times, tears streaming down his face.

【Shen Le, what's wrong with you? 】

[Shen Le, you have a cold! ]

[Shen Le, did that wooden boat attack you?!]

The small oil lamp was particularly attentive. It sent up a thin electric net that covered Shen Le from his head to his feet, passing over his entire body.

A blue-black smoke was stirred up by the electric grid, which continued to explode and burn, and quietly dissipated in the air.

Shen Le finally felt that his body was a little warmer, so he quickly sat down, practiced Qigong several times, and then jumped up and performed two sets of Five Animal Play:

"Phew...alright...this wooden boat is really, really..."

He was extremely alert, exerting his full strength, and slowly approached. He placed his hands on the wooden board at the bow, his face solemn:

In addition to the spirituality of the ship itself, there is also too much pain and epidemic condensed on this ship.

Although it has been sleeping in the water palace for hundreds of years and has been purified almost completely, the remaining epidemic gas still cannot be released.

In fact, before it is completely purified, the extraordinary power of this wooden ship cannot be used at all.

"So, in order to fully repair this ship and turn it back into a usable magical weapon, we have to purify it completely?"

But that was a wooden boat thrown into the water, sleeping for hundreds of years, and being washed away for hundreds of years, but it still hadn't been completed!

Now you're leaving it to me to do, Lord Long Jun, are you thinking too highly of me? !

Shen Le walked around the wooden boat. The wooden boat was quiet and did not show any intention of becoming bigger or smaller, or turning into a rainbow and flying away.

He took out the copper piece and took another look at it. The copper piece was also quiet. It neither changed its shape nor emitted any heat. Of course, it did not teach him any talismans.

Obviously, the copper sheet thought that his repair work was not completed, and the copper sheet could not draw any strength from it, and there was no way to give him feedback...

It seems that we still need to repair the boat.

"So, how do we purify this ship? I'm not good at this!"

Shen Le was really not good at this. He was neither a monk nor a Taoist priest, so chanting sutras and mantras at the wooden boat was probably useless.

As for touching a red-covered book and reading aloud to the wooden boat in order to save them, Shen Le felt that his faith was much worse than that of the martyrs and it would be impossible for him to achieve such an effect.

If he had such a firm belief, he would have joined the party at school!

Therefore, Shen Le had only two options to purify the resentment and plague in the ship:
Or, let this wooden boat return to its original function and complete the last step of the grand ceremony. Let Shen Le take action, that is, the infinite fireball will attack and burn the wooden boat.

The problem is, he worked so hard on it for so long, even went abroad for it, and in the end, it was burned down completely?

No!

He is not willing!

If you are unwilling, you can only go to Plan B. Shen Le called Xiao Youdeng:

"Qingdeng, why don't you try and see if you can purify the resentment of this boat without harming its spirit?"

[This is not okay...]

The little oil lamp hesitated. It flashed down with a bolt of lightning, and it was going to damage the ship, no problem;

To destroy this ship, it may not take one attack, but several attacks may be needed;
But how do we preserve its spirituality while purifying its resentment?

[I'm not good at this! ]

"Try it, try it, be gentle." Shen Le encouraged it:

"Try it once or twice. If it doesn't work, we can think of another way?"

The little oil lamp grumbled and struggled for a long time, and finally produced a thin flash of lightning.

As soon as he landed on the wooden boat, a terrible scream came from the hull, and a white paper lantern on the side of the boat suddenly caught fire.

Shen Le quickly jumped onto the wooden boat, took off the lantern and threw it into the water.

The phosphorescent light in the water burned for a long time before slowly going out, leaving only half of the paper lantern.

Shen Le sighed sadly, picked up the lantern, remade the bamboo frame, and pasted paper on it again, while making a plan in his mind:
It seems that we have to seek external help for this matter.

Who to look for?
(End of this chapter)