The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 467 Shen Le: This wedding procession is too high! Stop! Stop! Stop making trouble!!!

This terracotta figure... this weasel... did this Wong Tai Sin fight against the Tartars during his lifetime?
Whether they were the Manchu Tartars, the Mongolian Tartars, or the Jurchen Tartars, in short, they were definitely invaders.

Giving up one's life to fight against the invaders, there is no doubt that he is a martyr and should be given the highest treatment. Even if it is just a monster...

What happened to the monster?
We are all on the same front, that is, our own people, those who invaded us, those who killed our compatriots, those who insulted our sisters...

They are the ones who are “not of my race, and their hearts must be different”!
——Then, the spirits attached to the other figurines in this team of wedding figurines, were they once warriors or martyrs?
Shen Le tried to ask, listening attentively. He listened so much that his ears were almost stuffed into the clay figurine, but he couldn't hear a single word.
The skirt fluttered around the clay figurine for several circles, but nothing came out. She had no choice but to report to Shen Le with a guilty conscience:

[Its spirituality is very weak... probably because it was just repaired... wait a little longer, or repair a few more clay figurines, maybe it can speak a few more words? ]

This is normal. All the little guys that Shen Le had repaired looked like they were dying before they were repaired.

The better ones, like small oil lamps, can still speak a few words intermittently;

The worse ones, like Yun Kun and Hong Jiayi, not only can't speak, but the scenes they create are also very similar to haunted scenes...

Much more exciting than these figurines!

The Terracotta Warriors only let him experience being suddenly transported to the southwest region. They were very gentle and friendly...

So Shen Le went to do the restoration work with great enthusiasm.

He took a deep breath, spread his arms and legs, and lay down on the ground.

Well, not lying down, but studying this yellow-skinned clay sculpture to see if it is possible to add a tail to it.

He looked left, right, front and back, and rolled around on the ground to look. After finishing a round, he sat cross-legged on the ground to draw a sketch, then set up the scanner to scan out an outline.

Then, I compared the sketch with the outline on the computer, scribbled and added and revised:

"It seems there is no room for a second tail..."

Shen Le was in a dilemma. He drew five plans in a row, rejected five plans, and finally threw the draft paper aside:
"Who is that..."

Each of these skirts seemed to have its own independent consciousness. They did not introduce themselves to him, and he did not know how to address them:

"Take it and ask if we can come back and talk about making a new tail or something. Once I have fixed all the clay sculptures, even the original shape, I will consider making a second tail for it?"

A silk dress floated over. Great, it was not the person who had delivered the message on behalf of the yellow-skinned clay sculpture before, but someone else.

Shen Le had no idea how they arranged their respective responsibilities, how they communicated internally, and whether there was a unified consciousness directing them.

Her wide sleeves fluttered gently, and five sketches flew up one after another, floating silently around her, following her to the yellow-skinned man.

She tilted her head slightly, as if listening. After a while, she returned to Shen Le and bowed:

[It is very tired and cannot communicate... Can you do something else first? When it recovers and has enough strength, we can ask it again? ]

That was the only way. I couldn't break the clay sculpture and then ask questions. Shen Le rolled up his sleeves and started working hard:
Touch up paint!

Touch up paint!

Be careful and meticulous. While repairing the paint, guide the power in the clay figurine to slowly penetrate the surface of the paint and penetrate the whole.
Then, after Luo Qun and the others followed behind and finished applying the paint, they went back to let the paint dry and solidify on the surface so that it would blend into the entire clay sculpture.

Repairing little by little, moving forward little by little, all the clay sculptures were repaired, looking back -

Shen Le let out a long sigh.

He actually thought that this wedding procession was made up entirely of humans.

Really, even though he saw the cat-holding maid with a cat showing her cat head behind the young lady's sedan chair, he still felt that at least half of the wedding procession were humans.

Now it seems that there is not more than half, at most a small half are human, and the other half are all mountain elves and water monsters:
The bearers who were carrying the Qiangong bed had heavy and solid horns, and were huge in size, curving upward in an arc with ring-like patterns on them. They also had nose rings on their noses.

They are obviously all bull monsters, but some are yellow cattle and some are water buffaloes. Could this group of sedan bearers be the young lady's dowry? After putting down the sedan, they went to work in the fields?
Look at the two bearers carrying the bucket for descendants. They have fat heads and big ears, are black and fat, and their ears are flickering. At first glance, they are two pig monsters.

Shen Le turned his head silently, unable to complain:
What I am saying is that, although the offspring bucket is essentially a toilet, the wish that humans place on it is still to have many children and good fortune.

You let two pig monsters carry it. Do you hope that the married girl in your family will be like a sow, giving birth to eight babies?

As for sheep monsters, deer monsters, fox monsters, rat monsters, and even shrimp monsters and crab monsters, they are numerous and countless.

Among the trumpeters and drummers, two roosters stood out, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, their combs to their long tails waving in the wind, casting a cloud of light.

There is no need to carry a suona or a trumpet. Just relying on the instinct of the rooster, it can crow through the darkness of the night and usher in a bright sunny day!
Shen Le watched from beginning to end, and then from end to beginning, and found that two-thirds of the entire team of servants carrying the dowry and the bride's family were mountain elves and water monsters.

There is also a third that looks like a human at first glance, but turns out to be a ghost upon closer inspection:
There was a beheaded ghost with his head tilted on his chest, with only a layer of skin connecting him;

There is a ghost with a broken belly, with intestines spilling out and intestines tangled around his waist;
There are burnt ghosts whose bodies are black and carbonized, and whose fingers are contracted like chicken claws;
There are hanged ghosts with long white cloths around their necks and their tongues sticking out;

There are drowned ghosts with swollen bodies;

There are hungry ghosts with pale faces, skinny bodies, and bloated bellies...

Although they are all ghosts, their clothes are neat and tidy, their faces are smiling, and they don't have the slightest intention of causing harm.

Well, it is actually quite difficult to gather such a large number of ghosts to send to the young lady for marriage. I don't know what the background of the young lady's family is, how they can control this group of ghosts and monsters;
I don’t know what the conditions are like for the man’s family. How could they tolerate letting these monsters in?

Among the entire team, only the group that rode horses to send the bride looked the most normal. They were all in human form from before to after the repair.

However, even if it is in human form, it does not mean that it has not changed.

In fact, before the restoration, the group looked quite normal, the type who could have followed the sedan chair directly into the man’s house and sat in the seats for a drink;

After the repairs were completed, the wedding procession revealed its true form...

"Hey! Which temple are you from?"

Shen Le had a headache. The statue had a majestic and powerful figure, with a helmet and armor on his head, and his face was pink, indigo, bright red, and golden, with bulging muscles on his body.

The style of the statues is very obviously divine, and has a sense of integration of the three religions. The muscles and body movements are in the style of the Four Heavenly Kings;

The clothing, facial features and hairstyles of the characters are completely local in style, somewhere between Taoism and real military generals.

Looking closely, even the legs, necks, and torsos of the horses they rode on had layers of scales. Shen Le highly suspected that they were dragon scales...

“So I have to repair it again, right?”

Shen Le sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and continued to work, carefully repairing the clay sculptures one by one from beginning to end.

The first dressing box and the seal were carried by two tiger monsters, a male tiger in front and a female tiger behind.

Well, the case has been solved. The seal must really be something valuable, which is why we need to dispatch a pair of tiger monsters to carry it.

Judging from the bulging muscles in the arms of the two tiger monsters, their trembling legs, and the way they gritted their teeth, the seal must be very heavy, or it has a special inhibitory effect on monsters.

It's just a pair of tigers. If it were a monster with other weaknesses, wouldn't it be able to withstand this thing?
What is this seal used for?
Is it the dowry given by the bride’s mother’s family?
Or was it the bride's own ordination?
Can you use this seal to command the monsters, control so many mountain spirits and water monsters, and so many ghosts with different dead looks?

If this is true, the weight of this dowry is quite heavy...

Shen Le reached out to the dressing table, wanting to pick up the seal and take a look. However, the shoulder pole and the seal box in the middle of the pole were all clay sculptures, completely buckled together.

Shen Le touched it with his fingertips, and it was smooth and cold. Although it was transparent, he could not find the entrance, nor could he lift up the seal box. Forget it, after the whole team is repaired, I guess I can satisfy my curiosity, right?

He turned his attention back to the clay sculptures. The two tigers carrying the dressing box were not kept in a special enclosure just for appearance, but were actually experienced in battle:

The fur of the two tigers was mottled, with patches missing here and there. The male tiger had half of its claw broken, and Shen Le was needed to fix it.
There was a huge scar on the tigress's face, so deep that the bone was visible, and Shen Le needed to repair it.

Shen Le worked diligently, circling around the clay sculptures, trying to repair them. Seeing that both tigers had been repaired and restored to their majestic appearance, he suddenly heard a roar in his ears:
"Ow—"

The roar was powerful and high-pitched, rolling around the studio and rattling the windows. Shen Le was caught off guard, his hand trembled, and the wooden box in his left hand fell to the ground and scattered all over the floor.

He cried out in pain:
"My gold leaf—"

That's all gold foil!

Gold foil!
The master craftsmen in Jinling hammer out the gold foil using the ancient method!

What price has gold reached now?
Although the cost of this ancient gold foil cannot catch up with the price of gold itself, it is still an outrageous figure!

The gold foil was extremely soft. When it fell to the ground, the black gold paper that separated the gold foil would float up, and the gold foil would fly all over the place!

That male tiger, that female tiger, you have to compensate me with gold foil!!!

Before he finished shouting, the seal on the dressing box held by the two tigers suddenly glowed. The light flashed only slightly, and the male tiger in front immediately bent down and fell to the ground on all fours;
The tigress behind was even more unbearable and simply revealed her true form. The clay clothes were stretched, cracked and shattered all over the ground.

The seal's brilliance had not yet ceased, but grew larger and larger, sweeping across the entire studio. All the clay figurines trembled and began to deform to varying degrees:
"Stop! You stop too!!!" Shen Le was in a terrible state. He rushed forward, opened the cover of the seal - this time it opened smoothly - reached in, and grabbed the seal.

It was a small seal, only as big as his palm, and the seal button on it was just a turtle shape, not a high-level one like a dragon button or a tiger button.

Shen Le held it in his hand, but it felt heavy and he couldn't lift it all of a sudden, as if he was holding a weight of several hundred kilograms;

Not only was it heavy, but it was also getting hot. It kept getting hot, burning his palms. Shen Le felt like he could smell the stench of burnt skin.

Even if it wasn't burnt, it would at least have blisters, right?

What on earth are you?
Why are you so strong?
No matter how strong you are, you have to stop! These clay figurines are mine now. Only I can command them. You are not allowed to cause trouble among them.

I worked so hard to fix it, but because of you, it’s broken again and you want me to fix it again!
Shen Le gritted his teeth and held the copper seal. In his dantian, the golden round bead spontaneously rotated rapidly, emitting a hot stream that flowed into his palm:
Soothe the pain in the palm, soothe the heat in the palm. After turning a circle, it flows out along the palm and flows onto the copper seal:
The copper seal was struggling even more. Not only was it hot and glowing, it was also struggling, rushing left and right. Shen Le tightly grasped the copper seal, mobilizing the heat flow to invade the copper seal:

Cover me!

Infect me!

Give me - stop!

You are mine!

You must be completely mine!

Either obey me or get out. There is no third choice for me!

He stubbornly held the copper seal tightly. Rays of light shot out from between his fingers, illuminating the entire studio and making the clay figurines tremble.
Seeing that the two sides were at a stalemate, suddenly, a bell rang out leisurely:

"when--"

The rich, soft, bronze light slowly spread out and covered the clay figurines. As the light spread, the clay figurines' vibrations immediately stopped, as if they had been soothed.

The bronze seal seemed to be enraged and struggled even harder, hitting Shen Le's palm so hard that it hurt and he almost let go several times.

Shen Le simply used his left hand as well, holding the bronze seal tightly, just about to raise it to his mouth to bite it hard, or press it to the ground and kick it.

During the wrestling match, the copper sheet was suddenly startled and vibrated slightly:
"Om-"

A subtle, barely perceptible vibration swept through the studio. This vibration was extremely slight, but the copper seal seemed to have met its nemesis, and immediately became obedient, no longer glowing, no longer heating, and no longer becoming heavier;
The heat from Shen Le's palm rushed in, reaching every corner of it, leaving a mark on every detail of it.

The bronze seal remained quiet, without any resistance, completely ignoring what Shen Le did.

Shen Le directed the heat flow, rushing back and forth several times, and finally made sure that he had mastered it. He turned it over and spread it in front of him:

"..."

There was a deep crack on the surface of the seal, running from the upper left corner to the lower right corner, almost cutting off one third of the entire copper seal.

Fortunately, it didn't really fall off. If it had, it would have been very difficult for him to fix it!
The imperial seal was only missing a corner, which was patched with gold. If this bronze seal was missing a third, he wouldn't know what to use to patch it!

The crack went deep into the copper seal. The square seal base was about two centimeters thick, so the crack was at least one centimeter deep...

As for what are the words on the seal?

"What, what..."

Shen Le turned the seal horizontally, vertically, and rotated it four times in a row, and then rotated it four times counterclockwise. He then turned his palm over to look at the mark left by the seal on his palm...

It's over, I don't understand.

The characters used on this seal are not ordinary seal characters, but have a bit of the flavor of bird seal characters and insect scripts.

Shen Le was just average in the art of bronze and stone carving. When he was tested on the inscriptions on bronze ware in the class, he made at least five mistakes out of ten.

This bird seal is more difficult, more complicated, and less mainstream than the bronze inscription. Not to mention, this seal is in reverse engraving and in intaglio, and I can't recognize a single word...

He walked around the studio. Turning back, he saw that the ladies in skirts were considerate and had already laid out the paper and opened the ink box for him.

Shen Le bowed to them gratefully, brought the seal over, dipped it in ink, and stamped it:
???

Can’t cover it?

What's going on with this seal? It can't get stained with ink and I can't stamp the seal?
Don’t tell me that this is really a seal used by a god, and that the ink from the human world can’t do it?
Shen Le tried modern artificial photosensitive printing oil, modern quick-drying ink, ancient cinnabar ink box, and various ancient eight-treasure ink recipes.

The ladies in skirts served attentively and placed a row of printing boxes on the table. Shen Le tried several versions but failed to print any words.

He even made up his mind to spread rice paper on the seal and then use a pencil to scratch it little by little, leaving the words in a physical way.

After a lot of trouble, I finally got the words out. I just peeled off the rice paper and turned the words over to see...

With a whoosh, the whole piece of rice paper caught fire. Shen Le pulled his hand back and quickly summoned a water ball to put out the flames. The rice paper had already burned out and turned into a piece of black ash falling to the ground.

Shen Le: “…”

Okay, okay, you just don’t want to show it to me, right?
You're just not behaving well, right?
I don’t believe it!!!
He took out his cell phone and snapped a photo of the stamp, then took another photo of the stamp in reverse. After taking the photos, he set up a scanner and scanned it carefully.

Import to computer, take screenshots, flip layers...

Bad news, still don't understand.

Good news, being able to take a picture means that it can be transmitted and asked to others!

Shen Le decisively sent the picture to his junior brothers and sisters next door, asking them to find ways to look up information, check, and translate the seal text - if it doesn't work, they can ask the teacher.

He looked left and right, then raised the seal and stuffed it into the shrine, placing it between the two middle hands in front of the Thousand-armed Guanyin:

"Please, please! Keep an eye on it! You have to keep an eye on it! I'm working here, don't let it come out and cause trouble again!"

The clay sculpture of the tigress has already cracked so much. If the seal breaks it again and all the clay figurines are cracked, he will not be able to survive even if he has to repair them all over again!

Thousand-armed Guanyin lowered her eyebrows and smiled, as if she saw nothing and heard nothing. However, when the seal fell into Guanyin's hands, she actually calmed down and stopped tossing and turning.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue repairing it when his phone vibrated repeatedly and conversations popped up one after another on the WeChat interface:

"Brother, what happened just now?"

"Is it an earthquake?"

"We were almost scared to death! All of a sudden, I don't know what happened, my heart started beating wildly! The test tube in my hand fell to the ground!"

"The lights in the lab flickered several times just now! The voltage is unstable!"

I don’t know if it was the roar of a tiger or the power of the seal, but in any case, the power was indeed a bit scary and could affect people from a distance.

Shen Le tried to comfort them one by one, saying, "It's okay, everything is fine here, it's probably just your illusion." Just as he finished fooling them, there was a loud bang on the studio window:
He looked up and saw dead leaves hitting the window glass, shaking the window frame. Fortunately, Ah Lu had some sense and didn't force him to repair the glass.

Even so, Shen Le picked up the dead leaves and touched them with his fingertips, and immediately felt A-Lu's anger:

[What are you doing! What are you doing! Why are you so powerful all of a sudden? I can’t stay in this house anymore! Next time, let me know beforehand before you do anything! Otherwise, I’m moving out! I’m really moving out!]

Shen Le: “…”

A tiger roars in the mountains, and there is something stronger than the tiger monster showing its power. It is indeed terrifying.

He went to the third entrance of the east road of the mansion and watered, fertilized, loosened the soil, and placed jade stones around the roots of the Alv tree. After a while of soothing, he finally calmed down this house-guarding camphor tree.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his phone began to vibrate again. The lady boss, Gu Yulin, and the young monk Nengqian who had recently moved into the nearby Yuantong Zen Temple and was suspected to be here to watch over him, all sent greetings:
Mr. Shen, how are you doing here?

What happened?
Do you want help?
Shen Le replied to the message all the way back to the studio. After a round, he looked around to see if the clay figurines had done anything strange, and then he sighed:

"Alas, the work is getting harder and harder. If it continues like this, I really need to find a studio somewhere far away... Otherwise, it will be too troublesome to dismantle the items after they are repaired..."

But, the reason I originally chose this mansion was so that I don’t have to commute to get off work!
You don’t even have to leave the house to work, you can just work at home, how wonderful!

I don't want to commute!
Let’s put aside the issues of finding a place and commuting for now, we still have to do the things that are already done.

Shen Le spread a large piece of white paper on the ground, picked up the broken pieces of clay from the tigress clay figurine one by one, and pieced them together carefully. Then, he sat on the ground and looked up at the clay figurine in a daze:

This clay figurine has changed shape!

Standing on their hind legs, wearing human clothes with only the tiger head and tail showing, a pair of human-shaped tiger demons carrying the dowry with their hands raised up have turned into two tigers on all fours!
So how do I fix it?
How can I repair it to restore it to its original state?

Should I just glue all the mud back on?
If they are glued back together, how will the two tigers carry the dressing table? Will they return to their original shape?
(End of this chapter)