The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 493: Since it’s difficult for my own gods to take action, let dad take action!

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau and Priest Yoshida were obviously doing something behind his back.

Shen Le knew it without turning around. Even if he didn't know, the little oil lamp that was happily washing the floor kept whispering in his ear:

[That priest is sending a message to someone else...]

[He is talking about you...]

He is asking for guidance...

[When the little devil said he was asking for guidance, did he mean to find a bigger boss to fight you? 】

Shen Le shrugged calmly. Xiao Youdeng didn't know Japanese, which was similar to him. Basically, he could only guess the meaning based on the random Chinese characters.
However, he is not too afraid of the so-called "bigger boss". What kind of boss?

What kind of big guy can Jiaobenji invite to beat him?
Amaterasu?

Su Jian Ming Zun?

See you on a moonlit night?

Or the Yamata-no-Orochi?
Or, summon Hades to devour him?

Let’s not talk about whether they have the guts to do something to a citizen of Dongda University who is visiting through normal channels and accompanied by a member of the Special Affairs Bureau. Even if they do…

He is no longer the Shen Le from a month ago. He is a brand new Shen Le who can fight and run and has full mobility!
If it really comes to the last resort, just give him a little time and he will be teleported back home!

He walked leisurely and casually into the warehouse. In this warehouse, it can be seen that most of the objects are worshipped by local residents:
What about dusty carp streamers, dusty sunny dolls, dusty Hina dolls, dusty lucky cats...

They are all items with Japanese characteristics. Most of them are dull and tattered. The visual effect of the entire warehouse is a bit like the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts.

I mean the "hiding room", where students hide all kinds of junk, including the Ravenclaw diadem. The things inside are, indeed, mostly junk.

However, there are a few that have gathered strength from nowhere:
Shen Le stopped in front of a worn-out sunny doll. The doll was hung at the end of a shelf, swaying slightly, and had turned yellow. Even the hemp rope that hung it was half rotten.

But if you get within three steps, you can hear the sunny doll singing in a thin voice:

"Sunny doll, sunny doll, I beg you to let the sky clear tomorrow, just like the time I dreamed of the sky. If it clears up, I'll give you a golden bell.

Sunny doll, sunny doll, I beg you to have a sunny day tomorrow. If you do as I wish, I will give you enough sweet wine to drink.

Sunny doll, sunny doll, I beg you to be sunny tomorrow. If the rain still cries, I will chop off your head. Chop off~~~Chop off~~~"

Shen Le could clearly feel the malice lingering around the doll even though he was standing three steps away, as if it were tiny needles piercing his skin.

The small oil lamp activated the electric ring in time, and with a crackling sound, it eliminated the evil spirit outside:
[Shen Le! Do you want to kill it? ]

"Forget it, let it go." Shen Le shrugged, took a step forward and continued walking forward.

Whoever sows the seeds will reap the fruits. If we take care of this sunny doll, maybe it will seek revenge on the guy who cut off its head.

Further ahead, on the shelf on the left, there is a whole set of exquisite Hina dolls filling up seven shelves from top to bottom.

The top layer is a man and a woman, the man is dressed in a hat and belt, and the woman is wearing an intricate and exquisite twelve-piece garment;

Further down, palace maids, musicians, attendants, and guards were arranged in order, layer by layer.

In addition to the dolls, the shelves are also filled with screens, hexagonal paper lanterns, carriages, sedan chairs, mirror tables and other decorative objects. Each one is detailed and exquisite to the extreme.

However, what attracted Shen Le was the huge amount of negative energy, death and resentment that was entangled with these puppets.

The puppets' expressions were either crying or laughing, some opened their mouths wide, revealing their sharp teeth, and some lowered their heads, turned around, and raised their hands to wipe their tears.

The most terrifying thing is that the two puppets at the top have dignified expressions, but you can see two lines of blood and tears flowing down their faces, leaving deep marks on their faces...

"These puppets are about to become monsters!"

Behind Shen Le, Priest Yoshida said in a lost voice:

"Why are they still here? Why is no one disposing of them? These dolls should be sent to a temple for salvation!"

Shen Le stopped and looked back, unable to help but look at him again. Send him to the temple?

Sir, do you know what you are talking about?

This is a shrine! Shrines don't perform rites for the dead. Are you pushing that work onto temples?
"Do you want me to help you get over it?"

He smiled and asked enthusiastically. Priest Yoshida shook his head vigorously:
"No need! No need! We have our own special agents! No need to bother!"

"It's okay. I'll just help a little. It'll be quick." Shen Le raised his finger with a smile. A wisp of electricity gently wrapped around his fingertips:
“Just take a picture like this—”

“No need, no need!” Priest Yoshida stretched out his hands and pushed him forward:

"We can handle it ourselves! Leave it to us!"

Just kidding, although the Hina dolls are not valuable things, the two dolls on the top with tears and blood flowing are the human forms of the Emperor and the Empress, enjoying the sincere worship of thousands of citizens.

What if you casually hacked them like that and accidentally damaged their luck a little bit?
Shen Le smiled, did not argue, took his hand back and continued to walk forward. The copper seal in his hand was slightly hot, and it was beating impatiently, as if it was pointing the way:
here!

here!

It's just ahead!
It’s almost there!
Shen Le basically didn't have to bother looking for directions. He just turned left, went around right, and followed the direction of the copper seal. After going around three shelves, he suddenly bent down and started digging in a pile of garbage:

"Mr. Shen! Mr. Shen, what do you want? Let me find it for you?"

Priest Yoshida hurried over. Shen Le ignored him and threw out the sundries one by one. Finally, he picked up a one-foot-high, dusty pen holder.

As soon as he got the thing, the copper seal immediately jumped rapidly in his hand, looking extremely happy. If Shen Le hadn't held it tightly, it would probably jump directly into the pen holder -

Shen Le had a feeling that it might even bring him into the pen holder and perform a magic trick on the spot. What I mean is, I don't mind performing it, but don't do it when there are outsiders around!

"Don't make trouble!"

Shen Le yelled in his heart, and the heat flowed into the copper seal, suppressing its movement, and he casually put it in his pocket.

Then, holding the bottom of the pen holder with his left hand and the mouth of the pen holder with his right hand, he poured out the contents and walked away with it:

"Mr. Shen! What is this?"

Priest Yoshida hurried over. This pen holder didn't look heavy, and it didn't look like it was made of any particularly high-quality wood, such as red sandalwood or golden nanmu.

There was a big crack on the top, which showed that it had not been well kept and its value was greatly reduced.
The carvings on it were not very good, and were covered with cobwebs and dust. Through the dirt, the carving level that could be seen was at best that of a local craftsman:
It's not even at the national level, let alone a national treasure that can be passed down through time. As for this thing, how powerful will it be...

When these things are put into storage, they are also inspected. The priests will only throw things that they think are unimportant and worthless into this kind of warehouse.

If it wasn't his duty, Priest Yoshida wouldn't have asked a single question. He would have simply turned a blind eye and let Shen Le take the child back!

"Oh, this is a family heirloom of my friend. He asked me to take it back." Shen Le answered casually and walked out quickly.

Outside the door, a group of priests were crowded together, looking around, and they all heard Shen Le's answer. There were quite a few who could understand Chinese, and they whispered a translation to their companions. Everyone wanted to cry:
So you came here for this thing?

Take this small shrine for example. It’s not very famous and is not on the list of tourist attractions. Only residents from the surrounding area come here to worship. Why did you come here headfirst?
Mr. Shen, what we are saying is - if you came here for this thing, why don't you just let us know in advance and come in and take it directly?

Now, the entire shrine has been turned upside down by you. All the gods, shikigami, and wild spirits enshrined in it have been killed by you. We have suffered heavy losses!

A group of people stared at what he was holding, but no one dared to stop him, or even ask a question. Shen Le stopped and raised the pen holder in his hand:

"Can I take this thing away? Are there any procedures required? Or, how much do I have to pay?"

"No, no!" A middle-aged priest stepped out from the crowd at the warehouse door and bowed deeply:
"The things in this warehouse are very old and there are many strange things. Mr. Shen is willing to share the burden with us and take some away. We can't thank you enough, so how can we charge you for it!"

"You should pay something." The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau had been watching quietly, but suddenly interrupted. He touched Shen Le's elbow and said seriously:
"Although it's a very worn-out item, and it was donated by believers, it's still yours. We can't just take it for free - how about buying it as a souvenir?"

Shen Le nodded immediately without any need for him to hint. He even took out his cell phone:
"Where is your payment QR code? How much is this souvenir priced? Or, how much are your amulets priced?"

A group of priests wanted to wave their hands frantically, madly refusing. Please go away, please leave quickly, we don’t want it anymore… We don’t want anything…

Just don't strike down another thunderbolt... don't set a fire... don't do anything. Our greatest hope is that you can walk out safely...

However, Shen Le had already walked out of the warehouse leisurely, holding the pen holder, and walked towards the entrance of the shrine. When he reached the store at the door, he paused and opened the mobile payment interface:

Scan the code, pay, and buy a souvenir at ten times the price of the amulet. The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau was very knowledgeable and interesting, holding up his phone to record the whole process:
We paid for it!

We paid!

Even if the lawsuit is brought to the customs, we have already paid the fees. We did not steal cultural relics from the shrine - and this wooden pen holder is not considered a cultural relic...

They left and headed back to the hotel. Shen Le held the pen holder and applied cleaning skills to it one by one, intending to restore it to its original appearance as much as possible;

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau quickly picked up his computer and reported today's situation to the country. Hey, Mr. Shen made a big scene today!

This is not the behavior pattern that our Special Affairs Bureau advocates, but it does make you feel relieved!

"Your personnel have behaved very violently at our shrine and caused great damage!"

At the same time, the local otherworld management system also lodged a solemn representation to the consulate of the Eastern power - yes, the Special Affairs Bureau's overseas organization is integrated under the consulate.

The priest who went to negotiate slammed the table and spitted:
"We have reason to believe that this behavior is a serious provocation and hostility to our country! If your country cannot effectively restrain it, we will make a strong response to this hostile behavior!"

"According to the information we have received, the person you mentioned only launched a limited counterattack out of self-defense."

The head of the Special Affairs Bureau calmly clicked on a video and showed it to them directly:
"He came in to play out of goodwill and curiosity, but was suddenly attacked. If you use this as an excuse to harm our citizens, we will retaliate severely!"

Who is afraid of whom!
The vast majority of magic spells in your country tend to be gloomy, evil, and ghostly. What our country lacks the least is magic spells to exorcise evil spirits and destroy demons!

Even Shen Le himself, with the electric ring wrapped around his body, is not afraid of anyone!
The two sides exchanged views frankly and fully, and then each went back to his own home. The head of the Special Affairs Bureau was sweating and reported back:

"I'm not saying we should restrict his behavior. If it weren't for the official restraint, even I would want to hit him a few times. But, in a foreign country, can you be a little more careful?"

Besides monsters and demons, there are also dump trucks, sprayers, big sprayers, giant sprayers and the like that can kill people.

What if the other party is shameless and wants to fight you? What do you want to do?
This kind of people who will continuously produce new weapon spirits, new talismans, and new secret realms are all national treasures. Things like someone committing suicide abroad after being shot with 28 bullets must never happen!

The director of the Magic City Special Affairs Bureau answered the phone himself, and his head was buzzing. Shen Le was quite easy to talk to in China before, and did not show any aggressiveness. Why is he so...

cough……

He scratched his hair, holding the phone in one hand and quickly writing an outline and a draft on a notebook with the other hand, intending to clear his thoughts before calling Shen Le.

If it really doesn't work, just come back quickly and stop struggling abroad?
He was making a draft and preparing to report to his superiors, preparing plans 1, 2 and 3. Meanwhile, Priest Yoshida returned to Sumiyoshi Taisha Shrine in a dusty state and immediately reported to his superiors:

"This cultivator who came here to play doesn't follow the rules! Others attack in secret, fight in secret and then run away, but he attacks openly!"

"If this kind of action cannot be contained, our authority will be shaken, and our dominance over the inner world will be pried open and seized!"

"Request a strong person to help! Even if we can't kill him, we must teach him a lesson!"

He knelt before the statue and prayed in a low voice. The thick ropes seemed to be pulled by something, and the bells rang.

Soon, in front of the tablets of the gods enshrined at Sumiyoshi Shrine, the incense smoke curled up into vague human shapes:
[I...can't take action...]

[That person... is filled with terrifying power...]

[If I take action, it will bite me back...eat me...swallow me...]

"God? You?!"

Priest Yoshida looked up in panic. Sumiyoshi Shrine is one of the largest shrines in Japan, and the god of navigation enshrined there has been worshipped for 1,800 years.

For an island country like Japan, the shipping industry can be said to be indispensable. The power of the god of navigation is among the best among all the gods.

Moreover, the Sumiyoshi Taisha Shrine here is the head shrine of about 2300 Sumiyoshi Shrines in Japan and the source of all the incense!
Even if there are three gods sharing the incense with a monarch, their power cannot be ignored at all - why, they dare not take action for fear of being eaten?

This is impossible!

This shouldn't be the case!

"God, we can't just stand by and watch!"

He bowed down deeply:
"Besides, if Sumiyoshi Taisha doesn't help, can we count on Tenmangu Shrine, which worships the 'God of Learning', and Inari Shrine, which worships foxes?"

[Go find another god... go find a stronger god...]

In front of the several shrines, the incense slowly dispersed and turned into a thin mist. Priest Yoshida raised his head and looked at the solemn priests sitting on both sides:

Go find a stronger god?
These are the most powerful local gods. The god of learning cannot be beaten. Neither can the god of Fushimi Inari Taisha, which protects agriculture and commerce and worships foxes.

if not?
Go find the temple?

The temple, for some ancient reasons, didn't attract much hatred, and they were too lazy to take action...

"Or, let's report to 'them'..."

A priest whispered. He hid his palm under the wide sleeves of his hunting robe, pointed toward the coast, and made a "fifty" gesture.

The priests present exchanged glances with each other, knowing full well:
Since we are stationed on their land and acting arrogantly over their heads, there are some things that we should stand up to!
The Chinese, who have hatred towards them, can remain calm and just laugh it off towards the Western powers?

If they really divert the matter over there, they can stay out of it and see whether Eastern magic or Western divine power is more powerful!
"Report! Report immediately!"

"Just say 'that person' came with hostility!"

"He has bad intentions and may steal relevant secrets or sabotage the great country!"

"Request a major power to take action!"

The reports were submitted layer by layer, reviewed, examined, and evaluated layer by layer. Soon, relevant personnel were dispatched to observe Shen Le from a distance and evaluate his strength:
Wait, where is Shen Leren?
"Sorry, please don't disturb our guests!"

The hotel staff smiled but firmly blocked the relevant department personnel who came with their work permits in the name of reporters.

Are you kidding? Who wouldn't have some connection when opening a hotel in a city like this, a high-end hotel, or a resort hotel with "tranquility", "privacy" and "charm" as selling points?
Their guests, can anyone disturb them at will? If you go over and disturb them, and then you leave, our hotel will lose its reputation!
After the guests go back and complain, who would want to stay with us?
"I'm sorry to trouble you!" The young woman pretending to be a reporter bowed repeatedly and said "I'm sorry" seven or eight times. She was almost about to jump down on the spot.

However, the hotel staff firmly stopped her:
"We will not disclose the guest's room number, movement trajectory, dining location, and other information. You don't have to expect to pretend to be a hotel service staff and go in for close contact.

Of course, you can wait in the lobby. We have no authority to stop any guest waiting in the lobby..."

What can you see in the lobby?
Your hotel is in such a remote place, and guests have to travel by car. You can even drive the hotel shuttle bus directly to the room door, take the guests to the lobby door, change cars and leave!
The people in the relevant departments cursed in their hearts. But the hotel's charges were ridiculously high. She couldn't afford to book a room in the hotel to create an encounter or to conduct close surveillance.

Commissioner Smith took too much, and his immediate superior took too much. It is now completely impossible for low-level staff like them to enjoy the benefits of such a top-notch hotel!
She smiled, bowed, and walked out of the lobby gracefully. When she went back to report, it turned out that there was no special funding, and she was only asked to monitor at the hotel entrance.

Poor her, she had been monitoring him for three consecutive days, but Shen Le didn't even leave the hotel, as if he had made up his mind to stay there for vacation...

"Or, can we hold an exhibition of Chinese cultural relics and lure him out?"

The action personnel above began to prepare Plan B. Before the exhibition list was selected, Shen Le had already popped up again and continued to wander around the scenic spots and historical sites like a normal tourist.

The young woman hurried to catch up and saw Shen Le rushing into Kiyomizu Temple. He found an inconspicuous spot in the temple, set up his easel, and began to paint.

The complex pillars, beams, roofs, and entire buildings of Kiyomizu Temple, as well as the suspended Kiyomizu stage in front of the hall...

He drew and recorded every detail carefully. The young woman circled around him for a few times, then found an opportunity, walked by him with her companion, and rushed over:
"Ouch--"

Shen Le quickly kicked the easel, pushing it two feet away, leaving just enough space for her to fall on the floor in front of him.

Then, while pulling the easel away, he looked down:
"Miss, are you okay?"

"It's okay..." The young woman groaned and sat up, rubbing her feet with a bitter face. After rubbing for a while, she stretched out her hand to him:

"Sir, could you please help me?"

Shen Le turned half a circle, put his hand on her elbow, and gently lifted her up. He moved away quickly:

"Please wait a moment. I'll go see where the infirmary is!"

He ran away with the easel in his hand and soon disappeared. The young woman was left standing there, taking out the instrument in her arms and staring at the numbers on the screen:

"The energy index is not high... The energy tends to be positive, but not extremely positive... The reaction is quick, but it doesn't look like he has been trained and is particularly quick..."

"If we want to take action against him, I think we can just send a few professionals?"

(End of this chapter)