The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 494 You attacked Shen Le without caring about our national treasure? !
"There seems to be something wrong with that woman just now."

Shen Le picked up the drawing board and continued to draw for five minutes before the special affairs bureau guy slowly walked up to him and said softly. Shen Le didn't even raise his head:
"I know. Probably just a spy."

He could feel the unusual fluctuations coming from that woman... In fact, he had already felt it when that woman circled around him for the second time.

If it was an ordinary woman, he would have helped her, but how could he help a person with special powers who had circled around him several times and even fell on him?

Go dream!

Just fall down hard, you won’t get hurt anyway!

Not to mention, the small oil lamp also warned him that the woman had something very special on her, something he had never seen before, something that was a bit similar to Gu Yulin's equipment...

Putting these factors together, it would be weird if he still fell into the trap!
Shen Le calmly put away the drawing board, walked around in a big circle, and crawled onto the earthen slope below the main hall. He poked his head out and tried to see some details of their work through the curtains that blocked their view:

It’s a pity that I don’t have the ability to become invisible or even shrink, so I can’t get in and have a nice view.

Flying technique?
What’s the use of flying skills!
With such a big person huddled up there, if it were you, wouldn’t you be able to see it when you looked up?
"How long are you going to stay here?"

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau stood behind him, looking at him, his whole body pressed against the gap in the curtain, as if he wished he could sharpen his head and drill directly in. The longer he waited, the more bored he became.

It took him less than 30 minutes from staring at Shen Le, to observing his surroundings warily, to grinding the ground with his heels, and then to bending down to pull out a blade of grass and tie it into a knot.

And Shen Le, for these 30 minutes, lay on the screen without moving!
"Shh!"

Without even turning his head, Shen Le whispered to him not to speak. After a pause, he pointed and explained to him in a low voice:

"I'm looking at their foundation reinforcement project..."

"What?"

"It's this Qingshui stage! Oh, it's the large suspended platform outside the main hall. They are reinforcing the foundation...

It is said that the method used is very different from that used in China, and it is worth a look..."

The terrace outside the main hall of Kiyomizu Temple is called the "Kiyomizu Stage". It is large in scale and suspended in the air.

Because of its special location and architectural style, during the cherry blossom season in spring, the whole building seems to be floating on a sea of flowers, in summer it seems to be floating in a sea of forests, and in autumn it seems to be surrounded by red leaves.

The scenery is extremely beautiful and it is a national treasure of Japan. Of course, if it is to be restored, it will also be treated as a national treasure...

Shen Le only looked at the scenery here two or three times, but he was quite interested in the restoration methods.

The restoration concept of ancient buildings in Japan is similar to that in China, with the purpose of "restoring the old as it was", but there are great differences in the specific details.

For example, because this "Qingshui Stage" was built on a steep cliff, the foundation below has become sandy and brittle, and in some places, most of the foundation stone has been exposed.

This situation has also been encountered in ancient buildings in China, such as the Hanging Temple. However, due to different foundations and structures, the reinforcement methods used are also different.

Shen Le said that he had only heard about it from his instructor in class and had never had the chance to see it, so he really wanted to see it in person!

"What can you see if you look at it this way?"

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau measured the distance between the fence and the project, then stood on tiptoe to look at the position of the cloth seam, and shook his head helplessly.

Shen Le couldn't help but sigh:

"I want to go in and take a look too...but..."

However, there was a big commotion at the shrine before, and things got a bit ugly between him and the priest Yoshida, so he hasn't shown up for several days.

Now it seems a bit inappropriate to bring him here again and ask him to fulfill his promise of "you can go to him if you want to see any closed historical sites"?

Shen Le is a bit thin-skinned...

"Mr. Shen, what are you doing here?"

Priest Yoshida appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing a light sportswear and was not noticeable among the tourists. He waved to Shen Le:

"I haven't seen you for a long time. What are you visiting recently?"

Ah, he can still come close to me as if nothing happened. Shen Le and the guy from the Special Affairs Bureau looked at each other and approached me as if nothing had happened:
"I just happened to be walking to Kiyomizu-dera Temple, and I wanted to see the foundation reinforcement project inside..."

"That's easy! Leave it to me!"

Priest Yoshida said with great confidence. He walked a little further away and immediately started making phone calls, one by one, asking for opinions.

Shen Le whispered from behind:

"Can he handle it?... Japanese shrines and temples seem to be two different systems..."

They are not like China, which has a special affairs bureau in charge. Even if we don't consider the spiritual world, there are still relevant institutions that can bring various sects together for meetings.

In Japan, shrines manage the living, temples manage the dead, shrines manage weddings, temples manage funerals, shrines worship local gods, temples manage Buddhist gods...

If a priest were to go over to coordinate, would Kiyomizu-dera Temple really give him face?

"It's okay. Even if he can't do it, you won't be the one who suffers." The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau comforted him in a low voice. Isn't it just a matter of watching less projects?
Shen Le is no longer doing ancient building restoration work, and he doesn't rely on this to take on projects, publish papers, or take doctoral exams. So what does it matter whether you see it or not?
However, Priest Yoshida had considerable authority, and after making seven or eight phone calls, he actually managed to get the matter done.

Not long after, a monk hurried over from the main road outside, had a brief conversation with Priest Yoshida, and then invited Shen Le and the others in.

Not only did he go in, he also accompanied them directly to the center of the construction site, giving them instructions and explaining to them along the way:

“This foundation reinforcement project is the first reinforcement work carried out on this national treasure hall since it was rebuilt in 1633.

We use the traditional 'soil-to-ground rammed earth' method, which is the technology of using rammed earth to lay 'soil-to-ground'..."

"What is a 'doko'? The earliest ancient houses were divided into 'doko' and 'doko'. 'Doko' is the mud floor, used as a kitchen and a place to store things...

The 'earth seat' is a ground raised with stones, covered with rice bran and mats, used for daily living and sleeping..."

As he was talking, the young man from the Special Affairs Bureau tried hard to translate. For some technical terms, he even scratched his head and blushed.

At this time, Yoshida priests would also join in to help, and even guide the monks accompanying them, and they would write two Chinese characters on the mud, or draw pictures to explain:
"We first remove the brittle soil and sand so that the subsequent works can be carried out on a solid foundation. Then, we mix the soil with lime and bitter juice, which is the liquid left after desalination of seawater..."

He personally took Shen Le to the raw material processing site and let Shen Le watch the workers squatting on the ground and stirring the ash and soil vigorously.

Shen Le shook his head blankly:

Domestic cement mortar is made by mixing cement, sand and water. The sand used must be river sand, and sea sand must never be used for fear of salt corrosion.

The bitter juice used by the Japanese is what's left after removing the salt from seawater. Since it tastes bitter, it's probably potassium chloride?
Can this kind of thing really last for dozens or hundreds of years?

"Of course you can!"

A skilled worker came over and took away the mud bucket, spread a thin layer on the ground, and then picked up the tools to beat it.

He stretched one leg straight and planted it on the ground, and curled up the other leg to step on the slope. He held the tool, which looked like a wooden box with a handle, in both hands and smashed it along the soil layer one by one, very evenly:
"This formula can make the soil layer very solid! However, we used to compact the flat ground, and this kind of engineering that compacts the soil on a slope is unprecedented..."

Shen Le tried to lift up an idle rammer next to him and tried to pound it, but was immediately stopped by the master.

The master glanced at Shen Le, raised the back of his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Shen Le noticed that his hands were full of calluses, rough and cracked, no different from any civil engineer in the country.

The tone was quite polite, yet quite impolite:
"The customers can just take a look. This kind of rammed earth work cannot be done well without twenty years of experience! You see, the rammed ground must be very tight and very flat, without any cracks at all!"

Shen Le looked carefully and saw that the soil layer compacted by the master was about 5 cm thick, as smooth as a mirror, and was constantly extending to the edge.

He used his mental power to explore it briefly and found that the soil layer that had just been compacted and the large soil layer below were indeed very tightly combined without any gaps.

I looked up again and looked to the side. Tsk!
“This piece of foundation that needs repair is so huge!”

"Of course!"

The monk accompanying them, with a proud smile, stretched out his hand and drew a circle:
"The site beneath the Qingshui Stage is about 33 meters wide and 18 meters deep. Such a large foundation was built by these craftsmen bit by bit, layer by layer, by hand!"

This terrible foundation...

Shen Le quickly calculated in his head, then looked at the speed at which the master worked, and shuddered silently.

The entire reinforcement project, from beginning to end, was a continuous process of laying out this rammed earth in layers. One layer of five centimeters, one layer of five centimeters, at the speed at which these masters worked...

"How many more years will it take?"

"It's half done now." The foreman answered while tamping the soil without looking up:
“It is estimated that it will take about two years to complete the overall project.”

"So it'll be four years in total?"

In four years, if you are a graduate student, you have probably changed a batch; if you are going from graduate student to doctoral student, you will complete the four years and write a beautiful long article.

And if you have been busy tamping earth, tamping earth, and tamping earth for these four years... this is why, unless you go into graduate school, you can't find a job outside, right?

"So what if four years?" The master worker applied force evenly and steadily, again and again. The muscles in his arms bulged and relaxed, relaxed and bulged again.

His tone was calm and proud:
"In four years, we should leave a solid foundation for future generations that won't need to be repaired for another 4 or 5 years. Isn't this the obligation of our generation?"

Shen Le kept silent, leaned slightly towards him and bowed slightly.

As a fellow ancient building restorer, he fled, did not persist in this industry, and did not devote his life to the ancient building restoration cause of his motherland;
This middle-aged master craftsman has dedicated half his life to the ancient buildings of his country, and he will have to continue to dedicate himself until his prime years are exhausted...

Even if he is a Japanese, such concentration and calm devotion deserve his respect.

He walked around the construction site, writing and drawing. He drew the traditional tool called "Tako" used by workers to tamp the earth;
Draw the tools and containers they used to mix the rammed earth;
The lower level of the Qingshui stage is painted, with 139 huge pillars supporting the location of the open terrace, and the pillars are deeply inserted into the rammed earth;
Draw the columns and the beams in between, the way they crisscross and support each other…

Priest Yoshida was conscientious and accompanied Shen Le for a whole day. Seeing Shen Le enjoying the painting, he quietly left and reported to his superiors:
"The target has recently been obsessed with the restoration of Kiyomizu Temple..."

"Yes, very focused..."

"I have no intention of leaving..."

"It looks like we may have to stay for a few more days..."

If you want to test it out or take action, it’s best to go on the way from the hotel to Kiyomizu Temple?
Anyway, the winding mountain road around here makes it easy for a small accident to happen...

He waited devoutly. However, after waiting for a long time, Shen Le drove out of the hotel as usual, watched the restoration work in the temple as usual, and recorded as usual, without any interference.

On the fifth day, even the young man from the Special Affairs Bureau who was accompanying and protecting him had become a little lazy. He squatted under a pillar, playing games on his phone, and only occasionally looked up at Shen Le:
"Be careful!!!"

Above his head, a huge shadow fell straight down and pounced on Shen Le. The pillars under the stage of Kiyomizu Temple were about 12 meters high, about the height of a 4-story building.

Falling from above is still quite powerful, and there is not much time to react - the acceleration of gravity falls straight to the bottom, only 1.55 seconds...

In fact, one and a half seconds had passed since the Special Affairs Bureau guy shouted. The black shadow pounced directly on top of Shen Le's head, and with a bang, the two of them fell down together, rolling into a ball.

Instead of rolling down the hill, it defied gravity and rolled up into the pillar:

Who is this?
Are you here to deal with Shen Le?

It shouldn't be dangerous, Shen Le's fighting ability is still very strong...

The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau ran inside, thinking, he was not very nervous. Between the wooden pillars, he saw the current in Shen Le's body rise slightly, and then quickly retracted:
No full-strength burst?

Yes, this is Kiyomizu Temple, where the historic site is being restored. Shen Le probably felt hesitant to do it...

That would be troublesome!

The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau immediately became nervous and ran faster. Between the wooden pillars, something was shaking rapidly. It was two or three times larger than a normal person and was tightly entangled with Shen Le.

What is it?
who is it?

Is it a human?!

The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau instinctively wanted to call for help. He listened carefully and heard a small commotion on the Qingshui stage above his head, as if he heard someone shouting:
“Someone jumped down again…”

Wait, what is “again”?
Are you Japanese people used to dancing on the Qingshui stage? !

Ah, thinking back carefully, it is true.

Since the Edo period, a vivid saying has been circulating among the people: if you jump off the stage and survive, you will be blessed by the gods and your wish will come true.

Well, so they started jumping from the high platform, and they jumped for three hundred years. The monks of Kiyomizu Temple were very serious and recorded every person who jumped off the stage in words:
According to the Seijun-in Diary, a total of 1694 people jumped off the stage in the 1864 years from 180 to 234, including a young woman who jumped twice (and survived both times)...

So, the total number of jumps was 235, which is equivalent to an average of 1.6 people jumping off every year.

Even now, there is a proverb called "jumping off the Qingshui stage", which describes risking one's life and doing something regardless of the consequences.

No wonder, when the tourists above saw someone jump, they just made a noise but were not very panicked. It seemed like they were used to it?

However, the dancer on the Qingshui stage did not seem to be seeking the blessing of the gods. The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau was sighing at his own unique thinking and was still thinking about these random things while catching up quickly:
The one who jumped down seemed a bit far from being a human. He, or it, was at least two and a half meters tall, with muscular muscles sticking out from the torn clothes;

He was panting heavily, gasping for breath, with white foam piled up at the corners of his mouth. He was leaning over Shen Le, like a huge dark cloud, covering Shen Le tightly.

The guy's eyes glowed faintly in the dark, staring at Shen Le closely, clenching his fists, raising them high, and bringing them down heavily -

who?

It doesn't look like a werewolf, it doesn't have a protruding snout, and it doesn't have sharp fangs, so what is it?
King Kong?

Transformation of people?

Mandrill?

It doesn’t even look like it’s produced locally... How could this guy suddenly appear and attack Shen Le?

"Snapped!"

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau was thinking about this while he quickly picked up a stirring stick, rushed forward, and hit the guy on the back.

The stick broke and half of it flew far away. The guy didn't move, didn't even turn his head, and kept punching Shen Le.
"boom!!!"

There was a loud bang, and the entire Qingshui stage shook, with dust, dirt, straps, and even broken wood chips falling down.

The young man felt something hit his chest, and he flew backwards and hit a tree, barely avoiding rolling down the hillside:
"earthquake!"

"Help!"

"Rammed earth layer! Rammed earth layer!"

“The pillar is crooked!!!”

From the Qingshui stage overhead, the main hall, and the craftsmen working around, all kinds of exclamations could be heard. There were a lot of footsteps, but fortunately there was no stampede:
Perhaps the citizens here are well-trained on how to evacuate in an orderly manner...

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau didn't want to evacuate. He didn't even have time to care about his injuries. He leaned on the tree trunk, called the rear to report, and ran away:
Shen Le!

How is Shen Le!!!

Shen Le was fine. In the critical moment, the golden ball in his Dantian spun at full speed, and a stream of heat flowed out, rushing to his limbs and bones:
Want to hit me?
Do you want to beat me up because you’re stronger than me?
I can't kill you!
He stared at the huge fist, clenched his fist, tightened his muscles, and swung it upwards. With one full-force punch, his small fist collided with the monster's big fist, and even a wave of air exploded in between -

There was a teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking, and the monster's fingers, knuckles, palms, wrist bones, and forearms all made a crackling sound and were squeezed back unnaturally.

The whole person was knocked outwards by him and hit the pillars under the Qingshui stage. The grid-like supporting pillars made of huge 400-year-old beech trees all cracked when hit!

Oops!

Historic sites!!!

Shen Le shook his hands, but did not stand up. He pressed his backhand to the ground. His mental power quickly spread out, calling on the mountain and all the trees on the mountain:
Lend it to me!

Lend me your strength!

Help me strengthen these pillars, strengthen these floors, and strengthen all the brackets!

Strengthen the rammed earth below to make the ground solid enough so that it won't tilt!
The entire Kiyomizu Temple responded to him happily. It seemed that this ancient temple itself had enough spiritual perception, and it seemed that the trees that grew with the temple had enough affection for it.

The water flow suddenly rolled, and the Otowa Falls beside the corridor of Kiyomizu Temple, a waterfall known as the "sound of nature" that can bless people's love, studies, health and longevity, suddenly rose up with wisps of water curtain.

Amid the exclamations of tourists, the water no longer flows gently, allowing tourists to drink and pray for blessings, but instead sprinkles all its water drops on the trees on the top of the mountain;
The trees rustled, leaves withered, branches broke, and all the most abundant wood energy and growth energy were dedicated to Shen Le's hands pressing on the ground;

The soil on the top of the mountain surged gently. The soil that had just been compacted and had not yet completely solidified quickly closed up and solidified at Shen Le's call:
Reinforce!

Reinforce!

Surging, strengthening, and maintaining stability, so that this ancient temple, this treasure of ancient architecture in the world, will not lose its vitality due to human destruction!
The cracked wooden pillars healed naturally, the color became darker, and the texture became tougher;
Not only was the rammed earth layer reinforced, but the newly applied, untamped soil also sank suddenly, firmly fitting the ground.

And the big monster that was punched by Shen Le and hit against the pillar:

"Qingdeng, kill it! Be careful not to destroy the buildings and don't cause a fire!"

Shen Le warned coldly. The little oil lamp was eager for this sound, and a flash of lightning flew out and penetrated into the big monster's facial features:
[I let you hit me! I let you hit Shen Le! I’ll beat you to death!!!]

In the distance, Priest Yoshida turned his head and glanced at the screen: He grabbed a black-haired woman and pushed her against the wall:

"Is this the person you found to attack? When you act, can you please consider that this is our national treasure!!!"

"So what if it's a national treasure?" The woman was the one who fell in front of Shen Le. She didn't look pitiful at all. She slowly pushed away Priest Yoshida and sneered:
"Isn't the country's interests more important than the national treasure? Cherish this, cherish that, do you still want us to take action?!"

(End of this chapter)