The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 631 This tower, can't be repaired in the way that's always successful?

"Demon-Sealing Tower, pfft..."

"Pfft haha..."

"Hey Hey……"

Upon hearing the words "Demon-Sealing Tower," Jingyan, the young Taoist priest accompanying Shen Le, immediately smiled, his eyes sparkling with reminiscence. Clearly, he, too, had repeatedly struggled with various versions of the game, dying and coming back to life, navigating through countless Demon-Sealing Towers…

"You know what, you really shouldn't say that." He laughed as he staggered down the stairs, occasionally slipping and struggling to regain his balance.
"I also suspected back then that this came from the Demon-Sealing Tower—and to be honest, I did sense demonic energy coming from this porcelain tower back then, but it was cut off later and then it disappeared!"

Shen Le watched him descend with trepidation, ready to summon a whirlwind to pull him up at any moment. Only when he stood on level ground did she finally breathe a sigh of relief, turn to the side, and beckon him to look:
"You mean this porcelain tower? How tall was it originally? How many stories did it have? After it was cut down, were all the pieces piled up here?"

"Probably... a little taller than me." The young Taoist priest Jingyan tried hard to recall, gesturing with his hand:

"I think if I stand up straight and stretch my hand to its highest point, I can touch the highest eaves... but I can't touch the bead at the top. There are... six layers? Or seven layers? Or nine layers?"

He searched his memory uncertainly. Shen Le had already squatted down to look at the porcelain tower:
The portion currently shown has each floor approximately 30 centimeters high. If the tower were seven stories high, it would be 210 centimeters, and adding the base, it would reach approximately 220-230 centimeters…

Based on Master Jingyan's height, his standing reach would be roughly around this height. But to be fair, such a tall porcelain pagoda is quite rare…

Shen Le racked his brains, trying hard to recall. Porcelain pagodas were a niche category of porcelain; to date, the tallest unearthed artifacts seemed to be only about one meter tall.

It is mainly limited by the size of the porcelain kiln itself.

In contrast, he had seen taller clay towers or clay buildings, around 1.5 meters tall, but he had never seen a clay building exceeding two meters.
Pottery towers are burial objects meant to be placed in tombs. If the pottery tower is too tall, how tall is the tomb chamber planned? Or, what is your rank that warrants such a large and tall tomb chamber?
"You're interested in this porcelain tower?" Jingyan swayed over, her shoes crunching unpleasantly on a pile of broken tiles.
"I've heard my seniors and teachers talk about this thing. I think there were originally ten or twelve. When I became an apprentice, there were still two left. But when I received my ordination, there was only one left."

It's nothing too important. You can dig it out and play with it, or take it with you if you want. Do you need my help?

Ah this...

So friendly?

Shen Le gently stroked the cool roof of the porcelain tower, feeling the subtle fluctuations inside, and was genuinely moved.

Although this porcelain tower was shattered and buried underground for a long time—at least five or ten years—it still possesses a spirit!

Shen Le could sense its fluctuations!
The fluctuations were very subtle and chaotic, like many tiny voices constantly shouting, but these fluctuations were definitely there!

"No need for help." Shen Le began to rub his hands together, rolled up his sleeves, and looked around:

"You've allowed me to dig it out and repair it, that's great! Move aside, I'm calling someone!"

Although he said he "shouted," Shen Le neither raised his voice nor made any loud noises, nor did he take out his phone to make a call or ask for help on WeChat.

He simply lowered his head and stood solemnly for a moment, as if lost in thought. Soon after, footsteps began to rumble on the mountaintop, and rows of heads appeared:

【We are here! 】

We're here to help!

[Shen Le, just tell us what you want us to do! Do you want us to move all the stones and tiles here?]

You define the area, and we'll get to work!

Master Jingyan could not hear the spirits' words; he could only see one by one, group by group, gilded and painted clay figurines, empty-handed, or carrying things, or even riding clay horses, lined up in long rows, making a clattering sound as they walked down.

Before Shen Le could speak, Master Jingyan shuddered in fright:

"Take it easy! Take it easy! Be careful not to break them!"

Shen Le's spirit!

That was such a precious thing!
If it falls or breaks, let alone shattering into pieces, even a slight bump would ruin the delicate lines of the garment and the lifelike features.
Hehe, little Taoist priest, you don't know our abilities.

Even if the slope were several times steeper or more difficult to traverse, let alone such a low one, it wouldn't be a problem for us!

How could it possibly break? As long as we're on the ground, the earth supports us as we walk; there's absolutely no way we could fall!

Shen Le maintained her smile, pretending not to hear the terracotta figures' mutterings, and did not translate for Master Jingyan.

The clay figures surged to the bottom of the valley and automatically dispersed, with empty-handed figures in front and those carrying things behind, automatically forming several channels for digging and transporting items.

Shen Le turned her head and smiled at Daoist Jingyan:

"Where should we put all this unused stuff? Would it be convenient to go over another hill?"

"So convenient!" Jingyan was almost stunned and quickly gave him directions:

"The surrounding area is a desolate wilderness, unclaimed by anyone, so you can just leave it anywhere. Starting from our Taoist temple, all the surrounding hilltops, as long as you can't see any tourists, are open to anyone!"

"So now everyone's flying drones all the time, so you guys have nowhere to practice your swordsmanship?"

Master Jingyan's face instantly darkened, and he turned his head away helplessly. Shen Le waved with a grin:

"Everyone, please help! Move these tiles and stone carvings to make room for the porcelain pagoda! I'll find the parts for the pagoda—"

The clay figures, standing in perfect unison, began their work. The equestrian figure directed the division of the figures into several groups, assigning tasks to each.

A group of clay figurines accompanying the sedan chair were responsible for picking up items, placing them on the carrying pole carried by the clay figurines carrying the bridal procession, and spreading them out one by one.

The clay figurines carrying the porcelain pagoda fragments lined up and passed in front of Shen Le, allowing him to examine them with his own eyes and confirm that they had not picked up the porcelain pagoda fragments and dumped them in the neighboring ravine.

The clay figurines carrying the canopy bed and the bridal sedan chair stood quietly to the side, ready to serve at any moment. In Master Jingyan's view, the canopy bed was probably prepared for Shen Le to rest in, while the purpose of the bridal sedan chair was unknown.

Would Shen Le sit inside and then have the sedan chair bearers carry him forward?

It must have taken half an hour just to take apart this bridal sedan chair!

Shen Le, however, had no time to answer the Taoist priest's questions. He was running around, sometimes examining the fragments carried by the clay figurines, sometimes taking photos, making notes, and drawing pictures on the roof of the porcelain tower.

Every now and then he would take a few steps back, look left and right, or close his eyes, as if sensing his surroundings.

After a long while, once a five-meter square circle was cleared around the porcelain tower, he began to pace back and forth within the circle.

After pacing for a while, he took a bamboo pole from the clay figurine carrying the makeup and began to tap out squares back and forth:
"What are you doing?" Master Jingyan curiously leaned closer to look. Shen Le shrugged, moved his neck, and swung his arms around in a circle.
"Prepare for an archaeological excavation."

"archeology?"

"Yes. I can feel it; part of this porcelain tower is buried underneath—" Shen Le circled around, full of confidence:

“I can sense where some of the larger pieces are and how deep they are. As for the smaller ones, I'm not so sure; I can only vaguely feel them down there. The goal is to dig them out completely, without damaging any of them…”

To excavate it, to excavate it properly, to excavate it without missing anything or damaging it, Shen Le decisively replicated the archaeological methods he had seen before.

Draw a grid, dividing the area to be investigated into individual excavation squares, assigning responsibility to specific individuals. Then, several students are responsible for one excavation square, and several students are responsible for another...

"Alright, you can start digging!"

"Don't you need to give me a small brush?"

Jingyan was curious. The clay figures had already rushed towards Shen Le, shrinking one by one, jumping up, and disappearing; after a while, they jumped back one by one, grew bigger, squatted down in their assigned areas, and started digging!
One by one, they found themselves holding entrenching tools, Luoyang shovels, small flat-headed shovels for archaeology, bamboo sticks, winnowing baskets, and wooden trays, and began to dig with great effort.

Shen Le only needed to walk back and forth in the exploration area, giving instructions from time to time:

"Not there yet, dig faster."

"Dig faster."

"Change to a flathead shovel!"

"Slow down! Slow down! Slow down even more!"

"Stop! Change the bamboo skewers!"

After calling out like this twice, Jingyan realized that it wasn't necessary to give her a small brush at the beginning. Since she was still far from the target, starting to brush immediately would be very inefficient.

Once you feel it's almost done, change the bamboo sticks and brushes; this will maximize the protection of the artifacts to be unearthed. The only problem is:

"How do you judge—ah, you have mental power and can sense it, but the question is, how does an ordinary professor judge that we're almost there?"

“First of all, any archaeology professor is extraordinary; they must be extremely experienced.” Shen Le sighed helplessly.

"Archaeology has no prefixes; you won't find things like 'general surgery' or 'common kingfisher.' Secondly, regarding the students, especially those doing it for the first time... the teacher closely monitors them, and at crucial moments, the teacher steps in..."

While working in Hotan, and while Li Xingtang was helping the teachers find their way, he overheard them gossiping and complaining about all sorts of things...

When it comes to the crucial positions, those potentially fragile cultural relics, we really don't dare let certain students go up there!

If it were to break or shatter with a snap, it would break my heart for the rest of my life!
However, the clay figurines worked much better than some clumsy students. Not only were they meticulous and patient, but they also possessed a unique skill!

It will get smaller!
Jingyan watched as the clay figures trembled and shrank from the height of a person to half a person, and then from half a person to a foot tall, all at lightning speed.

It has to be said that shrinking them down is quite useful. When shrunk to a foot in height, they can even be dug up by hand without bamboo skewers!
With nimble fingers, it's much more effective and flexible than any bamboo skewer or brush!

The only problem is-

"Hey, hey, hey, stop! Next time you grow bigger, pay attention to the rhythm! If I hadn't stopped you, this part of the tower would have collapsed!"

After the clay figures shrank, the excavation efficiency actually increased, and the mound of earth outside the excavation area rose rapidly.

From afternoon to evening, and then from the next morning to sunset, hundreds of large and small porcelain pagoda fragments were laid out in front of Shen Le:
"Wow... which flying sword did that? That's brutal..."

Shen Le walked around the fragments, then around again, clicking his tongue in admiration. Among these fragments, the larger ones all had remarkably smooth cuts.

Even after more than a decade of wind, frost, rain, and snow, and being buried by the earth, it still shines brightly at first glance.

One of the clay figurines being carried accidentally broke off with a snap when his finger grazed the edge.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll put it back on for you later. ...What? It's already broken? Sigh, clay figurines are just not sturdy enough. When we get home, I'll mix some clay and add a finger for you!"

After examining more than a dozen large fragments of the porcelain pagoda, Shen Le had a general idea of ​​what it was like. This porcelain pagoda was seven stories high, and including the base and the top, it was about 240 centimeters tall.

Then, this seven-tiered porcelain tower was cut into thirty or forty pieces of varying sizes, averaging five or six pieces per tier.

It felt like that flying sword, slashing horizontally, not satisfied with cutting off the roof, it then slashed diagonally three or four more times, each slash going straight from the top floor to the bottom.

No one knows where the hatred or resentment came from, but even the ceramic animals on the walls and floors of each floor were chopped into pieces of various sizes.

Oh, and there was also a fox made of yellow glaze, whose three tails were cut into eight pieces; it almost became a nine-tailed fox!

If a fox without a head or limbs can still be considered a nine-tailed fox...

"This flying sword... I really do know it belongs to my Martial Uncle Qingru." Daoist Jingyan cautiously leaned closer to examine the sword marks on it with Shen Le.
"That time, my senior master Qingru went out and returned severely injured, and his flying sword became extremely erratic. When my senior master wanted to pass the flying sword on to his disciple, the sword suddenly went berserk..."

So you went there just for the porcelain tower?

So you're just using it to vent your anger?

Thankfully, no one was stabbed...

"By the way, was this porcelain tower really used to seal away monsters?" Shen Le asked, sensing the fluctuations in the fragments and looking at the various strange animal sculptures.

Master Jingyan shrugged:

"Maybe a long, long time ago, but we don't use them anymore anyway. Aren't the confinement rings better? Or physical exorcism better? Anyway, if you can repair this tower, you can just drag it back as decoration. Don't worry about us!"

"Then I'll give it a try!" Shen Le said happily, picking up two pieces of broken roof tile and piecing them together.

With a slight focus, I let my mental energy permeate the tile, especially the broken edges. I mobilized the earth element, drawing it closer and gradually merging it together.
"Crack!"

Huh?

The previously foolproof repair solution is no longer working?

Am I supposed to use my porcelain mending skills to mend such a huge tower?
(End of this chapter)