The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 684 For example, if someone dies in Liaodong, what harm is there in beheading them?

Shen Le worked tirelessly, "threading the needle," desperately trying to repair the void. This void was several times larger and more distant than those in the Great Whirlpool Secret Realm or the Ryukyu Secret Realm.
Naturally, the effort Shen Le needed to put into repairing this world had increased exponentially compared to before.

He struggled to pull over one thread, then another, painstakingly patching up the small area until his mana was depleted, he felt dizzy, and collapsed to the ground.
"Help...help...water...medicine..."

With a soft thud, a tiny clay figurine scurried out of the gate Huang Yutong had opened. Using both hands and feet, it climbed onto Shen Le's shoulder, clutching a small bottle, uncorked it, and poured the contents into his mouth.
"Cough cough cough cough..."

That was poured way too roughly!
Could you please be a little more discreet?
Or let one of those skirts come out; they're so gentle and caring, better suited to taking care of people. Are you trying to choke me to death or make me choke to death?
Shen Le swayed precariously, coughing for a long time until he saw stars before finally standing up straight. Fortunately, after drinking a bottle of spiritual water and swallowing two spiritual fruits, his mana finally recovered a little, allowing him to regain his strength.

Read another passage, and your mental energy is exhausted again, so you eat and drink some more; read another passage, and your mental energy is exhausted again, so you stuff yourself with a bunch of other things...

Fortunately, these were spiritual water and spiritual fruit, small in size, so they wouldn't cause him to feel bloated. Shen Le huddled alone in the stone chamber, going back and forth countless times, finally managing to patch up the hole.

Stepping back slightly, glancing around briefly, I couldn't help but smile wryly:
"This remedial treatment was really poor..."

If we say that he used his spiritual power to pull the barrier of heaven and earth to weave a colorful tapestry when he repaired the cracks in the Great Vortex Secret Realm and the Ryukyu Secret Realm last time;
So this time, no matter how hard he tried to sew it, all he could manage was a piece of burlap... a piece of burlap with sparse holes and crooked shape!
He wanted to take another bite, but then everything went black again. He felt a burning sensation in his chest, and every breath he took left a trail of blood in his chest cavity.

When Huang Yutong tried to use the Spirit Water and Spirit Fruit again, a soft buzzing sound gave him a very disappointing answer:
That's all... You didn't bring enough, this batch is all used up...

Ah this...

Shen Le almost buried her head in her hands and fell backward. No!
Why did the supply have to be cut off at this crucial moment?!

He doesn't usually carry much stuff because he can travel to various secret realms at any time and pick up whatever he needs.

But, at this crucial juncture, how could he possibly find the time to spare?
He swayed precariously. No, not just him, but the entire mountaintop trembled slightly—

The newly patched "linen" was whipped around by the fierce wind, swaying back and forth. The gale blew onto the strange objects below the mountain, and those "things" struggled to raise their heads!

No!

We must not let them get out of control!

But I'm out of strength...

Shen Le gritted his teeth, mustered his last strength, and sprinted towards the old house. He rushed through the gate, grabbed the stone coffin with both hands, and lifted it up—

"Hey!"

Why is it so heavy!

I felt like I could still carry him before, but this time, he feels so heavy! He's so heavy that I can't even lift my arms!
Shen Le took a deep breath, bent his knees and hips, hugged the stone coffin tightly with both hands, gripped the ground with all ten toes, and pushed off with all his might.

Without the spiritual power flowing through his body, and without the nourishment of extraordinary power, he could only rely on his physical strength to lift this stone coffin, which was even more difficult than carrying ten large water jugs!
If he hadn't practiced the Five Animal Frolics for a long time beforehand, and if he hadn't been nourished by the copper sheet for so long, he wouldn't have been able to lift this thing at all!

The moment he lifted it, his muscles burned, and he felt like he was about to lose all his strength. Shen Le took a deep breath, bracing himself against the swaying ground beneath his feet, and forced himself to take more steps.

One step, two steps, three steps, step over the threshold, and then step over the threshold again—

"Hey!"

The stone sarcophagus crashed almost to the ground. As soon as it landed, an extremely sharp aura emanated from within, rapidly sweeping outwards.

With just one turn, the wind blowing from the cave softened considerably, and the "things" below the mountain quietly lay back down.

"Phew...finally done..."

Shen Le let out a long sigh and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. It took him a long time to gather his strength, and he traversed from the mountain's interior to its summit, then rushed from the summit to the Jade Ring Secret Realm.

A sacred spring!

Spiritual fruit!

This time, we need to fill all the containers in the old house with water, and stuff every place that can hold spirit fruits with food!
He frantically gathered a large amount of supplies, ate a hearty meal, and then turned and rushed back to Zhongnan Mountain. Upon returning to the stone chamber, his heart sank:
Oh no.

Something is wrong.

This stone coffin, probably because it was moved once, has had many of its intricate connections with the surrounding mountains severed.

These fractures prevented it from perfectly integrating with the surrounding world, reducing its ability to suppress this world to a lower level than before.

The cave entrance couldn't be perfectly sealed off, and a fine breeze constantly blew in from it. Shen Le tilted his head back slightly, stretched out his hands, and felt the sensation of the "wind" flowing through him:

If this trend is left unchecked, it will be fine for a day or two, or even three to five days. But if it continues for a year or two, those dark and gloomy "things" will start to cause trouble!
It needs to be fixed!

We need to get it working again!
"Sigh, in the end I still couldn't keep it for myself..."

Shen Le sighed, frustrated that he had wasted so much effort and ultimately failed to help. Allowing himself to finish his sigh, he rallied and carefully examined the stone sarcophagus:
The entire stone coffin is composed of eighteen bluestone slabs, which are pieced together to form a complete cuboid.

Each bluestone slab is engraved with shallow reliefs: at the bottom are undulating mountains and rivers, in the middle are swaying trees and flowers, and at the top are leisurely clouds and bright sunshine.

The lines of the relief are quite exquisite and extremely complete, with only minor signs of wear visible in a few places.

"So, do I need to become a stonemason?"

Shen Le muttered to himself as he pulled out a large box of porcelain clay raw materials from the old house: kaolin, quartz, feldspar, and all sorts of other materials.

He applied the materials around the worn areas, pressed his hands on the stone slab, and slowly communicated with it, trying to draw power from within the stone sarcophagus.

The spiritual energy flowed slowly, and finally, the stone sarcophagus under his hands gently "lit up" and began to greedily absorb the porcelain clay raw materials, while the worn parts were gradually filled in.

"Very good. That's it. That's fine!"

Shen Le patiently "fed" the eighteen bluestone slabs, watching them stop absorbing the clay components. Only then did he take out a hammer, chisel, and a set of stone-carving tools, and begin carefully repairing the lines. It was a great pity that Little Inkstone wasn't with him, but stayed by Yun Kun's side, ready to unleash a burst of energy at any moment to repair even the smallest damage to Yun Kun.

Fortunately, it was just about adjusting the lines and making them extend along the original path, which Shen Le was able to manage.

He first used an iron chisel to gently press down along the stone slab, drawing blurry lines.
Upon closer inspection, confirm that the lines are smooth and soft, and can be smoothly connected with the original pattern, and modify a few places that seem abrupt.
Finally, with a hammer in one hand and a chisel in the other, they carefully began to chisel, using the most precise method that would minimize any additional damage.
"Ta...ta...ta..."

The sounds of the iron chisel being struck gently, one after another, and scraping against the stone coffin, rang out continuously.

As Shen Le struck the stone coffin, he unleashed his spiritual power, guiding the energy of the stone coffin to flow through it, allowing it to overcome each obstructing node and making its flow smoother and its circulation more stable.

One after another, and another… a stream flows from the mountains, meandering to the end of the picture;
A long road winds through the mountains, accompanied by streams, with fragrant grasses stretching to the horizon.
A drifting cloud reflects the sunlight, flowing leisurely. As the cloud unfolds, a crane spreads its wings and soars out...

Such a pattern would definitely take him a month to carve by hand. However, after only tidying up the lines, Shen Le only ate twice and took a short nap, and finished the whole thing.

The final chisel stroke fell, but the entire mountain range remained unchanged. Shen Le sighed, carefully opened the stone sarcophagus, and leaned down to look at the stone coffin inside:

The sarcophagus is more exquisite than the outer coffin. If the outer coffin is just a simple cuboid, then the sarcophagus is a majestic palace.

It has three bays across the front and nine ridges on the roof. The central bay is complete with door panels, door frame, lintel, and threshold. There are even neatly arranged door studs on the stone door.

On either side of the door, two rows of maids stood in neat rows. One row wore ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and carried bowls, whisks, incense burners, vases, and other items. The other row wore military uniforms and carried bows and swords.

Each maidservant's face was neatly turned towards the door, as if they were waiting in unison for orders from the person inside, or perhaps they were worried about the life or death of that person...

Shen Le's heart pounded wildly. If the stone coffin hadn't been so small and misplaced, he would have truly believed it contained the remains of a Tang Dynasty princess buried with military honors—

So, what exactly is inside?
Who or what is worthy of being buried in such an exquisite coffin in such a peculiar place?

He reached out his hand several times, then withdrew it again, not daring to open the coffin lid, nor willing to disturb the peace inside, and afraid that he might let something extraordinary escape and cause an unmanageable situation.

Finally, with a long sigh, he began to repair the stone coffin:
The surface of the stone coffin was largely intact, except for the lotus pattern on the roof tiles, which was damaged. Several petals fell down and shattered inside the stone coffin.

Shen Le patiently counted them: seven petals on the left, seven on the right, a total of fourteen petals broken. Hmm, judging by the break, it shouldn't be his fault; it must have been broken a long time ago…

There's no other way but to fix it again!

Add stone powder, let it solidify into a stone block, and then carve patterns onto the stone block.

Fortunately, when it was condensing, the shape was controlled and it was roughly shaped like a petal, otherwise it would have taken forever to carve it!

The last line of the pattern was completed—thanks to his previous replica of the Hejiacun Mandarin Duck and Lotus Petal Pattern Gold Bowl, he was quite familiar with the shape, curvature, and surface patterns of the lotus petals, so the repair work went smoothly.

The last petal unfolded steadily, gracefully merging with the entire stone coffin. In that instant, the very feeling of heaven and earth shifted:
The entire mountain, and even the entire mountain range, trembled slightly, as if Zhongnan Mountain had stretched its back and become more relaxed.

Shen Le extended his spiritual power to sense the land once more, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise:
All that effort he put in was worth it!
The hole above has been completely sealed off. The piece of "burlap" that he had painstakingly sewn together is breathing and growing, absorbing the spiritual wind blowing from the other side and expanding outwards.

Clearly, given time, this "linen" will grow into a fine and intricate brocade, and then into a flawless sky, patching up the entire hole.

Even now, the "wind" from the other side can no longer reach those gloomy things below; they are all gone!

Shen Le smiled and took two steps back, forcefully lifting the stone sarcophagus lid and returning it to its original position inch by inch. Finally, he sat cross-legged in front of the sarcophagus, placed his hands on it, and tried to communicate with it:
Hey!
If you can't come with me, fine. And you haven't even opened the coffin lid, fine. At least let me know what kind of incredible thing is inside!

The stone coffin remained silent, as if it possessed no intelligence and as if there was no basis for communication with it. Undeterred, Shen Le persistently poured heat into it.

Finally, the stone surface beneath his hands trembled slightly, and Shen Le suddenly leaned forward, feeling himself sink into the stone coffin:

do not!

Don't drag me in!

Am I to replace this thing inside and suppress this entire mountain range and this entire world?

Fortunately, he stumbled forward a few steps but quickly regained his balance. Looking up, the bright sunlight shone down, making him involuntarily squint.

Shen Le shook his head violently, his right hand instinctively dropping to his side, quickly grasping a longsword. He steadied himself, and large chunks of memory flooded back, finally revealing what had happened:
Without a doubt, he was pulled back into the memories of the porcelain tower, the stone coffin, or something else.

This memory is roughly a direct continuation of the last one:
Last time, after he fired a porcelain sword to suppress the charnel ground, he packed his bags and set off to travel the world.

Traveling north, I saw the sprawling Hanjia Granary, the majestic city of Luoyang, and also the displaced people who died on the road.

Continuing northeast from Luoyang, following the marching direction of the army conquering Goguryeo, they soon realized something was amiss:

After leaving Luoyang and other major cities, the number of demons and ghosts in the mountains and fields increased dramatically. Almost every day of travel, we encountered at least one or two demons and ghosts...

The flying sword was drawn from its sheath.

The porcelain sword spun rapidly.

In Shen Le's eyes, these minor demons were naturally no match for him; a single sword strike could easily pierce several of them. However, he was still quite shocked:
Is no one in charge?
The army has only been there for less than half a year. Can't their military might suppress them?
What about the local Taoist temples?

Where are the gods?
Where is the Goddess of Mount Tai? Where is the God of Mount Tai?
He quickened his pace, galloping forward at breakneck speed. As the towering mountains came into view, and the peak loomed in the distance, suddenly, scattered songs drifted up from the hillside and dense forest:

"The magistrate of Changbai Mountain, dressed purely in red silk brocade with a backless crotch—"

Long spears pierce the sky, and halberds gleam in the sunlight!

Go up the mountain to eat deer and venison, come down the mountain to eat beef and mutton!
Suddenly hearing that government troops were arriving, he drew his sword and charged forward!
For example, if someone dies in Liaodong, what harm is there in beheading them?

For example, if someone dies in Liaodong, they will be beheaded! What! What! What wound—”

(End of this chapter)