The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 691 Burial Objects, You've Trying to Fleece Me, Haven't You?
Click, click, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The sound of horses' hooves was unhurried, their footsteps firm and steady. The bronze horn was bright, the ox horn was deep and resonant, and the conch shell was grand and long. The three instruments were played together, their sounds swirling back and forth, making the entire cave rumble.

An unusual sense of oppression slowly approached. If it weren't for the absence of carriages, coffins, and the general being surrounded and served by this procession, this would have looked like a military expedition or a funeral procession.

Even so, the large group of terracotta and clay figurines slowly approaching in the cave created a sense of oppression that far exceeded that of the terracotta dowry procession that Shen Le had seen in the Special Affairs Bureau warehouse.

Putting everything else aside, they all had weapons! The blades gleamed coldly, without any rust, and were even coated with a layer of white light representing the power of the metal element. Those weapons were truly capable of killing people!

Shen Le had no desire to gamble on the soldiers' fighting strength... Princess Pingyang once "led an army of 70,000, which shook Guanzhong." When she was buried, Emperor Gaozu of Tang, Li Yuan, bestowed upon her the title of "Tiger Warriors," which represented the strongest army in the land!
Shen Le hesitated for a moment whether to run away or not. Faced with these cultural relics in the cave, he was still a little reluctant to leave.

He held his breath, exhaled, instinctively took a step back, gripped his wrist, and then immediately released it.

His first action was to lightly touch the ground with his toes, summoning a thin stone pillar from the ground, and then—set up his phone and quickly filmed a video!
The signal inside the cave is poor, making real-time transmission impossible. It's also inconvenient to bring the professors out now so they can see this amazing sight for themselves. Therefore, the video absolutely must be filmed well, and clearly!

Having done all this, Shen Le stepped forward steadily. He opened his arms wide, palms facing forward, making a friendly gesture that indicated no hostility.

I am not your enemy, I have no ill intentions, what do you need?
Can we talk about this?

Under the bright white light, the armored soldiers' steps did not falter for a moment. Shen Le's heart pounded wildly. He suddenly slapped his right wrist hard and whispered:
"Tiger tally! Give me the tiger tally!"

There was no response. Clearly, neither Huang Yutong nor the other children in the old house could keep up with his words for the time being. Shen Le sighed, seized the opportunity, and patted his right wrist again:
"That ray of white light! The ray of white light I caught! The one sealed in the box! Give me the box too!"

With a slight jerk of his wrist, a heavy black box was ejected and landed heavily on the ground. Clearly, Huang Yutong had responded to his request this time.

As for the things guarded by the special agents inside the old house suddenly disappearing, and how they cried and screamed as if they were going to die, Shen Le couldn't care less about that for the time being...

As soon as the box landed, the entire opposing team froze instantly. Hundreds of heads turned around, and hundreds of eyes stared at him eerily, like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark night.

Shen Le held his breath instantly, staring at the nearest armored soldier, not daring to look away. He simply bent down, following his memory, and patted the box with his hand.

The lid of the box opened effortlessly, and in an instant, a bright white light shot out. Shen Le had anticipated this and caught it with the white light in his palm, raising it high.
"Is this what you're looking for? Are you looking for a talisman that can command you? — I didn't steal it, I didn't rob it! It suddenly shot out of the pool and I caught it!"

"If you want it, prove it belongs to you, then take it!"

The armored soldiers stood silently, weapons in hand. Even the sound of horns had ceased in the vast cave; only Shen Le's rapid breathing could be heard.

Shen Le raised the tiger tally and used the heat to tighten it inch by inch until it revealed its original shape. Then he swung it from left to right in a complete semicircle.

The entire troop, every armored soldier's face, turned half a circle, paused, then turned half a circle in the opposite direction—

"Hu, hu, hu..."

Shen Le took several rapid breaths, finally calming down. Good, he thought, he hadn't been beaten, which meant they still recognized the item, or at least wouldn't attack the person holding the tiger tally—

This would make communication between the two sides much easier. At the very least, it would give him more time to understand these guys' needs.
He held up the tiger tally, took a step forward, and the armored soldiers stopped in their tracks;
He took another step forward, and the armored soldiers moved slightly to make way for him;
It wasn't until Shen Le took his third step that the halberds of the front row of armored soldiers, which were slightly tilted and could touch Shen Le's chest if laid flat, suddenly turned and drew a horizontal line in front of Shen Le.

Then, the column continued to move, revealing the entire line to Shen Le. Cavalry, armored infantry, banners, drums and trumpets... one by one they passed by, as if inviting him to inspect them.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn. Shen Le was so intimidated by the atmosphere that she involuntarily straightened up and stared intently, holding her breath.

Stone figures, terracotta figures, and clay figures walked slowly, their expressions carrying an indescribable solemnity, as if they were still under the leadership of their commander.

Shen Le breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling both regret and a sense of accomplishment.

Thankfully, these soldiers didn't treat him as their commander, nor did they submit to this tiger tally. Fortunately, they didn't; he couldn't bear that responsibility!
Halfway through the procession, the entire column suddenly stopped, faced Shen Le, and simultaneously handed over their weapons—

"What?!"

Shen Le instinctively took a step back. If her phone hadn't been propped up on the stone pillar, she would have almost turned and run. Composing herself and expanding her mental energy, she realized something was wrong:

"Tsk... these weapons aren't aimed at me, are they?"

That's not true. Whether it was a halberd, a ceremonial sword, or a shield sword, they all hung neatly and uniformly at the ground, showing no intention of suddenly flipping up and stabbing at Shen Le's vital points.

Upon closer inspection, these weapons appeared somewhat dilapidated. Large patches of rust covered the blades of the halberds, almost completely obscuring the edges, leaving them pitted and uneven.

The shafts of the halberd, and the scabbards of the ceremonial sword and the shield sword, all looked somewhat precarious, as if they might break into several pieces at any moment, and the patterns on them were also dim and blurred.

Based on Shen Le's experience, these wooden items were probably already rotten to the point of near destruction, barely retaining their shape.

In the eyes of cultural relic restorers, these things are probably like the wooden hoes in the Jinsha Site Museum in Chengdu, which make professionals marvel at how this pile of rotten wood was restored to its original state.
So, when he controlled the Tiger Talisman, the metal element energy that was released was sensed by these armored soldiers, who then planned to cling to him?
"You... want me to fix them?"

Thinking of this, Shen Le finally perked up and stepped forward. He stuffed the tiger tally into the box, closed the lid, and with a flick of his left wrist, took a metal ingot from Huang Yutong and held it out slightly forward.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, his fingertips brushed across the metal ingot, condensing a point of shimmering white light, which he then slowly pointed at the halberd.

A flash of white light swept across, and a patch of rust on the halberd vanished instantly, leaving it sharp and bright, even reflecting Shen Le's image. Shen Le was slightly pleased, and just as he was about to speak, a "snap" sounded in front of him:
The halberd shaft, which was more than two meters long, broke off in the middle, and the halberd head slammed heavily onto the ground, drawing a sharp white line.

"Uh..." Shen Le stiffly raised his head and smiled. The armored soldier held up half of the halberd, motionless, neither offering it to him nor intending to poke him.

Thankfully, the other party probably doesn't care too much about this small issue, as long as the final result is good...

He thought for a moment, then lowered his head and communicated with the old house. He reached out and caught a piece of spirit wood that the old house had thrown out. He absorbed the wood element energy from it, slowly infused it into the halberd shaft, and then carefully pieced the two broken halves of the halberd shaft back together.

A small dent appeared on the surface of the spirit wood, as if it had been gently blown by the winds of time, while the halberd instantly returned to its most complete state.

The armored soldier bowed slightly, took a step to the side with his halberd, and another armored soldier instantly followed to fill the gap...

Shen Le: ...So you guys have your eyes on me, huh?
So you're trying to take advantage of me?

You think you'll only let me go after you've fixed everything today?

Turn around and leave, let them go back on their own, and then bring the professors back to investigate later. There's a 50% chance everyone will be happy, and a 50% chance everyone will have to take emergency precautions.
He should honestly repair them and put them back in their original positions. When the professors come out to look at them and find that all the cultural relics have changed, they'll beat him up.
Shen Le hesitated between the two routes for a while, sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and continued to honestly repair the equipment for the soldiers.

The process was simply adjusted: a camera and a scanner were set up on the side, one item was filmed, one item was edited, then another item was filmed, and another item was edited.
For each artifact, we meticulously photographed its condition before restoration, the restoration process, and its condition after restoration. As for whether the process was unbelievable, and whether the professors' eyes would bulge out after seeing it—

Anyway, they've already walked around the old house once, so they're mentally prepared and have the ability to accept special circumstances, aren't they?

Shen Le worked diligently, repairing thirty to fifty weapons. When he looked up again, the armored soldiers were finally a little further away from him, leaving a large open space on the ground where he could see directly into the depths of the hall.

Shen Le looked up and saw that the two doors, which had previously been completely closed and had professors peering inside from the ground, were now wide open. Two rows of armored soldiers with painted longswords at their waists were escorting a pure white carriage, which was slowly approaching!

Shen Le's breathing tightened slightly. The large carriage was decorated with a green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, and a golden phoenix spreading its wings in front, with its bells swaying gently, making a clear and peaceful sound.

A banner fluttered on the left, a long halberd on the right, feathered canopies led the way, and banners followed. The carriages were adorned with red wheels and heavy saddles, and the saddles were decorated with vibrant colors. The carriage itself was tightly covered with a layer of leather, now torn into pieces, clinging loosely to the wooden frame.

A grand carriage?

This must be the grand carriage, right?

If the coffin is not found in the entire cave, then this large carriage should be the most precious artifact among all the relics, right?
Throughout ancient history, only a handful of vehicles have been unearthed. Vehicles like the "Son of Heaven's Six-Horse Chariot" from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the chariots in the Terracotta Army, and the bronze chariot from the Leitai Han Tomb are all national treasures.
In fact, each of these vehicles could be housed in its own museum.

Because wood is prone to rot, most of the vehicles were reduced to metal and paint remnants, with only a few bronze vehicles remaining intact.

If this magnificent carriage could be preserved intact and exhibited abroad in its entirety, it would absolutely cause a sensation throughout the country!
No complete Tang Dynasty chariot has ever been unearthed before!
He took a step forward, wanting to quickly approach, then stopped abruptly. He looked left, then right, took a deep breath, and raised his voice:

"This car is too difficult to drive! I can't fix it by myself! I need guidance! -- If you allow me to bring out my teachers to give me some pointers, please step back twenty paces!"

The soldiers stood silently, not uttering a sound. Shen Le repeated himself again, to no avail. After thinking for a moment, he bent down, opened the box containing the tiger tally, raised the tally, and repeated himself a third time:

This time, as he repeated himself, he invoked the power of the copper plate, gathering the surrounding golden energy and channeling it into the tiger tally. After he finished speaking, the tiger tally suddenly shone brightly, vibrating three times in his hand:

At the same time, the white light hanging from the cave ceiling, enveloping the entire cave, also vibrated three times. Shen Le suddenly looked up, staring at the cave ceiling:

Is it that thing above?

Is it that thing in the stone coffin?
What exactly is it? Is it a living being, a heroic spirit, or something else that I cannot yet comprehend?
Fortunately, the armored soldiers finally reacted. They raised their halberds, placed their hands on their sword hilts, or lifted their reins, bowing slightly. In an orderly fashion, they stepped back, clearing a space in front of Shen Le.

Shen Le finally breathed a sigh of relief. He bent down and lowered the old house to the ground, carefully communicating with it to expand its size to 2 meters high and the width of a room.

They didn't dare to slip inside, but instead communicated with the women in their skirts, who then pushed out a young man from the Special Affairs Bureau.

"You stand here for a moment, I'll walk a few steps forward. — Okay, very good!"

The armored soldiers did not attack!
They ignored it!
Simply great!

If the armored soldiers don't attack, he should be able to protect one or two people.

"Please go back and ask a professor who specializes in ancient vehicles to come out. If you can't find one, show them the photos and ask them to recommend an expert. Just one; I can't protect more than that!"

The young man took off running inside. Shen Le waited anxiously, but after a minute, two minutes passed, and not a single person came out.

Helpless, I knocked on Huang Yutong's door, asking it to give me a message. Soon, the voice from inside the old house reached my ears:

"This is a wooden product! A wooden product! I'm an expert in restoring wooden utensils!"

"There's nothing wrong with its wooden structure! What really needs repair is the outer silk! Look at how rotten those flags are!"

"The flag isn't the most important thing, and Shen Le has enough experience in restoration—the key is the metal parts, okay? Who understands those carriage bridles, bells, shafts, and all sorts of accessories?"

"Old Meng! Old Meng, don't go out! Shen Le said it's dangerous outside!!!"

(End of this chapter)