The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 740 Original Taiping Jing, personally transmitted by Zhang Jiao, sir, which tomb did you excavate? (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month)

"No way..."

Shen Le sat blankly in front of the workbench, the clay blocks scattered here and there, some high and some low, lying silently in front of him.

Whether you reach out to touch it or use your mental energy to probe it, you can no longer sense any fluctuations:
"Why did it stop now?!"

"Why did you drag me back now!"

"At least let me finish this life! Let me see Mr. Kongming one last time!"

Complaining was useless. Shen Le picked up the pottery pieces, put them down, picked them up again, and put them down again, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't make a sound.

He could only guess:
Either the memories contained in these pottery pieces end here, or they don't include any content related to Zhuge Liang at all.

Either this part of the pottery is relatively incomplete, and he needs to find the rest—find more of its components, and piece the pottery pieces together into a whole, or at least piece together a slightly more complete part.

However, Shen Le did not immediately begin to work, or immediately use his mental power to permeate these ceramic blocks, trigger another resonance, and call upon their other components.

He closed his eyes slightly, sorting through the information he had seen in this memory, then turned on his computer and began typing furiously:
There's nothing particularly noteworthy about Zhang Jiao's history and battles. However, his 170 volumes of the *Taiping Jing* are worth recording:
A third of this technique has been lost!
The complete version still existed during the Song Dynasty—but it was destroyed during the Yuan Dynasty and began to be incomplete. By the Qing Dynasty, only 119 volumes remained!
Moreover, the version circulating now is the one that Yu Ji received from Zhang Jiao, and then Tao Hongjing obtained it through various channels. The version I've recorded is a direct transmission from Zhang Jiao himself! A direct transmission!
Who is Yu Ji? I didn't see anyone named Yu Ji during the years I followed Zhang Jiao!

Shen Le first downloaded an electronic version of the "Taiping Jing", opened the editing mode, and then started typing away.

Hmm, there's an extra paragraph here, a missing paragraph here, and a typo here; it seems to be a copying error circulating online...

An entire volume is missing here, but thankfully I've already memorized it all...

Most importantly, many of the magical techniques he learned from Zhang Jiao are found in the *Taiping Jing* (Scripture of Great Peace). The 170-volume scripture contains twenty or thirty magical techniques!

Spells like summoning thunder, earthquakes, and turning beans into soldiers are rarely used now; however, spells such as dust removal, water diversion, and even the ritual of consecrating Yellow Turban warriors to make them work for you are still very useful.

At least, the paper figures on the Yunkun ship, and the clay figurines in the pen holder, should be more spiritual and last longer if they were refined with magic.

With this in mind, Shen Le typed even faster. He searched his memory, repeatedly reciting the "Taiping Jing" and annotating it with the various spells he had learned.

He can type 1,000 words per hour, 10,000 words a day, and 100,000 words in ten days.

That's impossible, of course. Shen Le dawdled, constantly slacking off—no, constantly trying out various spells in the modern world.

It must be admitted that in this era, compared to Zhang Jiao's time, the primordial energy of heaven and earth is much thinner and less active.

Most spells were somewhat clunky and difficult to execute; a large portion of them, Shen Le relied on the force of the giant bricks to forcibly activate them.

Oh, there are still some that won't activate. For example, "Thunder God, help me!" Shen Le brandished the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword, and just as he pointed it at the sky, the whole house crackled with a sound.

Then, I heard Qingdeng's slightly grumpy, somewhat unhappy voice:

[Boss, what are you doing? Are you going to use lightning? If you're going to use lightning, call me!]

I, Qingdeng, am Shen Le's lightning master, the foremost expert in using lightning. If Shen Le wants to use lightning magic, it must be my exclusive right; it cannot be given to anyone else!

what?
Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword?
That thing isn't a spirit, nor is it alive! In short, if Shen Le wants to use it to cast lightning spells, he must get Qingdeng's permission and act as an intermediary!
Shen Le: "..."

Alright then...

"Qingdeng, I'm reviewing some ancient spells. I need to confirm that these spells can still be used before I can write them down in the book... Be good, don't help me, let me try them myself..."

Look, look, as the master, as the repairer and enlightener of these artifact spirits, he still has to speak nicely and politely to them, and smooth their fur before he can obtain the right to use magic.

Is this even justified?

After many stumbles and various efforts, Shen Le finally finished compiling the complete "Taiping Jing", also known as "Taiping Qingling Shu", after more than half a month.

Only then did he make a phone call to his designated contact, Gu Yulin, a member of the Special Affairs Bureau stationed in Zhuxi Town who had nothing better to do than respond to his requests:

"Hello? It's like this, I have an original copy of the 'Taiping Jing' with spell annotations. Do you want it?"

"Yes! Of course I want it!" Gu Yulin rushed over. A few hours later, the director of the Binhai City Special Affairs Bureau, along with a high-ranking official from the Zheng Yi Sect who happened to be attending a meeting there, also arrived at lightning speed.
"Are you sure this is the original? The original? Where was it unearthed? Can you take us to see it? Or, would you like to see your restored version? Is it a paper version or a lacquered bamboo slip?"

Shen Le: "..."

If I told you this was the computer version I typed out in full, would you all be so angry you'd turn around and leave...?

Obviously not. The old Taoist priest from the Zhengyi sect had long heard of Shen Le's reputation and knew he wouldn't joke about something like this.

I received a thick stack of A4 paper, still piping hot, fresh from the printer, and not even bound yet. I adjusted my reading glasses and started reading right away:

"This chapter is not in the current version... This chapter is not in the current version either... This chapter... Huh? Mr. Shen, where did you get it from? This is a secret version of our Celestial Master's Mansion, a version passed down from generation to generation!"

"The version shown to outsiders has subtle differences from the secret version, which is unknown to those who are not direct descendants!"

"Ah, this..." Shen Le inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again. After thinking for a moment, she still felt it wasn't quite right to explain:

“Just pretend I was dreaming…or rather, these artifacts,” he gestured in a large circle.

"You transmitted their dreams to me?" The bureau chief nodded repeatedly, his expression saying, "Fine, don't tell me if you don't want to, we believe whatever you say anyway." The old Taoist priest, however, pondered for a moment, his expression becoming solemn:

"However, your version is definitely not from the Zhengyi sect. The annotations are different; they are much earlier than ours—wait, there are even Zhang Jiao's own arguments recorded here?"

Shen Le: "..."

Oh no! I got carried away while writing and accidentally included everything from "what Zhang Jiao said," to "the power of Zhang Jiao's spell," to "the backlash Zhang Jiao suffered"...

Is it too late for me to snatch it back and delete it?
After thinking about it, he decided against it. The old Taoist priest was so engrossed that he read three more chapters in one go, until the bureau chief kicked him twice and elbowed him, finally pulling his attention away from the A4 paper.

Seeing the bureau chief staring at him expectantly, he thought for a moment, then said seriously:
"It's the original. It's a completely new and perfect ancient version, far more complete than the one we have."

Mr. Shen, what must we offer in exchange for this set of immortal books from you?

The bureau chief opened his mouth, then closed it again, then opened it again, then closed it again, his face filled with anxiety. Shen Le contacted us! He contacted our Special Affairs Bureau first!
If this set of books is to be given, it will be given to us. We will study its spells, and our Special Affairs Bureau will use it for research. Then it will be supplied to our Special Affairs Bureau personnel and exchanged with various sects that cooperate with us!

Why do you immediately try to skip us and switch places with Mr. Shen? Such prejudice is unacceptable!

However, if he dared to say those words, an argument would immediately break out. After all, he was the one who brought the person, and he was the one who asked the other to come and help authenticate the ancient book.

The bureau chief had no choice but to shut his mouth and look at Shen Le with a pleading expression:

Please! Please!!!
Give it to us!!!

Shen Le observed his expression and smiled slightly. He first nodded to the old Taoist priest, then looked at the bureau chief:
“My idea is to prioritize handing this over to the Special Affairs Bureau—after all, when Zhang Jiao passed down the Taiping Jing, he didn't intend to keep it to himself. He wanted to…”

At this point, a lump formed in his throat; the image of Zhang Jiao brandishing his wooden sword, pointing to the sky to cast a spell, and collapsing from exhaustion, spitting blood, was still vivid in his mind. Shen Le took a heavy breath before continuing:

"Seeing that everyone can have enough to eat and everyone can enjoy peace and tranquility, it would be best to hand over this book and these magical arts to the state and let the state make arrangements for them."

"But--"

The old Taoist priest grew anxious. Shen Le immediately turned to look at him:

"Of course, we must acknowledge that the scriptures have been passed down through generations, from the beginning to the Zhengyi sect. Therefore, we can also give a set of these scriptures to the Zhengyi sect?"

The old Taoist priest's expression softened instantly. Shen Le, on the other hand, stared at him:
"By the way, this scripture won't have been transmitted to the other side, will it? I remember that the previous generation of Celestial Masters seemed to have fled to a small island..."

"The moment he left, he ceased to be a Celestial Master!" the old Taoist priest replied grimly and angrily. He paused, then, remembering he shouldn't vent his anger on Shen Le, changed his expression and said seriously:
"A Celestial Master is one who is conferred a title by the state and serves the country. That guy claims to be a direct descendant and did take away a portion of the inheritance, but he couldn't take the most essential things with him!"
Of course, now that we have the original "Taiping Jing" given to us by Mr. Shen, and with the additional spells you've added, we are even more confident and have even less reason to pay him any attention!

"That's right, that's right!" Shen Le nodded vigorously.
"The thirty-six chieftains, including Yu Ji, Gong Chong, and Tao Hongjing, have been continuously passed down and supplemented. There is no reason for them to be monopolized by one family or one surname!"
The most important thing is who can use it well and maximize its effectiveness!

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest felt a weight lifted from his heart. He solemnly bowed in gratitude, then said earnestly:
"Even so, I cannot accept your kindness for nothing. Mr. Shen, I will prepare a gift of gratitude for you as soon as I get back. If you have any needs, please feel free to tell me—"

The bureau chief opened his mouth slightly and raised his hand slightly, as if to say, "Me too." Shen Le nodded and smiled at the two of them.

"I don't have any particular needs for the time being. It's just that I'd like to practice the spells on this, and also try to conjure some bean soldiers or Yellow Turban warriors. What do you think..."

"No problem!" the old Taoist priest immediately replied.
"I'll have them send you a whole cartload of talisman paper, ink, cinnabar, and all sorts of magical materials and tools right away! Pick the best of everything!"

I possess a lineage that has been passed down for thousands of years, containing various talismans, spellcasting techniques, and numerous notes from predecessors. I've had them copied and am sending you a copy!

The head of the Special Affairs Bureau was frozen in place. "I've already told you everything, what else can I say?"
Aside from all those things, it seems the Special Affairs Bureau can only offer Shen Le money... In the realm of the extraordinary, being "so poor that all you have left is money" is not a compliment; it's a complete tragedy...

"Um... I need your help with something." Fortunately, Shen Le had already turned around, smiling and bowing politely. The bureau chief's spirits lifted.
"Just tell me!"

"It's like this, Yun Kun said a few days ago that he wanted to get a droopy hairstyle..."

The bureau chief inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, and exhaled again. This wasn't his responsibility!
Yun Kun is a naval warship that has already entered service, has an official number, and even receives a salary (who knows why a warship would receive a salary!).

Its maintenance, upkeep, modifications—everything about it—is under the Navy's jurisdiction; the Special Affairs Bureau has no say in it!
Oh, the Special Affairs Bureau only needs to comment on matters related to the supernatural, that is, to consider the question of "how to disguise it".

How can we dig a hole in the deck of the Cloud Kun and install one (or several?) vertical launch systems without affecting the overall spiritual energy layout of the Cloud Kun?

Preventing it from falling in rank, or even "severely injured" or "dying" as a spirit, is the job of the Special Affairs Bureau.

However, whether or not to install it was a decision the Navy had to make; the Special Affairs Bureau had to comply with the overall plan and had no room to interfere…

Mr. Shen, you're spoiling the child way too much! Yun Kun isn't a ship for fighting! If it wants to attack from a distance, find it a flying sword;
It wants to defend itself at close range, so you need to find it a set of flying swords and a central defensive sword tower to control the flying swords;

Not satisfied with that? You want more, even more! Have you considered that a wooden boat can't hold that much stuff?
“Okay… I’ll go ask… If Yun Kun can undergo such modifications, all modification costs will be borne by the Special Affairs Bureau…”

He answered somewhat reluctantly. Shen Le smiled with relief, took out her phone, and casually dialed a number:
"Hey? Yun Kun, where are you?"

"Just emerged from the whirlpool!" Yun Kun exclaimed, his spirits high, his tone practically bursting with joy.

"Boss! I took Xiaoling and the others to a performance for the troops! The performances were really interesting! Boss, could I go to a border outpost for a performance?"

Shen Le: "...You expect me to carry you up a 5,000-meter-high mountain?!"

(End of this chapter)