The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 795 Go quickly and invite the Buddha of the Western Paradise—no, go quickly and invite the school professor!

Shen Le extended a sliver of his spiritual energy, carefully circling the ball of golden energy a few times. The golden energy was chillingly cold; even a slight approach caused a sharp, painful sting, as if one's brain were about to be sliced ​​off.

Shen Le circled around several times, but couldn't even get close, let alone investigate what was inside—the only thing he could be sure of was that there was more than one item inside, at least two or three.

He circled around several times but couldn't find his way in. He had no choice but to stop for the time being and explore the other artifacts in the lacquer box.

The gold-painted tablets occupied two-thirds of the box's volume, while the right third was filled with neatly stacked bundles of bamboo slips.

The binding ropes of the bamboo slips show obvious signs of damage, it's unclear whether they broke three times during the process of reading or began to rot during the long preservation process;
However, even with extreme caution, Shen Le used his mental energy to examine the bamboo slips and could sense that they were extremely fragile.

When he touched it with his spiritual energy, it felt as if it were about to disintegrate into bamboo strands. The ink and vermilion markings on it were faintly visible, giving him the impression that it was about to detach from the bamboo slips and dissolve in water...

Help! How do I get this thing out?
These water-soaked bamboo slips are so fragile that they're probably not even worth touching!

Shen Le's only consolation now is that he has taken all the necessary protective measures. When lifting the clod of earth, he did so as steadily and gently as possible, without tilting or suddenly starting, thus avoiding overloading it.
During the process of taking it out and packing it into a box, he used his mental power to firmly wrap the soil clod, preventing it from exchanging air with the outside world and preventing even a little bit of oxygen from entering it.

After taking it out, immediately put it into a storage box, fill it with nitrogen, and turn off the lights...

Isolate it from oxygen, vibration, and light; maintain a constant temperature. If there's anything he didn't do right, it's that he shouldn't have touched the artifact in the first place…

He used his mental energy to carefully examine the bamboo slips, confirming that there was nothing rolled up inside or pressed down underneath.

Once everything was confirmed, a thin plate made of immortal jade was inserted to separate the bamboo slip section from the gold-plated plate.

First, use your mental power to gently lift the silk painting covering it, and respectfully "invite" it into a special storage box. Then, piece by piece, begin to lift the gilded plaque.

Lift one piece, seal it up, lift another piece, seal it up again...

The women in their flowing skirts bustled about in the dark laboratory. They operated night-vision recording equipment, pushed in storage boxes to seal gold-plated slabs, filled them with nitrogen, numbered them, labeled them, and stored them in different categories…

They took on 80-90% of Shen Le's work, and Shen Le didn't need to give orders or provide instructions on operational details at all.

One by one, the gilded panels were removed, and finally, the golden light in the center revealed its true form:
Shen Le took a deep breath. The room was almost dark, but fortunately, for a cultivator, the darkness did not obstruct his vision.

He could see clearly that in the center of the gold-painted plate was no longer a lacquer box, but a dark, rough-looking object that clashed completely with the exquisite silk painting and the delicate gold-painted plate.
A clay pot.

One of them was not even perfectly shaped, had a rough surface, a large piece chipped off the rim, and the glaze on the outside was pitted and uneven, making it look like a pottery jar that you could just buy at the market...

If the Hejiacun pottery urns were of this quality, then those two urns containing gold, silver, and jade artifacts probably wouldn't have been preserved intact until they were discovered...

Shen Le sighed silently. He dared not move the pottery jar, so he could only fly up and look down through the rim. The contents inside were scattered and almost completely broken:

A roll of silk, equally soaked with water, was dark in color and, because it was rolled up, its contents were completely unrecognizable.
The broken dagger, with its silvery edge, has not decayed even after a thousand years. Only the edge is covered with a layer of blackened material, making it impossible to tell what it is made of.
A rather large piece of iron, heavily rusted, was almost impossible to discern its original shape. It could only be barely made out that there was a piece of wood stuck in it.

There was also a piece that looked like a bamboo or wood product, which had softened so much that it was almost flattened on the bottom of the pottery jar, making it impossible to tell what it originally was...

However, within these things—whether soft silk, a sharp broken dagger, rusted remnants of iron, or nearly rotten bamboo and wood—there swirled a golden light, chilling and menacing.

It can be seen with the naked eye, and ordinary people may be able to come into contact with it, but with the spiritual power of a cultivator, as long as they get even a little close, they will be shattered by that blazing golden light!
Shen Le stared at the lacquered box, at the fragile silk inside, at the bamboo slips that seemed ready to fall apart at any moment, and at the unidentified objects in the pottery urn. His expression grew increasingly somber.

Even standing just outside the safe deposit box, he could sense the nature of the golden light emanating from the earthenware urn. Sharp, chilling, unstoppable, and selfless:
Intuition told him that as long as everything in this lacquer box was repaired, the answer he needed would be right in front of him, and he would be able to perfectly control the golden light on the edge of the Dragon Lord's Dharma Boat.

But, to fix these things...

Are you kidding me?!
His spiritual power can restrain water flow, condense soil, inscribe formations in immortal jade, and restrain the golden light emanating from the pottery urn.

But these cultural relics, these extremely fragile, waterlogged relics...

He didn't dare touch it at all!
Let alone dehydrating, shaping, reinforcing, or repairing them, he didn't dare move those bamboo slips at all, for fear that they would fall apart if he moved them even slightly!

What, you're going to fix it by following the solution given in the paper?
Good idea, let's see how it's written in the paper:
"Place them on a glass plate and put them in steam. After a few minutes, when they have softened to a certain extent, gently flatten them with a glass plate and then slowly straighten them with glass strips on the left and right sides."

Once the bamboo slips are straightened, they are removed from the steam and allowed to cool, which corrects any warping.

It's written very simply. Come on, let's get started—what temperature is the steam? What's the pressure? How many minutes is "a few minutes"? What does "softening to a certain degree" mean?
Gently press the glass plate flat. What type of glass plate is it? Should we consider the acid and alkali corrosion that may occur when the glass plate comes into contact with bamboo slips or steam?

How light is it to gently flatten it? How slow is it to slowly straighten it?
If you don't know any of these questions, go ahead and try. You'll find yourself silent the moment you try, and you'll ruin every single bamboo slip you try...

If any link in the chain goes wrong, these priceless treasures, these treasures that have been fortunate enough to be preserved to this day over the long years, will all be reduced to nothing in his hands!
This is a crime!

This is a crime against the nation and against history!
Shen Le took a deep breath, and a mixture of awe, tension, and determination gradually appeared on his face.

He instructed the women to carefully adjust the storage box, setting all parameters to the most stable maintenance state.
He then took out a pile of immortal jade, carefully inscribed the array, and surrounded these treasures to ensure that no vibration, environmental changes, or spell variations would affect their condition.
Only then did he rush out of the mansion, casually shrinking Huang Yutong to the size of a die and hanging it back on the bracelet.

Then, a handful of jade pieces were placed around the pit where he had dug out the soil, trying to maintain the pit's condition so that it wouldn't collapse or fall over. Even the water that had been soaking the soil was restrained and stopped flowing, and the surrounding air was prevented from exchanging with the outside world...

Then he turned and left. He dashed out of the cave and stood in the deep darkness of night. He pulled out his phone, checked to make sure there was a signal, took a deep breath, and grimaced:

"Fine, I'm in the same boat whether I stick my neck out or not, might as well get yelled at sooner rather than later! Hey, boss..."

As night deepened, Professor Han groggily woke up and casually turned off his phone. It rang again, he pressed the button again, it rang three times, and he pressed it three more times.

Finally, the phone stopped vibrating and instead displayed a long message:
"Master, save me! I've unearthed a beautiful lacquer box near the place where Guiguzi lectured in Yunmeng Mountain, Yuzhou. Inside are many water-soaked silk scrolls and bamboo slips! Master, save me!!!"

Professor Han instantly snapped out of his daze. He specialized in the restoration of ancient buildings, a field far removed from bamboo slips and silk manuscripts, and he had virtually no involvement in it.

Even so, he knew the significance of a lacquered box, a batch of water-soaked silk scrolls, and water-soaked bamboo slips.

As long as the silk scrolls and bamboo slips contain even a little bit of information, they are at least national treasures!
"what's the situation?"

He sat bolt upright in bed, completely ignoring the blanket slipping off his body and bringing a chill:

"Where exactly did you find it? You dug it yourself?! You... never mind, what's the situation now?"

"There's a complete layer of blue clay sealing material on site..." Shen Le forced himself to speak clearly, making sure the teacher could understand him without any effort, but his speaking speed kept increasing:
"In a temperature-controlled storage box filled with nitrogen, I opened the layer of blue clay and found a well-preserved lacquer box with vibrant colors inside."

I immediately turned off the light, then opened the lacquer box. Inside were brightly colored silk paintings, bamboo slips with legible writing, silk books with faded writing, and... and unidentified metal and bamboo/wood fragments!

"Phew..." Shen Le heard his mentor let out a long sigh over the phone. Before he could even relax, his mentor pressed him with further questions:
"Then what?"

"Then... I'm temporarily storing them in storage boxes, with plenty of nitrogen and a constant temperature, but those organic artifacts are all saturated with water and extremely fragile!"

Boss, help! We urgently need an archaeological excavation team and a team of cultural relic restoration experts!!!

Professor Han held back, and held back again, refraining from scolding Shen Le on the spot, considering that Shen Le had recently found the "Inscription on the Sealing of the Wolf and Dwelling in the Wilderness." He simply gave instructions quickly:

"Did you take photos? Did you record videos? If you have photos and videos, send them to me quickly, I'll take them to the meeting at school! This isn't something I can decide on my own!"

Shen Le... Shen Le really didn't film or record anything. Fortunately, all his unpacking work was done in the lab, which is equipped with cameras year-round, allowing for multi-angle video recording.

He nodded repeatedly, then quickly plunged back into the old house, asking the girls in their skirts to help edit the video and take screenshots. He packed everything up and respectfully sent it to his mentor's email address.
Then he plunged into the ground, then into the hotel, shook Gu Yulin up, and sent him a copy of the video and pictures, telling him to quickly forward them to the Special Affairs Bureau.

These artifacts, especially those in the pottery jars, clearly possess powerful, extraordinary abilities! The Special Affairs Bureau must intervene and establish an isolation barrier to allow professors to guide the restoration safely.

Of course, with the Special Affairs Bureau stepping in to smooth things over, Shen Le estimated that he would get scolded less...

Of course, they still had to endure the criticism. The next day at noon, the first batch of support from the Special Affairs Bureau rushed into the mountains, cordoned off a large area at the entrance of the cave, and built a passage leading to the site where the cultural relics were discovered;

The following evening, Shen Le's mentor, Professor Han, along with professors from B University specializing in lacquerware restoration, bamboo slip restoration, ironware restoration, silk restoration, and Qin and Han archaeology, rushed over in a great hurry, accompanied by their doctoral students.

After glancing at the cave entrance, the elderly professor, his hair graying, gripped a rock and prepared to rush inside.

"Wait! Wait a minute!!!"

Shen Le quickly spread her arms to stop him:

"Boss! Boss! Can we take a look at the artifacts first? Is it alright if we just take a look at the artifacts first?"

Sure, of course. A group of professors had dealt with Shen Le more than once, and even those who hadn't directly interacted with him had heard about it from colleagues. They weren't surprised at all that Shen Le could set up a small house on the spot and step inside into another world.

They followed Shen Le into the mansion, turned a corner, and entered the laboratory. Through the hastily erected isolation barrier, they watched Shen Le operate the low-light camera, filming things for them one by one.

Blue clay, lacquer boxes, silk paintings, gold-painted plaques, bamboo slips, pottery jars, a dagger inside a pottery jar, scraps of iron, silk, bamboo and wood...

The more they looked, the more solemn their expressions became, especially the two professors who were repairing waterlogged bamboo slips and waterlogged silk. They were already simulating how to operate by twisting and lifting their hands in the air.

Professor Han, however, remained uninvolved, though his face was grim. He turned around and slapped Shen Le on the forehead.
"You dare to dig this up?!"

"I……"

"Do you even know what this is? Do you know what dynasty this belongs to? You dared to open it? And only after you've opened it do you think of calling for help?!"

"Oh—Boss, boss, let me explain..."

"You still won't stop when you see the blue clay?! Tell me, what era was blue clay commonly used in?!"

"From the Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Qin and Han dynasties..."

"From the Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Qin and Han dynasties! Not last week! Not the Qin and Han dynasties of Sun Paopao's son! You dare to dig up green clay?! You have absolutely no respect for the country's archaeological system, laws and regulations?!"

"Boss, it wasn't my intention to dig it up—I accidentally touched it while exploring, and it was almost broken, so I had to pull it out!" Shen Le wailed, clutching his head.
"This was guided to me by Pengli Zelongjun. It is an ancient celestial artifact, not just a simple ancient relic!"

"Boss, boss, look how many people from the Special Affairs Bureau have come! Look at the readings on the detector! I'm really not lying to you!!!"

(End of this chapter)