What Jiang Lai wanted to repair was not this file bag, but a bunch of ancient books contained in the bag.

The reason why it is said to be "piled" rather than "zhang" is because these materials were poured out of the bag by Jiang Lai. They were scattered on the glass table, and after worm-eatening, rat-chewing, and acidification, the materials were already broken. The large pieces were several centimeters, and the small pieces were only the size of a fingernail. When a gust of wind came, they would blow them away and disappear without a trace.

Jiang Lai didn't even dare to touch it easily with his hands.

Now, Linglong has to use these "fragments" to test herself.

Seeing Jiang Lai looking at himself with a strange look, Linglong herself felt a little guilty and said embarrassedly: "I thought that you are a special restorator anyway, so I will use this to test you. If you succeed, our restoration room will get a precious document. If you fail, there will be no big loss. Anyway, it's already like this. Besides, I have seen Director Yun repair "broken ancient books" of this level with my own eyes."

Only then did the students realize that Linglong was going to use this pile of information to "test" the new special collection restoration room. Each of them looked red and excited, looking like she was not interested in watching the fun.

However, what he said was "Teacher Linglong, how can you do this? This is too difficult, right?", "That's right, how to practice this? It's a whole bunch of fragments.", "Teacher Jiang, I support you, you will definitely succeed, it doesn't matter if you fail."...

"How many days has Director Yun taken?" Jiang Lai's eyes were re-positioned on the pile of fragments of information, and he asked in a faint voice.

He was not angry, and this kind of thing was not worth being angry. He had repaired all the rare ancient books that were more difficult to repair than this. This time, the process was just a complicated process and the repair was more difficult.

If he can repair it, others can also repair it. Then why should he become a special treasure restorator? How can he keep the distance from others?

What's more, there are so many students watching.

"Five days." Linglong said: "The first day is to formulate a repair plan, and then it took two days to piece together the content, and the repair was completed on the fifth day. You don't have to worry about time issues. You just need to spend five days like Director Yun or more time than Director Yun..."

"Get me a mask first." Jiang said.

"Face mask?"

When Linglong was hesitating, a girl had already run over and picked up a black mask and handed it over, saying, "The mask is here."

Jiang Lai put on a mask and dared to look down at the seriously damaged ancient books.

If he didn't wear a mask, he would not dare to study the fragments at close range, for fear that if he accidentally sneezes or breathes heavier, the fragments would be blown away.

If there is a piece of paper missing, later generations can only rely on "conception" or "guess" when studying this document, because no one knows what it records together.

Many times, you only see one word missing, but in the long river of history, there is a period of history missing.

Jiang Lai directly carried out his work on Linglong workbench, picked up a few large pieces of paper with tweezers and studied it, and said, "This is the "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra" written by Dunhuang."

The Mahayana Amitabha Sutra, also known as the "Amitabha Sutra", the "Amitabha Sutra", the Indian Mahayana Buddhist Tantric scriptures. The scriptures claim that whether you copy it yourself, order people to copy it, uphold it, recite it, or receive it for reading it, you can get all kinds of blessings and merits. The two great Dharma kings of Tubo ruled by Dunhuang during the Tubo period, Chisong Dezan and Chisong Dezan believed in the blessings and merits brought by this sutra. Chisong Dezan personally made a vow to order copying the sutras across the country. Each temple has a special "sentence hall", among which the "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra" is an important copying content to seek long-term peace of the country and longevity and health of the king.

It has been more than a thousand years since the Tang Dynasty wrote scriptures. Even if the broken scriptures are broken, they are still considered "auspicious light and feathers" and are cherished by collectors of all generations.

Jiang Lai didn't expect that what he was going to repair was such an important and precious scripture.

"What?" Linglong was shocked.

When she found these fragments in the library, she had already been sealed in this file bag. The former Bihai Dahai Library had no restoration room at all. Even if the book was damaged seriously, she could only let it die. Countless precious secrets disappeared, and from then on, there was no beauty in the world.

Later, Mr. Yun Chengzhi led the establishment of a museum restoration room, systematically sorted out and counted millions of books in the Bihai University Library, and repaired and cared for some damaged books with great research significance in history.

I don’t know which staff member found this page of scripture, but found that the damage was too serious and difficult to repair. It was a pity that he threw it into this file bag.

Linglong also tried to repair it, but found that the repair was too difficult and other repair tasks were delayed, so she locked it in the drawer.

She also studied these fragments and saw from the words that this was a scripture, but she could not glance like Jiang Lai and then said with certainty that it was the "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra" written by Dunhuang.

If I really wrote the Dunhuang scriptures called "Ji Guang Chi Yu", I would be so ignorant that I would cherish and keep them properly, I would be afraid that Director Yun, who was harsh and stubborn to regard these rare ancient books as life, would definitely scold him for being bloody.

"Look here, there is a signature of the three words "Guoxing Written". "Jiang Lai used tweezers to hand the fragments as big as finger cover to Linglong's eyes. Seeing other students approaching, he also showed them in front of them, and introduced them: "The standard signature should be: the first title "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra". The final title "The Buddha said the Amitabha Sutra of the Amitabha Sect". There is a statement of the inscription of the student with the four words "An Guoxing Written". Since we already know that this is a volume of the "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra" and we know its standard signature, is it easy to piece together these fragments?"

When working together pieces, the most feared thing is that you don’t know what the pieces you piece together are, so you can only do puzzles according to the shape and size of the pieces. It takes time and effort and is easy to make mistakes. However, if you know the complete content of a scripture, you will get twice the result with half the effort when pieced together.

"Teacher Jiang, how do you know that this is the "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra"?" A student asked. Ignoring the appearance of the man in front of him, it seems that he is indeed unique in repair. Naturally, the students will not miss such an opportunity to ask for advice.

“Because I’ve read it.”

"Teacher Jiang, have you seen such scriptures before? How do you know the standard signature?"

"A Dunhuang scripture was once sold at the 2011 Beijing Chengxuan autumn auction."

"Wow, it's also on auction? Then this scripture will definitely be worth a lot of money if it is repaired?"

"It's worth a lot of money." Jiang said: "However, this is a museum collection and should not be sold."

"Can it be repaired?" Linglong asked. She didn't know the content of these fragments before, so it doesn't matter whether they are repaired or not. There are many seriously damaged ancient books, and not every one can be repaired. Even she used these fragments to test Jiang Lai just now, and she also had the idea of ​​"If you can't repair them well, there will be no loss."

However, since you know that this is the "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra" written by Dunhuang, you must find ways to repair it.

Jiang didn't raise his head, and Yun Danfeng looked calm and said, "Of course. Have you done acid removal before?"

"Yes." Linglong's face turned slightly red and she said awkwardly: "I have sprayed acid removal potion before and thought about repairing it myself, but it was delayed because of some things..."

"Very good." Jiang Lai didn't care what Linglong was thinking. He just needed to know that because the work Linglong did before saved him a lot of time and procedures. "Is the photo number done, right?"

Many ancient books have been acidified, so acid removal is a work that must be done before repairing. Spray a specially configured potion on the page and then dry for several days before the acid removal work can be completed.

"It's done all." Linglong said. He thanked Jiang Lai for not asking questions in detail and asked questions like "Since you have done the acid removal work, why hasn't you repaired it?" He was also a little annoyed that Nu Lai didn't take her seriously at all. "Before repairing, I'm going to take photos and archive them to record the basic knowledge of various existing diseases in ancient books. How could I not know about it?"

"A piece of hemp paper." Jiang Lai said out loud. "I want old hemp paper as the bottom."

This scripture has become fragments, and even if it is pieced together and sticky, it is easy to break again. A piece of paper with the same qualifications as it must be used as the foundation. Only in this way can it be preserved for a long time.

Soon, a student went to the paper warehouse to pick up a piece of old hemp paper and sent it over.

Jiang Lai smoothed the old hemp paper flatly on the glass table, and then began to piece together the content of the "Mahayana Amitabha Sutra" on the hemp paper.

His head was lowered, his body leaned forward, his eyes focused on the small pieces of paper spreading on the table, and his tweezers in his hands clamped the fine pieces of paper together according to the content and the gap to piece them together in the middle.

His movements were swift and evenly symmetrical. His eyes were like a pair of electronic radars, and he could always find the piece he needed from the pile of debris.

Quiet, calm, gentle and graceful.

In Linglong's eyes, Jiang Lai looked completely different when she was working and when she first saw her. When she first saw her, she looked like bamboos and pine, which was tall and tall, but was too cold. Now Jiang Lai was like orchids and willows, soft and elegant.

Jiang Lai didn't speak, and no one onlookers spoke.

Everyone was silent, as if they could blow away the pieces of paper on the table with just one mouth, for fear of disturbing the man's restoration process and the spiritual world presented.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon, half an hour passed. It was like a biological alarm clock in my body. Jiang Lai stopped the work at hand, then stood up, moved his stiff neck and waist and shoulders, and asked, "Is there any music? Let's have a song "Drunk Concubine".

"Yes." A girl replied excitedly. She didn't even know why she was so excited. Even though she spent hundreds of dollars to see her idol's concert last time, she still got her autograph through her relationship, and did not feel excited at this moment. She took out her cell phone from her pocket, turned on the commonly used music player, and said, "Is it Li Yugang's "The Drunken Concubine"?"

"No, it's Mei Lanfang's "The Drunken Concubine". Jiang Lai said firmly: "It has been released for many years and is not new at all."
Chapter completed!