Buddha's Head! Stop Fighting the Buddha Statue! You'll Really Kill Someone!

Of course, the livestream was put on hold.

For the Silk Skirts—or rather, for the Artifact Spirits formed from the lingering thoughts of those Qinhuai singing girls sheltered by Buddhism—repairing this Buddha statue mattered far more than any performance or entertainment.

Under Shen Le's direction, black hair surged forth and wrapped around the Buddha's head. With extreme gentleness and speed, it peeled away the remaining sheets of Gold Foil one by one.

If Shen Le had used Tweezers to remove it bit by bit, an area the size of a bowl would have taken an hour. Yet the black hair stripped the Buddha's head completely clean in less than fifteen minutes.

Then, following the sections Shen Le had mapped out beforehand, it delivered each sheet of Gold Foil to its designated area.

Once Shen Le had cast seventeen or eighteen Cleaning Spells and removed all the remaining gold adhesive lacquer from the foil, he bagged it and labeled it.

Once all that was done, the Silk Skirts gathered in a cluster and watched eagerly as Shen Le invited Lady Shiji over to reinforce the Buddha's head and repair its damage.

Stone powder drifted down in swishes, gathering over the Buddha's head and flowing naturally. Before long, the bridge of its nose, its earlobes, its hair bun, and all manner of hair ornaments...

The places that had been chipped, knocked loose, cracked, or worn away over the passage of time were swiftly restored in full by the stone powder.

The entire Buddha's head looked brand-new, returned to the most exquisite and perfect state it had possessed when it was first carved.

"Alright! Lady Shiji, I'll have to trouble you once more—please connect the Buddha's head to its body!"

Shen Le was overjoyed. After a trip to the Jin Region, a voyage