The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 371 Shen Le, come and put some pressure on the Holy See?

Footsteps rush.

The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau quickly crossed the team and stood in front of Shen Le.

The old Taoist priest walked slowly, seemingly without even taking a step, but suddenly stood in front of Shen Le.

As for the deputy director, he quickly moved closer to the two cultural relics experts. He casually stepped aside and hid them in the corner, blocking them behind him:

"What? Can we regard your intention as a threat?!"

Shen Le's eyebrows were already raised, but when he heard the deputy director speak, he calmed down again. He reached out and gently pushed the young man behind him, looking directly at Father Campbell:
"Do you mean that if the power between the two sides is unbalanced, you will attack the other side, and in the process of attack, you will hurt us?"

Father Campbell's face darkened. No way, no way, aren't Chinese people always polite, reserved, and gentle?
How come you can't even bear a single word and start scolding on the spot?

"I'm not--"

He tried to save the situation. Shen Le did not give him room to explain and continued:

"Or, do you mean that after these people from the blood clan and the werewolf clan have repaired their holy weapons, they will attack you and kill us in the process?"

"We won't!"

"Of course we won't!"

Several big men from the dark world said in unison. Shen Le snorted and turned away. Behind him, the old Taoist priest waved his whisk slowly and said calmly:

"Even if something unexpected happens, we have the ability to protect ourselves, the cultural relics, and our compatriots. The universe is boundless, and the universe can borrow the power of the law—"

A colorful light suddenly lit up from his whisk. The five-colored light rotated, and the shadows of the Five Mountains, Mount Tai, Mount Heng, Mount Hua, Mount Heng, and Mount Song, quietly emerged.

Just showing a shadow, in the direction of the whisk waving, several priests' knees weakened and they almost fell to their knees:
Good weight!

So heavy!

The moment the five peaks appeared, they felt as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs.

No, it's not even about carrying a mountain on his back, but from the muscles to the bones to the internal organs, to the heartbeat and breathing, all of them were instantly under more than double the pressure.

To describe it in scientific terms, it is like enduring an overload of one G!
And this is even when the power of the Lord is protecting them all the time!

When will China's spellcasters be able to exert such powerful force on our land?
Shen Le smiled with satisfaction. When he waved the whisk just now, he clearly felt that the copper piece responded to the old Taoist's spell.

The land under his feet is connected to the core territory of China. Therefore, when the old Taoist priest called for the power of the Five Sacred Mountains, the Five Sacred Mountains naturally responded to him!

So you saw it?

So you are satisfied?

If one person's spellcasting strength can be increased, it means that many people's spellcasting strength can be increased!

As long as we confirm that we can establish a home environment, at worst we can recruit people from China!

Father Campbell's face became more and more solemn. Several powerful men from the dark forces looked worried and happy, and invited the friends from China to the meeting room at the end of the corridor and invited them to take a seat.

Then, he took out two hardcover, metal-wrapped octavo books at least two inches thick and placed them in front of Shen Le:

"Take a look. These are our holy vessels. Which ones can you be sure to repair?"

Beside Shen Le, two cultural relics experts stood up at the same time and walked over quickly. After flipping through a few pages, they exchanged glances quickly:
These bronze artifacts, stone carvings, wood carvings, portraits, and tapestries are not difficult to restore!

Domestic experts have rich experience in repairing these artifacts!
We can even let domestic experts take charge of most of the restoration work, and Shen Le will only be responsible for the - well, spiritual - restoration!

Repair more items and earn more!
This is a first-class cultural relic!

However, Shen Le read the two big books from beginning to end, and then from end to beginning, but still could not come to a conclusion.

The two cultural relics experts stared at him closely, eager to answer for him. The big shot from the Palace Museum even pushed Shen Le's elbow:
"Which one is problematic? Which one are you unsure about? If you have any questions, just ask us directly. If we don't understand something, we can call in experts from China!"

Shen Le forced a smile at them. "Teachers, you don't want me to suddenly become an expert in cultural relic restoration, do you?"

Up to now, I am only more experienced with wooden objects. Stone objects mainly rely on Shiji Niangniang, and bronze objects are impossible to fool.

I don't understand Western oil painting at all. What is a tapestry? Can I repair it the same way I repair silk?

the most important is……

"I need to see the real thing. Mainly, I need to communicate with the spirits in these holy objects to make sure that the spirits are still there and can be nurtured before I can repair them.

If we can't communicate, we can't restore it, and it's useless to repair it - you want a holy artifact, not a cultural relic, right?"

Two cultural relics experts: "..."

"..."

This is where our knowledge goes astray...

What is a holy weapon? What is spirituality? Forget it. Let’s just shut up…

"Anyway, if you have any questions, just ask. Experts from all over the country are standing behind you!"

Shen Le nodded to them gratefully, followed several big men from the dark world out of the hotel, and headed straight underground.

The two experts followed curiously, turning left and right, taking a small boat, passing through a tunnel, and finally entering the Paris Cemetery again.

This time, after turning two corners, Shen Le stopped suddenly, speechless:
"Why, are these the coffins you want me to repair?"

It’s not in the atlas!

In the atlas, what you provided all looked quite normal!
What does it mean that there are more than 10 or 20 coffins lined up on the ground? Have you dragged out your beds?!

"Actually... the coffin is used to hold holy objects. However, if you are willing to repair it, we can also... give you a separate reward?"

Prince Allen looked at Shen Le with some embarrassment.

These coffins were filled with a lot of dead energy. They were great recovery devices when they were tired, injured, or simply wanted to sleep. When they were not needed, or when they lost their owners, these coffins were great containers for preserving their holy vessels...

Shen Le shook his head and didn't want to say anything.

He walked forward quickly. A dozen vampires emerged silently from the darkness. Groups of four removed the coffin lid and pushed the workbench across. The rest of them put on gloves and moved the contents onto the workbench.
"Mummy? This is a mummy, isn't it? - Is this mummy useful to you?"

"It is indeed useful to us." Prince Allen accompanied Shen Le. Seeing him half-bending over and staring at the table, and then circling around the small mummy, he said expressionlessly:
"Although it's a cat mummy, it can still be very useful in gathering dead energy and soothing our restless power. At least, it's much more useful than using it as an aphrodisiac!"

Shen Le: →_→

I didn't know you could tell jokes!
He turned around a few times, spread out his mental power, and tried to sense the cat-shaped mummy - and the small pottery jar beside the mummy.

To be honest, the mummy still has a little bit of spirituality.

Although it was very faint, with only remnants left, when he was communicating, he could also "see" a black cat looking up at the moon under the bright moon.

Shen Le tried to communicate with the black cat for a while, then shook his head:

"To be honest, I can still fix the shroud outside the mummy. But please spare me, the mummy itself—"

He was not afraid of failing to repair it, he was afraid that if he tried to repair it, it might turn out to be a freak.

What if the cat survives?
What if the cat suddenly jumps up, scratches my face all over, then searches the ground for its internal organs, and when it finds them they can’t grow back, and then starts hurting people like crazy?

"The shroud alone is useless." Prince Allen sighed regretfully and gestured. Soon, another coffin was opened and a corpse was taken out of it:
Shen Le: "...Wait, you still want me to repair the corpse?!"

"The point is not the body! Not the body!" Prince Allen quickly stopped him:

"Look at the inlay on this bone!"

Shen Le could see it clearly without him saying anything. The bones were covered with clothes woven with gold threads and a crown made of gold.

The most delicate and light lace was made into flowers, with a large gem in the middle and a circle of small pearls around it, and was stuffed into the eye sockets, the gap between the nose bones, and the mouth of the skull;

Each finger is covered with a glove made of fine lace, and the lace is embellished with jewels;
Even his spine, every rib, legs and feet were covered with gold, silver and jewels...

As time passed, the jewelry had become somewhat dull, the gold threads had changed color, and the lace had become extremely fragile and would break at the slightest touch. Prince Allen pointed at the decorations on the corpse:

"It was fine when it was first reattached, but after hundreds of years of use, it became like this... Can you repair these inlays?"

Shen Le felt his head buzzing. However, the expert professor behind him was well-informed and stepped forward:
"Wait, I remember these bones, they should be the remains of Catholic saints! They like to decorate them like this!

——Let’s not talk about the ownership issue for now. Is it really okay for you to bring these remains back for use?”

"How could there be a problem!" Prince Allen rolled his eyes in hatred. He bent down beside the skeleton, flipped it over, took out a gem from the skull, and held it high:

"This man is not a saint at all! He is a magician! A magician! After his death, his remains still carry power. The people of the Church made them into this and used them as holy vessels...

Look at this gem. It contains all his strength and thoughts! You can tell at a glance that it is not from the Vatican!"

Tsk.

It's another few hundred years of bad debt.

I am not very interested in your love-hate relationship from the Middle Ages to the modern times, but considering that I have never seen this gold-encrusted and jewel-encrusted corpse, perhaps I can give it a try?
Shen Le grinned, extended his mental power, and tried to contact the gem. The power in the gem was dark and deep, and it was indeed different from the power of the priests.

However, those gems, pearls, and lace did give him the feeling that they had some holy power...

"Is it okay to repair these inlays? What if their holy power increases after they are repaired?"

"...To be honest, a little excitement is good for this holy vessel." He was surprised to hear Prince Allen's answer:
"We suspect that because the holy power above is gone, the power inside can't be stimulated - so can you give it a try?"

I can give it a try, but I am not good at repairing gold and silver jewelry, so my skills may be a little flawed. Shen Le thought for a moment:

"Forget it, let's look at something else... Let's put this one aside for now. If you can't find a particularly suitable one, I can give it a try..."

Before he finished speaking, the third coffin lid was opened. Shen Le stepped forward, took a look, and immediately stepped back, covering his nose:

"Green lamp! Green lamp!" He shouted wildly in his heart:
"Clean up the air around me! It stinks!!!"

Can these vampires come up with something that has nothing to do with death?

If he were to go to the werewolf girl's museum and see only corpses, mummies, shrouds and the like, he would never try this idea!
Or, before you take me underground, could you provide everyone with a gas mask?

The invisible electric net expanded in response. With Shen Le as the center, it stretched out one foot, two feet, three feet, and suddenly turned around to cover the two professors.

The two cultural relics experts didn't know what was happening. They just felt warm on their bodies. The cold, damp and uncomfortable atmosphere was swept away, and even the air they breathed became much fresher.

Ah, it would have been better if it had been like this earlier. By the way, what kind of magic did Shen Le cast, and did he bring an air freshener?

Shen Le stood outside the coffin and took seven or eight deep breaths before he recovered a little. He took a small step forward, looked inside, and frowned tightly:

"Why is it the shroud again... Don't you have anything else to use besides the shroud? - By the way, there is blood on this shroud. Do you want to keep the blood stains?"

"...Yes." Prince Allen nodded seriously:
"This is the blood of a hero, the blood of an awakened one. I hope you can preserve it as much as possible and awaken its power -"

Shen Le sighed and concentrated on investigating. After a long time, a vague human figure appeared in his mind. The body was wrapped in white cloth, and residual blood was oozing from the hands, feet and chest:

"...How come this is still crucified? What you got is not the shroud of Jesus Christ, right?"

Then I won’t repair it!
I can’t bear the consequences of this!
"Don't worry, it's not." Prince Allen couldn't help laughing:

"I don't know who it belongs to, but it's definitely not Jesus Christ. We can't get that kind of holy thing, and we can't get it—"

"Really? Is there any reliable one at all..." Shen Le muttered. He subconsciously took out his phone and swiped it. A message from the deputy director of the Special Affairs Bureau immediately popped up:
"Mr. Shen, when you are done here, remember to come up. I have finished talking to the Holy See, and they have compromised and agreed to pay for ten first-class cultural relics. However, I still need you to put some pressure on the details..."

　The fancy saint's remains really shocked the cat for a whole year...

　　During the double monthly ticket period, hurry up and vote for the cats!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)