The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 374: If you call your cross, will he agree? (ask for the guaranteed monthly ticket)

A faint white light shone from the piano keys.

On the huge organ, the five keyboards played one after another, and countless keys were pressed and played on their own. The solemn music resounded throughout the church:
"Silent Night, Holy Night..."

Bishop Marshall burst into tears. It was the first time in five years that he heard such a grand and mellow music.

In fact, the tone was fuller than it had been five years ago, before the fire. The entire organ seemed to have been completely reborn, playing a solemn and beautiful piece of music with vigor and energy.

More importantly, the keys, the pipes, all the parts of the piano body exposed outside the wall, and even the part of the wall where the piano body was buried, all emitted a faint light.

That is the holy light, that is the holy miracle, that is the gaze of God looking down upon us!
“Lord, Lord…”

He murmured a few words, lowered his voice, and began to sing hymns along with the music.

At the same time, clergymen wearing clothes of different ranks came out from all over the church, looking at the white light rippling on the organ from afar, with excitement on their faces, and joined the chorus -

Even Shen Le was singing along. This song was so famous and so popular that even Chinese people were familiar with it and could sing a few lines.

Bishop Marshall may have sung in Latin or French, but Shen Le and the two cultural relics experts followed suit in Chinese, and it didn't seem out of place at all:
"Shepherds in the wilderness. Suddenly they saw a bright light from heaven and heard the heavenly army singing Hallelujah..."

Only the people from the Special Affairs Bureau did not sing along. The old Taoist priest shook his head to the rhythm, as if he was humming. He could not sing.

As a registered Taoist priest and a Taoist believer, it is okay to go down the mountain to have fun with the common people and observe Christmas. But it is not okay to sing "Silent Night" with the priests in the church!
The other two were simply busy. The deputy director of the Special Affairs Bureau and the young operative stood in one direction of the organ, staring at the instrument in front of them.

While ordering data, we also need to record the video as evidence:
Just before Shen Le started the repairs, they had already set up the spirit-detecting instrument and set up the tripod under the phone.

However, Shen Le did nothing and just stood in front of the organ with his head down, so they almost didn't have time to start measuring.

Then, as he stood there, there was a sudden glow around him. Soon, the dust was swept out, and the organ began to sing by itself...

If they had been a little slower, or less responsive, they would have been too late to collect evidence that "the organ was repaired by Shen Le"!
The song was neither short nor long. Soon, the music stopped and the clergy gathered around from all directions, looking excited:
"Holy miracle!"

"Holy miracle!"

"Our Lord has come to us with divine grace!"

Shen Le: "Ahem..."

Is there a possibility that it is I who performs the miracles, not your Lord?

Didn’t you see me repairing the organ here just now?

Ask me to repair it, and when it is finished, the organ starts to play, and that is a miracle?
He took a step back angrily, but he also knew that it was impossible to reason with these devout believers. Even if you poked the truth in his nose, or even sorted it out from beginning to end, he would still say:

"It is the will of our Lord to guide you to repair the organ..."

Forget it, as long as I get the benefits, it's fine. Shen Le quickly glanced at the deputy director, who nodded and walked forward slowly.

He did not speak, but just stood in front of Bishop Marshall, raised his eyebrows:
how?

Has Shen Le’s ability been proven?

Can we move on?

Bishop Marshall took a breath, nodded solemnly, and led them to the meeting room. This time, after the host and the guest sat down, his attitude was much better, almost anxious:

"Mr. Shen, how many times can you perform this kind of repair work in a day? How much can you increase the holy power of the holy weapon?"

How to answer this?

How should we answer this question so as to obtain the greatest benefit for the country in our negotiations?

Shen Le subconsciously looked at the deputy director. The deputy director also had no idea about the situation, so he spread his hands and told him to do as he pleased:

This matter is too flexible and there is really no unified answer.

The Special Affairs Bureau repairs various magical instruments. Some take a day, some a month, and some a year.

Some were barely repaired and could only be used, some were repaired and looked brand new, some were repaired and recast, and after recasting, the energy level of the magic weapon was greatly increased...

Of course, the deputy director didn't know how to comment on Shen Le's ability to repair such a large organ so easily by simply entering a state of meditation, as if he had done nothing and without seeming to have exerted much energy.

Since you don’t understand, it’s best not to express your opinion and let the professionals decide for themselves!
Shen Le sought help but failed, so he had to use his brain. After thinking for a long time, something he had heard before, which seemed like a joke, suddenly jumped into his mind:

“When a locksmith opens a door for someone, even if it only takes five minutes, he will have to tinker with it for two hours before the homeowner feels that the money is worth it.

If you finish the service in five minutes and run into a stingy landlord, you’ll have to ask for your money back anyway…”

...You know what, this really makes sense. Shen Le thought about it carefully, looked into Bishop Marshall's eyes, and said sincerely:

"I can't really say. It depends on the object being repaired, what it is made of, how damaged it is, how much spirituality it has left, and whether it can respond to my call.

If everything goes well, it will be repaired soon, just like the organ just now. If not, my Buddha statue has been repaired for several months and it is still not finished? "This answer is really ambiguous. Bishop Marshall was a little disappointed. Thinking of the numerous holy relics in the Vatican, he still tried to ask:
“What about the average?”

"You want me to choose? You want me to choose the one that's easy to fix, so it can be fixed quickly!"

Shen Le answered as a matter of course. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but add another sentence:
"By the way, that organ, I have repaired it, right?"

Can it not be counted?

Bishop Marshall wanted to ask this question. Trial pack, gift, inspection...

Aren’t these all outside of the transaction?
But before he could answer, the deputy director quickly interrupted. His tone was firm and full of confidence:

"Of course. Before you started repairing this organ, its spiritual power reading was between 75 and 79, which is a bit abnormal, but it can't cause any impact independently.
After the repair was completed, the spiritual power reading jumped to 1385~1437. When everyone sang together, it jumped to nearly , which is already in the category of magic tools. If this doesn't count, what does?"

Shen Le tilted his head towards the bishop and spread his hands. Look, my negotiators have recorded the data. This... you can't deny it, right?

Bishop Marshall smiled bitterly and said nothing. He quickly checked his phone, stood up and made a "please" gesture:

"Then, could you please move over and take a look at the holy artifacts that we need to repair? Circle a range, and then discuss the repair time and the improvement of holy power?"

Shen Le had no objection. The group moved to the Louvre, next to the Church of Saint-Germain-d'Auxerrois.

This church is located opposite the Louvre Museum. It was once the parish of the King of France and is commonly known as the Louvre Cathedral.

After the fire at Notre Dame, Christmas Mass in Paris was held in this cathedral, and many sacred objects of the Paris Diocese, including damaged ones, were also piled here.

When Shen Le and his companions walked in, they saw crosses everywhere, crosses, Bibles, Bibles, Bibles, rosaries, rosaries, statues, statues, statues...

Well, how should I put it...

The first thing I saw was novel, the tenth was interesting, and the hundredth… made me want to vomit…

Shen Le walked around quickly and felt his head throbbing. He simply turned to Father Marshall:
"First, take all the Bible out--"

"why?"

"I'm not good at repairing paper artifacts, let alone restoring the words on them. And I don't understand Latin! Get rid of it, get rid of it!"

"Also, take away the bronze objects, the metal vessels, and the stone sculptures. Forget it, let's first gather the crosses and small wooden items like rosaries, and I'll see if there's anything I can repair—"

The priests followed his instructions and began to act. Rosaries, sacred cases, and other small items were placed in the middle, and crosses were arranged from small to large, from the center to the outside.

The collection room was filled with smoke and dust. After a long time, they finally arranged it like a street stall and invited Shen Le to see it.

Shen Le simply walked to the middle and sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes, spread his mental power, and resonated with the things around him:
I don't care who they are, I don't know any of them. Whoever can shout, whoever can respond to me, whoever wants to be fixed, can be saved:

“This, this, this, this, this…”

White light fell one after another, marking the objects. Shen Le opened his eyes and clapped his hands:

"Okay, I've picked them out. You pick nine of them and I'll fix them. I'll be done with them!"

Well, the work here at the Vatican is easy, and the things they repair are normal. I don't want to have to reluctantly choose things I can repair from a pile of dead bones and mummies again!
He threw the question to the people from the Vatican, walked away easily, and went to the Louvre to see the exhibition.

A group of priests were left behind to look through the record books, check the numbers of the holy vessels, check their historical value, measure the spiritual power of the holy vessels, and try to sort them out.

Oh, I have to try again to see if I can stuff a few other holy artifacts in there and try to get Shen Le to repair it...

After a day of viewing the exhibition, four crosses, three plates of rosaries, and two sacred boxes inlaid with gold and gems were lined up in front of Shen Le.

Shen Le quickly scanned it, shook his head, and pointed to the smallest, oldest, and least noticeable one:
"I didn't pick out this cross. Where did you get it from?"

"…Just tell me if you can fix it!"

...I can repair it, but I don't want to. The resentment on this cross is so deep that it makes him feel uncomfortable. Shen Le calmly walked out with his hands behind his back:

"This is not yours. Next time you ask me to fix it, why don't you bring something of your own?"

"How come this isn't a holy relic of the Holy See?"

Shen Le paused, focused his mind, and used a little mental energy. In an instant, a wisp of black mist rose from the cross, filling half of the room, and a shrill scream shattered a large piece of glass:

"You said this is yours? If you call it, will it respond?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　Ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket!
　　Please guarantee the minimum monthly ticket during the double period!

　　Meow meow meow meow...Hurry up and give the monthly ticket to the cat!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)