The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 375 Shen Le: I have unique skills in identifying cultural relics! (Seeking guaranteed monthly tickets)

Father Marshall's face darkened. He wanted to jump out and argue with Shen Le, but he felt guilty:

If you say this cross belongs to the Vatican, then it does belong to the Vatican. It is the property of the Vatican, it is on the list of religious instruments collected by the Vatican, and it is also in the Vatican's storehouse;

But, if you say it doesn't belong to the Vatican...

That black fog, that shrill scream, the pain and hatred revealed in the scream, even someone without any spiritual perception could not deny it.

The only record that Father Marshall could see was "an oak cross, one foot two inches high, eight inches wide, one inch thick, received in 1460."

The other records were of no significance. He had never seen the name of the priest who submitted it to the Vatican, nor the name of the person who collected it, and it seemed that they were not famous people.

This oak cross—or rather, two sticks tied together with haste and covered with a layer of black ash—can indeed transmit holy light and is indeed useful against dark creatures;
However, after Shen Le aroused the resentment above, the power surrounding the cross had drastically changed its nature.

The black fog was swirling around, and the screams were pushing out in waves, forcing the clergy present to tumble and crawl as they fled outside. It was so terrifying!

This power is so terrifying!

This pain and resentment are directed at the Holy See and its clergy!
On the contrary, Shen Le and his group, whether it was the old Taoist priest holding a whisk or the two cultural relic experts who had no spiritual power at all, all stood quietly and were unaware of the screaming of the cross.

The black fog rose, swept across the venue, swept across several Chinese visitors, and rolled directly towards Bishop Marshall. As it was about to reach him, Shen Le sighed and raised his hand to the cross:

"Be good, be good, don't be angry, and don't be sad. It's all over, it's all over..."

The shrieking sound rose high, circled and slowly fell, rose again, and fell again. After a long time, it finally subsided little by little, became quiet, and returned to its original ordinary state of a wooden stick.

Shen Le stared at it for a long time, stroked it a few times, and turned to look at Bishop Marshall:

“This cross seems to hate you?”

Bishop Marshall stood far away in the corner of the warehouse, holding the cross tightly in both hands and holding it high in front of his chest.

His right leg took a half step forward and bent slightly, while his left leg stood straight behind him. He had a focused look and a hint of sweat on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had used all his strength to withstand that wave of screams.

When Shen Le turned his head to look at him, he heaved a long sigh of relief, lowered his arms, and walked over slowly. He didn't dare to approach, but looked at the cross made of wooden sticks from a distance of ten steps away and shook his head:

"It happened in the fifteenth century, and I have no idea what it was. -Will you wait a moment? I'll ask someone to send a box to put it in and keep it safe?"

Shen Le was indifferent, letting them do whatever they wanted. He just stood by and watched the deputy director and the clerk scan and record one by one. Then, they went to negotiate with the bishop:

Shen Le repaired the holy vessels for the Holy See. Where was the restoration site?
When will the first-class cultural relics given as compensation be handed over to us?
When will the formal handover procedures be completed?
Repairing the holy artifact will increase the spiritual power to a certain extent, which can be converted into a first-class cultural relic. What if the spiritual power increase is not enough after Shen Le repairs the holy artifact? What if the increase is too high?
——By the way, the organ has been repaired. Can the first first-class cultural relic be handed over now?
There were so many different terms and conditions that he needed to spit on. Shen Le didn't care, and he couldn't care. He just happily accompanied the two cultural relic experts to collect their first cultural relic:
“Is this scripture real?”

The two teachers held magnifying glasses, microscopes, and various instruments, and looked up and down, over and over, observing carefully.

While observing, he also pulled Shen Le over and gave him a lecture:

"Look at the material of this scroll, the Xuan paper... Under a microscope, you can see its structure, which is a unique feature of Xuan paper from the Tang Dynasty..."

"Look at the wrinkles and fine cracks on it... These are characteristics that can only appear if it has been stored in an extremely dry place for a very long time..."

"Look at this handwriting again. It shows the rich changes and dangers of the Ou style vividly..."

A huge amount of knowledge poured into Shen Le's head, like a huge water pipe with a diameter of 1 meter pouring into the bathtub, without caring whether the bathtub would flood or not.

Shen Le listened hard for five minutes, but he felt dizzy and his ears were buzzing. He was completely unable to withstand such violent indoctrination.

Teachers, you can tell that the structure of this Xuan paper is unique to the Tang Dynasty because you have seen countless varieties of Xuan paper from the Tang, Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties.

You can see that this characteristic is caused by long-term storage in a dry place because you have seen scriptures, calligraphy and paintings stored in various conditions and have done countless experiments with your own hands;

You can see the characteristics of this handwriting because you have studied and copied it yourself and have a deep attainment in calligraphy...

But I don’t have this knowledge!

If you guys keep pouring knowledge into my head like this, even if I remember all this knowledge now and ask me to identify another artifact, I still won’t be able to do it…

"Teacher, teacher, please wait a moment." He raised his hands and saluted in a French military salute:
"Let me take a moment to remember the knowledge points first. Then, I will try my identification method?"

"What can you do?"

The two experts asked in unison. Shen Le took a long breath, closed his eyes slightly, and exhaled slowly. Then, he stretched out his hands, suspended above the scripture, and spread his mental power:
“Tell me your story…” “Tell me about your experience…”

"Tell me, what kind of journey have you taken to get here? Do you want to go home with me..."

The copper piece shook slightly, emitting light quietly and unfolding in his meditation world.

The broken bronze tripod, or rather, the fragments of the bronze tripod, expanded larger and larger, revealing the outline of the entire Paris, then the roads, then the street scenes, and then the museum.

Finally, a point of light flickered in the museum, taking the shape of a scroll, gently rolled up, and then slowly spread out:

The cracks on the scriptures disappeared, the traces of repairs disappeared, and the complete, white, and smoothly written scriptures reappeared.

It sailed across the ocean, returned from the distant Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean, landed on land, and then headed west.

From the desolate and barren north, into the yellow sand desert, into the cave, taken out of the box by a pair of hands, searched back and forth, selected back and forth, and finally, brought back to the cave.

The rock cave closed, blocking out the surprised, greedy and covetous eyes. Over thousands of years, wind and sand have buried this area of the Sutra Cave.

After a very long time, the Sutra Cave was opened again, and the scriptures were enshrined, recited, and worshipped by people.

After a long time, the scripture left the cave and went far into the inner part of the pass, where it turned into a piece of white rice paper, on which someone splashed ink and wrote...

Shen Le couldn't see the face of the person who wrote the sutra, or even if he saw it, he wouldn't recognize him.

The flow of memory was silent throughout. He could not hear any sound, the name of the person who wrote the sutra, nor could he hear others calling him.

The only thing that can be confirmed is the structure of the surrounding houses, the style of the furniture, and the style of the clothes worn by the writers. It seems, maybe, it could be the early Tang Dynasty?

He slowly opened his eyes. On the left and right, two experts stared at him with frowns, worried and puzzled:

What are you doing?
Without even opening your eyes, with your hands suspended above the scroll, is this your way of identifying it?
Do you use qigong to identify it, or do you use supernatural powers to identify it?

"Well, two teachers, I roughly know the experience of this scripture." Shen Le felt a little numb from their gazes, and he stated it with gritted teeth.

Alas, I used to worry that if I told the teacher during the restoration of the Buddha statue, “It’s not me who wants to do it this way, it’s the Buddha statue itself that wants to do it this way,” the teacher would beat my brain into a dog’s brain, so I didn’t dare to speak up.
In this situation, I have to speak up...

"I asked it, and it showed me its experience...

It was indeed transported to France from the Tibetan Scripture Cave in the desert. Before that, it had been in the Tibetan Scripture Cave for a long time and had been worshipped for a long time..."

He described in detail everything he saw in meditation, and the two experts listened as if they were listening to a mystery. After listening, the cultural relic expert from the Palace Museum shook his head:

"There's no evidence for this..."

"There is indeed no evidence." Another expert from Shaanxi shook his head. He was a little disappointed, but also a little excited:
"However, if what Shen Le saw was real, it can at least prove that this sutra is part of the Dunhuang sutras, written in the early Tang Dynasty? It is not a forgery by later generations?"

"It can only be the……"

The two experts sighed to each other. After sighing, they began to praise Shen Le again:
"If your identification ability is accurate, it will be very useful! You can restore the origin and circulation history of many cultural relics!
——Well, when you return home, you can go with us to the museum and we will find some artifacts for you to blindly appraise and see if this ability is accurate!"

Shen Le opened his mouth wide. No way, teacher, according to your arrangement, how long will I be delayed outside?
If I don't go home for a month, the little ones at home will be in a state of chaos!
"But this ability alone is not enough." After the big boss of the Forbidden City gave the sweet treat, the big boss of Shaanxi immediately frowned and started to wave his stick:

“You see, you can only guess that ‘this is part of a Dunhuang scripture from the early Tang Dynasty’, but you have no idea whether it was written by Ouyang Xun or copied by someone else.

——You still don’t have enough knowledge! You can’t complete the appraisal with your ability alone! So, if you apply for my doctorate later, I will personally guide you! "

"Wait! Why did he apply for your doctorate?" The big shot in the Palace Museum immediately became anxious:

"If you want to report, report to me! In terms of the number of cultural relics, the capital city is second, and no one dares to claim to be first! Xiao Shen's ability is most useful in the capital city!"

Shen Le: “…”

Dear teachers, is it possible that I already have a mentor and if I want to study for a doctorate, my alma mater has a large group of teachers?
　Asking for a monthly ticket!

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

　　If you don’t vote for the monthly ticket, it will be half price after the doubling period. Hurry up and give your monthly ticket to the cat!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)