The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 525 Shen Le: To deal with the haunted house, I have no choice but to use my ultimate move!

It is much more convenient to teleport by yourself than to lead fellow students back.

Shen Le didn't even need to take out the pen holder or release the wedding clay figurines. He just sat down on the ground and activated the teleportation talisman, and his figure began to blur. Once, twice, three times, brush, brush, brush, brush...

Teleport, teleport, and teleport again. Practice makes perfect. After the fifth teleport, my body felt lighter, and the world before my eyes had changed:

"Finally I'm back... Let me see what the problem is with this house and how to fix it..."

Shen Le looked up and looked around. It was still the old house where he had taken his fellow apprentices away. It was quiet and deserted. The sky was covered with a heavy layer of leaden clouds, almost pressing down on the roof. Just looking at it made one feel breathless.

The last time he came, Shen Le was in a hurry to take people away and did not explore here in detail. Now, he observed carefully and found something wrong at a glance:
There was a difference between the place where he came in and the place where he landed. The place where he initiated the teleportation from outside was the third entrance of the Women's Temple, under the beam where many people were suspected to have been hanged;

And where he was standing now was in the second courtyard of the ancestral hall, next to the ancient well.

As to whether it was a deviation during the transmission or the ancient well itself became the positioning point, Shen Le couldn't judge for the time being and might need to transmit several times.

Before being teleported out, Shen Le planned to explore the ancient house thoroughly. He concentrated his mind and mobilized the talisman again:
The wind is coming!

Hold me up and fly!
Once, twice, three times. The golden bead in the dantian was quiet, and the talisman on it was not lit, ignoring him. Shen Le frowned:
"What does this house mean? Isn't it a real space, but a memory space? That's not right. If it's a memory space, it's impossible to pull people in!"

If you can't fly, you can only jump. Shen Le jumped onto the highest roof;
He made another great leap and jumped high. However, the leaden clouds above his head looked very low, but they were actually quite high. Shen Le tried his best to jump to the highest point, but it felt like he was still several hundred meters away from the leaden clouds and could not reach them at all.

Looking around from the height he had jumped, he saw that the entire ancient house was covered with a thick layer of leaden clouds, like a dome, with the ancient house upside down inside.

Shen Le memorized the location, landed on the ground, and then ran to the back door of the third ancestral hall. He pushed the door, pushed the door, but couldn't push it——

With the strength he used, he could have broken the wooden door into pieces, and his palm could have gone right through the door leaf, but he still couldn't push a mere wooden door open.

Shen Le took a deep breath, pressed his hands on the door frame, and slowly mobilized the heat in his body to penetrate the inside of the door frame. The wooden door gave him a very stiff and dull feeling, and it was more difficult for the heat to flow through it than to chisel stone.

He was sweating all over before he finally penetrated the entire wooden door and pushed it outwards:
With a creak, it opened. Then, Shen Le looked at the thick leaden clouds and the endless darkness behind them.

"…Your scope is limited to this, right? You are limited to this house, right? You won't even take one more step, right?"

Shen Le angrily hammered the wooden door. He took a big step and stepped into the leaden cloud:
One step, two steps, three steps. When he took the third step, he suddenly froze, his hair standing on end.

Danger!

Huge danger!
Going forward would be very, very dangerous! There were no ghosts or monsters ahead, but——

But there is nothing!

It is just a void, there is nothing, no up or down, no heaven or earth, no inside or outside.

It was a bit like the void he felt when he was mending the sky. If he stepped into it, he probably wouldn't be able to come back, at least not with his current abilities...

He almost jumped backwards and fell back into the door. Bang, bang, slam the door, bolt it, and lean against the wooden door, gasping for breath:
Fortunately, the teleportation did not deviate and landed in the ancient house. If it had deviated to the outside and landed in the void, he would have been doomed!
Shen Le panted for a long time before slowly relaxing. He stood up straight, put down his backpack, and started to work:

Since it was quite dangerous to come in once, he would seize this opportunity and explore it as completely as possible. Where was the hub of this ancient house that could swallow people, or in other words, the "dark ancient house"?
Why did it change like this?
What is the difference between it and the ancient house in the real world? By making proper use of this difference, can we control it and prevent it from swallowing people again?

Shen Le took a step forward and walked around the old house. The overall structure of the house had not changed. It was still a large house with three rooms and three entrances, with guard houses on the left and right and two alleys.
However, the details of the house have changed greatly.

For example, the furniture in the meeting hall on the right side of the first entrance has changed greatly, from the smooth curved Ming-style furniture to the square Song-style furniture.
For example, in the third courtyard of the female shrine, more than half of the small rooms were gone, replaced by a small Buddhist hall and a series of large bunk beds.

In short, the living conditions of widowed women living in ancestral halls seem to be even worse...

In addition, the carved beams and painted buildings, the various decorations on the roofs, eaves, window frames, etc. have all changed to varying degrees.

Even the wall tiles of the house are different from modern ones. It is obvious that the old house that the tutor is repairing has been renovated more than once, and even rebuilt more than once...

"So, is the ancient house I'm standing in now really the Song Dynasty version? Which period of the Song Dynasty is it from? Who is the owner? What happened at that time that caused such deep resentment to accumulate?"

The ancient house was quiet and didn't answer him. He wanted to look up information and do analysis, but there were no conditions here.

Shen Le rubbed his hands, took out the scanner from his backpack, and set it up in the middle of the third courtyard. That is to say, the scanner is working faster now, and it only takes a few hours to scan a courtyard;

If he had used the old scanner that the school used when he was in school, he would probably have to stay in this house for seven or eight days...

Leaving the scanner to work, Shen Le picked up the camera and walked through the courtyards. The brackets under the eaves looked different from those in modern times. "Click";
The words written on the beams were different from those in the information given by the instructor, "click";
The small Buddhist temple in the female temple is different from the modern ones, "click"...

As a worker in the restoration of ancient buildings, measurement and recording are the basis of all work. By the way, in addition to taking pictures, you also need to draw sketches:

The rules of this "Dark Ancient House" are different from those outside. Things taken with scanners and cameras may not be allowed to be brought outside, but there is no reason why he cannot bring in the sketches he drew!

Shen Le was busy for 24 hours before he put on his backpack and teleported back. As soon as he showed up, his instructor looked worried and pulled his arm to look him left and right:

"Why did you go there again? Why didn't you say hello? - If this project doesn't work out, we won't do it. We don't need it. Please don't get into trouble!"

Shen Le turned his head and saw his fellow apprentices standing in a row, nodding their heads. He couldn't help but smile and took off his backpack:
"Boss, don't worry. I went there only because I was sure. Look, this is the scene I recorded in the old house where I took my junior brothers and sisters away. Do you want to study it?"

I connected my phone to the computer and started exporting photos, and immediately two of my junior brothers rushed over. I took out the scanner and connected it to the system, and two more junior brothers and sisters rushed over.

Only Professor Han still held on to Shen Le: "Don't interrupt, don't change the subject. The teacher knows that you are very capable now, and the teacher can't understand it, but you have to remember that those who drowned are all good at swimming, and those who were beaten to death are all good at boxing!"

He held Shen Le's face full of concern and gave him earnest instructions. Only when Shen Le nodded repeatedly and vowed that he would never take risks and would do things that he was sure of, did he turn to the computer and look at the photos Shen Le had taken with the students.

After seeing this, the whole person was fascinated and kept sighing:
"So this is what residential buildings in the Song Dynasty looked like..."

"It turns out that at that time, the wall decoration was not made of tiles, but piled up with ash..."

"It turns out that during that era, the decoration of the houses in Citong City incorporated some characteristics of maritime trade and foreign ethnic groups..."

"turn out to be……"

Shen Le stood by and watched his tutor working day and night, staring at the computer and flipping through photos, almost crawling into the computer screen. He felt helpless.

Two hours later, the old professor was still hunched over his computer;

Another two hours later, still looking at photos;

Two hours later, I stopped looking at the photos and just kept scrolling back and forth at the 3D image of the house that was restored by the scanning software...

Teacher, please take care of yourself!

You are in your sixties! You are going to retire soon! You are not young anymore!
I'm not someone who can stay up late easily! It's already 11pm, can we watch it tomorrow?
"Ahem... Boss, can we restore the old house according to the appearance in this photo?"

He tried to ask questions to distract his boss. Professor Han turned his head, his eyes were so bright that they almost caught up with the searchlight, then paused and dimmed again:
"…I'm afraid not. This evidence is too weak to be used…"

Shen Le nodded sympathetically. Yes, you want to repair it this way, why?
photo?

Where was the photo taken?

Traveling into that old-school mansion that would swallow up the restorer, and then photographing it?

Shen Le estimated that if he were sitting in the position of a project reviewer and someone handed in an application like this, he would throw the application and the photo in the applicant's face:

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Do you dare to say this in front of me? Do you dare to write it in your paper?
"Then what do you think should be done to eliminate the..."

The old professor looked at Shen Le for help. Shen Le was also embarrassed:
"I'm not sure. I..."

He gestured back and forth a few times. However, his thoughts were not clear, and gestures were of no help. It took him a long time to utter a sentence:
"How about I help you fix it?"

"Will it be helpful if you repair it together?"

"It's useful..." Shen Le hesitated. After thinking for a while, he took out a small oil lamp from his backpack, and then took out a pen holder:

"Boss, look, I fixed these two little by little. Once they are fixed, I can control their power - Qingdeng, come and light them for the boss, and Xiaomei Zhong, come and say hello!"

A ball of silver light floated up from the wick, circled around the old professor, and then swayed back to the wick;

Then, Zhong Xiaomei leaned half of her body out of the pen holder and saluted gracefully. In the pen holder, four pairs of clay figurines jumped out one after another, one, two, three, four, and grew taller when they landed on the ground.

All of a sudden, four heads turned around, and Ma Xuanyu shouted especially loudly:
"It was them! They were the ones who brought us out! - Boss, I'm telling you, Senior Brother Shen stuffed me in a coffin, and I was scared to death!"

With the living (?) clay figurine in front of him, Professor Han finally had some confidence that Shen Le could handle it. His only concern was:
"Would it be too much trouble for you?"

The old professor hesitated. It was a good thing for him that Shen Le was willing to help here. At least, if there was any problem with the old house again, Shen Le could come to the rescue in time and ensure that the teachers, students and workers were not in danger.

but……

Shen Le is no longer his student, and he is not even a recent graduate who can't find a job and is in a desperate situation. It is time for him to do some odd jobs so that he can have some income.

He already has a large house and an independent laboratory, which can even provide students in his department with an extra place to do experiments, without having to compete with students from other departments or colleges for laboratories;

He had already come a long way in cultivation. Those practitioners even looked at him eagerly, waiting for him to come to their rescue...

To put it simply, Shen Le came to help with the work, but his old man could no longer afford to pay him for several months of work.

The project funding is also limited! Basically, it is the cost of materials and labor, and a little more is considered as the income for the project leader...

"It's okay, I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway." Shen Le rubbed his hands in anticipation. Citong City is interesting!
It's fun!
This place has beautiful mountains and rivers and many historical sites. When the instructor leads them to work, it is absolutely impossible for them to work 996, let alone 007.

Eight hours a day, five days a week, the extra time is for you to walk around and play in Citong City:
The scenic spots and historical sites in the city were enough for him to visit for half a month. If the surrounding towns and several cities in southern Fujian were included, he would be able to visit for at least two months.

He had peanut soup and the unique roasted pork rice dumplings from southern Fujian two days ago, both of which tasted good. He has not yet tried all the southern Fujian delicacies!
It is said that the ginger duck is also delicious, the freshly made oyster omelette is also delicious, the noodle soup can be eaten for a week without repeating, and the Manjian cake is also worth a try...

By the way, you can also go to the beach on weekends and buy freshly caught seafood directly at the port. Cook and eat it right away, it is especially delicious!
Anyway, he doesn't have to go to work now, and he's planning to take the little ones out for a trip. Wouldn't it be better to start today, in Qitong City?

"Well... okay." The instructor agreed reluctantly. He turned around and threw a bunch of information at him:
"Come, take a look at all these things. Tomorrow is a day off, and we'll start working together the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay, boss! Just leave it to me!"

(End of this chapter)