The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 529: Model Sealing Method is a Great Success—Wait, wait, what is this? !

Shen Le presented facts, reasoned, tried to persuade, and tried to be bad...

I tried everything, but still failed to get the little guys to agree to work. I had no choice but to roll up my sleeves, pick up the model, and head to the old house:

Models made of natural materials are indeed more tolerant of abnormal smells than 3D printed ones.

Shen Le walked around the house, successfully cleared all the houses in the first and second courtyards, and headed straight for the ancient well. Grab a handful, grab a handful, grab a handful...

When he caught the third breath, a thin layer of blood-red appeared in the ancient well of the model. Shen Le hissed and stopped:
Is this model sustainable?

I only captured the aura from three bricks, and there is blood in it. If I match all the bricks with the model one by one and take them all, will the ancient well in this model really collapse?

He tried to put the pen holder on the ground and summoned two clay figurines. One of them walked around the yard, found the hammer in the corner, and raised both hands;

The other one took off the pole that was used to lift the dressing box from his shoulder and pulled out a wooden pole. Shen Le reached out and pressed the mouth of the model ancient well, inputting a slight heat flow, and pointed:
Do it!

The clay figurine holding the hammer raised the hammer and struck the bricks at the wellhead. There was a dull sound, and the bricks did not move. Only the heat flow on the model was slightly reduced.
The other clay figurine holding the wooden bar, under Shen Le's command, turned half a circle around the ancient well. He held the wooden bar horizontally with both hands, bent slightly, started running, and charged!

With a bang, the tip of the wooden bar, with the momentum of the clay figurine running, hit the ancient well hard. Immediately, a brick was cracked, moved forward, and protruded from the well wall.

"Ugh……"

Shen Le couldn't help but sigh. Without the breath absorbed and the bricks that established the connection, they couldn't be protected by the heat flow on the model;

Correspondingly, unprotected bricks mean that there is no connection with the model, and Shen Le cannot intervene, control, or seal it through the model.

There is no other way, just continue to absorb the breath!
Until the limit of this model!
He slightly enlarged the range and made a rough grab. This time, the range of the grabbing aura was not targeted at a certain brick, but the entire ancient well.

He captured the scene and put it into the model. The ancient well in the model gurgled and bubbled continuously. The bright red blood had risen an inch and was about to be level with the "ground"...

Shen Le tried to grab it twice again. The blood was only one or two millimeters away from the wellhead and was about to spill out.

Shen Le became curious and held the model, shaking it left and right, turning it back and forth, and tilting it to a 45-degree angle.

The blood in the well swirled back and forth, and several times even overflowed the wellhead, but it did not leak out. Outside the well, on the ground, in the courtyard, or on the house, there was not a single spot of blood.

Shen Le reached out and shook the model wellhead, feeling it for a while, and was very satisfied:

"Great, natural materials are better, we're done! Next!"

Holding the model in his hand, he stepped into the third courtyard of the Women's Temple. The courtyard wall, the house wall, the tiles, the tiles...

Collect the breath one by one and press it onto the model. The small ink fountain and clay sculptures were made, and Qingsi helped to repair the painted house model, which looked very delicate;

However, if you look really closely, even through a magnifying glass, they are still far inferior to the real houses, which are 100:1 scaled down.

However, as Shen Le absorbed the breath and pressed it onto the model, the model began to undergo subtle changes.

The sculptures were more exquisite and more lively, the paintings were more vivid, and the entire model began to resemble a detailed ancient house. Shen Le even saw that its shape was constantly changing:
Sometimes it tends to the real old house, sometimes it tends to the appearance of the dark old house. Back and forth, it keeps tossing and turning.

Shen Le did not interfere with it, but just kept collecting breath. He walked briskly around the house and finally stood under the beam where the person was nailed.

Take a deep breath, concentrate and calm your mind. Expand your mental power and touch every inch of this pillar. Extend your hands forward, and heat flows from your palms to your fingers:
"Come!"

With a light shout, he raised his hands. Shen Le immediately felt something was wrong:
Countless times before, when he absorbed the breath, his hands felt "light and airy". He could grab it with his hands and slap it in with his hands.

However, this time, his hands felt very heavy, just like when he was playing on the sea with Yun Kun and cast a fishing net and caught a full net of fish.

The ropes of the fishing net tightened around my hands, causing my fingers to turn red and ache, and my arms to fall heavily downward. But that was not enough, the fish in the net jumped desperately, dashing left and right...

Every jump added a heavy burden to Shen Le, making him feel a little more tired. What was worse was that these "fish" did more than just jump:
"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whizzing!"

"what--"

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Run!"

The sound of bowstrings, arrows tearing through the air, the sound of human bodies being torn apart, screams, shouts, the sound of iron hooves, and wild laughter...

Every sound was accompanied by struggle, conflict, and - pain and hatred. Shen Le tried his best to concentrate his mind and not let himself be affected by these emotions. He gritted his teeth and practiced his Qi:
"rise--"

Something in the air seemed to make a creaking sound. Struggling and kicking, Shen Le still pulled it out inch by inch.

The resistance in my hand grew stronger and stronger, until it reached its limit, and suddenly it felt lighter:
He "pulled" that "thing" out of the beam, and following inertia - God knows why such a non-existent thing would have inertia - it flew directly towards his face.

Shen Le turned around in time, exerting strength from his waist, legs, and arms, and suddenly made a loop:
"Get in!"

He raised his hands high, made a "squeezing left and right, pressing down" gesture, and slapped the mass of nothingness that he had pulled out directly into the model.

The entire model made an extremely unpleasant creaking sound, and seemed to be swaying from side to side, protesting the entry of such a powerful thing.

Shen Le quickly pressed the third part of the model into the roof with one hand, and carefully reached into the model with the other hand, touching the problematic pillar, and inputting heat flow:
"Don't crack, don't break, don't crack, don't break, don't crack, don't break..."

The model was shaking desperately. However, perhaps it was because of its capacity and endurance, or perhaps it was because of the heat flow input by Shen Le, it finally managed to withstand it:

Although the ancient well in the second entrance shook several times, splashing out a large amount of red water;

The third entrance had half of its roof tiles blown off, the house was leaning left and right, and the walls were cracked in several places.
Although the entire model has become somewhat transparent, all the pillars are blackened as if they were burned by fire...

But it endured it with strength!
No collapse!

It didn't break into pieces!
Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief. He stood beside the model, staring at it for a long time, and finally walked back with it after making sure it had not changed and had no tendency to break down.

As soon as I arrived at my residence, the surroundings started to boil:

【how is it going? 】

[How much work did Shen Le do? ]

【Is it going well? 】

[Are you tired? ]

[I'm telling you, it's a good thing we went this time! Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle it at all!] There was a rustling sound in the backpack. Shen Le probably thought that two clay figurines had crawled out and were gesticulating with their friends.

He tried not to look back, not to look at his backpack, pretending he didn't hear anything, ignoring the voices pouring into his ears: [So many houses! So much resentment! The model was almost blown up! While he was working, we helped him fix the model, and we were almost too busy...]

Is it possible that you didn't do any work at all except helping me test it and carrying the model?

Shen Le complained silently. However, cheers were coming from all directions:

【Oh yeah! 】

【Well done! 】

[Sure enough, it won’t work without us! 】

[It's Shen Le's turn to work! ]

[There's no reason why we work so hard and he works so hard to be lazy...right?]

Okay... okay. Providing some emotional value to the little ones at home and making them happy is also the duty of the head of the family.

It's better than crawling on the ground and letting the children ride on you like a horse. It's better than holding the child and throwing him into the sky again and again. You are exhausted, but he is still shouting "Fly! Fly! Fly!"

Right?

Shen Le tried hard to ignore the noise of the little guys, called Junior Brother Ma Xuanyu over, stared at him for a while, and stretched out his hand to grab:
"Brother, what are you doing?"

Junior Brother Ma stood straight, not daring to move, only his eyes followed Shen Le's movements. He didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear that his lips would move too loudly and affect his senior brother's work:

"Are you using your power on me?"

Qigong or something, it's such a distant term... A group of fellow students stood around him, making eye contact with each other, looking a little bit dissatisfied...

Or, they may express some objection to a specific noun.

Shen Le didn't intend to explain to him "This understanding is also fine" or "There is something wrong with what you said" or something like that.

He simply spread out the threads of mental power as much as possible, covering Junior Brother Ma's entire body, penetrating deep into his body, to find the deposits of resentment.

Then, he grabbed it, pressed it into the model, and chopped it down with his hand, making a "cutting" gesture:

"That's it!"

"Wha...what?"

"Look, are the red spots on your body still there?" Shen Le was a little tired after struggling for a long time, and gave the order weakly.

Junior Brother Ma was in a panic, and quickly reached out to press his chest and abdomen, then lifted up the clothes to look. He lifted it up, lifted it up again, pressed it with his hands, rubbed it with his hands, and tossed it several times in a row, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Senior brother..."

Finally it’s gone!
Thank God it’s finally gone!
Although this thing doesn't hurt, doesn't itch, and doesn't cling to him at night, forcing him to have nightmares or anything like that...

But, it's so creepy!
As expected, as soon as senior brother makes a move, we can tell whether there is one or not!
"Brother, brother! There's me too!"

Huang Chuxia hurriedly squeezed forward, pulled off her silk scarf, and tried to raise her head to let Shen Le see the marks on her neck:
"And I!"

Shen Le did the same thing. After a moment, the two of them felt relaxed, walked hand in hand, thanked him and left.

Shen Le was left alone in the room, drawing circles and cursing the guy who attacked singles, and began to worry about the model:

Resentment can only be transferred, it has not disappeared yet. So, how can we isolate its influence on people?
"Do you have any sealing tools - such as sealing tape or something - that can seal it and prevent it from escaping and affecting my fellow apprentices?"

He called everyone one by one. To the temple keeper of Tianhou Temple, to the temple keeper of Guanyue Temple, to the Taoist priest sent from Qingyuan Mountain, to the monk sent from Kaiyuan Temple... to the Special Affairs Bureau...

Then, unsurprisingly, there was a lot of laughter:

"Sealing tape? Who uses sealing tape for sealing? Well, you know what, this might be a good idea. Print the sealing scripture on it and apply a circle of glue on the bottom. I'll try to customize it someday..."

But the custom-made one couldn't keep up. The temple keeper of Tianhou Temple brought a roll of red rope and tied it twice around the model;

The Guanyue Temple keeper used incense ash as usual, and sprinkled a large circle around the outside of the model, and then grabbed a handful of incense ash and sprinkled it on the top of the model;

The Taoist priests at Qingyuan Mountain pasted seventy or eighty talismans on the model, even covering the bottom of the model and the table on which the model was placed.
When the young monk from Kaiyuan Temple arrived, there was no room for maneuver. He could only take apart a few strings of 1080 rosary beads and circle them twice around the model...

"So this is all that's needed? Is it sealed now?"

Shen Le looked at the fully armed model curiously. Well, what he actually wanted to ask was, are there really no conflicts among so many sealing methods?
Drugs also interact with each other!
Your sealing methods, which come from different power sources, are so closely together, so won’t they explode?
He walked around the model three times cautiously. Thankfully, nothing went wrong.

There was no problem that day, and when I got up the next morning, there was no problem either. My mental power was still normal.

There were no red spots or marks on the bodies of the junior brothers and sisters. Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and began to work hard:
Use the three-piece set of "adding wood, pouring nutrient solution, and throwing growth techniques" to repair the wooden pillars and beams one by one.

"Ah, it's so convenient." Every time Shen Le finished his work, his fellow junior brothers and sisters were allowed to go in, take pictures, scan, and make records in various ways and using various instruments.

Everyone was envious of Shen Le who was repairing the buildings at a rate of three pillars and four beams a day.

Only Shen Le himself was not satisfied:

"This method can only be used on large pieces with regular shapes, but not on carved pieces... It would be great if we could achieve precise control..."

The junior students were extremely envious. However, on the third day of doing this, Shen Le was half asleep at night when he was suddenly awakened by a scream:
"what--"

"Brother!"

“Brother, brother!”

"It's happening again! That house ghost is coming again—"

Shen Le rubbed his eyes and got up, and heard the door being hammered loudly. He went out to see that Junior Brother Ma was holding his clothes with one hand and hammering the door with the other hand:

"Brother, look—"

Not only did the red marks reappear, but their number increased greatly, with more than ten of them appearing.

Shen Le's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed to the room where the models were placed. He looked down and immediately stopped:

Rosary beads, incense ashes, and talismans were scattered all over the floor.

In the center of the seals, the three house models looked like a methane tank exploded in the middle, with flowers blooming in the middle and roofs, beams, and walls flying everywhere.

Shen Le: “…”

The shelf life of this seal is a bit short!
(End of this chapter)