The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 531 Shen Le: I should be under the car, not inside the car...

"Why did you run in again? Didn't you say you were not allowed in until I came back?"

Shen Le quickly sent a WeChat message. He put on his backpack, meditated for a while to adjust his direction, and then he returned to Qingyuan Mountain with a whoosh.

I popped my head out of the ground and picked up my phone. Sure enough, messages kept popping up on the screen:

"The person from Tianhou Temple came over and said that there was no more resentment in the house. I was very curious and wanted to go in and take a look."

"She's already gone in, so let's follow her in!"

"Now it's clean inside! There's nothing left! Ordinary cameras and ordinary scanners can do their job!"

"Brother, come quickly! You won't believe what we found on that pillar!"

Shen Le summoned a breeze to cushion his feet and support himself as he walked out of the bushes, to avoid being distracted while looking at his phone and tripping to the ground.

Unfortunately, he still doesn't dare to cross to the city center, and can only use the wilderness as a fixed point -

It’s not that we are afraid of building a subway. In fact, as a trillion-dollar city, Qitong City ranks among the top 20 in the country in terms of population and economic output, but we just can’t apply to build a subway.

The problem is that even if there is no subway, there are building foundations, water pipes, sewage pipes, electrical wires, gas pipelines, communication optical cables, etc. underground.

Shen Le definitely didn't want his teleportation destination to be half of his body stuck in a septic tank.

What if the transmitted energy is too high, sparks and lightning will appear along the way, or the small oil lamp will create a spark and ignite the methane in the septic tank, bang——

He wasn't afraid of blowing up five, six, seven or eight luxury cars, and he wouldn't be unable to pay for the damages of several hundred million or so. He just couldn't afford to lose face!
"Ah, I wish we could improve the accuracy of the transmission someday... Even if we use the little device at home to locate the phone, it has to be accurate enough to go to the floor I tell it to go to, and it can't get stuck in the floor!"

Skill proficiency requires practice, and a lot of practice. Obviously, there is no free time at the moment, so Shen Le could only hurriedly leave the scenic area gate and take a taxi to come here.

Leaning on the back seat, I kept sending messages to my juniors:

"So what did you find? I've seen the pillar, and there's nothing left. Even the hole on it has disappeared. What else can you find?"

The other side was sending a bunch of pictures impatiently. Shen Le rolled his eyes at the pictures:
This is not a photo, nor an X-ray, nor even a CT 3D reconstruction image.

If you send me an ultrasound image, what can I see?
If I could understand it, I would go directly to the hospital's imaging department to work as an ultrasound physician!
In the imaging department, only the ultrasound results are highly dependent on manual labor, relying on the doctor's techniques, angles and depths, and cannot be entirely handed over to machines. Therefore, they cannot be directly recognized by major hospitals and have to be done again!

Fortunately, Qingyuan Mountain is only 3 kilometers away from the center of Shitong City, and less than 6 kilometers away from the ancient house built by Shen Le and his team.

Even with the traffic jam, a quarter of an hour was enough for Shen Le to hurriedly step into the ancient house:

The first and second entrances of the ancient house were both quiet, without a single ghost in sight. It was obvious that the workers had not yet dared to come to work.

A group of fellow students gathered in the third courtyard of the ancient house, in front of the pillar where someone had been nailed to death, pointing and arguing.

One stood on the beam, another on the scaffolding, and the remaining two stood on the ground, looking up and arguing:

"I think we should cut open this pillar and take out the contents!"

"I don't think that's a good idea... The surface of this pillar is intact and smooth, there are no holes or decay, there's no need to intervene. According to the principles of cultural relic restoration, we should not touch it if we can!"

"That's under normal circumstances. This pillar is obviously unusual! If we cut it open and take out the contents, it will help us analyze the history behind it!"

"I don't think it's necessary... Using the pillars to do non-destructive testing is enough to figure out what's inside..."

"It's obviously impossible to figure it out! X-rays and CT scans can only show that it's an iron arrowhead, but they can't tell if there are words on its surface, let alone its material or age!"

"To investigate the history behind this ancient house, we should start with historical records and local chronicles..."

“We checked everything we could, including local chronicles and family trees! We checked before we started this project!
"The Huang Family Genealogy", "The Quanzhou Nanwai Zhao Family Genealogy", "The Book of Fujian", "Quanzhou Prefecture Records", we even read through "Quanzhou Kaiyuan Temple Records"! "

"We cut open the pillars. What if there's nothing inside? What if we alert the bad guys? Senior Brother Shen had a hard time sealing them up!"

"Brother, you are here!"

"Senior Brother Shen is here!"

"Brother!"

"Senior brother——"

Several people shouted one after another. The one standing on the beam was too excited, took a step to the side, and screamed:
"what--"

He fell directly down, but fortunately he had a safety rope tied around his waist, so he did not fall headfirst to the ground. Instead, he was tied in the air, upside down, swaying back and forth.

After swinging around twice, the safety rope around his waist began to slip, pulling his clothes down and almost pulling his pants to his ankles.

Junior Sister Huang screamed and turned to cover her face. The other two junior brothers rushed over, one hugged her and the other untied the rope:

"I told you to be careful, I told you to be careful! How could you fall down like that?!"

"I almost became a plucked chicken!"

"It's not my fault, it's the safety rope that's bad... I told you before that the safety rope should be a four-point type, you can't just tie it around the waist for convenience..."

Shen Le turned his head silently. He no longer looked at how his fellow apprentices struggled, complained, and tried to break free from their restraints. He just extended his mental power and probed towards the beam that had nailed him to death.

The spiritual power wrapped around the beam, from bottom to top, stroking a circle, and then slowly going deeper:
"Well...this..."

This time, he easily sensed the location of the arrowhead. However, when he wanted to learn more details, he still felt it was a bit strange. This thing seemed to be between being there and not being there:

You don’t observe it carefully, but glance at it with your peripheral vision, and feel that it is right beside you;

But when you look closely at it and try to understand its structure and details, it seems to no longer exist.

How come this thing is the legendary Schrödinger's arrow? Is its existence or non-existence affected by the observer effect?

Or maybe, does this thing have intelligence and actively play hide-and-seek with you?
"Forget it, you guys go out first." Shen Le sighed and finally waved:

"This thing is still a little strange. I'm afraid you can't handle it. As usual, leave the materials to me and you all go out--"

At his command, the junior brothers and sisters looked at each other and had to leave together. Shen Le jumped lightly, stood on the beam, walked to the beam in two steps, and put his hands on it:
"Come on, tell me your story..."

The heat surged from the surface of the wooden pillar, to the hole that should have been covered but still existed in meditation, and then to the arrowhead that seemed to appear and disappear in the hole.

The arrowhead vibrated slightly, as if some force was responding to him, but it was too weak to express it correctly.

Shen Le patiently inputted again and again, and after a long time, he finally gave up:
"This house still needs to be maintained..."

He walked around the house, shook his head, and began to maintain the house. He released the clay figurines and shouted:
"Help me tie all the big pillars, all the main beams, second beams, and third beams of this house with wood chips, and then spray nutrient solution on the wood chips!"

The clay figurines came out in a rush. Shen Le looked carefully and found that most of them were brighter and firmer, and their movements were more flexible when they walked or were carried.

They cooperated with the Qingsi. The clay figurines were responsible for carrying the wood, lifting the wood, and holding the watering can; the Qingsi were responsible for wrapping the straw rope around the wood and pressing the button of the watering can...

With this division of labor and cooperation, the efficiency was very high. Shen Le only waited for ten minutes, and the first pillar was already processed. He sat cross-legged beside the pillar, pressed his hands on the pillar, and cast a spell:
"Absorb the nutrients for me, absorb the wood power from the wood, and let me grow!"

After hundreds of years of wind, frost, rain and snow, the wooden pillars, which had decayed to varying degrees, emitted a joyful sound.

Shen Le's mentor did lead the students to inject sawdust, glue and preservatives into it, providing the best maintenance under modern technological conditions.

However, it is impossible for sawdust to fill every tiny gap, and glue and preservatives cannot reach every tiny part.

When this wooden pillar grows on its own under the stimulation of magic, its cells regain vitality and quickly absorb nutrients, and it can really reach every corner of the pillar!

Shen Le smiled and urged the heat flow to provide energy to the pillar. He turned the dead back to life, urging it to grow again and become solid and tight again.

Under the nourishment of the spell, it not only became stronger, but also the cracks disappeared one by one, and its spirituality began to light up little by little:
One, two, five, ten. Shen Le strolled through the old house, one by one, patiently bringing all the pillars back to life.

As he was repairing it, he felt something unusual:
"This house, its pillars, not all of them are the same..."

To be precise, there are some pillars whose spirituality is particularly outstanding.

Shen Le walked through the entire three-story mansion and repaired all the pillars. He suddenly discovered that twelve of them were different from the others:
The other pillars are all brand new, with light yellow wood color, straight grain, elegant and eye-catching, and feel like they are made of Masson pine, a specialty of Fujian.

In the middle of the mansion, there were twelve pillars that were charred black. If you touched them, you could faintly feel the charcoal black. When you looked down, you could see nothing.
Is this the memory left by the old house?

Or, this old house was burned down once, and these pillars were not completely burned, recording its final sorrow and grief?
Shen Le couldn't find the answer. Fortunately, he didn't need to find the answer:
He patiently repaired all the pillars and beams.

When the last beam was finished, the whole house shook slightly. All the pillars and beams were spiritually crisscrossed and put together to form an illusory framework:

When Shen Le reached out his hand and pressed it again, his vision flickered, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed dramatically. The old house was still the old house, but he was not inside the old house, but was crowded outside the old house with the crowd.

The whole house was decorated with lights and colorful ribbons, and red satin with colorful balls stretched from above the gate to the edge of the elegant horse-head wall.

The gates of the three mansions are the most important part of the decoration. In front of the gates, there are five steps of bluestone paving, and in front of the steps stands a pair of stone lions. The lions are not ordinary in shape, but their feet are stepping on the waves, and fish are jumping in the waves;

Shen Le squeezed to the front and reached out to touch it. The material of the stone lion was even delicate and flawless white marble. God knows where it was dragged from.

On the lintel, a red-background gilded plaque with the words "Huang's Ancestral Temple" hangs high, the door pin is inlaid with ivory-carved dragon patterns, and there are hexagonal glazed palace lanterns hanging.

On the lamp surface, the painting of Eighteen Scholars Ascending to the Ocean is painted with delicate brushstrokes. Under the candlelight, the ripples on the white stone flow realistically.

At this moment, the three main doors and the six red lacquered doors were all open, and a group of middle-aged and elderly men, dressed in neat clothes, lined up neatly at the door. Music played continuously, and the smoke of incense curled up from inside the door and flowed out to the steps.

"Wow……"

Shen Le sighed softly. He had seen a lot of ancient buildings, and he had also seen many ancient buildings that had been restored and looked brand new.

However, this was the first time he had seen such a newly built high-end ancient building in history, and he felt that everything was magnificent:

Is this the ancestral temple?
The newly built ancestral hall?
Their family...what rank of official was he at that time?

Shen Le tried his best to recall the information he had read before coming here. Before he could remember, someone inside shouted:
"The auspicious time has come!"

All of a sudden, gongs and drums sounded, and the group of middle-aged and elderly men turned around collectively, straightened their clothes, and walked into the ancestral hall.

Shen Le walked in with the crowd, looking around as he walked:
In the main hall's patio, there are twelve inlaid gold and silver incense burners, arranged in pairs in a solemn manner.

There was smoke curling around the stove, and Shen Le didn't know whether it was the sandalwood incense or one of the various famous incenses. He just felt dizzy from the smoke, so he had to quickly retreat to the corridor at the side.

On the walls of the corridor, there are rows of small memorial tablets with silver hooks and iron paintings on them, which are obviously the work of a master and record the deeds of Huang's ancestors in detail.

The seven-step black lacquer path leads directly from the entrance to the shrine, where the sandalwood and gilded portraits of the ancestor and ancestors of this branch are enshrined.

A group of old men came to the sandalwood altar in front of the shrine and stood in line according to their seniority.

Some people presided over the sacrifice, some accompanied the sacrifice, some offered wine, presented silk, held incense, and poured wine, and the actions were orderly.

Look at those people standing in the front. They are all wearing official uniforms and probably have higher official ranks than others.

Those who were dressed in cloth could only sit in the courtyard outside, or even outside the courtyard, listening to the music coming from the courtyard, and bow, cheer, bow, cheer, bow, cheer...

After repeating this three times, the ceremony was finally over and Le Zhi left. Shen Le also breathed a sigh of relief:

"Oh my god, this ancestor worship activity is so neat..."

From beginning to end, all that could be heard were the singing of rituals, the sound of kneeling, and the rustling of robes and boots. Not even coughing, laughing, or muffled chatting could be heard.

If it was a National Day military parade or a Spring Festival Gala, after several rounds of rehearsals, Shen Le wouldn't find it strange. However, it was just a local family's ancestor worship...

All we can say is that the clan members who are qualified to come here to worship their ancestors probably have a certain social status and are at least better able to control themselves?

The ancestral hall was empty, which was just right for Shen Le to walk around slowly with his hands behind his back. He compared the real ancient house he had restored with the dark ancient house recorded by the scanner bit by bit:
Well, the Ancient House of Darkness looks quite similar to the current ancestral hall, but it is much more empty and desolate, and is far from being as magnificent as it is now.

Shen Le approached the pillar of the main hall, reached out and touched it, then pinched it twice, and was surprised to find that the pillar was actually made of ironwood!
So rich!

Was this wood shipped from Southeast Asia?

Pillars this thick and heavy can be used as pillars for palaces and temples!

He walked slowly around the ancestral hall, looking from the gilded sea-suppressing beast Chiwen hanging from the eaves, to the row of bronze offerings in front of the shrine, to the caisson ceiling in the center of the main hall.

The pattern inlaid in the center of the well was very special. Shen Le tilted his head, squinted his eyes, turned his feet left and right, and looked for a long time before he realized that it was the map of the twenty-eight constellations.

Looking more closely, the star map was shining brightly, and when it changed position, it would glow with a rainbow color, which was clearly inlaid with mother-of-pearl. He had used this mother-of-pearl himself, and it should be a luminous shell.

As far as I can remember, the source of the luminous shells in that era should have been imported goods from Srivijaya?

"So rich." Shen Le exclaimed in admiration, then looked at the various plaques hanging on the beams and walls.

What are the words "Baogui Liufang" and "Longxi Chuanfang". There is also a huge wooden plaque with red paint as the base and black paint with gold characters, which describes in detail the process of repairing and rebuilding the ancestral hall...

"Yeah, it's good. We can rebuild the ancestral hall and gather everyone to worship our ancestors. This is a big project. At least it was a good thing in that era - it can greatly enhance the family's ability to survive."

Shen Le nodded in approval, slipped out of the second entrance of the men's shrine, and went to the third entrance of the women's shrine.

The event in the women's temple had just ended, with the jingling of jewelry, the lingering smoke of incense, and the chirping of women. Shen Le stood there for a while, and his eyes flickered again:
"Here! Here!"

A crisp, joyful voice came from behind the corner of the female shrine. Shen Le quickened his pace and turned the corner. He saw a girl in white hiding behind the wall, holding a lantern and waving:
"Aying! Come quickly! Come quickly!"

Who are you talking to?
Shen Le turned his head in the direction she waved. The sound of hurried boots stomping on the ground came closer and closer, and a young man in blue clothes flashed out:
"Shanshan!"

"Why did you come just now? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The girl in white, Shanshan, raised the lantern and shone it at him. As the light flickered, Shen Le saw that she was only about thirteen or fourteen years old, with two buns on her head, each with a string of various precious flowers:
As she dodged those two steps, under the brilliance, Shen Le saw pearls, crystals, giant clams, corals...

Looking at her clothes again, although it was just a simple white dress, it was a white silk with dark patterns. When the lights flickered, the silk showed patterns of pine branches and bamboo leaves, which was both low-key and elegant.

"A daughter of a wealthy family!" Shen Le exclaimed. Even back then, this dress would have been worth dozens of taels of silver, right?

Then he turned his head to look at the young man Aying in blue. His clothes were also made of blue silk with dark patterns. The jade hanging around his waist was crystal clear and moist, and beautifully carved. It was of a quality that would occupy a prime position in a museum.

He reached out to grab the girl's hand, but Shanshan dodged with a smile:
"Let's go! Accompany me to walk across the bridge! If we don't go now, the Qingfeng Tower will be crowded with people, and we won't be able to see the Poseidon Lanterns they have hung!"

The two walked side by side, each holding a lantern, and joined the crowd. On the Lantern Festival, large groups of women with pearls and jade in their hair, dressed in white clothes and skirts, strolled in the streets.

They lined up in a long queue, walked from one bridge to another, and touched the bridge pillars with their hands:
"Get rid of all diseases! Get rid of all diseases!"

"No diseases! No back or leg diseases!"

"Be healthy and safe!"

Go up the bridge, go down the bridge, walk along the long bluestone road, go up another bridge, and then go down another bridge.

On the Lantern Festival night in Citong City, the night wind was gentle and almost as soft as the willow breeze blowing on your face. The two of them walked across three bridges in a row, and Shanshan's cheeks were already flushed and slightly sweaty.

The young man in blue took the lantern from her hand and handed her a handkerchief:
"Come, wipe your sweat. Aren't you going to watch the Lantern Festival at Qingfeng Tower? Come on, I know a small path that will be very convenient for you to get there!"

The small road is not that convenient. On Lantern Festival night, the streets are deserted and the previously smooth small road is crowded with people everywhere.

Shanshan followed Aying through the alley, and finally got out of the alley. A hand fell on the top of her head:

"Keep your head down! Just walk with your back bent like this! Don't look up! Walk! Keep walking!"

She bent over as she was told, almost leaning on the young man in blue, and carefully moved in and out of the crowd. The young man spread his sleeves to cover her head and face, and the scent of incense on his clothes filled her nose, making her heart flutter.

After walking about ten steps, he moved the arm above his head away and placed a hand on her elbow:
"Alright. Turn around and look!"

"Wow!"

Shanshan's eyes lit up and she exclaimed. Even Shen Le was slightly surprised:
A glittering dragon swam from the street and the alley, winding and stretching forward. Looking more closely, it turned out that the dragon was not made of paper, but of a translucent clam shell, which was shining brightly inside.

Looking in the direction of the dragon head, the whole street is filled with colorful lanterns, more than ten thousand of them. At the end of the road, a colorful building stands tall, with guests like clouds and silver candles burning brightly:
"Look, we've arrived at Qingfeng Tower!"

The height of Qingfeng Tower was almost a landmark building in that era. The building is octagonal, with three layers of flying eaves, and a total of 24 palace lanterns hanging high.

In the center of the roof, there is a colorful lantern hanging high up. It uses Nanyang tortoise shell pieces as a painting screen and has a built-in magnetic needle compass. As the thermal air currents rotate, the navigation scene slowly emerges.

"So beautiful!"

Shanshan looked up, her eyes sparkling, and was obviously mesmerized by the lights. Suddenly, a cheer came from the building:
"it is good!"

"it is good!"

A waiter held a long pole and took down a palace lantern, and handed it to a young man at the second-floor railing. The young man held the palace lantern high, looking full of vigor and vitality.

Shanshan stared at the palace lantern with envy on her face, almost holding her breath. Ah Ying glanced at the girl next to her, and suddenly reached out and shook her hand:

"Don't move around here. I'll go get you a lamp!"

(End of this chapter)