The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 540 Little House: Shen Le, if you can't catch it, don't catch it. You made me fall! The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Humph!
Shen Le walked slowly around the ancient house, taking in the atmosphere of the house while speaking softly.

Under the moonlight, a bluish-white air current rose up and fell into the model. Gradually, the model of this ancient house began to change:
Its color becomes darker and deeper, and its shape becomes more solid.

Originally the model was just made of small pieces of wood and clay. Gradually, tree-like patterns appeared on the wood pieces, and the clay that served as the foundation of the model also quietly came to life.

Looking down from above, the clay is covered with a layer of lush green, as if it could support the growth of plants?

Shen Le took a deep breath. So, it was the model in his hand that was going to become the spirit of the artifact, not the ancient house under his feet?
This is quite good. After all, ancient houses are for people to live in - or to be opened as functional buildings, and they cannot make strange noises from time to time.

He can take the model with him, and if it has any special abilities, he can use them. Separating these two aspects will save both!

Thinking that he could have another spirit, Shen Le was very happy, and even his breathing quickened. He forced himself to remain calm and walked around with the model, making sure to capture the aura of every place:
In the corners of the rooms, in the gutters, behind the doors, on the roofs...

Don’t miss anything!

All places where resentment and pain may be accumulated must not be missed, and they must all follow me!

First entrance, second entrance, third entrance, left and right guardhouses, left and right alleys. After walking through all of them, go back to the first entrance from the right alley, stand at the gate, and look up:

There should have been a plaque hanging high at the gate, telling the glorious history of the owner's family. However, after being occupied, looted, and everyone inside was killed...

Maybe it was destroyed too?

Even if it is rebuilt in the future, it will not be the same as before...

He sighed softly. As if sensing his mood, a beam of moonlight slanted down, shining on the mansion and on the model carried by the two clay figurines.

After a moment, the model began to vibrate slightly, spinning and flying silently:
Every time it turned a circle, it shrank a little bit, and every time it turned another circle, it shrank a little bit more. The speed was obviously very slow, and Shen Le stood aside and watched, but he felt that he could not see its trajectory at all:
What is happening in this rotation?
Is it the awakening of the spirit of the weapon?

Or a transformation of space?
Or, is it something he cannot understand?
In any case, the model had no intention of escaping from him. Perhaps because the model was made by him (the little ones around him);

Perhaps it was because he was now standing in the old house, and this model was inextricably linked to the old house;

Or maybe, he was in charge of capturing the aura from the ancient house and injecting it into the model from beginning to end, and during the injection process, it was naturally contaminated with his aura...

Anyway, the model rotated in circles, shrinking little by little until it shrunk to the size of a fist. Perhaps it had shrunk to its limit, it drew an arc and fell directly into Shen Le's hand:

"Good weight!"

Shen Le's arm sank downwards due to it's impact, and the model slipped out of his hand. It spun in mid-air, and with great momentum, it crashed into Shen Le headfirst:
"Ayo!"

pain!
Shen Le took seven or eight steps back, leaning against a pillar to stop his backward momentum. He almost heard the sound of his hip bone snapping and breaking in two.
This is of course impossible, not to mention that his body has been reinforced with copper sheets many times, so it would never be so fragile;

For example, if his hip bone was really broken, there was no way he would still be hanging on, and he would have most likely fallen to the ground...

Shen Le smiled bitterly and rubbed the painful area. While rubbing, he mobilized the heat flow to stir it back and forth in the painful area. It took a while for the swelling to subside and the pain to stop.

When he looked at the model again, it was already facing him with its back door, standing still on the ground in the distance, motionless. It seemed to be protesting to him:
If you can't answer it, don't answer it. Why do you have to show off? It's a rare opportunity for me to show off, but you ruined it!

Really, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!

Shen Le smiled bitterly and shook his head. He stepped forward, grabbed the model, and lifted it up once, then lifted it up again. The model seemed to be rooted in the ground, motionless, not giving him any face at all.

Shen Le sighed, and while mobilizing the heat flow and inputting it into the model, he reasoned with him:

"You are so heavy, you must be equal to the weight of the entire house, right? But what do you want to do by stopping here?

If I can't take you away, no one else can take you away either. Staying with ordinary people is not good for you, nor for them...

How about you become lighter? Look at Xiaomei Zhong, she has contained so many clay figurines, but she can make herself very light..."

The model didn't move at all, as if it was still angry. Only the heat flow from its large gulps showed that it was at least accepting communication.

Shen Le patiently input the heat flow for an unknown period of time, feeling that he was about to be drained. Finally, his hands felt lighter and the model rose up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, holding the model and turning it over and over, looking at it several times, and couldn't help but be overjoyed:

Very good!
After shrinking it to this size, he can just put it in any bag and carry it with him!
You no longer have to ask for Sister Zhong to put it into the pen holder every time you move it, and then transport it over long distances!

By the way, the fist size is still a bit too big. If it can be shrunk a little, for example, to the size of a tangerine, it can be made into a mobile phone pendant, that would be even better...

Also, how big can it get?
Can it become as big as a three-story ancient house?
It would be even better if it could grow bigger. When he travels in the future, he can carry this thing with him and put it anywhere and live in it.

Unfortunately, the ability to grow bigger cannot be tested here. Shen Le called his instructor and calmed down to communicate with the copper piece and the earth veins.

In a moment, his whole body sank into the ground and disappeared.

"Well, it's good to be here." Shen Le emerged from the earth's veins and looked around. It was vast and desolate, with no trace of human beings.

The sky is vast, the wilderness is boundless, the wind blows the grass low and you can see cattle and sheep - in this place, even if you build an old house, no one will be able to see it except the satellites in the sky!

He is not afraid of satellites. He will report to the Special Affairs Bureau and let the Special Affairs Bureau and professional organizations to sort it out. Anyway, he did not build a house here and occupy basic farmland/pasture, right?

He paced back and forth for a few steps, found a relatively flat area with little grass, and carefully placed the model. He placed his palm against the outer wall of the model and patiently communicated with it:
"Long! Long! Long!"

The entire model grew as if it had been blown up. The walls stretched, the houses rose, and complex and beautiful patterns appeared on the floor tiles and the horse-head walls.

Shen Le held his breath and waited, watching it grow to one foot long, half a meter long, one meter long, one and a half meters long...

Then, it stopped moving. Shen Le tried to input heat flow into it, but no matter how hard he tried, it was like a drop in the ocean. The model didn't move at all, completely ignoring him.

"This size won't work!" Shen Le said with a bald head. He stretched out a finger and gently poked the first door of the mansion:

"Hey, can you get a little bigger? I can't even walk into your current size—"

There were three courtyards in front and back, and after removing the eaves of the houses, he couldn't even step foot into the empty courtyard.

I want to carry it with me as a residence. This idea is to pack it up and put it away...

"Snapped!"

The door was pushed back by him, and then suddenly opened, hitting his fingertips hard. It didn't hurt too much, but it clearly expressed his anger:
No!

If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work!

Don't force me!

After the smash, the two doors did not even close securely, but kept shaking back and forth. The bolt jumped down from behind the door and stood upright on the ground, with one end pointing diagonally outside the door.

Shen Le felt that he could somewhat understand its meaning:
No more poking!
If you poke me again, I’ll clamp your fingers and beat you hard!

"Sigh... I hope it just hasn't been fully repaired, so many functions are not yet available." Shen Le sighed and began to take out his backpack.

If after the repair is completed, he is still in such a bad mood, still so stubborn and unwilling to help, then...

Just keep it in the house, what else can you do?
Shen Le put down his backpack, took out a bottle of mineral water, and tentatively put it into the model. When he let go, the bottle disappeared immediately;
Bending down to take a closer look, I saw that the water bottle had rolled over in the first yard, rolling from east to west, and was about to roll into the gutter.

Shen Le reached out his hand again, and the mineral water drew a small arc and fell back into his palm.

Hey, this is good, at least it can hold things!

Shen Le's eyes lit up. He tried to put more things in:

A handful of freshly plucked weeds tied into knots;

a freshly caught grasshopper;

A laptop computer;

the entire backpack he was carrying;
Zhong Xiaomei directed the clay figurines that jumped out of the pen holder...

After a round of testing, he picked up the shrunken model and went directly back to his own mansion. He picked up the round stools, armchairs, armchairs, etc. in the mansion one by one and put them into the model.

After testing everything I could think of, I came to the following conclusion:

Living things cannot be put in for the time being, including spiritual foreign objects, such as clay figurines;

Inanimate objects can be put in, even those larger than the diameter of the model yard, such as armchairs and round tables, which can be put in directly. The model can accommodate them.
But after the model has received these things, it cannot place them in their proper places, neither in the hall nor in the house, but can only let them lie in a heap in the yard;

What's even more troublesome is that Shen Le picked up the model and turned it around, threw it in the air a few times, and then unfolded it. The things he put inside had already rolled and smashed into a ball...

"So it can only be used to store supplies... or it can only store limited supplies..."

Shen Le sighed a little disappointedly. He didn't need much supplies that needed to be tied up so that they wouldn't roll around and break even if they did. It would be a waste to use the house to store them!
Alas, fortunately, this old house has not been completely restored. I can only hope that it will evolve quickly... Shen Le put the model away again, silently teleported back to Citong City, and then rushed to the residence of his mentor and fellow students. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he heard the noisy voices inside, and the whole place was in an uproar:

"I'm fine! I'm fine!"

"I'm totally fine!"

"Boss, look!"

Shen Le took a few quick steps and rushed to the door. In the suite where the instructor lived, a dozen people gathered together. Junior brother Ma Xuanyu opened his arms, exposing his chest and abdominal muscles, showing them everywhere:
"Not at all! Those red dots that had been frightening me are all gone!"

"It has indeed disappeared completely." Beside him, a young Special Affairs Bureau operative was holding a long black pole and was using the sensing device on the pole tip to shake it over his body, up and down.

Shake it once, look at the number on the screen, shake it again, and look at the number on the screen again.

Shen Le had sharp eyes. He could see that all the numbers were green without having to walk over. They were obviously safe and harmless.
"Congratulations, the resentment that was lingering around you has completely disappeared. There is no residue left. You are safe!"

He stepped aside. A young monk from Kaiyuan Temple stepped forward, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, and pressed it between Ma Xuanyu's chest and abdomen.

He rolled it from top to bottom and from bottom to top twice, then picked up the rosary and squinted his eyes to look at the sunlight:

"Well, the rosary has not changed at all. Even the lines on it are intact. There is no sign of erosion. You are indeed fine."

"Ah, that's great, I have to thank Senior Brother Shen - Senior Brother! You're back!"

"Well, I'm back." Shen Le nodded to him with a smile, raised his hand and held down his hands as he wanted to lift up his lapels to show them to him.

Before he could say a few more words of comfort, Junior Sister Huang had already pushed aside the two junior brothers and stepped in front of Shen Le:
"Brother, there's me too! I'm even more powerful here!"

Shen Le turned his head to look at her. Junior Sister Huang pulled her collar down hard, stretched her neck, and showed it to him.

On the fair and slender neck, the once pink marks had turned dark red, and it looked as if blood was about to drip out.

It's not even just "appearance". If you look closely, you will see tiny red dots like needle tips on the marks, which are obviously manifestations of subcutaneous hemorrhage.

"Senior Brother, you have to save me!" Junior Sister Huang carefully stroked the marks on her neck. She pressed it once, took a breath of cool air, pressed it again, and took another breath of cool air.

She stared at Shen Le closely, almost in tears:
"This mark is getting worse! Brother, save me, I don't want to die—"

"hiss……"

Shen Le frowned and walked around her once, then again. He originally thought that these two junior brothers and sisters fell into the dark side of the ancient house because of their bloodline and relationship.

Junior Sister Huang is a descendant of the Huang family, and Junior Brother Ma is her boyfriend, who corresponds exactly to Shanshan and Aying. The red spot on Junior Brother Ma's body is exactly the same as Aying's who was pierced by thousands of arrows...

But Shanshan was not strangled to death!
She didn't even hang herself!

She stabbed her throat with a golden hairpin and then fell to her death. Even if there were scars on her body, they were not the same as those on Junior Sister Huang's body and did not match at all...

"Senior brother..."

Huang Chuxia looked at Shen Le eagerly, treating him as her last straw.

Around him, his mentor, fellow students, and several Special Affairs Bureau operatives and experts were all staring at him intently. Shen Le lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then turned his gaze to the experts:
"What do you think?"

The operative holding the long black pole took a step back.

Although they are also considered practitioners, they are only the kind that are mass-produced by the Special Affairs Bureau. Their only ability is to use special instruments:

There are detectors for detection, there are exorcism instruments for exorcism, and exorcism of monsters basically relies on firepower.

In this situation, Shen Le’s Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword is hung in everyone’s residence day and night, and he can’t stop it, so they can’t stop it even more!

"It shouldn't be... a resentful ghost." The little monk walked forward slowly, holding a rosary in his hand, and muttered a few passages of scriptures.

When the rosary wrapped around his hand glowed slightly, he hung the rosary around Huang Chuxia's neck, stared intently at the place where the rosary touched his skin, and shook his head helplessly:
"If they are evil spirits or evil ghosts, with the blessing of Buddha, they can be prevented from causing trouble. But in this situation... Amitabha..."

Maybe I should go back and ask my master?
Or, ask other eminent monks and masters?

He really knows too little... Amitabha, learning really has no end, and it really is right to avoid arrogance and impatience...

"I can only say that in the goddess' temple, your life should be safe and you won't be harassed."

The keeper of the Tianhou Temple walked forward slowly, and his cool fingertips touched Huang Chuxia's neck, causing her to sigh comfortably. The keeper frowned slightly and shook his head gently:
"However, if we want to completely solve the problem, it may still depend on Mr. Shen."

Mr. Shen had no other options for the time being. He took out the model in his hand and showed it to the people around him:
"I can only say that this ancient house has not been fully restored yet, and the stories inside it have not been fully developed. Maybe it will be fine once it is completed?"

No one answered him. The two practitioners smiled, smiled, kept their elegant smiles, and pretended not to hear anything.

Only the operative from the Special Affairs Bureau had a bitter face. He stretched out a long pole and carefully measured the model's spiritual power value:
"It's really a bit different... Mr. Shen, I remember when you first built this model, it wasn't so supernatural, right?"

Well, I have to record and report again, which adds to my workload. How long do I have to work overtime today?

I agreed to go to the movies with my girlfriend. I can only hope that this is a big hit and it won’t be taken off the screen so soon…

"Yes, when this model was first built, it was very large and took up an entire table." The instructor also stepped forward, carefully bent over, and looked at the fist-sized gadget in front of him:

"Now... is it so small? Or did you, Shen Le, create a new one?"

"It just became smaller." Shen Le smiled and waved, signaling the crowd to disperse a little and make room for a table.

He placed the model on the table, communicated with it carefully, and watched it unfold:

"Boss, look, this is the original size. It can be doubled, but it has reached its limit and can't be bigger. I'm thinking, should I spend more time repairing the old house until it's complete?"

"Well, then you can practice slowly." The teacher nodded calmly. By the way, he gave Shen Le a reassurance:

"It's okay. We have already communicated with the project's owner. They know the situation and have agreed to extend the construction period. Don't worry, take your time. The most important thing is to get the project done well!"

Who is Party A?
Is it the local cultural heritage protection department or the Huang family clan?

Or, the cultural heritage department issues the permit and the clan pays?

In short, everything is possible... If it's the Cultural Relics Protection Department, the Special Affairs Bureau can deal with them. If the clan pays, it can complete the clan's history. They should all agree, right?

Shen Le wrote down the memories he got from the ancient house and gave them to his fellow apprentices. Don't worry about the origins, just do your research based on this:
Let's look at the existing data to see if it supports successful research, and whether it supports carving a stele in the ancient house, or at least forming a document directly attached to the clan history?

"This... Senior Brother, this is too difficult. It feels like it was made up..."

Huang Chuxia held the document given by Shen Le in both hands, her brows knitted together:
"It's fine to use it for a TV series, but it's a bit difficult to put it into history..."

"It's okay, you guys can do whatever you want. I'm not saying that the research must be successful." Shen Le smiled and patted her arm, reaching for the model on the table.

The one-meter-long model rose, rotated, and shrank in front of the surprised gazes of the fellow students, and flew into Shen Le's hands. It was still a fist-sized ball:
"I'll go to the old house and take another look. There should be some things that need repairing. You guys take your time to look up information and do experiments! After the experiment, no matter whether it succeeds or not, give me a message!"

He picked up his bag and headed for the old house. After searching inside and outside, up and down, he found no clues.

After returning from get off work in the evening, Junior Brother Ma knocked on Shen Le's door with a pile of information:

"Brother, we found some things... and we also found some experimental reports on the human bones we found at the bottom of the ancient well..."

Seven or eight original materials, photocopies of the family tree, photocopies of the notes of predecessors, and experimental reports were spread out on the ground in front of Shen Le. Junior Brother Ma picked up the documents one by one and reported one by one:

"First, we found human bones... In addition to the bottom of the well, we also searched the entire courtyard of the ancient house, under the floor tiles, and under the foundation, and found some human bone fragments..."

It should be said that the ratio of human bone fragments and particles is abnormally high, which makes people suspect that the house was built on corpses.

With Shen Le's money, his fellow apprentices sent all the bones for testing:
"There are men and women, young and old, and even infants. We even did a trace DNA extraction experiment, and tested and compared the DNA..."

The result of the comparison is that there are members of the Huang clan, members of the Southern Song Zhao clan, and even members of non-Han ethnicity.

From an anthropological perspective, the sources of the bones are either European or Arab, and they are very rich. The sources of these bones also match the history of the ancient house:

"We found some notes from the ancestors of the Huang family... Brother, look, it mentions that after the Yuan army broke into the city, they killed many members of the Zhao and Song royal family, as well as the elders, scholars and officials in the city..."

In the Huang Clan Ancestral Hall, many people who did not have time to escape from the city and hid in the hall were slaughtered.

The ancestral hall was occupied by outsiders. A hundred years later, when the Ming Dynasty drove out the Tartars, the ancestral hall returned to the clan...

(End of this chapter)