The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 552 If you say you want to take it to the Holy Land, then you have to take it there! - Well, which courier company should we look for?
"You let them move into this black square?"

"Successfully lured them out of the model, and then the black cube exploded?"

“Hahaha…hahahaha…hahahahahahahahaha…”

Across the table, the keeper of the Guanyue Temple laughed so hard that he fell backwards and clapped his hands on the table. Every time he clapped his hands, Shen Le's heart would tremble:
Stop taking pictures!
The soup of the ginger duck you brought is about to spill!
Although this dish is mainly for eating meat and drinking the soup just adds a little flavor, the casserole you brought is too big to handle and the soup is about to overflow to the edge of the casserole!

The temple keeper heard that Shen Le had basically completed the restoration work, so he came to visit under the pretext of inviting him to have a bite to eat.

As soon as he arrived at the old house, he heard such a big joke that he almost rolled on the ground with laughter:
"You've raised the level too high... Even if it were me who was going to live here, I wouldn't dare to..."

Shen Le glared at him fiercely. To be fair, this temple keeper left a good impression on him. He was cheerful, talkative and cheerful.

And perhaps influenced by the temple he is worshipped in, he always looks righteous when he stands there.

But this is not a reason for you to laugh at me!
"That's it. Just give me an example." The temple keeper laughed until he was out of breath. It took him a long time to stop laughing. He wiped away his tears.
"Now there is a wanderer overseas. Well, the ghost of the wanderer overseas wants to go home. You make him a small house, even if it is a courtyard house with three entrances and three exits..."

Shen Le: “…”

He glanced at the model he had just made, and felt that the other party was alluding to him...

The temple keeper's mouth curled up again. He stared at the fragments of the black square again and again, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his mouth.

"I guess they will follow you. But if you make a Forbidden City, no, the Forbidden City metaphor is not appropriate. For example, if you make a tower where the founding ceremony was held..."

He started laughing again. Shen Le's facial features were wrinkled:

What he said is absolutely right. He can make a model of the city tower and fly up to take a look, but he will definitely not live in it.

who is he?

Is he worthy? !

"Oh, I know what you mean. I'll make a smaller one." Shen Le sighed helplessly. The temple keeper laughed again and quickly suppressed his mouth:
"What materials are you going to use? Do you want my help?"

"I……"

Shen Le was in a dilemma. His original plan was to build something similar to a chapel using spiritual wood, or to mold one using spiritual clay.

But, what should I say? On the one hand, he didn't want to use the precious spiritual wood and spiritual soil on these bad species (although he had a whole secret realm of stocks);
Furthermore, Shen Le had a feeling that the things he made with the spiritual wood and spiritual soil he had stored might not be compatible.

Well, the nature of the power might not be right, and I can't guide those guys in well...

"Forget it, forget it. Let me help you. Let me go to Qingjing Mosque and get a few bricks. They are old bricks that were replaced when they were repairing the house. They should be usable, right?"

This should work! Shen Le's eyes lit up. The same beliefs, years of immersion, and similar buildings should, perhaps, be easier to attract them?

"How can I do this..." He declined instinctively. The temple keeper had already started laughing:

"It's okay. This is very convenient. If you really feel bad, then -"

He pointed at the artificial crystal fragments that Shen Le had swept into the corner but had not yet thrown away:
"Give me this? The power on it is quite interesting. I want to study it!"

The deal was concluded. Half a day later, the temple keeper left happily with a bag of crystal fragments and a bag of spiritual fruits (for Guanyue Temple! Not for you!);
Shen Le sat in front of a large stone brick, spread out a piece of paper and pen, and began to draw:
What shape would be better?
Arab local houses? Or ancient houses? What do they look like? Maybe we need to research...

Or the ancient dwellings in Qitong City?
Or, how about building a chapel, replicating the chapel built in the first entrance of the Huang Clan Ancestral Hall at a 100:1 ratio according to my memory?
Anyway, the stone brick was large enough, half a meter long, 30 centimeters wide, and 20 centimeters thick. It was covered with thick moss and the surface was slightly weathered, obviously having experienced more than a hundred years.

By releasing his mental power, he could even feel a heavy echo, with anticipation, with nostalgia, and with many flavors that Shen Le could hardly taste.

Perhaps, just maybe, something made with this brick would be more suitable for his use?

Shen Le went back and forth, checked countless materials, countless books, papers, travel guides, and photos, and finally finalized the draft.

He first drew a neat square room, 3 meters by 4 meters in size, and then after some thought, he doubled the length and width to accommodate more people.
Then, next to the entrance to the room, a wash basin was set up, and next to the wash basin, a bucket and a long-handled ladle were drawn;
At the deepest point, far away from the entrance, there is a carved arch niche on the wall, 60 cm deep and 2.2 meters high.

There is no need to put a statue or a cross in the niche. Just draw a small book with light strokes. It's great! So convenient!

In front of the niche, rectangles outline the existence of prayer mats, no, prayer carpets. There are even beautiful geometric patterns on the ground, which are obviously local characteristics...

Shen Le thought about it and installed two rows of narrow windows on the side of the room to allow sunlight to shine in directly.

When the time comes and I can buy it, I will install colored glass on the narrow windows, so that when the sunlight shines in, it can project Arabic mottos;

If you can't buy it, you can just install ordinary transparent glass. It's not for living people anyway, so a smaller budget is better.

If you can’t buy it, or if the difficulty is too high, just leave this place empty...

This should satisfy them, right?
Shouldn't that make them feel safe inside?

Yes, there is one more thing to add, that is, a timer. It doesn't matter if there is none. After so many years, he doesn't believe that those residual souls worship on time every day!

Shen Le finished drawing the design and started to work. He first threw a bunch of cleaning skills to remove the moss and dust on the stone bricks, and then put them on the cutting machine:

The grinding wheel spun with a roar, cutting the stone into small pieces accurately, and then into stone slabs. Before Shen Le could make a move, the little inkstone had already pounced on him:
[I'll do it! I'll do it! ——I've read the design! I'll chisel the stone!]

The ink line bounced, horizontally and vertically, and instantly a row of lines were drawn on the stone slab. Chisels and hammers flew over and started working:
Chisel out a wash basin, chisel out a bucket, chisel out a ladle, chisel out an arch niche...

Shen Le was distracted and saw that they had even carved out vine-like patterns on the archway and a scripture shelf inside the archway, with scriptures spread out on the shelf.

They couldn't carve out a carpet, but they could make a pattern on the floor. They carved a pendulum clock into the wall in a fake way, and the pendulum even swung to one side, as if it would swing back at any time.

As for whether this pendulum clock can display the time correctly, that is another matter and Shen Le has no control over it anyway.

Ding-ding-dang-dang, ding-ding-dang-dang-dang. The small inkstone lead weight waved, and the carpenters under his command changed their jobs to stonemasons, chiseling out a piece of broken stone and stone powder in the room.

When Shen Le woke up, they came over to hand in their homework in high spirits:

[Done! Shen Le, look, we've done it!]

It was indeed done. Under the command of Xiao Modou, the tool group not only chiseled out small pieces of stone slabs according to Shen Le's plan, but also made mortise and tenon grooves on the stone slabs.

When Shen Le came to see, they had all installed the stone slabs to form a small stone house that could fit in the palm of your hand.

Shen Le had to lie on the table and shine a flashlight inside to see the small niche and the delicate patterns on it...

"Well, well done!"

Shen Le praised the little guys profusely, and stroked and injected heat into each of them, from the small inkwell to the tools in his hands.

To the delight of the tool group, he found a well-worn wool sweater, cut it into small rectangular pieces, and laid them out on the stone floor one by one—even adding some glue to hold them together.

Then, he put the stone house back together, grabbed a stone slab from the side, and used the earth power inside to fill the mortise and tenon joints:
"Grow! Grow! Grow! Grow into one piece!"

The grayish-yellow fluorescence followed his wishes, falling in dots. In a moment, the stone slabs, which were held together by the mortise and tenon structure, deformed, bonded, and tightly connected, becoming one.

Shen Le reached out and picked up the stone house, shook it up and down, and swung it. Seeing that it had not deformed or shifted at all, he was very satisfied:
"Great, it's done! Now let's try to see if we can lure them over here!"

The process from last time is repeated now. Offer the hand-pulled mutton, place a small house at the door of the ancient house model, input the heat flow, and mutter to let the light cage release the person.

After struggling for a long time and sweating profusely, finally, a nearly black light bead slowly floated up and slowly fell into the stone room:
It circled around the stone room, and then again. Shen Le held his breath and watched it go up and down, exploring every corner, and then slowly flew out.

Fortunately, I didn't fly into a rage and blow the stone house to pieces. Anyway, it's always a good start...

The black light ball flew back to the model of the ancient house, floated outside the light cage for a while, found a crack and drilled in.

More fluorescent lights rose up to greet it, like a fly flying into a group of flies, buzzing and making annoying noises.

The black fluorescence fluttered for a long time, and then more than ten black fluorescence flew up and rushed towards the stone house again; more fluorescence sank down and stayed there, as if they wanted to stay in the ancient house until the end of time...

Shen Le waited patiently for a while, waiting for the dozen or so black lights to explore the stone house, explore it inside and out, and then go back to report to the main force.

After a long discussion? Argument? Debate? About half of the black light flew to the stone house, and the other half sank down. There it lay motionless, without any more movement.

What?
Are you not leaving now?
Do you plan to live in both places?

He wants the house here, and he wants the house there. It's like he has obtained foreign citizenship, but refuses to give up his Chinese citizenship, and must hold on to the "beep" as a fallback?
Shen Le was very annoyed. He reached out and grabbed the stone house. The stone house, which was one size larger than his fist, felt heavy in his hand, more than three or five times heavier than before. Fortunately, he was still able to lift it with his strength.
It bounced up and down, swayed, and was about to throw it to the ground, but at the last moment it dropped it again. With a smile on his face, he said softly:
"You should move here. I know that you are also wanderers in a foreign land, and you always want to return to your hometown. In this way, you all come to this chapel, and I will take you back to your holy land so that you can go to heaven, okay?"

He repeated it seven or eight times until his saliva dried up. He suspected that the person on the other end didn't understand what he was saying - or maybe he couldn't hear him and therefore couldn't communicate.

Fortunately, when he said it for the last time, the black light in the model of the ancient house started moving again, rising slowly and circling in the house.

One circle, two circles, three circles, and suddenly, most of the black light surged out and plunged into the stone room!
success!

Shen Le almost raised his hands in excitement. He urgently used his reason to restrain his actions and stared at a corner of the old house:
Most of the black fluorescence left the ancient house, leaving only a small cluster of about ten or so, rolling inside. Hmm, these things, maybe they belong to the Yuan army?
Is it those Tartars who burned, killed and looted?
It's normal for them to be unwilling to leave. After all, they don't share the same faith. The holy place in the minds of this group of people is not the holy place of that group of people...

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute." Shen Le rubbed his hands, trying to comfort himself.

Wait until all the black lights that left have entered the stone room, wait until the black lights will no longer run out, wait until I can think of a way to seal them up -

I'll find a way to clean up the remaining things!
I don’t believe that I can’t deal with you!
Wait a minute, don't alarm them now, don't let those annoying guys who have already run away wake up!
He patiently calmed his breathing and tried to provide heat flow to make the light cage around the ancient house stronger, tighter and more resilient.

As the grille of the light cage closed up little by little, before it was completely closed, the black light in the stone room rose up again and all went back into the ancient house. Shen Le couldn't help but shout out:

"Hey!!!"

Why are you back again!

Where's the light cage? Close it quickly and lock them out!
However, the power of the light cage was too weak, or in other words, the power that Shen Le lost to it was not enough, and he could not control it with his mind. Shen Le stared at the black light angrily, and then he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"What?"

You guys fought among yourselves?!
A large group of black lights surrounded the small group of ten or so black lights from all directions. They separated, surrounded, hit, and drove them away...

Bang, bang, bang, bang, crackling, sparks flew, no, black light splashed everywhere. It didn't look like he was going to kill him, but if he really could kill him, he wouldn't hold back...

"What's going on? We finally don't have to stay together anymore. Has the time finally come for revenge and injustice to be paid?"

Shen Le was stunned. It turned out that bad guys could not unite. When they lost their targets or shared common interests, they would fight among themselves...

He waited patiently for a long time. The large group of black lights had obviously had enough of fighting, and surrounded the dozen or so small black lights, driving them out.

He crossed the light cage exit, left the ancient house model, and plunged into the stone house...

"Does this mean... I won't stay here anymore, and neither can you? If we leave, we leave together, and you can't live better than me?"

Shen Le was completely confused. While he was at a loss, he quickly input heat into the house, making the light cage denser and tougher, without any openings.

When he was sure that he could keep the annoying guys out, he smiled and brought out a wooden box:
"Come! Go in!"

He used both hands to lift the stone house and stuffed it into the wooden box. After stuffing it in, he immediately began to seal it:
"Pour the incense ashes from Guanyue Temple in there! Fill it up!"

"Close the lid! Special sealing tape for the Special Affairs Bureau!"

"Special sealing tape made by Tianhou Palace!"

"The seal of Kaiyuan Temple is peeled off, all six sides are covered! ..."

Buddhist, Taoist, and various sealing methods from different sources, all of them are used. Make sure these annoying ghosts stay quietly in the stone house and can't run out again;

then……

"Well... we agreed to send it over, so we have to send it over... Of course, non-believers cannot go to the holy land, so we can only send it to the shore, and then let others send it..."

Shen Le took out his phone again. To be honest, he really didn't know how to send a package abroad, or which courier company had this service.

If it is a courier without a recipient, it is even more unclear and you can only try your best to figure it out...

Oh, right, Yun Kun!
Has Yun Kun been heading in that direction recently?

Could you help him throw the box?

After searching for thirty minutes without success, Shen Le finally remembered the ultimate method: ask his own small wooden boat.

When the call was made, Yun Kun replied happily:

"Ah, me recently? I haven't been to the Red Sea recently! - They told me that the Red Sea has been a bit turbulent recently, so I shouldn't go...

I went to the south recently! I watched our big ships throw big firecrackers! It was so beautiful, they didn't dare to say a word! "

Ah, this... Yun Kun, just have fun. Shen Le switched to the browser screen and quickly glanced at the latest news. It was good. The place Yun Kun went to was quite safe.

At the very least, for thousands of years there have only been indigenous people there, and they were in a primitive social state. They had not developed a very strong civilization, and probably there were not very strong local gods.

Yun Kun went over there to play. Maybe, perhaps, there should be no supernatural power that could deal with it?

"It's good that you didn't go. Don't go." Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and gave up the idea of throwing the things to Yun Kun and asking Yun Kun to help throw the box.

He carried the wooden box and its contents back to his old house, thought for a moment, then carried it to the base of the big camphor tree and solemnly handed it to Ah Lu:

"Do me a favor and keep an eye on these guys. You can eat anyone who dares to escape - if they behave themselves and don't escape, I'll take them back home!"

[It’s me again… You gave me all the dirty stuff… I was gone for months, and when I came back, I didn’t even bring me some nectar or spiritual water…]

The big camphor tree grumbled, but still accepted this glorious task. Shen Le returned to Citong City with satisfaction and tried to lift the model of the ancient house:
"Still not working? Still can't get bigger or smaller? Can't get lighter? Is this because you haven't digested it yet, or do you have a wish that hasn't been fulfilled?"

The model was quiet and silent, and the light cage neither floated nor flashed.

Shen Le patiently input the heat flow for a while, making sure that it was evenly distributed so that every house, every wall, and every beam could fully absorb the force so that they could deform normally.

After waiting for a long time, suddenly, a palace lantern and a white silk rose up at the same time and turned above the roof:
It drew something that might be a talisman or words, and it slowly sank and disappeared.

"Ah this...what exactly did you want to say? Did anyone remember it? - Did anyone take a picture of it?"

Shen Le scratched his head in embarrassment. He looked left and right, but the little ones were silent, and no one answered his question.
Lan Zhuang held up a bronze mirror, and a beautiful light and shadow rolled across the mirror. Looking closely, it seemed to be words, or a woman's figure, floating and sinking, appearing and disappearing repeatedly...

"Well...if you don't answer, I can only do what I want..."

Shen Le sighed. He closed the door, locked it, and sealed it to prevent anyone from running in and tampering with the model—and to prevent the model from running out and scaring others. He called his instructor directly:

"Boss, the house is basically finished. Next, we need to install the plaque, the instruction manual, the circuit and so on, and then it should be open to the public!"

"Really?" The old professor's voice was full of surprise:
"Great! The construction period has finally been maintained! Finally we don't have to delay it! - Wait a minute, I'll call Party A. They have all the plaques and other things in their hands!"

In just two days, a large number of precious plaques worthy of being rated as cultural relics began to arrive.

Shen Le was surprised to see a sign that read "Party History Museum" on the right side of the main entrance to the mansion:
"What? When did you get this review?"

"Of course!" Two staff members who Shen Le didn't know walked in carrying a plaque that read "Heroic Acts". Seeing Shen Le asking, one of them puffed out his chest and bulged his belly, full of pride:

"See it! See it! The sign in my hand has the signature of Admiral Sa Zhenbing!

"In the late Song Dynasty, our family fought against the Yuan Dynasty and fled south to protect the young emperor. In the late Ming Dynasty, we fought against the Qing Dynasty and fled with Emperor Longqing! Although I became an official in order to maintain my family's scholarly heritage, I still followed Sa Zhenbing to fight against Japan and Chiang Kai-shek in the Republic of China!"

Shen Le was stunned as he listened to this, as if he was listening to a story - he had seen this information in the files given by his junior brothers and sisters, but it was different from what the person involved said in person:
"Sabi Wang Jingwei, it's a good thing my family followed Sa Zhenbing, No. 76 didn't have the ability to deal with my family! Or maybe Boss Dai died too early and didn't catch all the damned people in one fell swoop!"

Ah this... your family really has been doing that for generations... for generations. Shen Le gave him a thumbs up, and the guy who should be surnamed Huang raised his head even higher and took him to the side:
"Turn right! Turn right! The yard next to it - our family once entertained the Red Army! This yard used to be a warehouse, and we showed movies to the Red Army!

When I was a kid, I saw that this courtyard was almost completely rotten. The plaque couldn't be hung up, so it had to be placed on the ground. Thank you for repairing it! Yes, the plaque should be hung here, hang it up!"

Behind him, plaques were carried in one after another, with names like "Juren", "Jinshi", "Zongbing", and even "Taipei Taifu".

Shen Le's mind suddenly moved, and he ran to the room where he kept the model of the ancient house:

The entire model was glowing slightly. Especially where the plaque was hung, the light and shadow flowed and fluctuated even more violently:
“Do you want to make all of these?”

"To complete the history of this house, the history of all generations?"

(End of this chapter)