The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 632 Porcelain Tower, you don't want to be pieced together? Then stop messing around!
Shen Le had repaired... the soil that had been burned by fire.

When restoring the old house in Citong, or rather, when restoring Huang Yutong, he repeatedly removed bricks and stones from the walls and tiles from the roof, and then infused them with earth element power.

Each time, those bricks, those tiles, those things formed by the power of fire, responded perfectly to his will:
They became harder and denser, the loose pores inside were filled, and the salt inside the pores flowed out with the water. The stubborn bacteria and fungi that grew were completely wiped out under the powerful spiritual energy.

The broken parts were joined together and merged into one, and even the patterns that had become blurred by time became sharp and clear again.

But this time he failed. For some reason, the porcelain tower fragments did not respond to his will:
He released one hand, and the porcelain shard he was holding tilted downwards, making a soft clinking sound as it fell onto the soft velvet of the table.

As can be seen, the sharp edges between the two porcelain shards remain as sharp as ever, without any trace of connection or slight adhesion.

Shen Le frowned, closed his eyes to sense the condition of the broken section, and after a while, shook his head and sighed:
No.

It simply won't stick together.

Perhaps it is because porcelain, compared to tiles and bricks, underwent a higher firing temperature, resulting in a greater change in the soil composition;
Perhaps this porcelain tower, which was used as a demon-locking tower (?), was tainted with a large amount of alien energy, and ordinary methods could not make them reunite.
Perhaps it was this porcelain tower that, after being sliced ​​into many pieces by the flying swords, still had its sword energy lingering at the cuts...

In short, to repair it, we need to use other methods, or treat the porcelain tower in a different way. It's not as Shen Le had previously imagined, that simply inputting power would solve the problem.

"Do you still want it fixed?"

After observing quietly for a while, Daoist Jingyan asked softly. Shen Le paused for a moment, carefully examined all the fragments, then closed his eyes and sensed the aura of the porcelain tower.

Indeed, this porcelain tower possessed a unique character unlike any other ancient house, pagoda, or other building he had ever seen.

A mixture of lightness and turbidity, sharpness and heaviness, lingered even after the tower had been destroyed and shattered into many pieces.
It was as if it was saying, "I feel like I can still be saved?"
“Yes, I want to fix it. I want to fix it properly.” Shen Le nodded firmly. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, he looked around.
"that……"

"What? Is there anything you need?" Master Jingyan immediately approached him eagerly.

"Do you want me to find someone to help you move? Or vacate a room to set up a laboratory? Or, do you want to find and repair all the other porcelain towers—those that have broken down over the years? That's no problem! I can help you find them!"

Although, according to the sect's records, these porcelain pagodas came to the sect at least a thousand years ago.

Over the years, it was broken, smashed, buried by mudslides, and for various other reasons, until a few years ago, the last porcelain tower finally disappeared into the wind.

Unearthing and repairing them would be quite difficult; it would likely be a massive undertaking, similar to moving a mountain.

"We don't need this for now." Shen Le smiled and waved her hand, turning slightly to observe her surroundings. Then, she removed a bead from her bracelet and tossed it aside.
A flash of light appeared, and a small house suddenly appeared on the flat ground in the valley, tiny and detailed, similar to the earth god temples in the streets and alleys, or under the trees at the foot of the mountain.

Shen Le pointed to the house and instructed the clay figurines:

"Do me a favor and carry all the porcelain pagoda fragments I picked out inside!"

The clay figurines carried trays of fragments and filed in. Shen Le smiled again and turned to Master Jingyan:

"For now, I'll just focus on repairing this tower. As for the other porcelain towers, I haven't sensed them; perhaps they're not meant for me—we'll see when the time comes. Maybe I'll repair them, maybe I won't, it depends on the situation!"

"That laboratory—"

"I brought my own!"

Master Jingyan felt relieved and fell silent. To be honest, he didn't really care whether Shen Le repaired the porcelain tower or not. As long as Shen Le was happy and cleared out the valley, none of them would have any objections.

However, if Shen Le were to retreat back to the ancestral hall with his entire family, including Li Xingtang and Feijian, just to repair the porcelain tower, then absolutely not!
We must find a way to keep him here! Even if it means the abbot has to swallow his pride and borrow equipment from the universities and research institutes down the mountain, or even ask them to bring equipment up the mountain, we must keep Shen Le on the mountain!
Their interaction with the ancient flying swords has only just begun; many disciples who are on missions outside haven't returned yet!
It's great that Shen Le is willing to stay with them!
Moreover, Shen Le didn't ask for many resources while working for them, or rather, almost none. The clay figures filed into the small house and disappeared. The house itself flew back to Shen Le's wrist and transformed into a bead in the bracelet.

Shen Le went into the guest room arranged for him, closed the door, and remained quiet without uttering a sound. After a while, looking out the window, the guest room was empty, except for a small room next to the bed…

If Jingyan hadn't witnessed those clay figurines disappearing into the small house with his own eyes, he probably would have called the police!

By the way, Shen Le didn't even need to run a single electrical wire inside!
Of course not. Shen Le didn't know how Huang Yutong had solved the power supply problem. He only knew that the diesel generator and the barrel of diesel he had placed in the old house were definitely not enough to power so many instruments.

Perhaps it was the small oil lamp that provided the power, or perhaps it was Huang Yutong himself who converted some unknown energy into electrical energy?

In short, Shen Le was already quite adept at operating the equipment. Ultrasonic cleaning tank, turn it on! Let's give all these porcelain shards, buried in the mud, gravel, and tiles for who knows how many years, a thorough cleaning!
Scanner, turn it on! Scan each item one by one, record its 3D shape and data, and integrate it into the computer!

Cameras and video cameras, turn them on! Precision balances, turn them on! Printers, turn them on! After scanning, take photos and videos one by one, weigh them, bag and label the small ones, pack and label the large ones—all assembly line operations!
Shen Le couldn't handle this kind of work by himself, and he wouldn't let the clay figures help him—the little work they did wouldn't even be enough to make the clay figures shed dust and contaminate the laboratory!

Fortunately, the red wedding dress, the silk skirts, and even the orchid makeup could all help. The orchid makeup shimmered with various colors, marking out several different areas in the laboratory;
Rows of red wedding gowns and flowing skirts stood side by side, their fabrics and black hair billowing in the air, a scene of assembly-line production. One person took photos, another filmed videos, one weighed and recorded the results, one bagged and boxed the items, and another labeled them…

Lanzhuang was placed high in the laboratory, where it painted a rainbow on the porcelain shards. One process, one color, then another process, and another color.

Once Shen Le finalized the entire procedure and taught them how to operate the instruments, he could basically walk around the lab and observe the quality of their operations.

I must say, it's much better than doing the work himself, and the quality is much better than when he was in school, when his seniors and juniors would operate the equipment together.

These spirits, awakened from their slumber by him, displayed extraordinary focus and meticulousness after escaping their past suffering, as if instinctively cherishing every opportunity to work. Shen Le only needed to confirm their work level before he could concentrate on figuring out how to repair the porcelain tower. Should he first use the oldest method to piece together a complete version?

He waited patiently for a while, and when the scanning work was basically completed, he downloaded the three-dimensional images one by one and imported them into a special computer for storage.

Drag it here and there on the screen, piece it together here and there:
"This piece and this piece seem to be from the same place..."

"This piece and this piece are also..."

"This piece and this piece... wait, the data doesn't match. Let's put them aside for now; maybe it's from another layer?"

He kept piecing things together until there was a knock on the door. Huang Yutong reminded the people in the Taoist temple that they had come to invite him to dinner. He had only managed to piece together a small part of the items, and had probably managed to get about a dozen large pieces sorted out.

Even after arriving at the table, Shen Le still had a poor appetite. He glanced at Li Xingtang, who picked up a bottle of clear, translucent oil and poured it directly into the tortoise shell.
Lu Zicheng picked up a bowl full of olive oil and slowly drank it. The oil seemed to flow away, leaving only the slight rustling of his clothes and making him appear even more radiant and clear…

Of course, there were also those flying swords, their cold light gleaming, lined up on the shelf, looking extremely majestic and solemn. The premise was that Shen Le didn't occasionally see a flying sword silently take off and plunge headfirst into the wine jar…

"Mr. Shen, please, please have some." Master Qingyue smiled sincerely.
"These are all local specialties from the mountains. They're not expensive, but they're rarely seen outside. For example, this plate of carp lives in the coldest mountain streams. They only cross mountains and leap over waterfalls during the breeding season..."

Shen Le looked at it from left to right and felt that this thing was small, with a pointed mouth, and didn't look like a relative of the Yellow River carp.

There's a principle to eating out: if you see something you don't recognize, you really need to be careful and consider whether it has a special purpose. Shen Le's heart stirred, and she stared at Daoist Qingyue, asking:
"Could this be a protected animal?"

"Uh……"

Shen Le remained silent, her chopsticks twirling as she reached for a dish of food beside her. Master Qingyue quickly raised both hands:
"These are not protected animals! Absolutely not! There are special regulations for cultivators: any plants and animals that cultivators raise in their own secret realms for their own consumption, and that meet the standards for spiritual objects, are not subject to relevant protection regulations!"

Oh, there's this rule too? Shen Le really didn't know that, since he would never encounter such a rule anyway.

Master Qingyue quickly grabbed his phone, found the relevant webpage, and showed it to him:
"Look, this is on the Special Affairs Bureau's official website! And this too, this is the permit for our sect's breeding secret realm, and the scope of planting and breeding animals and plants..."

Shen Le looked closely and found that there was indeed a type of carp called "Iwahara Carp" inside, which looked quite similar to the one in the plate.

Upon closer inspection, the fish on the plate has an extra golden line on each side of its belly, and its whiskers shimmer with a jade-like luster, which remains untouched even after being dipped in the sauce.

A slight release of spiritual energy indeed exuded a powerful aura, clearly distinguishing it from ordinary protected animals.

Shen Le finally smiled. With a flick of her chopsticks, a layer of translucent fish scales, along with the snow-white, trembling fish flesh, separated from the fish body and fell into the sauce.

The fish scales were rich and succulent, while the flesh was delicate and smooth. The combination of these two different flavors instantly won over his taste buds.

"good to eat!"

Shen Le thoroughly enjoyed the meal. Braised rock carp, stir-fried antelope meat, pheasant soup with forget-me-not herbs, steamed sea cucumber with stalactite...

Master Qingyue brought out almost all the best things from their sect, just to keep Shen Le for a few more days so that the disciples and flying swords could have a good exchange.

However, what left the deepest impression on Shen Le was the plate of rock carp:

"Look, after you finish eating it, you can put all the bones and scales back together." Master Qingyue enthusiastically demonstrated to Shen Le.
"If the patterns on these scales are pieced together correctly, they can form very beautiful designs. Once all of them are pieced together, a magical scene will appear..."

His chopsticks flew, picking up fish scales one by one and putting them back in their original positions. The spine, skull, scales, fins, tail—in the instant they were all pieced together, a rainbow-like shimmer swept across the entire fish skeleton.
"It's practically come to life!"

"Yes, its spiritual essence remains." Master Qingyue praised with a smile:
"If you bury such a complete fish skeleton at the bottom of the stream where it grows, the new spirit fish will grow exceptionally well the following year, and their spirit will be exceptionally rich!"

Shen Le stared intently at the fishbone painting, feeling as if some inspiration, like mist, was drifting through his mind, elusive and impossible to grasp. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and jumped up:

"I've got it! Please enjoy your meal!"

He dashed out and ran straight to his room. He rushed into the laboratory, rummaged through drawers and cabinets, and took out all the porcelain tower fragments, beginning to arrange them piece by piece:
This is the base of the tower!
This is also the base of the tower!

This piece should be on top of it... No, the spiritual energy flow is not smooth, it's probably on an even higher level, let's put it aside for now!

This piece... sense its resonance, it should be the eaves next to it. First, fix it with the green silk, and then adjust it little by little later!

Being able to sense the flow of spirituality, the entire jigsaw puzzle game was like having a cheat code activated, moving at lightning speed.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, a 7-story, 2.4-meter-tall porcelain tower stood before Shen Le, its entire body crisscrossed and covered in black hair, binding it tightly together to prevent it from collapsing.
"Take photos! Scan! Scan! Quickly record everything so you can slowly piece it together later! Don't worry, I'll definitely put it together for you..."

Before the words were even finished, several screams rang out from the laboratory. Thin black lines scattered and flew up in all directions, and fragments of the porcelain tower collapsed with a crashing sound.

"Hey! If you don't want to be pieced together, tell me! Don't cut people's hair!"

(End of this chapter)