The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 649 Shen Le, you're simply a master of porcelain restoration!!!
A chilling wind, a dark and eerie wind, rose from the Soul-Suppressing Figurine, soaring upwards. It rose higher and higher, growing larger and larger, instantly more than doubling in thickness.

If Shen Le hadn't shouted and activated the vortex of wind to pull Professor Zhang back when the yin wind first rose, he would have been seriously ill if he had been touched by the yin wind.

"Stand behind me! Don't come any closer! —Qingdeng!"

Shen Le gave the order urgently. A voice said "Coming!" from within the meditation world, and the area around them instantly lit up.
Eight silvery pillars of lightning, centered on the two, spread out in eight directions. From each of the eight corners, thin silver threads extended, layer upon layer, forming a three-dimensional spiderweb that enveloped the two.

The howling, eerie wind, upon touching the spiderweb, instantly burst into flames, emitting a foul odor and a piercing shriek, swirling and moving in the opposite direction...

"What exactly is this……"

Professor Zhang staggered two steps, saw the black wind appear before him and be driven away, and then realized that he had escaped a disaster. His back was covered in cold sweat.

His heart was pounding, his legs were so weak he could barely stand, and he struggled to straighten himself:

"Thank goodness you're here..."

"I invited you here, so I'll definitely ensure your safety." Shen Le stepped in front of Professor Zhang, her tone slow and calm.
"Don't worry, lightning has the strongest power to ward off evil. As long as you stand in the circle, you will be fine no matter what. I'll go out and take care of this first, and then I'll ask you to come back."

He slowly stepped out of the electric circle. Professor Zhang reached out to stop him, but seeing a layer of bright silver draped over Shen Le like a cloak, he swallowed back his words of concern.

Shen Le walked unhurriedly towards the Yin Feng. As he walked, he raised his hand, conjuring another strong gust of wind from all directions, which tightly enveloped the Yin Feng.

The strong wind was initially clear and transparent, but the dust it sucked up from the ground gave it away;
After spinning once, a faint red hue appeared inside. As it spun around a second time, the red deepened. By the third spin, a thin layer of flame could be seen with the naked eye, clinging to the eye of the flame and spinning with it.

The strong wind swirled and tightened inwards, covering everything from top to bottom. When the cold wind encountered the flames, it was immediately burned with crackling and exploding sounds, and retreated inwards as if scalded by fire.

As it shrank, the vortex of wind and fire summoned by Shen Le tightened its coil. Shen Le slowly stepped forward, his right palm swirling downwards like stirring water.

With each rotation, the volume occupied by the Yin Wind was compressed and shrunk by one circle. By the ninth rotation, the Yin Wind had been compressed back to the Soul-Suppressing Figurine, and the Wind and Fire Spiral was less than two feet away from the Soul-Suppressing Figurine.

"Please don't let it explode...please don't let it explode..."

Professor Zhang watched, barely daring to breathe. He wanted to shout, but was afraid of distracting Shen Le and holding him back, so he could only stand in the circle of lightning and mutter to himself.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw two women in flowing skirts standing behind him, one on his left and one on his right, their long sleeves outstretched. One was massaging his left shoulder, and the other was massaging his right shoulder...

Her figure was graceful, her movements moderate, and her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back. The only unusual thing was that beneath that hair, above her collar, there was no face…

A ghost!

Professor Zhang shuddered... but bravely endured it. He tried to turn his head, forcing himself not to feel the strange sensation on his shoulder, and stared at the porcelain figurine in front of him.

The piles of broken porcelain shards, even without being glued together or secured by hair, floated quietly in the air, forming a complete human shape.

The cracks, crisscrossing like a tear-stained face, were gurgling with black steam. Even the lips of the porcelain figurine, fixed in place during firing, seemed to be opening and closing, as if crying out:

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Shen Le listened intently for a long time, but couldn't glean any information other than "pain".

Perhaps, after being buried for thousands of years, it has lost most of its consciousness, forgotten its name, and forgotten its past...

"Hey, how do I do this?"

The footsteps behind were unsteady, circling and stumbling up the hillside. Shen Le quickly turned around, manipulating the mist to create a path, allowing the Special Affairs Bureau guy who had returned to come over:

"Do you have any usual methods? If not, I'll have to resort to violent exorcism!"

The Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword could be used, but the problem was, he was afraid the lightning would be too strong and damage the porcelain figurine...

"No!" Professor Zhang shouted from behind:

"Preserve it as well as possible! — This Northern Dynasties translucent white porcelain figurine is the first of its kind discovered in China!!!"

I know, of course I know—otherwise why would I ask the Special Affairs Bureau for help? Wouldn't it have been solved immediately if they had just burned it with fire or struck it with lightning?
Shen Le smiled and nodded to Professor Zhang, then turned her expectant gaze to the young man.

The young man, panting and struggling, climbed to the top of the hill, but before he could even catch his breath, he was faced with this problem. He could only frown as he looked at the eerie wind trapped within the vortex of wind and fire.

"...I'll give it a try."

After thinking for a moment, he turned back and climbed down the hillside. A moment later, he dragged a machine about the size of a shopping mall sweeper up from the car parked below.
"Fully automatic spectrum exorcism device! Generally speaking, it can completely exorcise even the weakest resentments..."

He opened the back cover of the machine, took out several rectangular, shiny silver pieces, and examined them closely. Shen Le, with sharp eyes, pointed one out:
"This side faces the enemy!"

"Ah, yes, this side." The young man looked down at the writing on the thin sheet and quickly assembled the parts—which Shen Le thought looked a bit like a radar fan—on top of the machine.

Adjust the orientation, aligning the front ends of the thin plates with the Soul-Suppressing Figurine, turn on the machine, and adjust the knobs little by little:
"Keep an eye on it for me! Remember to call me when it shows results!"

Shen Le pursed her lips, wanting to complain but unable to think of the words. The young man squatted behind the instrument, adjusted a knob, and peeked at the Soul-Suppressing Terracotta Warrior in front of him;
Adjust the knob again, and take another look at the Soul-Suppressing Figurine.

Shen Le lowered his eyes slightly, entering a semi-meditative state, sensing the fluctuations emitted by this "transcendence device":

Believe it or not, there really was. Although it was very faint, somewhat chaotic, and a bit off-topic, it wouldn't cause much harm to the Yin Wind.

However, as the young man turned the knob, the nature of the vibration gradually changed, and it felt like it was starting to match...

【pain! 】

【it hurts!】

It hurts so much!

【it hurts……】

As the waveband shifted, the distortion of the eerie wind intensified. Then, a wave that Shen Le vaguely recognized appeared, and within the eerie wind, wails and cries of pain suddenly rose in intensity:

It hurts so much! It hurts so much!

"stop!"

Shen Le quickly called for a stop. The young man paused, took out a pair of glasses, put them on, turned the knob next to the temple of the glasses, and stood up to stare at the yin wind for a few moments.

Perhaps seeing the satisfactory result, he nodded, then squatted down, touched another lever, and pulled it down forcefully:

[It hurts so much!]

The eerie wind suddenly dissipated. It transformed into tiny, translucent tadpole-like gusts, darting about wildly before crashing into the vortex of wind and fire and bursting into flames.

After bumping around aimlessly, they had no choice but to turn back and crawl inside the Soul-Suppressing Pottery. With a crash, the shards of porcelain that made up the pottery collapsed completely, covering the ground in a thick layer… “No!”

Professor Zhang cried out in anguish. Shen Le turned her head and calmly comforted him:

"It's alright, it's alright. I caught all these porcelain shards; they didn't fall freely, so they won't break!"

After speaking, he quickly stepped forward. The vortex of wind and fire naturally expanded and opened, enveloping Shen Le within it.

The vortex of fire even quickly faded and cooled down, so that when Shen Le passed over it, he only felt a slight warmth, not even hot:

"Are you done? Can you understand me now? Can you speak properly and stop lunging at people?"

He asked several questions in succession, the porcelain shards clanging and clattering against each other. After a moment, the fallen shards slowly began to move, piecing together a broken face:

I'm innocent...

They'll cry foul—that's typical public sentiment—and they're probably not among the dead men who died in the Zhang River. Shen Le nodded slightly and took a step forward:
"I understand, you are innocent. So, what do you want now?"

I'm innocent...

"Who killed you?"

[Injustice...]

"Do you want to kill your enemies, or reincarnate? Let me tell you, more than a thousand years have passed since you died. Your enemies' bones have probably rotted to ashes by now..."

[Injustice...]

...That's why I don't like the work of performing rituals for the deceased. It's okay if you can communicate with them, but for those who can't, those who are just remnants of their souls, talking to them is absolutely agonizing!
These remnant souls, which cannot be gathered together at all, have no reason and no logic. It is simply impossible to fulfill their obsessions and deliver them from suffering!

Shen Le silently rolled his eyes. Behind him, the special affairs bureau guy stared at the chaotic lines on the screen and sighed along with him:
"Or, should I turn the power up a bit more and finish the ritual quickly?"

"Okay! Hurry up!"

The instrument hummed, emitting vibrations that were inaudible to humans but had a great influence on obscure things.

Visibly, the porcelain shard vibrated incessantly, and the thin layer of dark color on it gradually disappeared.

Shen Le waited patiently for about half an hour, then used his mental energy to try and sense the sounds, but he could no longer "hear" the moans coming from inside.

"Clean."

He straightened up and clapped his hands. The special affairs officer stared at the screen for a while, then cautiously said:

"Then I'll turn the power down a bit, and you can take the equipment over to confirm?"

This is a good idea. The delivery guy handed me a long pole with a button on top and a clip at the end to grab items, like the long pole clips volunteers use to pick up trash.

As Shen Le pushed the clamp forward, he manipulated it from behind:

"Move your head close to the object to be detected... Press that button... Great, no red light, no alarm, all set!"

Please take a picture of the LCD screen next to the button, make sure to capture the numbers, and also include the top of the probe...

Shen Le adjusted the position several times and fiddled with the focus until he finally achieved what the delivery guy wanted. After confirming the photo with the delivery guy, he couldn't help but ask:
Why are you filming this?

"We need to leave a record of our work!"

The young man answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

After examining the surface of the porcelain pile, the shards were clamped and flipped open to explore inside, confirming the effectiveness of the fully automatic spectrum excision instrument and the successful completion of the excision process.

The young man pushed the spectrum analyzer to deal with the other broken porcelain pieces nearby. There were forty-nine piles in total, and conservatively speaking, it would take five or six days to perform the ritual, requiring about ten recharges just to get rid of the broken porcelain.

Shen Le carefully scooped up the broken porcelain and presented it to Professor Zhang, who eagerly pounced on it.

"This porcelain figurine... has a delicate and white body, and a very high degree of vitrification, almost to the point of being completely porcelainized..."

With trembling hands, she picked up a piece of broken porcelain, examining its surface, its interior, and the exposed porcelain body at the edges. Then she held it up to the light for a closer look.
"Both the inside and outside are fully glazed, and the glaze is delicate and glossy... There's also a recess here; when you hold it up to the light, sunlight can faintly shine through it—it's definitely translucent white porcelain! Let me put it together and see—"

Seeing her pick up a piece of porcelain, put it down, pick up another piece, and put it down again, Shen Le had no choice but to snatch the porcelain shard away and pull her toward the doorway that Huang Yutong had erected.

They dragged us into the old house, into the studio. Outside, a crowd of people (?) filed in, carrying porcelain shards, and placed them neatly on the long table in the studio.

Without Shen Le saying a word, the women in their skirts moved lightly through the studio, washing, photographing, weighing, and labeling each piece...

The entire process has become an assembly line operation. Not to mention Teacher Zhang, even Shen Le only needs to sit on the side and watch them complete all these complicated and tedious tasks.

Once the recording work was completed, Teacher Zhang rallied his spirits, went to the workbench, and eagerly prepared to assemble the porcelain.

Shen Le grabbed her again:
"Wait! Let them do it, they're fast!"

He got up and mixed the AB glue to prepare for bonding. The skirts, like countless strands of black silk, were stacked up piece by piece, from the porcelain figurine's feet to its calves and trouser legs.

After piecing one piece together, Shen Le brushed several coats of glue onto the cracks;
Put another piece together, and apply a few more coats of glue.

This completely eliminates the most laborious and time-consuming work of comparing and piecing together porcelain, turning it into a ruthless glue-applying machine...

"You finished piecing it together so quickly...?"

Professor Zhang couldn't help but walk over and examine the porcelain figurine from all angles, looking it over repeatedly, but he couldn't find any fault with it.

Among these irregular pieces of porcelain, almost all the cracks and gaps fit together perfectly.

If there are any discordant elements, it is due to missing porcelain pieces, not the result of haphazard piecing together or misattribution.

"You're simply a master of porcelain restoration!" When Professor Zhang looked at Shen Le again, his eyes were filled with fervor.
"Stop working on ancient buildings, how about coming to work with me? I guarantee you can restore all kinds of porcelain within a year!"

"Uh, teacher..."

Shen Le felt like she had a thorn in her side and desperately wanted to run away:
"I don't know how to repair them, but there's a little kid who can hear these porcelain shards talking... They tell me what they used to look like, and where each piece used to be..."

"Isn't this the work of a master repairman?"

(End of this chapter)