After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden.

The brilliance on the Internet did not bring Li Er any extra idol baggage, but he just tied up his somewhat messy hair behind his head, left a handful of neat pigtails and started working.

As a result, after a thorough security check, a clean craftsman began to enter Castle Peak during the day and repair the buildings in the castle under his guidance.

Although the sacred building has an incredible power flowing, under the traces of time, it seems that the rules of the Heavenly Dao can no longer be favored.

From the foundation to the foundation to the timber frame roof, everything is carried out with care.

The repair of sacred buildings is to abide by its rules, such as the first point, repair the old as the old, make use of the original as much as possible, and try to avoid adding and demolishing; The second point is to ensure that the shape and structure of the sacred building remain unchanged; The third point is that the raw materials of the sacred building body must not be changed...

The eighth and most difficult point is to use its original traditional craftsmanship.

You must know that many sacred buildings were built hundreds or thousands of years ago, and its traditional craftsmanship has long been lost...

If in this case, it is necessary to forcibly repair it, and the damage caused to the sacred building will be enormous, at least it will reduce its power and grade, and at worst, it will lose its spirituality entirely.

Therefore, every restorer can be listed for direct repair after the strict assessment of the restorers association.

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and on this day, Li Er is standing in front of a dilapidated old stage not far from the former government office and the current conference hall, he looks up at the old building, not knowing what he is thinking.

At this time, there was also news spreading rapidly, and the old and young masters, big girls and little daughters-in-law who had lived in Qingshan Fort for a long time were quickly alarmed.

One by one, they rushed in from all directions, surrounded behind Li Er, and were constantly looking around.

This stage is not very old among the many buildings in Qingshan Pass, but it is a few dilapidated, and it looks even more crumbling, as if it is about to collapse in only a second.

"Restorer Li, I heard that you are going to repair the 'Shengyi Yi'?"

In the crowd, a younger young man shouted to Li Er.

This 'Shengyi' is an ancient stage that has not been performed on it for decades, and the younger generation in the castle is very unfamiliar with it.

I only know that this stage seems to have been built two hundred years ago by a general surnamed Wu, who loves to listen to operas and can win battles after listening to plays.

It is only known that this stage does not seem to be the common form in the surrounding area, and the construction and restoration techniques seem to have been lost, so that for nearly half a century, it has been in a dangerous state, because no restorer dares to do anything to it...

But even so, it still does not prevent them from having a deep affection for them.

Many of them grew up listening to the stories of their parents and grandparents, and this ancient stage occupies an important part of the picture of memory, and is a representative of romance and mystery.

When Li Er heard the question, he retracted his thoughts, turned around with his hands behind his back, a smile appeared on his face, looked at everyone and nodded, and calmly responded:

"Yes."

Li Er's words fell, everyone in the crowd glanced at each other, and a girl with long braids opened her big eyes and immediately asked, "How to fix it?" This building has been seriously decayed and falling off! ”

Listening to the girl's words, Li Er glanced at the former, and then replied: "Demolish!" ”

"Demolition? What to dismantle? ”

"Stage!"

"Is it partial, or..."

"Demolition all!"

The neat answer caused an uproar in the audience.

"Nonsense!"

Before everyone could react, not far away, an extremely angry voice suddenly came.

I saw that an old man with gray hair and a goatee was on crutches, and gradually approached with the support of Wu Yu, the messenger of the Fox Immortal Tower, and the reprimand came from the old man's mouth.

"Is it that you want to dismantle the 'Shengyi'?"

When there were still a few steps left, the old man shook off Wu Yu's support and walked to Li Er alone, his cloudy eyes suddenly condensed, stretched out his crutches and pointed at Li Er, and asked in a deep voice.

The old man must have been very unusual when he was young, he just stared at it like this, and with a finger, Li Er only felt that his eyes flickered, as if he had seen Jin Ge Iron Horse, as if he had seen the bloody rain.

Intimidated by its momentum, if there is a ghost in his heart, this will be a must-have to be weak.

But Li Er's heart was very calm, only a little trance, and then he returned to normal, his eyes looked directly at the old man, and then nodded: "Under Li Er." ”

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the old man had to snort coldly, put down his crutches and hit the ground heavily, and he could hear the heavy 'bang' sound coming from the bluestone slab.

He took a few steps forward on crutches and looked towards the stage.

The top of the stage is a circular vault, which shrinks from the bottom of the arch and shrinks to the center of the top.

And inside the top wall, there is a spiral texture like a conch...

In addition, you can also see through the mottled and faintly see the gorgeous paintings, carved beams and paintings...

The old man looked at it, the incomplete picture in his eyes seemed to gradually become complete, and the ancient stage in front of him also flowed backwards in the long river of time, and the sound of the babbling opera dozens of hundreds of years ago still sounded in his ears, and the scene was vivid and vivid...

Gradually, in the eyes of the old man, the stage has long been as it was at the beginning, extremely gorgeous and breathtaking.

"You only know the stage, do you know what it is?"

After a long time, the old man retracted his thoughts, looked at Li Er with a straight face, pointed to the top of the stage with his cane, and asked.

"Chicken coop top!"

The old man didn't expect that as soon as he asked, Li Er blurted out a reply.

The shriveled right hand on crutches couldn't help but scratch hard, and the long eyebrows were slightly undetectable, and the old man was a little surprised.

Around him, both the older and the younger are at a loss when faced with this question, and this should be the correct response.

"The top of the chicken coop is also called the stage caisson. The curved structure is formed by the dougong at the top and other layers spiraling upwards and shrinking inward to form a spiral caisson well. ”

Li Er's face showed confidence, took two steps forward, and without waiting for the old man to ask, he took care of himself and popularized science: "It has the effect of amplifying and closing sound, using the most exquisite craftsmanship, and integrating superior aesthetic ideas, carving, and painting in one place." ”

The information in this world is far less explosive than in the other world, and the level of knowledge sharing is even lower. Li Er, in his previous life, was a leader in this area, and he was familiar with the memory of these ancient treasures for a long time.

Li Ersi instructed, he thought of the difference between this world and the original world, pondered for a while, and then said: "The top of the chicken coop can gather the spiritual power of the water attribute, which can suppress the fire and prevent fire. ”

"It is also a place of communication between man and God, in which the platform of the stage represents the earth, and the dome above represents the sky."

In another world, there are two legends, romantic fantasies, but in this world with sacred buildings, it becomes true.

After that, Li Er looked at the old man with some strange eyes: "But what is more strange to me is that such an ancient stage should be mostly in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, which is rare in us." ”

"My ancestors are from Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

The old man didn't speak, Wu Yu first agreed.

It's no wonder that Miss Wu has the gentleness and dusty temperament of a Jiangnan woman. ’

Li Er understood, nodded and did not continue to ask deeper curiosity.

"Second boy Li."

The anger in the old man's tone was a little less, he looked at Li Er, his expression revealed stubbornness, and said word by word: "Unless I die, I will never allow you to dismantle the 'Shengyi'!" ”

With that, the old man turned and left.

The repair of 'Shengyi' is too difficult.

It is completely made of pure wood without a nail or iron, and there are thousands of wooden components on the top of a chicken coop alone, not to mention carved beams and paintings, colorful murals...

The old man didn't think that Li Er could fix it, he had already given up, and he had already made a decision to grow old with this 'Shengyi'.

......

On the south side of the council hall, there is an ancient temple in Qingshan.

This ancient temple is not too big, some years old, and some dilapidated, and it is the place where Jiang Hongjie is responsible for restoration.

Jiang Hongjie did not investigate or inquire about other things at the moment, but in the ancient temple, in a quiet meditation room, sitting cross-legged, he closed his eyes, his lips squirmed, but he did not make a sound, as if he was repenting, as if he was atoning for his sins, and as if he was questioning...