With Ming San's style of conduct, it is impossible to give them an advantage.
To put it bluntly, you are using this thing to lure them into a trap.
The conspiracy was so obvious that he didn't even try to hide his intentions.
Because they are sure, they need evidence of guilt.
"Is this really something from Tianji Pavilion?" Yang Shu turned to ask Mingwei.
Mingwei nodded: "Yes, the unlocking method for the twelve exquisite locks is recorded on it. There is only one like this in the world."
Yang Shu sighed: "Mingsan, you really impressed me. We used the key to lure the snake out of the hole, but it turned out that you used the lock-picking method to lure us into the trap."
Ming San smiled: "Young master Yang, you can ignore it. Even if there is no evidence of these crimes, it will just take more effort. As long as you are determined, you will still be able to find out sooner or later. But, I can't say when. How about,
Do you dare to bet?"
The guard looked at Yang Shu and said, "Master, you don't have to listen to him. We already know that there is a secret room here, what can't we find out? There is no need to take risks! If time is delayed, it will only be good for us. Master Jiang will definitely send someone if he finds something is wrong.
Come and search. When the time comes, he won’t even be able to escape!”
Ming San laughed: "Master Jiang? You really think highly of Jiang Wenfeng. Are you so sure that he can survive? To tell you the truth, I have prepared a big gift and will send it to him when the time comes. When the time comes,
Don't talk about him, you will both die together."
Yang Shu sneered: "What a loud tone. There are so many people in Baoling Temple, how can you kill them all? In the clear sky, how can I give you a place to make a comeback?"
Ming San said leisurely: "I can't call the earth dragon to turn over, but the evil spirits are ready."
As soon as he said this, Mingwei frowned: "Flying Immortal Stone?"
"Yes! Flying Immortal Stone." He chuckled, "You know mystical arts, but you can tell that there is an evil being suppressed there? My people are destroying the suppressing magic circle. When the time comes, Baoling Temple will probably
Turning into a ghost land? Hahahaha!”
Ming San admired their expressions: "You think it's us who are in a hurry. The road to Baoling Temple is cut off and your reinforcements can't get in. We have to hurry up and kill you, right? That's wrong.
, it’s actually you who are in a hurry. If you can’t stop it in time, the demon suppressed by the Feixian Stone will escape, and by then, I’m afraid only a few people in Baoling Temple will be alive.”
Having said this, he was very proud: "You didn't expect it, did you? Do you want to delay it any longer?"
Mingwei sighed silently: "Ming San, you are indeed much better than those losers Ming Er. You knew that we deliberately lured you into the trap, and you used the tricks one by one to trap us in the trap. It seems that you are very unfair.
! Do you think you are smarter than the Prime Minister? But no one gives you a chance, so you can only be ignored by everyone."
Ming San smiled lightly: "Okay! Having said so much, do you still want to delay time? Do you want to go in? Just one sentence. Otherwise, just die here with Jiang Wenfeng. Don't worry, there are still so many things in Baoling Temple
Someone will accompany you to the underworld, even if you are an emperor, you will not be buried on such a large scale, right? You should be satisfied."
"Okay!" Yang Shu said coldly, "Where is the secret room? Lead the way!"
Ming San made a gesture: "Mr. Yang, why don't you just come and please!"
After saying that, he turned around neatly and went up.
Yang Shu didn't need to say anything. The four guards were divided into two teams again, one team in front and one team behind.
"Sir, you can come up now."
The group of people climbed up the stone steps and found that there was indeed a Zen room above.
"Come on." Mingsan opened the door and led the guards out first.
After walking down the long corridor, he stopped after a while.
"Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?" Yang Shu frowned.
"That's right." Ming San opened it and saw that the four walls of the Sutra Pavilion were covered with scriptures, extending all the way to the top floor. There were stairs all around.
He pointed to the headlight hanging from the highest point.
"Did you see it? What you want is right there." After saying that, he flicked his hand and threw the metal sign in. "I keep my word. It's up to you whether you want to go in or not."
Yang Shu was about to step in.
"Sir!" The guard stopped him, "Let me go down."
Ming San smiled and said: "A son with a lot of money cannot sit down in the palace. Mr. Yang really needs to take good care of himself! However, with your skills as a bodyguard, it's hard to say whether you can reach the top."
Yang Shu glared at him with disgust: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute!"
"Young Master has taught you a lesson." Ming San was in a very good mood, "From now on, I will be silent."
Yang Shu said to the guards: "Even if I don't go in, I can't. Have you seen the terrain here? If we want to get out from here, we must pass through the Sutra Pavilion."
The guard lowered his head: "I am incompetent."
Yang Shu waved his hand: "Okay, stop talking nonsense and find a way out quickly." After thinking about it, he said to Mingwei, "Stand far away. I'll come back when I'm not in the way."
"Don't worry," Mingwei said, "I know my own worth and will not seek death."
Yang Shu nodded and stepped in.
…
Jiang Wenfeng summoned all the guards. How could the movement be concealed from others?
Prince Qidong quickly got the news.
The fire at Cuimu Peak gradually became smaller.
The canyon is mostly filled with earth and rocks, so even if the kerosene and dead branches are thrown down, they won't burn for long.
The imperial guards took the monks and police officers and began to search the valley.
They carefully looked through every stone, trying to find the tunnel below.
This news reached the ears of Prince Qidong, and he could no longer sit peacefully in the palace.
"Mr. Wu, what should we do? Do they already know about the granary? This is wrong! Should we send someone there?"
"My lord, please don't worry." Mr. Wu reassured him, "Even if I find the granary, I can't find you. What's wrong with storing grain? It's not like a soldier."
"It makes sense, it makes sense." Prince Qidong comforted him for only a moment, then became anxious again, "But there is more than just a granary there! There is also a secret room..."
Mr. Wu smiled and said: "What does the secret room have to do with us? The things belong to Sanzang Ming, and he also arranged the secret room. The prince has never had a hand in it, so how can I blame you?"
Prince Qidong was stunned for a moment: "You mean..."
"You must not send people now, as that would be taking matters into your own hands. Xiao Ke has already said that this matter actually has little to do with you, but more to do with that person. He wants to incite the prince for his own sake.
"
"is that so?"
Mr. Wu resolutely said: "Of course it is! Think about it, what evidence is there to prove that you are related to those grains? To that thing? As long as you don't interfere, this matter has nothing to do with you!"
"So, you must not send anyone," Mr. Wu's eyes flashed, "That would be a recipe for death."