The dagger was inserted into the ground, and a circle was drawn with force. The wet soil was dug out, and a hole appeared.
Yang Shu quickly dug to the side twice more, first pushed Mingwei down, and then jumped in himself.
In a hurry, the hole was very small, and with the help of a protruding stone wall, it was barely big enough for two people.
Yang Shu shook his hand, opened the big umbrella, and stuffed it into Mingwei's hand.
"It's too shallow. I have to dig deeper. Please block it."
Mingwei looked at the umbrella surface: "What kind of fabric is this? Will it burn if it is poured with kerosene?"
Yang Shu talked to her while digging the soil: "Do you think I'm that stupid? I'll use it to block the fire?"
Mingwei stretched out his hand and touched two handfuls: "Hey, this seems to be a kind of fish skin?"
"It's the skin of a shark from the East China Sea, invulnerable to water and fire."
Mingwei nodded: "As expected of a royal family, even the umbrella is so special."
Yang Shu stopped talking and buried his head in digging.
The kerosene was still pouring down, and the dead branches were thrown down together.
Ming shrank in the pothole, listening to the sound of kerosene being sprinkled on the umbrella, and was in a daze for a while.
"In my early years, I traveled with my master and passed by a place where such a delicacy was popular." She suddenly said, "They picked out some flat stones, washed them, roasted them on the fire, and then put the food on the stones.
Blanch until cooked..."
"Crash!" The kerosene was poured on the umbrella, and the lit dead branches fell off.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and a heat wave hit.
Yang Shu said: "We are below and the rocks are above. This metaphor is not accurate."
Mingwei thought for a while: "That's right. There is also a cooking method, which is to wash the food, bury it in the soil, and then light a fire on it. When I lived in the wild with my master, I liked to eat it like this and bake it.
Not burnt at all, always tender and juicy…”
"..." Yang Shu dug out a lot of soil and asked her, "Do you have to use this analogy?"
Mingwei apologized: "I didn't feel full during the vegetarian meal I had for lunch. I'm sorry."
The fire became more intense, and even with the shark leather umbrella blocking it, the heat was getting higher and higher, and breathing became difficult.
Yang Shu could only dig down as hard as he could, but only the wet soil below could give them a moment or two of coolness.
"Ding!" The dagger seemed to have hit something.
He frowned and stroked hard twice to push away the loose soil.
"Is this masonry?" Yang Shu poked twice, "You won't dig someone else's grave, right?"
Mingwei choked on the smoke, coughed twice, and said, "There can't be a tomb here, the feng shui is wrong. Whoever builds a tomb here must have lost his mind."
"What could that be?"
Mingwei touched it twice and was puzzled: "This material really looks like a tomb..."
Yang Shu looked at her: "Should we dig deeper? What if it really is someone else's tomb? If we dig in like this, we will have to keep company with rotting corpses."
Mingwei raised his head and looked up: "Do you want to be roasted, or stay with the corpses?"
…
Beside the Feixian Stone, Duofu was sitting in front of the shrine, his eyes straight.
Ah Wan waited anxiously and muttered something: "Master, is it too dangerous to go alone? What if there is an accident..."
Ah Xuan couldn't help but interjected: "Young Master is not alone. We have arranged for people below, and they will go with Young Master."
Ah Wan sighed: "But their martial arts are not as good as yours!"
Although she was very happy to be praised, Ah Xuan still felt that she was needlessly worried.
No matter how good his martial arts is, he can't compare to a team of people.
If things still happen like this, then he can't change anything by being by the young master's side.
At this moment, there were roars from the Cuimu Peak opposite.
The three of them looked towards the opposite side.
But from their angle, they couldn't see what was happening in the canyon.
"What is this sound?" The three of them were surprised.
After a while, Duofu shouted: "Look, there is smoke!"
"No!" Ah Xuan shouted, "They are going to set fire to the mountain!"
Ah Wan couldn't believe it: "How dare they set fire to the mountain? Are they trying to burn the young master to death? This is unreasonable!"
Ah Xuan quickly calmed down: "We underestimated their courage. Ah Wan, you go report to Mr. Jiang right away. I'll go find Lei Hong. He has the talisman to mobilize the troops."
"Okay." Ah Wan thrust the incense and candle basket into Duofu's hand, and the two of them jumped up and ran away separately.
"Hey!" Duofu was left at a loss.
The smoke from Cuimu Peak is getting bigger and bigger, and flames can be faintly seen.
Duofu was extremely anxious.
The young lady and Mr. Yang went to the opposite side together. If Mr. Yang was trapped, the young lady would also be in danger.
What to do?
There was the sound of gentle footsteps, and someone was stepping on the stone steps, step by step.
Duofu turned his head and saw the person coming, and was overjoyed: "Fourth Master!"
"Master Mingsi" saw her and smiled slightly: "What a blessing! Why are you here alone? Where is your young lady?"
His life was at stake, so Duofu didn't dare to hide it any more. He pointed to the opposite side and shouted: "Fourth Master, the lady has gone to the opposite side. It seems to be on fire. Please help the lady quickly."
"Really?" He looked calmly and glanced at the strong servant who came up behind him.
One of them realized it and stepped forward to grab Duofu.
Duofu was dumbfounded: "Four Masters, what are you doing?"
"Master Mingsi" chuckled, walked to the shrine, stretched out his hand to pluck the bell hanging on it, and suddenly pulled hard, and the bell that had been weathered for many years broke.
…
"It's on fire! It's on fire!"
I don’t know who saw the black smoke from Cuimu Peak first and shouted.
This discovery made them panic.
It is late spring now, and the mountains are lush with vegetation. Once a mountain fire breaks out, it will be difficult to extinguish it.
The monks in Baoling Temple were alarmed, and so were the officials.
When Magistrate Wu saw the fire, his expression changed: "Quick, call someone to put out the fire!"
It was sunny today and there was no thunder, so how could a fire break out? Magistrate Wu was puzzled, but when he saw Prince Qidong frowning, he suddenly understood.
Could it be...
He was furious. Who came up with this idea? Mr. Wu? No! Is it the hidden plotter? It must be him!
Damn it! What will happen if you set the mountain on fire?
If things get serious, he, the prefect, will be held responsible!
When Jiang Wenfeng saw the mountain fire, his heart sank.
No, something happened to Yang Shu.
He immediately walked out, but was stopped by an official: "Where are you going, Mr. Jiang? There are so many people in Baoling Temple, and there is only one way down the mountain, so there is no room for chaos! Don't let the fire catch you, or people will be trampled to death first."
.”
"Yes, yes!" A group of people echoed.
Jiang Wenfeng flicked his sleeves: "Everyone knows what will happen if a mountain fire breaks out. Why don't you put out the fire quickly? Come here!"
The guard immediately stepped forward: "My subordinate is here."
"Go and put out the fire!"
"yes."
Prince Qidong tightened his grip on the fan in his hand.
With the mountain fire, Ming San has already taken action. Now that something has been done, it must be successful.