Riding the Pheonix Chapter 117: Government

"Wait."

When Ming San was taken away, Ming Wei spoke up.

The captain of the guard looked at Yang Shu and saw that he had no objection, so he asked the guard to stop temporarily.

Mingwei looked at the blood-stained face: "Where is my mother's soul?"

Ming San’s jaw was removed, so naturally he couldn’t answer.

Yang Shu said: "Bring a pen and paper and ask him to write."

"No need." It was Mingwei who interrupted him.

Because, just when she asked this question, Ming San's eyes were confused for a moment, and then showed that vicious mockery.

He didn’t know, and even if he knew, he wouldn’t tell.

She thought for a while: "Search him and don't let go of any small thing on him."

"Yes!"

The guard responded loudly and searched Mingsan from head to toe.

His bun was loosened, every corner of his clothes was touched, and he even took off his shoes to check - there was a hidden weapon hidden in the soles of his shoes.

Not long after, all the things Ming San had brought were found.

Mingwei took a look and picked out a pendant.

This is a small wooden sign one inch long, with simple runes engraved on it. It looks like the peace charms sold in temples. The edges and corners are polished very smooth, it must have been worn for a long time.

"Gloomy Wood." She said softly, "That's it."

This thing has the effect of attracting souls. When Miss Ming Qi was born, her soul was dispersed because of the special character. Ming San happened to have this thing on his body, and the two lost souls and four souls took up residence here.

Ten years ago, Ming San killed Geng San, and these two souls and four souls were involved in Geng San's evil spirit, turning Geng San into a fierce evil spirit.

Then Mrs. Mingsan died. She was probably too obsessed with her when she died, and she followed Mingsan closely, so her soul also entered this peace talisman.

Ming San was not a real Xuanshi. He was half-informed and did not realize this.

After finding the whereabouts of Mrs. Mingsan’s soul, Mingwei lost interest in Mingsan. She waved her hand to be taken away by the guards, and said to Yang Shu: "Master Jiang has already controlled those people, right? Is there anything else we need? Do it?"

Yang Shu looked in the direction of the Feixian Stone and said, "There's no rush. I've been through so many things this day and I'm quite tired. Go back and rest first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Looking at his movements, Mingwei knew that he was concerned about the evidence in the Sutra Pavilion.

But that room is densely packed with traps, and it is difficult to enter without an expert.

"I didn't do anything, so what's the point? Let's go and break the mechanism first."

Yang Shu then said: "Then let's eat something to cushion our stomach first. When I was burned, I was thinking about either beggar's chicken or fish soup. A few more hours have passed."

Of course Mingwei will not object.

Today is the Buddha Bathing Festival, and Baoling Temple has prepared a lot of food. The group went to Xiangji Kitchen, picked up some ready-made steamed stuffed buns with vegetarian fillings, ate them, and then returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Yang Shu sat on the ground, asked the guards to bandage his wounds, and asked the person opposite: "What are you doing?"

Mingwei was also sitting on the ground. Anyway, his clothes were already extremely dirty, so there was no need to be particular. There were several stacks of yellow paper in front of her, with cinnabar ink and brushes beside them. She took a piece of yellow paper and folded it over and over.

After hearing the question, she looked up, dipped her pen in ink, and drew a few runes on the folded paper figure.

"Let me show you something fun." After saying that, she blew on the paper man and then let go.

The next moment, the paper man seemed to be alive, jumped to the ground, twisted his hands and feet, crossed the threshold, and entered the Sutra Pavilion.

My eyes fell all over the place.

Yang Shu watched blankly as the paper man twisted his waist and swung his hips up the steps. His movements were no different from those of a real person. He couldn't help but ask: "Is there such a mysterious art? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Ming Wei said: "Have you ever seen the magic of expelling objects? For example, draw a talisman and stick it on a rope, and the rope will become alive. You can tie it yourself."

Yang Shu nodded: "I know, but this kind of mystical art of expelling objects can only do some very simple things."

"It's the same thing." Mingwei said, "It's just that I'm more powerful."

Yang Shu was speechless, and after a while he responded: "You really do praise yourself every chance you get!"

As he spoke, the paper man had already crossed the first turn.

But suddenly there was a flash of light on the wall, and sharp arrows shot out, turning it into a honeycomb.

The paper man fell down and stopped moving.

"Is this dead?" Yang Shu asked.

"If the person who goes in is a human, he is really dead." Mingwei answered casually and released the second paper man.

This paper man also failed to pass the first level.

Mingwei continues to put paper figures.

The first one fell to the ground, and she put the other one down.

After using five, I finally used up all the arrows in the first level.

Then comes the second level, the third level...

The thick stack of yellow paper quickly shrunk.

Fortunately, this is a Buddhist temple, and these things are everywhere.

After passing the fifth level, the paper man picked up the metal plate that recorded the method of opening the lock.

"Sure enough, it is something from Tianji Pavilion." Mingwei stroked the dark silver surface and sighed, "Tianji Pavilion has been wiped out. Too few of these things have been handed down."

Yang Shu didn't take it seriously: "Since Ming San understands this, it can be seen that he has inherited the inheritance of Tianji Pavilion. Go back and search the Ming Mansion and find it out for you."

Mingwei raised his head and glanced at him, then continued folding paper figures with a smile.

Yang Shu laughed so hard that his hair stood on end, and he was even more confused: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." She suppressed her smile and drew the symbols seriously.

"...very ill."

Mingwei is in a good mood and does not argue with him. ~IndoMTL.com~ She wants to take back her previous words.

This Mr. Yang may have a ferocious beast in his heart, but he also has a pure and kind self.

When the cinnabar ink was almost dry, the paper man finally passed the last level, jumped up to the ceiling with a slight jump.

At this moment, a faint light came from nowhere, drew a beautiful arc, and rose slowly.

Everyone outside the door held their breath involuntarily.

"The moon..." Yang Shu murmured.

The dim light looks like a crescent moon.

They finally understood what Geng San meant by the moon when he recalled death.

He was killed by this mechanism.

"Click!" A big metal hand hung down from the top, grabbed the paper man and pulled it.

"Hiss——" The paper man was easily torn into two halves.

Mingwei drew another one, this time jumping on the ceiling without triggering any mechanism.

"Okay." She put away the remaining paper and ink, "Go in and move it."

The guard captain glanced at Yang Shu, immediately ordered a few guards to come out, entered the Scripture Pavilion, and carefully moved a metal box from the ceiling.

Mingwei pulled off the gold hairpin, looked at the metal plate, and slowly turned the key.

Not long after, she dialed the key and was about to insert it into the keyhole.

"Wait."

She raised her head and asked with her eyes.

Yang Shu said to the guard captain: "Come here."

"Yes." The guard captain took the golden hairpin key and inserted it into the keyhole.

"Click!" After a gentle machine sound, the guard captain opened the box.

Seeing Yang Shu heaving a sigh of relief, Ming Ming smiled even more.

Is this because she is worried that there is a trap inside and she won’t be able to handle it? ...