Ming Shenzong and Song Tingshu looked at each other, looked at each other, and thought to themselves, expecting this bald donkey to get involved, nothing can be negotiated.
At that moment, Ming Shenzong cut to the chase and said, "Purgatory, we came here with the intention of stopping fighting, and don't keep saying that Yaozhi is your door to kill ghosts. It's fine to deceive yourself with such thoughts. Why do you always use it to make a fool of yourself. I inquired about the relationship between Yaozhi and that little thief afterward, and the bystanders said that Yaozhi was raised by that little thief, and they were extremely close. Saying that Yaozhi is the object of your ghost-slaying sect, such a false statement, just say it once, and if you say too much, where will your reputation of the ghost-slaying sect be placed."
Venerable Purgatory blushed, and was about to make a fuss when he saw Ming Shenzong waving his hand and said, "To be honest, without you killing ghosts, I would be able to take down that little thief if I took action? Chang, if you go to war again, you will always have the attitude that everyone owes you and fears you in Purgatory, everyone will use their own methods, and if you want to fight, you will fight."
Venerable Purgatory's heart was boiling, his face turned blue and red, and he was mad with embarrassment, but his reason told him that Ming Shenzong was telling the truth.
Obviously, the argument that "Yaozhi is a thing of Killing Ghosts" can no longer control the three parties, and the quarrel broke out. Guaranteed to have the upper hand in the process of cleaning up the thief.
If Ming Shenzong really succeeds, not to mention the fact that he can't kill the thieves with his own hands, Yao Zhi is definitely innocent, unless he really makes up his mind and fights with the three parties, the outcome will be self-evident.
The situation is stronger than people, so the Venerable Purgatory is so angry that he can only swallow it into his stomach.
The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, "Mr. Ming speaks quickly and is admirable. To be honest, if the three of you don't come, I will send someone to invite you. Since the three of you are here, please tell me something about it." Speaking of the regulations, my humble servant and the chief seat are all ears."
The middle-aged scribes could see that since the three members of Ming Shenzong came here, they must have communicated thoroughly in private.
Ming Shenzong said, "Mr. Su is the happy person, so Ming said it directly. To kill the little thief, I will wait for the four parties to work together to set up a killing scheme, capture him alive, and hand him over to the noble family. If you want to kill, you must scrape it. Listen to the lord." That's right. As for the Yaozhi, there is only one copy. It would be a bad idea to divide it into four parts. It's not like you and I bid separately, and the one with the highest price will share the golden ticket with the other three parties. I don't know if Mr. Su thinks this method is fair .”
The middle-aged scribe clasped his fists heavily, "There is nothing more fair, Mr. Ming's strategy, Su admires it very much."
"Purgatory, what do you think?" Ming Shenzong said.
Venerable Purgatory's face sank like water, he was noncommittal, but he was actually convinced in his heart.
If you want to be strong, the strength of the Quartet is about the same. If there is a real quarrel, let alone heavy losses, if it fails, you will be beaten.
Ming Shenzong's method not only handed over the little thief and allowed him to punish him, but also settled the dispute in a fair and reasonable way.
"There is no objection to the first seat."
The middle-aged scribe made a statement on his behalf.
Ming Shenzong said, "In this case, you and I will bid separately." He said, calling the waiter to take the four treasures of the study.
The middle-aged scribe said, "Could it be a secret bid?"
Song Tingshu laughed, "This method is elegant, what status am I, why bother to imitate the juniors competing to bite, this method is fair and simple."
Not long after, the waiter brought a pen and paper, Ming Shenzong, Shangshan Buddha, and Su Tingshu each had their own plans, and they were done at once.
Venerable Purgatory and the middle-aged scribe, after a short sound transmission, they also dropped numbers on the paper.
The four parties showed that Ming Shenzong had the highest bid, at 20 million gold, and the closest to Ming Shenzong was the Ghost Slaying Sect, with a bid of only 12 million gold.
With such a big gap, the three parties were convinced of their defeat.
Indeed, although Yaozhi is a rare treasure, each of them relies on different factors. Taiyi is best at alchemy. Such a rare treasure of heaven and earth has the greatest effect on it. It is also unusual for him to be willing to pick it at an unusually high price.
Ghost Killing Sect, Confucian Confucianism Sect, and Kuchanyuan are not without gains, each of them lightly exerted their strength, and they got nearly seven million gold in their hands.
At the moment, even Venerable Purgatory, who was in the worst mood, looked a lot better, put on an appearance of disregarding the previous suspicions, and congratulated Ming Shenzong together with everyone.
After a moment of ignorance, Ming Shenzong said, "Once the demon is implanted in the hand, the golden ticket will be presented immediately. The top priority is, should we discuss a proper way to lure the little thief into the trap? Anyway, the little thief is now covered with a tiger Pi, I can't wait to act rashly. As for taking the route of Shenjing, it is too far away to save the near fire. After all, killing the little thief is the cause, and the result is to get the demon plant. We must guard against night long dreams and let those The little thief let Yaozhi go."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone praised it as good, and thought about it for a moment, but couldn't figure it out. The only middle-aged scribe smiled.
Ming Shenzong was overjoyed, cupped his fists and said, "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Su is unparalleled in fortune-telling, you should teach me."
The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Mr. Ming has won the award. This matter is difficult to say, and easy to say. The difficulty of killing a little thief lies in the identity of the little thief. If you want to kill him, assassination is not a good strategy. The scene that happened can fall into the eyes of many people, if the little thief dies, there is no guarantee that the imperial court will not spread this bad debt on our heads, so if the little thief wants to die, it is best to die in vain."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up, and there was something extra in Ming Shenzong's hand, which was a folding fan with jade bones all over the body, and there was a faint formation on the handle of the fan, shining brightly, flying dragons and phoenixes.
"This fan is called the multi-treasure fan, and it was obtained by Ming by accident. The dragon jade is the fan bone, the blood-soaked soft gold is the fan surface, and there is a streamer magic circle at the tail of the fan. This fan is a phoenix fan, which is refreshing and heavenly. I am a layman, I have heard for a long time that Mr. Su is an elegant scholar of the present age, and if a sword is given to a hero, this thing is given to Mr.
Ming Shenzong said with a smile, and handed the multi-treasure fan to Ming Shenzong.
He is decisive by nature, and when a middle-aged scribe is a trick, he can know the elegant meaning by listening to string songs.
Sure enough, the middle-aged scribe accepted the multi-treasure fan unceremoniously, and said with a smile, "Su is ashamed to accept it. If you want to let the little thief die in vain, how can you forget the monument of the Seven Evil Souls?"
"Seven evil spirits!"
Ming Shenzong suddenly changed color.
"exactly."
The middle-aged scribe nodded.
"This method kills too much, my Buddha is merciful, so kind."
The Supreme Shan Buddha recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"Wonderful!"
Song Tingshu glanced coldly at Shangshan Buddha's big round head, and folded his folding fan, "The seven evil spirits sounded together, a group of demons danced wildly, in the killing arena, the commander who watched the ceremony died in the chaos , Gods and ghosts are hard to blame, and Wang Ting can't even think about saying anything."
At this moment, an attendant in Tsing Yi quickly entered the hall and said, "Zhan Zong Zhou Shirong asks to see you."
With a swipe, everyone changed their faces, and Venerable Purgatory waved his sleeves, "No! A piece of delicious dog meat is his mother's eye."