Chapter 513: Seven Demonic Sounds

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 straight to the point and said, "Purgatory, I came here with the intention of stopping fighting. Don't keep saying that Yaozhi is your ghost-killing gate. You can just deceive yourself with such thoughts. Why bother to make a fool of yourself. I have inquired about the relationship between Yaozhi and that little thief afterward. On the other hand, if you say that Yaozhi is the object of your ghost-slaying clan, you can say such false words once, but if you say too much, where will your reputation of ghost-slaughtering clan be placed?"

Venerable Purgatory blushed, and was about to make a fuss when he saw Ming Shenzong waved his hand and said, "To be honest, without you killing ghosts, could it be that we can't take down that little thief? This is just because we don't want both sides to have bad news. If you start fighting again, you in Purgatory always have the attitude that everyone owes you and fears you. Everyone will use their own methods, and if you want to fight, just fight."

Venerable Purgatory's heart was boiling, his face turned green and red, and he was mad with embarrassment, but his rationality told him that Ming Shenzong was telling the truth.

Obviously, the argument that "yaozhi is a thing of the Ghost Slaughter Sect" can no longer control the three parties, and the quarrel broke out. Both sides use their own methods.

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, which is admirable. To be honest, if the three of you don't come, I will ask someone to invite you. Since the three of you are here, please ask Mr. Ming to talk about the rules and regulations. I and the chief seat will listen carefully."

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 will say it straight. To kill the little thief, I will wait for the four parties to work together to set up a killing plan, capture him alive, and hand him over to the noble family. If you want to kill or scrape it, you can do whatever you want. As for the monster plant, there is only one copy. It would not be beautiful to divide it into four parts. If you and I bid separately, the high bidder 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, not to mention 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 given immediately. The most urgent thing is, should we discuss a proper way to lure the thief into the trap? Anyway, the thief is covered with tiger skin. I can't wait to do it rashly. As for the way to go to Shenjing, it is difficult to save the near fire. Yaozhi."

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 laughed and said, "Mr. Ming's award, this matter is difficult to say, and easy to say. The difficulty of killing a small thief lies in the identity of the small thief. If you want to kill him, assassination is not a good strategy. After all, the scene that happened earlier can fall into the eyes of many people. If the small thief dies, there is no guarantee that the imperial court will not spread this bad debt on us. Therefore, the death of the small thief 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 like a phoenix, which is refreshing and heavenly.

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 commanding envoy who watched the ceremony died in a chaotic battle, the gods and ghosts can't complain, and the royal court 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."