Ming Shenzong and Song Tingshu looked at each other in disbelief, and both thought to themselves that if they hoped that this bald donkey would join in, nothing would be accomplished.
At that moment, Ming Shenzong went straight to the point, "Purgatory, we came here with the intention of stopping the war. Don't always keep saying that the demon plant is you Ghost Slaying Sect. It's just a lie to yourself. Why bother always showing it to make a fool of yourself. I later inquired about the relationship between the demon plant and the little thief. The bystanders said that the demon plant was raised by the little thief. We are so close. You Ghost Slaying Sect couldn't snatch it away, but you said that the demonic plant belongs to you Ghost Slaying Sect. Such false words only need to be said once. If you say too many words, you Ghost Slaying Sect will lose your majestic reputation."
Purgatory Venerable blushed and was about to show off when he saw Ming Shenzong waving his hand and saying, "To be honest, without you Ghost Slaying Sect, I wouldn't have been able to capture that little thief if I had taken action. I just don't want the two sides to start fighting again due to lack of information. You always have the attitude that everyone owes you and is afraid of you. Everyone uses their own methods and fights whenever they want."
Purgatory Venerable felt like his heart was boiling, his face was turning green and red, and he was so embarrassed that he was going crazy, but his reason told him that Ming Shenzong was telling the truth.
Obviously, saying "demon plants are Ghost Slaying Sect's thing" could no longer suppress the three parties, and they broke out. Both sides used their own methods. No one of the three parties was weak compared to the Ghost Slaying Sect. With three enemies against one, how could Ghost Slaying Sect guarantee that it would have the upper hand in dealing with the little thief?
If Ming Shenzong really succeeds, let alone being unable to kill the thief with his own hands, the demonic plant is definitely not false. Unless he really makes up his mind and fights with three parties, the outcome is self-evident.
The situation is stronger than the person, Purgatory Venerable has overwhelming anger, but he can only swallow it in his belly.
The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, "Mr. Ming's quick words are admirable, and he doesn't hide the truth. Even if the three of you don't come, I will send someone to invite you. Since the three of you are here, I would like to ask Mr. Ming to explain the regulations. I and the leader are all ears."
The middle-aged scribe understood clearly that since the three Ming Shenzong were here, they must have communicated thoroughly in private.
Ming Shenzong said, "Mr. Su is the happy one, so Ming said it directly. To kill the little thief, I will wait for the four parties to work together, set up a killing trap, capture him alive, and hand him over to your noble family. If you want to kill or scrape, please listen to me." Just. As for the demon plant, there is only one part, and it would be unsightly to divide it into four parts. Why don't you and I bid for each one, and the one with the highest price will share the golden ticket. I don't know if Mr. Su thinks this method is fair."
The middle-aged scribe clasped his fists heavily and said, "No matter how fair it is, Su Mou admires Mr. Ming's plan very much."
"Purgatory, what do you think?" Ming Shenzong said.
Purgatory Venerable's face was as dark as water and he was noncommittal, but he was actually convinced in his heart.
If you want to be stronger, the four parties are about the same strength. If there is a real quarrel, not to mention heavy losses, it will be a fight.
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.
"No objection to the first one."
The middle-aged scribe expressed his position on his behalf.
Ming Shenzong said, "In that case, you and I can bid on each side." He said, calling the waiter to take Four Treasures of the Study.
The middle-aged scribe asked, "Does it have to be a hidden mark?"
Song Tingshu laughed and said, "This method is elegant. Who am I, why should I imitate other people who compete to bite each other? This method is both fair and simple."
Not long after, the waiter brought pen and paper, Ming Shenzong, Shanshan Buddha, Su Tingshu each had a secret case, and they were all done in one go.
Purgatory Venerable communicated with the middle-aged scribe for a moment, and also wrote numbers on the paper.
The four parties showed it, but Ming Shenzong bid the highest, with a price of 20 million gold. The one closest to Ming Shenzong was Ghost Slaying Sect, with a bid of only 12 million gold.
The gap was so huge that the three parties were convinced of their defeat.
Indeed, although demonic plants are rare treasures, they each rely on different values. Great Dao Sect is the best at refining Pill Arts. Such a rare treasure from the world has the greatest effect on it. It is also unusual to be willing to pick it at an unusually high price.
Ghost Slaying Sect, Imperial Confucian Sect, and Bitter Zen Monastery didn't get nothing. They each made a little effort and got nearly seven million gold. They were all satisfied if they got a treasure.
At the moment, even Purgatory Venerable, who was in the worst mood, looked much better on his face. He put on an air of not caring about past grudges and joined everyone in congratulating Ming Shenzong.
After a moment of resignation, Ming Shenzong said, "Once the demon is implanted in your hand, the golden ticket will be given immediately. The top priority is whether we should discuss and come up with an appropriate way to lure the little thief into the trap. In any case, the little thief at the moment With a layer of tiger skin covering my body, I can't wait to make a move rashly. As for taking the road to Shenjing, it's really hard to save the fire that is far away. After all, killing the little thief is the cause, and obtaining the demon plant is the result. We must guard against long nights and dreams, and let the little thief let go of the demon plant."
As soon as these words came out, everyone praised him for his kindness. They thought about it for a moment and couldn't figure out the right way. Only the middle-aged scribe twisted his beard and smiled.
Ming Shenzong's face was filled with joy, he cupped his fists and said, "I've heard for a long time that Mr. Su's divine calculation is unparalleled. You should teach me."
The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Mr. Ming, thank you for the award. This is difficult to say and easy to say. The difficulty in killing the little thief lies in the identity of the little thief. If you want to kill him, assassination is not a good idea. After all, the scene that happened before has fallen into the eyes of many people. If the little thief dies, there is no guarantee that the court will not assign this bad debt to me and others. Therefore, 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 in Ming Shenzong's hand. It was a folding fan, which was made of jade bones. There was a formation faintly on the handle of the fan, which was full of light, flying dragons and phoenixes.
"This fan is called Treasure Fan. It was acquired by Ming by chance. The dragon jade is the fan bone, the blood-soaked gold is the fan surface, and there is a streamer array at the tail of the fan. This phoenix fan is so refreshing that it is the most refreshing. Ming is a layman. I have long heard that Mr. Su is a contemporary elegant scholar, and the sword is given to heroes, so I gave this thing to Mr."
Ming Shenzong said with a smile and handed over Treasure Fan to Ming Shenzong.
He was decisive by nature, and when the middle-aged scribe showed off his skills, he knew the elegant meaning of the stringed music.
Sure enough, the middle-aged scribe accepted Treasure Fan unceremoniously and said with a smile, "Su Mou is a shame. If you want to let the little thief die in vain, how can you forget Seven Fiend Soul Tablet."
"Seven Fiend Demonic Sound!"
Ming Shenzong suddenly changed color.
"Exactly."
The middle-aged scribe nodded.
"This method of killing is too heavy. I, the Buddha, am merciful. It is good and good."
Shanshan Buddha chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"Wonderful!"
Song Tingshu glanced coldly at Shanshan Buddha's round big head, and closed the folding fan, "Seven Fiend Demonic Sound, together, the demons danced wildly, and in the killing arena, the commanding officer who was watching the ceremony died in the chaos. The gods and ghosts can't complain, and Wang Ting can't even think of saying anything."
At this moment, a Qingyi attendant quickly entered the hall and said, "War Sect Zhou Shirong is asking for an audience."
With a flick of the brush, everyone changed their faces. Purgatory Venerable waved his sleeves and said, "Gone! A piece of fragrant dog meat, everyone is fucking eyeing it."