It's just that this change is too subtle. If it weren't for the extremely quiet room at this time and the two of them having excellent hearing, they would never be able to hear it.
The two looked at each other, took out their daggers, and cleaned out the dirt from the joints of the two blue bricks.
The joints of these two blue bricks are the same as other green bricks. They are exactly the same width and narrowness. They are so close that they can only fit a thin blade.
Han Changmu stuck the dagger in the gap and tried to pry the green brick from all directions. He exerted force on his wrist and even the dagger bent, but the green brick did not move at all.
He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and poured the remaining water in the copper pot onto the green bricks. In just one breath, the water seeped in.
The water seeped in so quickly, so there must be nothing underneath the blue bricks.
But where is the mechanism to open the blue brick?
Han Changmu stood up on his knees and looked around.
Yao Yao had already picked up everything he could and looked at it.
The vases, Buddha statues, tables and beds can all be moved. After a few moves, the two blue bricks still didn't respond.
Everything in this room has changed its position at a speed visible to the naked eye and has become messy.
Even the Sanskrit screen was moved by Yao Yao and looked at.
Han Changmu's brows furrowed slightly.
It can even lift a screen, it's strong enough.
Yao Yao noticed Han Changmu's gaze, turned around and saw his playful expression, then looked at the screen, then dropped it to the ground with a clang.
She silently cursed herself for being stupid.
You can even carry a screen, so how can you pretend to be weak in the future?
The moment the screen hit the ground, there was a clang, and Han Changmu's ears moved slightly. He quickly stepped up to hold the screen and slowly lowered it to the ground.
Yao Yao also heard that something was wrong and hurried forward to check.
Han Changmu raised his head and glanced at Yao Yao: "Shen?"
Yao Yao shook his head: "It won't sink." She thought for a while and felt that there was an ambiguity in the words, so she added another sentence: "Ordinary girls will definitely not be able to carry it."
Han Changmu smiled.
Yao Yao glared at him fiercely.
The playful smile on his face deepened, and he lowered his head to look at the screen.
This screen has two leaves. The frame of each leaf is carved from a single piece of wood, and the base below is made of another piece of wood.
There are two pieces of white silk embedded in the frame, with a whole sutra written in Sanskrit on them.
Han Changmu glanced at the first few sentences and said calmly: "It's the Medicine Master's Sutra."
"Sir, you can even understand Sanskrit. That's amazing." Yao Yao's eyes widened and he complimented with a look of shamelessness.
It doesn't cost money to say nice things, and it doesn't cost you anything, so why not say it.
Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao with a dumbfounded look, and saw her pair of bright apricot eyes, clear and clear, like water filled with reflected moonlight, with endless ripples crushed by the wind.
He suddenly thought that the saint did not allow the death guards to learn the art of mechanism because they were afraid that someone with ulterior motives would use this technique to cause trouble and murder the king. But Yao Yao looked innocent and sincere. Maybe the saint would make an exception for this. After all, It is very helpful to have a death guard who is proficient in mechanism skills by your side.
Thinking of this, he blurted out and asked: "Did Liu Shengsheng arrange for someone to teach you the art of mechanism?"
"No." Once again, Yao Yao's mouth was faster than her brain, and she fell into Han Changmu's trap again. "No" revealed her true feelings.
She was extremely upset. She must have been careless when she went out today because she was talking nonsense.
Han Changmu smiled. She was good at machine arts and learned it well. However, Liu Shengsheng didn't arrange for someone to teach her, so she could only learn it secretly.
Yao Yao also smiled along with San San, feeling a little guilty. Her mechanism skills were not learned in this dynasty, but in her previous life, because she was frail and sick, she was sent to the mountains by her father to recuperate, and she accepted a cheap master who was half-assed. Among the things the master has received, there is the art of machine learning.
It’s just that the master is a dabbler, and what he learns is only half-baked. When he teaches, he teaches whatever he thinks of, and he teaches wherever he thinks. It is neither systematic nor complete.
Therefore, Yao Yao followed a half-baked master and learned a half-baked craft. She could use it normally, but when it came to high and deep places, she just hated her master for being too indulgent and letting the master learn a half-baked skill, which caused her trouble.
Han Changmu was quiet for a moment, and suddenly made a surprising statement: "There is a unique copy of the mechanism technique in the library. If you want to learn it, I will get it for you."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment. Naturally, he would not refuse a good thing brought to his door. He nodded: "Thank you, sir."
Han Changmu smiled and said in a deep and deep voice: "As a death guard, the more you learn, the more ways you can save your life." His voice was long and leisurely, like the cool night breeze: "I don't want you to die. "
Yao Yao was stunned when she heard this. She looked at Han Changmu's face against the light, his eyes were unusually dark and bright, and his outline was clear and undulating. The coldness of not letting strangers in also subsided, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of sourness in her heart.
She was not an ill-willed person, but there were too many things she couldn't control. She turned her head and took a shallow breath. When she turned back, the emotion on her face had completely dissipated.
She touched the wooden frame of the screen. It was dark yellow in color and smooth and cool to the touch. It was made of fine wood.
Han Changmu waited for a long time, but did not wait for Yao Yao's reply. He lowered his head and said calmly: "This is iron wood. It should be very heavy. With your strength, you should not be able to move it."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment: "What if it is just covered with ironwood skin, but the flesh inside is replaced?"
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao and gave her a knowing look. They all pulled out their daggers and carefully cut open the frame of the screen.
Ironwood is worthy of being the most noble wood. The two of them were covered in sweat while chopping, but they had just cut off a section of it. The flesh inside was indeed changed, but apart from the extremely light flesh, there was no change. Other discoveries.
"Oh, no, it's too laborious. It took me a long time to chop down just this small amount. It's just ordinary chicken wing wood and nothing else." Yao Yao put down his dagger and collapsed without any image. On the ground, he was breathing heavily.
Han Changmu didn't feel relaxed either. He stopped and looked at the screen with his head tilted, feeling that he had made a mistake.
Ironwood is expensive and wenge wood is cheap. Looking at the layout of this Zen room, Jueming is afraid that he is poor. It is not impossible to decorate the facade with a wenge wood frame and ironwood veneered screen.
He lowered his head and glanced at the scripture casually, and suddenly his mind was shaken.
No, this is not the Medicine Master's Sutra, or in other words, it is a scripture covered in the skin of a Medicine Master's Sutra, but with different textures inside. The first few sentences and the last few sentences are all undoubtedly the Medicine Master's Sutra, but the middle scripture, But it has nothing to do with the Medicine Master Sutra.
He recognized all these Sanskrit words, but the long and awkward Sanskrit words in the middle were connected together, and he had no idea what was written.
He called to Yao Yao: "Tear down these two pieces of scripture first."
Yao Yao said: "Is there something wrong with this scripture?"
Han Changmu nodded and explained a few words: "If you can hide the scriptures like this, then there must be a ghost in the scriptures."
Yao Yao clicked his tongue twice: "The screen has been replaced with texture, and the scriptures have also been replaced with texture. Could it be that Jueming has also been replaced with texture?"
The speaker has no intention but the listener has the intention. Han Changmu's eyes lit up and he looked deeply at Yao Yao.
Yao Yao looked at the pair of wolf-like eyes, which were cold and glowing with green light. She subconsciously tightened her collar, took a few steps back, and opened a safe distance from Han Changmu before she trembled and said: " Sir, are you in a daze?"
Han Changmu's eyes dropped slightly, and when he saw the movements of Yao Yao's hands, he smiled: "If I really want to do something, can you beat me?"
Yao Yao curled his lips and said nothing.
Han Changmu smiled, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the intact frame bit by bit.
The frame of this screen is carved with a lotus pattern, which is the most commonly used pattern in Buddhism. The carving is quite satisfactory and there is nothing outstanding about it.
He slowly touched every pattern, and the arcs were almost the same. The craftsmen who carved this screen were very skilled.
When he touched the base, he was stunned for a moment, and then waved to Yao Yao: "Come and see."
Yao Yao's heart moved, and he hurried over, lying on the ground like Han Changmu, and touched the base.
There is a sharp bulge there, which is incompatible with the smooth and rounded arc next to it.
Han Changmu was about to move the bulge, but Yao Yao suddenly held down Han Changmu's hand and whispered: "Sir."
Han Changmu smiled, stood up and patted the dust on his body, watching Yao Yao install something on the protrusion, but the protrusion was embedded in the gap of the pattern, and the light could not shine there, and it was so dark that he could not see clearly.
Then a long thread was thrown out from Yao Yao's sleeve, and she walked out of the door of the Zen room holding the long thread. When she turned around, she saw Han Changmu standing smiling behind her, and He Zhenfu also led the inner guards to search the entire Qinglong Temple, and rushed Come over.
He Zhenfu didn't know what Han Changmu and the others were going to do, so he bowed and said, "Sir, the search is over."
Han Changmu asked quietly: "What did you find?"
He Zhenfu was a little embarrassed, his face was very embarrassed, and he was too embarrassed to speak. He just waved his hand, and the guards came over with something in their hands.
Han Changmu glanced at them, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly waved his hand to the inner guards to retreat, and then whispered: "Put everything away, don't let Yao Canjun see it."
He Zhenfu breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, this thing is too dirty. Yao Canjun is a girl after all."
While speaking, Yao Yao had already set up his posture and turned back to Han Changmu and said, "Sir, let the guards close the doors and windows first."
Han Changmu nodded.
He Zhenfu didn't know what was going on, but he still led the guards to close the door and the window, and retreated behind Yao Yao.
Yao Yao turned around and took another look, and said, "Everyone, please stand far away."
Seeing everyone taking a few steps back, Yao Yao pursed his lips and suddenly retracted his hand.
The soft filament suddenly stretched straight, and a layer of cold light wrapped on the filament looked sharper than the blade of a knife.
Yao Yao's expression was calm, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the cold light trembled.
And there was a dull creaking sound coming from the Zen room, as if something had been opened.
