In the underground hall, everyone looked around, but there was no other exit except the passage they came from. However, it is difficult to return through the passage from which it came and has collapsed. With so many people trapped here, even if they haven't found any treasure, it will be difficult for them to survive as time goes by.
Just when everyone was annoyed, Ming Siquan slowly walked under a wall, looked above his head, and observed carefully that there was a small hole on it.
Ming Siquan took off the golden hairpin from his head and shot it into the hole with a "swish" sound. He saw that the cave wall behind him suddenly peeled off, revealing the shape of a door that could only accommodate one person. It seemed to be a secret passage. .
When everyone saw this, they gathered around one after another. They didn't know how Ming Siquan knew there was a secret passage here.
Suddenly, Ming Siquan knelt down in front of the crowd and said loudly: "Ming Siquan, the envoy of Zongheng Sect and Lianheng, welcomes the envoy Heng..."
This kneeling shocked the whole audience. Before anyone could react, a person walked out in front of him. Judging from his clothes, he seemed to be a member of the White Lotus Sect.
Tang Sai'er followed Ming Siquan's gaze and saw that the man was wearing a bamboo hat and could not see his appearance clearly.
Among the crowd, Wan Shitong was also a member of the Zongheng Sect. When he saw someone claiming to be Hengshi, although it was difficult to confirm, he did not dare to be careless. He hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down side by side and said, "Wan Shitong, the master of Jimu Villa of Zongheng Sect, pays homage to the headmaster Hengshi." He said, while observing the man with his eyes.
The man said "Hmm..." and signaled Ming Siquan and Wan Shitong to get up. Then he walked to the door, turned around, and swept his eyes around, making people feel as if a breeze was blowing, but there was something in the wind. With a chill.
Tang Saier was the first to ask: "Who are you and why are you pretending to be a member of my White Lotus sect?"
The man smiled slightly, looked at Tang Sai'er and said: "Tang Sai'er, a native of Putai, Binzhou, was born in the 32nd year of Hongwu. His family has been in the family for three years. He is now the Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect, in charge of Shandong, Henan, Huguang, Academic affairs of Southern Zhili and other provinces.”
Tang Sai'er couldn't help but feel a little displeased and said angrily: "Yes, it's me. Didn't you just investigate me secretly? There's nothing strange about this."
The man was not angry and continued: "That's just an appearance. In fact, you are from Fengyang Mansion. Your Majesty Tang Antai is the youngest son of Tang Shengzong, the Marquis of Yan'an in the Hongwu Dynasty."
Tang Sai'er couldn't help but be surprised when he said this. At that time, my grandfather fought in the world with Emperor Taizu and made outstanding achievements. He was awarded the title of Marquis of Yan'an. Later, he was jealous of the emperor and was implicated in the Hu Weiyong case. He married his mother and gave birth to himself. However, his parents were soon killed by the government, and he was accidentally rescued by Lin San of the White Lotus Sect. She had never mentioned these secrets to anyone, how could this person know about them.
"Hahaha... I know far more than you think, but it's your turn next." The man seemed to know what Tang Saier was thinking. After speaking, he glanced at the crowd and stretched out his hand again. When I stroked my beard, I saw that the beard was as white as the face, but clean and shiny, indicating that under the bamboo hat, he might be a famous elder.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Siquan stepped forward and said loudly: "You heroes, you came to this mountain just for the treasure of Tianwan, but you must not waste your life for the treasure, otherwise the gain will not be worth the loss, don't you think so?"
At this time, someone in the crowd agreed. Ming Siquan continued: "I, the leader of the Zongheng Sect, the Hengshi, knew that everyone was in trouble and came to rescue me. I have dug a door behind this wall that can lead directly to the outside of the mountain. However, the state has national laws and the religion has its rules. According to our According to the rules, the person asking for help must provide us with a piece of real information before he can pass through. However, the size of this door has been determined, and the opening time may be less than five breaths, and it cannot be opened repeatedly. In order to ensure that as many people as possible can pass through, everyone needs to make a choice , only the ten people who provide the most information can pass."
After hearing this, everyone burst into excitement. As a result, no one could guarantee that they were among the ten people.
So some people were dissatisfied and thought that it would be better to take down these two bullshit Zongheng teachers first, so as not to be afraid of finding a way out. Then several people rushed up and started fighting Ming Siquan and the man.
The man still stood there motionless in the face of the attack, but Ming Siquan stepped forward and knocked the incoming man away with just one palm. Then his palms flew, and the incoming man was beaten to the ground. He couldn't even get up.
Fang Lingyan and Feng Yanlang were both familiar with Ming Siquan. They originally thought it was quite shocking that she joined the Zongheng Sect, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not impossible for her to join the Zongheng Sect after being away from home for ten years. However, they did not expect that she would be... Such excellent skills are really hidden.
Of all the people on the field, Ming Xiang was the best in martial arts. He looked at the man without saying a word, as if he wanted to see through the face under the hat.
Ming Xiang, the majestic leader of the Tianxia Hui clan, would not be easily intimidated. He stood up on tiptoes and rushed toward Ming Siquan with a punch.
Ming Siquan dodged sideways, raised his wrists to block, then jumped up with his petite body, attacking and fighting from far and near, and actually fought with Ming Xiang back and forth.
Ming Xiang didn't want to get too entangled with him, and frequently used big moves. However, Ming Siquan became more and more courageous as he fought, and he seemed to be on par with him.
But I heard the man laugh and say: "I want to ask the name of Tian Xia Huiming's sect leader. He is really good at martial arts. Wait until I come to meet you." Before he finished speaking, he took off his bamboo hat and shot over.
When everyone took a look, it turned out to be an old monk.
Ming Xiang quickly dodged sideways and saw that it was an old monk. He was not afraid at all. He left Ming Siquan behind and punched him directly in the face.
The old monk stood still, waiting for Ming Xiang to approach, then moved his feet slightly, pressed down Ming Xiang's fist with a spiral hand, pulled him over, raised his foot, and kicked him in the abdomen.
Mingxiang was startled, and quickly intercepted with his right foot. He executed a few kicks in the air. He felt that his legs were numb and he could not use any strength. He had to pull out his right hand with his elbow and tried another palm. Although it was not serious, he took a few steps back. Only then did he stand firm, but the old monk stood there without changing his expression.
After being tested, Ming Xiang did not dare to act rashly, but he saw the old monk pressing towards him, using the "Amitabha Palm, Pohu Fist" and other moves that he was good at, and their power was much greater than what he had used. , I had to deal with it carefully.
Fortunately, the old monk did not kill him, and forced Ming Xiang to retreat and said: "Ming Sect Leader is a dragon and a phoenix among people. Among the dragon eyes selected by our Zongheng Sect, you must be one of them. If you can come out of this sect, you will have your own." The dragon painter is looking for you."
Ming Xiang was still a little unconvinced, his face turned red, and he said mockingly: "What kind of dragon painter? I only heard that Zongheng Cult controls the world, but I don't want to do anything behind the scenes and don't dare to show my true face to others, hahaha..."
The old monk was not angry and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha...if you take refuge in my teaching, you will naturally know my name."
Ming Xiang was furious, and was about to continue the attack, but was persuaded by his subordinate Akihito. It seemed that this old monk was very powerful. Fortunately, there were many of us, so we could attack first and kill everyone here to get the last ten. It’s not difficult to get a spot either.
The old monk saw through Akihito's thoughts and said: "As I said just now, only the ten people who provide the most information can be qualified to leave here. Even if there are only ten people left in the end, if they are not the ten people who provide the most information, There is no right to leave.”
Fang Lingyan stood up and asked: "I wonder what kind of information can be recognized by you?"
Ming Siquan said: "You don't need to worry about it. We will sort out whether the information is true or false and whether it is useful or not."
Seeing that there was no other way, everyone had no choice but to give the old monk and Ming Siquan what they thought was useful information.
Ming Siquan took out a booklet, which contained densely packed tadpole texts. Whenever someone provided a piece of information, Ming Siquan would open the booklet, compare it, and then rely on his extraordinary memory to quickly reason and confirm the information. If there is a price, write down the information in another small notebook.
Under this situation, everyone can only rely on themselves. Even if Fang Lingyan, Feng Yanlang, and Jing Yunpeng are from the same school, they have to follow the rules of the game. In this way, every piece of information was sent to the most powerful brain of the Zongheng Sect.
"Fang Lingyan, a native of Ninghai, Taizhou, is the daughter of Fang Xiaoru, a former Hanlin scholar. She has a sworn enemy with the Yan thieves in the court...".
"Jing Yunpeng, a native of Zhenning, Shaanxi, the son of Jing Qing, the former imperial censor, has a sworn feud with the Yan thieves in the court...".
As Fang Lingyan and Jing Yunpeng personally revealed their life experiences, more people rushed to reveal their secrets.
The old monk was very happy when he heard this information. As an organization that specializes in planning great changes in the world, mastering more information means mastering more resources, and having more resources can contribute to the formation of the general trend of the world. This is the law of vertical and horizontal manipulation.
However, the information I know is limited after all, especially those in lower positions, the information they have is even more limited. So some people began to take advantage of others and use force to coerce others to hand over information. Among them, Ming Xiang's group and Ning Wang's group were the most arrogant.
Under this situation, Fang Lingyan didn't want to cause trouble, but the Gen Yue League led by Wen Dezong was looking for trouble and took the initiative to provoke.
Fang Lingyan thought of the evil deeds he and Gen Yue Meng had done, and became furious. She joined forces with Jing Yunpeng and Feng Yanlang to fight against Wen Dezong and Gen Yue Meng's disciples.
It was Wen Dezong who was looking for his own death. He didn't have Feng Ji's strength, but he wanted to have Feng Ji's dream. After a lot of fighting, Fang Lingyan finally pierced his throat with a sword and avenged the destruction of the sect.
