Chapter 109: Breaking the Mysterious Machine and Obtaining the Treasure of a Hundred Herbs

  Shi Jin gazed foolishly at the portrait of their ancestor behind Li Bai Cao, and after a moment, he smiled as if he had understood something.

  Shi Jin lowered his body and looked at the portrait of the ancestor again, it was no longer the same as what he saw every time he entered.

  At this moment, in Shi Jin's eyes, the ancestor who was like a celestial being nodded and smiled, and the spirit in his eyes also changed, staring straight at a certain place with an expectant expression.

  Shi Jin made a concerted effort to discern the direction he was indicating, following his line of sight bit by bit and repeatedly comparing the ancestral master's gaze with the actual point being sought. The subtle errors between them existed. And that place under Shi Jin's exploration turned out to be the second square brick on the right-hand side as one entered the gate.

  Shi Jin saw through this place and immediately pointed to the other side, whispering to Li Bai Cao: "Bai Cao, stand on that square brick."

  Shi Jin said, and then bowed his head again to take a closer look at the other parts of the painting. The sickle held by the ancestor of the Hundredfold Gate was now most eye-catching, lying across his chest. When entering the door, it seemed like an old man who had exhausted his energy, unable to lift the heavy sickle. But now, Shi Jin saw that the narrow blade of the sickle was quietly closed, with a sense of accumulating momentum and waiting to be released.

  On the blade of that sickle, there was a faint cold light, from sparse to dense, as if it implied some direction. Shi Jin stared blankly for a moment, his eyes following the direction of the blade, and looked over like a crescent moon, but what he saw was the staff held in the other hand of the ancestor.

  At this time, the cane is no longer comparable to the past. The cane has different lengths and sections, which are clearly not the same as the bamboo canes in real life. Since the painting depicts something that is not real, but still portrays the cane in such a way, if it's not a flaw in the painting, then it must be some kind of cryptic code, hinting at something.

  Shi Jin thought of this, and he focused even more intently on the painting, as if a pair of sharp eyes had pierced into the painting, and his own soul had also merged in thread by thread.

  That walking stick had been stared at by Shi Jin for a long time, and his eyes couldn't help but feel sour and unbearable. He hated to close his eyes at this moment and not take another look at the picture. But with Shi Jin's character, he was not someone who would return without achieving anything. The more difficult it was, the more that stubbornness in his heart played out.

  Shi Jin looked and looked, his eyes stinging, and involuntarily choked out two tears. Shi Jin gritted his teeth to hold on, but unexpectedly, through a layer of blurry tears, the crutch seemed to be crooked.

  Shi Jin made a great effort to maintain this state, thinking deeply in his heart and memorizing the twisted shape and pattern of the crutch. Shi Jin thought it over silently in his mind, then recited it quietly to himself: "Right left right, left right left right." Looking at the painting again, he found that what he had remembered was not wrong in the slightest, and only then did he stand up, laughing loudly with a long laugh.

  Li Bai Cao didn't know what Shi Jin Fang had just said, but seeing him smile again made her feel even more mysterious. She couldn't help but ask: "Master, what's going on..."

  Shi Jin smiled and looked at Bai Cao, saying: "I'd like to congratulate White Grass first!"

  "The master of the house is joking, this war is imminent, what joy do I have? The city is also filled with corpses, where does the joy come from?" Lei Baicao said, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly.

  Shi Jin smiled and beckoned to the two brothers, instructing them: "Come, carefully dig up the spot where he's standing, let's see what treasure it is."

  "Treasures? This old house was passed down to me from my master, what good treasures would be buried underground. Don't mock me anymore, Big Master. Is that the real entrance?" Li Bai Cao stepped aside and watched as the two brothers from Shao Hua Mountain lifted up the floorboard he had been standing on earlier, using their knives and shovels to dig open the layer of soil.

  "I've already dug out the entrance in the courtyard, why bother finding another one to exit. I just came here out of curiosity, the Huang family's people used the tunnel to steal books, why didn't it catch your attention. But now, it seems this question has lost its meaning." Shi Jin said as he looked at the pit that was getting deeper and deeper, continuing: "In this pit, there must be a treasure left by your master for you."

  "Oh?" Lei Baicao's face was filled with incredulous expressions upon hearing this.

  Just at this moment, the two brothers who were digging the pit suddenly dropped their waist knives, squatted down and dug their hands into the pit. They immediately stood up and reported happily: "Report to the master, an iron box was found."

  Li Bai Cao's heart skipped a beat as soon as he heard it, and his eyes lit up.

  Shi Jin laughed again and said loudly: "Pick it up!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the two brothers from Mount Liusha brought up that not-too-large iron box, holding it with both hands and presenting it to Shi Jing.

  Shi Jin beckoned to Bai Cao and said, "Bai Cao, come quickly and take a look. Is this the treasure of your Hundred Maze Sect?"

  Lei Baicao stepped forward, gazing intently at the iron box, which was about half the size of a brick. The exterior was square in shape and adorned with a pattern of sickle-shaped medicine bags. It was indeed an item from their Hundred Flavors Sect. However, on one side of the iron box, there were large iron ring buckles connected in sequence, while apart from this, there were no visible seams or gaps that could indicate how to open the box.

  "This..." Li Baicao fiddled with it in his hand, looking at it again and again, tapping on it, just like a good-for-nothing eating a hedgehog, full of joy and anticipation, but couldn't bring himself to do anything about it, didn't know how to start, and couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, so he self-mockingly said: "The great master, look at me... this perfectly good treasure, I'm not skilled enough, can only hold it in my arms like an embroidered ball, just looking at it." After speaking, he smiled bitterly again.

  "What's the use of worrying about everything? Your ancestors have already told you, what's the mystery of this iron box!" Shi Jin looked at Li Baicao with confidence.

  "Ancestor?"

  To be honest, Li Bai Cao had never seen his own ancestor except in paintings since he was a child. Not to mention that the ancestor had told Li Bai Cao something, not even half a sentence had been left behind. But Shi Jin said that the ancestor had told him, which completely confused Li Bai Cao.

  Shi Jin looked at Li Bai Cao's anxious appearance and didn't dare tease him anymore. He walked to the iron box, facing the ten large iron rings, looking at the trajectory they had set earlier, muttering "right left right left, left right left right" in his mouth, while his hands moved continuously, smoothly operating each ring with one breath.

  As expected, when Shi Jin inserted the last iron ring into the recessed groove on the surface of the iron box to the left, the iron box was slowly opened by Shi Jin with one side of the iron ring as the axis.

  While Li Baicao took a look inside with the trend, his face immediately turned pale...