Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, the sound of pounding rice is endless.

Pack different paths.

"Brother, do you want to pound the rice and cook it in the pot? What you pound is not rice. I think we should plow the ground, sprinkle the grain seeds, and wait for the seedlings to come out..."

Suddenly, a few slams were heard from seven or eight feet in the middle and southeast corner of the garden. The sound was light, but it was quite special, mysterious. Gong Yegan and others looked at the sound, and saw four osmanthus trees planted side by side in the local area.

Bang, bang, the short axe kept pounding the pestle.

It was strange that the second osmanthus tree several feet away from the east actually swayed its branches and leaves and slowly moved out. After a while, everyone realized that every time the short axe hit the osmanthus tree, it moved one and a half inches. The old man who played the piano cheered, ran towards the osmanthus tree and whispered.

"Not bad, not bad!"

Everyone followed him. They saw a large stone slab where the osmanthus tree was moved away, and an iron ring was formed on the stone slab.

Gong Yegan was shocked and ashamed, and said.

"This underground organ is extremely cleverly arranged, which is really incredible. In an instant, this gentleman discovered where Jikuo was. His intelligence was not inferior to those who built the organs."

Pack different paths.

"No, no. How do you know that this mechanism was not built by him?"

Gongye smiled dryly.

"I say that his intelligence is not below those who build the mechanism. If the mechanism is built by him, his intelligence is naturally not below himself."

Pack different paths.

"No, no, no. It is not under it, or above it. How can his intelligence be above himself?"

The short axe pounded more than ten times, and the large stone slabs were all exposed. The old man who played the piano held the iron ring and pulled it upwards, but it didn't move at all. When he wanted to transport his capacity, the short axe screamed.

"Brother, stop!"

He jumped into a stone mortar next to him, pulled open his pants, pissed, and shouted.

"Come on, everyone, pee together!"

The old man who played the piano was stunned and quickly put down the iron ring. In an instant, the chessboard, nerd, and the judge, plus the old man who played the piano and the short axe, urinated into the stone mortar.

Gong Yegan and others saw these five people urinating wildly, and they all laughed and couldn't bear to look down. But in an instant, everyone smelled a smell of gunpowder in their noses.

The short axe said.

"Okay, there's no danger!"

It was the old man who played the piano and urinated the longest time, and he kept urinating, muttering to himself.

"Damn it, damn it, I broke another mechanism for me. Sixth brother, if you hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, we'd all fried it into meat."

Gong Yegan and others were in awe of heart, and they all knew that in this moment, they had already gone to the gate of hell. Obviously, there were flints, fire knifes, and medicine lines under the iron ring. After pulling them, they ignited the medicine lines, and the gunpowder they had hidden exploded. Fortunately, the short axe was very alert, and everyone urinated and soaked the leads, and then they avoided the disaster.

The short axe walked to the first stone mortar on the right, and turned the stone mortar three times, raised his head to the sky, recited the mantra in a low voice, and calculated for a while, turning the stone mortar left for six and a half circles. Only a slight sound of rumbling passed, and the large stone slab shrank into the side, revealing a hole.

This time, the old man who played the piano did not dare to be reckless again. He waved to the short axe customer and asked him to lead the way. The short axe customer knelt down and looked at the first stone mortar in the left head.

Suddenly someone from the ground laughed and scolded.
Chapter completed!