The rotation of the scoop continued, as if a serial lock was opened.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

There won't be any mechanism inside, right?

Why is this endless?

After dozens of strokes, the rotation sound of the mechanical scoop disappeared.

Ding Temple's eyes lit up: "It's done!"

"It's done?" Feng Chenglin looked at the treasure box in disbelief: "Is this... opened?"

"This is a serial lock. As long as you open it in the correct way, the remaining locks can be automatically opened. Otherwise, even if one is opened, you still need to open the second one and the third one..."

While talking, he opened the treasure box while deciding the temple.

At that moment, Feng Chenglin understood what Ding Temple meant by chain locking mouths.

Inside the three-foot-square treasure box, there are layers of boxes.

"See? If I didn't open the first box in the correct sort just now, it will touch its protective device. At that time, even if we open the first box, the second box will not open automatically. In the end, it will still need to be opened one by one, and it will take all our efforts and effort to open it..."

"Open one by one?" Feng Chenglin silently counted in his mind. As usual, there must be thirty boxes.

Layered, layer by layer.

If this is opened layer by layer, those who know that they will open it until the next year.

"If it were me, I would just slap it and bang it..."

"If brute force can solve it, what are the real person Changyang waiting for? Why do the Lord and the others need to try their best to protect it?" Ling Luoyu's voice came from behind the two of them.

"Three Young Master?" Feng Chenglin quickly moved away and pointed at the treasure box proudly: "Look, our temple opened it quickly or not?"

Ling Luoyu raised his thumbs with both hands and gave a double thumbs to the temple.

Ding Temple felt a little embarrassed: "I am... it was a coincidence. If it weren't for Brother Feng's reminder, I would definitely not be able to open it for a while. Even if it was opened, it would be the clumsy kind of... it was a stupid way to open it one by one!"

Feng Chenglin was praised a little fluttered: "Don't, big brother, after all, you have the ability. If it weren't for you, I would have reminded you, and no one would know how to open it... But then again, what am I reminding you? Tell me out, so that I can have a capital to brag in the future!"

The next sentence is his true thought.

"It's your saying that you complained about Changyang Zhenren..."

“…what sentence?”

"You said that if the real person of Changyang knew that the heavenly book he had robbed was not the content in the book, but the strokes..."

"...Yes, but..." Feng Chenglin frowned: "But is there any...problem with this?"

"What I began to worry about was the words composed of strokes and the content in the book... For sure, I thought that the password set by our ancestors must be a page on the Heavenly Book. As long as the corresponding content is arranged, you can open the zygomatic son. But after hearing what you said, I suddenly realized that maybe... it was because I was thinking too complicated!"

Feng Chenglin thrust: "...It's indeed complicated enough! The memories used by your ancestors are only the inheritors of your family. Why do you need to get another heavenly book to test your intelligence? If you meet someone like me, it would be fine, it will be opened easily. If you meet someone like you... I don't know that it will only be opened in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse..."
Chapter completed!