A wrinkled old man pushes a worn-out bicycle with a dirty incubator in the back seat.

Isn't it just steamed buns? Push it to the gate of the big temple to sell it and it will become Guanyin steamed buns?

Feng Wuzheng was wondering, and at this time, the same shouting sound sounded again.

Then all kinds of people came to sell Guanyin steamed buns, and some of them were clever enough to use the sound recorded by the great lama.

This big temple is also benevolent enough, and a group of hawkers don't care if they do business at the door.

No, a group of vendors? Why do they all only sell one kind of product? Guanyin steamed buns?

Feng Wu found a stall that looked relatively clean.

"Sister, bring me a steamed bun. How much is a steamed bun?" Feng Wu asked.

"Two uncles and one sprinkle (200 one), Wu Boshan (500 three). "The eldest sister's Mandarin is not very good.

Fortunately, Feng Wu could understand sign language.

I'll rub it, why are steamed buns so expensive. Is it made of gold?

But Feng Wu still decided to buy one and see what the hell this Guanyin steamed bun was.

"Can I use my card if I don't have cash?"

"Smack", a standard black object issued by UnionPay appeared in front of Feng Wu.

Selling steamed buns with a pos machine, is China's financial industry already so developed?

Feng Wu took the sky-high steamed bun for 200 yuan a piece and couldn't wait to open it.

Profiteers! It's no different from ordinary steamed buns.

He pinned his last hope on Guan Yuqing, hoping that she could eat differently.

Sure enough, Guan Yuqing ate in small bites, and her little red lips were gentle and sexy.

"Does this steamed bun have any special taste?"

"No, it's very ordinary, it's not as delicious as the food you cooked!" was looked at by Feng Wu like this, Guan Yuqing was a little embarrassed.

Fang Ling arrived.

I saw her open the blocked gate, and a group of mermaids rushed in.

"Why is this big temple so broken? It seems that my judgment has been wrong, and there are not many people who come to incense in such a broken temple. The chances of the murderer being exposed here are still very small. The Singapore Pop narcissist said first.

What Feng didn't pay attention to was the two couplets hanging on the wall inside.

The upper link is: pay attention to the advantages and disadvantages of nature, but good people know this good place

The next link is: life and longevity are all made by themselves, not by the sky.

This couplet should be posted on the outside, but why is it on the inside?

Could it be that this is the Yin and Yang Gate, facing inward during the day and outward at night?

Yin-Yang Gate, Ghost Gate?

Feng Wu has no body, a spirit.

Damn, I said I shouldn't wade into this troubled water.

Feng Wu scolded secretly while looking around.

"Master, what have you discovered?" Huang Feifei and Feng Wutian got along day and night, and it was unusual to see from his pale face.

"Nothing. Feng Wuqiang endured the chill and said.

"This temple is really broken, and the temples in a small town in Japan are better than this, so no one has repaired them?" Sakurako asked.

"There are fewer people who believe in Buddhism in China. The Lord Spirit said.

"There are fewer people who don't believe in Buddhism, but fewer people who have faith. Zhong Lei said.

Feng Wu stepped on the weeds growing in the middle of the small stone road, and he quietly took out the dragon ruler. Sure enough, the dragon's head and tail swayed.

This is indeed a place of strange powers.

On both sides of the path are fierce Buddha statues, looking hideous, but if you look closely, their hands are pointing in the same direction, that is, the Guanyin Hall, where the crime occurred.

When everyone came to the Guanyin Hall, it was no different from the video materials they had seen before, except that the corpses and blood stains on the ground had been cleaned up. What remains is a human figure drawn in chalk.

In the center is a statue of Master Guanyin, majestic and tall. Several large pillars with a thick body are inscribed with various Sanskrit characters. Incense was still burning on the incense table, and a sleepy atmosphere enveloped everyone.

On the right, there is a large candelabra resembling a bookshelf, on which candles of various lengths are burning.

The whole room is a wooden structure, whether it is the windows or the door panels, the wood is pitch black, and it is impossible to see the age.

A group of foreigners were looking at the humanoid, the main spirit, the narcissist, Feng Wu, and Sakurako all came to the back hall.

The narcissist is the first to open the window of his cousin.

"That's right, the murderer turned over this window. ”

There are also footprints left by the murderer on the windowsill.

A powerful detective can determine the age, surname, height and weight of the criminal by his footprints. Anyway, Feng Wu can't.

Huang Fayi stared at the footprint in a daze.

"The worst part is that there's no surveillance footage behind this?" Sakurako said into the window.

"Then who was the last to see the deceased?" Huang Feifei asked.

"The deceased, he was never seen again since he left the house around 10 o'clock the night before. The Lord Spirit said.

But his car left the garage around four a.m. the next morning. And after twenty minutes, it stopped at a nearby monitor that couldn't be lined up. Sakurako added.

"For such a long time, could it be that he was in the car all night?" Feng Wu said.

"Did the surveillance capture the driver?" asked Huang Feifei.

"If it is photographed, will we still analyze the case here?" Feng Wubai said with a glance at Huang Feifei.

"I've watched the surveillance dozens of times, and the murderer has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance, and his head is wrapped very tightly. I can't see it at all. Sakurako said.

"If you trespass into the public transport system with impunity, I will arrest you. Fang Ling said to Sakura in an aura.

"Arrest me, do you have to have proof?" Sakurako said nonchalantly, eating a heart-shaped stick.

"The murderer brought the deceased here, but did not do it. Huang Feifei said.

"Specific location. Fang Ling said.

"A specific time. The narcissist said.

"A specific way of killing. Feng Wu said.

"A specific 5 million. Huang Feifei said excitedly.

"Shut up!" everyone drank. Obviously, Huang Feifei's last sentence ruined the atmosphere of everyone's case, and also exposed his greed for money. Everyone cast their eyes with contempt.

"If you dislike me, I'll slap my ass and leave. Huang Feifei said righteously.

"If you leave, you can leave, but can you slap your ass?" Sakurako said angrily as soon as she opened Huang Feifei's hand.

"Okay, if you leave, you will leave. Huang Feifei smiled and left, winking at Feng Wu before leaving.

When did this big fool learn to rub oil? Feng Wu looked at Sakura, who was still angry, and shook his head.

Huang Feifei came to the main hall and saw a group of foreigners outside looking at the figure with a flashlight, but he was lying in the outline of the figure, and his hands and feet were compared to what he looked like before he died.

"Ah......" The foreigners were startled.

"Well, what are you doing, you are destroying the scene, do you know?" Fang Ling said with some excitement.

"If you want to get close to the truth, you have to think of yourself as a dead person!" Huang Feifei said strongly.

Fang Ling was about to pull him.

"Hey, what is this, you guys come quickly. Huang Feifei found a peculiar pattern underneath the incense case.