Zhan Yan hadn't come up with any answer to what the other murderers had deliberately arranged for what they meant, and he couldn't answer Yin Seventeen's question. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Casually swept around in the chamber, Zhan Yan saw a little weird inaction when he came back from a trip with Yin Seventeen, and couldn't help asking:

"What's wrong with Wuwei?"

Yin Qiqi followed Zhanyan's line of sight and looked at the Wuwei Dao with the pestle on the inside of the threshold of the wing room:

"It should be that he suddenly felt that the murderer was too close to the pilgrims in the temple, and that something dangerous happened, lest even the Buddha could not take care of it all, he felt the danger, so he began to lie at a loss, and chanting the scriptures was just an attempt to calm his restless beating heart."

This is quite ironic.

When she said this, she may not even feel Yin Seventeen herself, but Zhan Yan noticed the distrust of the Buddha in her words, and it can even be said that she is indifferent to people's persistent beliefs.

Why is she like this?

What did she go through that led to her state of mind?

The flower didn't sound like a taste, so he asked Yin Seventeen:

"Seventeen, why do I think it's a little weird to hear what you say?"

Yin Seventeen said: "Where is there anything weird, what I said is just the truth." ”

Hua Zilai asked directly, but Zhan Yan stared at Yin Seventeen with a pair of eyes full of meaning and confusion, and his eyes were full of why.

Zhan Yan's naked and questioning eyes made Yin Seventeen pause slightly, and after two breaths, he smiled lightly:

"Brother Zhan, do you think that my interpretation of the Buddha in this way is really disrespectful to the Buddha? Or do I think I'm misinterpreting the compassion of inaction? ”

Zhan Yan was silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, it's that he doesn't know what to say before he knows the meaning of Yin Seventeen's words.

Yin Seventeen said again: "In the past, I believed in heaven and destiny, but now I only believe in myself...... It's man-made! ”

Wu Wei naturally heard the conversation between Yin Seventeen and Zhan Yan, and after he heard Yin Seventeen say "things are man-made", his mouth that kept chanting the scriptures, and his hands that turned around one by one with the Buddha beads stopped, and he looked at Yin Seventeen:

"The environment is created by the heart, and the things are man-made, and what the seventeen donors said is extremely true."

Wuwei actually agreed with her words, which made Yin Seventeen interested, and she approached Wuweidao:

"Do you think I'm right? Which sentence is right? Is it because the Buddha can't protect all living beings in the world, or is it disdain that you only chant sutras and ask for the Buddha's compassion? ”

Fang Jiang's words were only slightly sarcastic, but at this moment, his words were thorny.

Zhan Yan and Hua Zilai approached Yin Seventeen at the same time, standing in front of Wu Wei with her.

There is no response to inaction.

Only staring at Yin Seventeen for a moment, he seemed to be waiting for Yin Seventeen's unfinished words.

Yin Seventeen lived up to his expectations and said: "Five years ago, when my grandmother was dying in my life, she came to Qianguang Temple to bow down sincerely, and finally asked me to be peaceful and smooth now...... But I felt that I was able to save a life from Hades because of my grandmother's kindness and kindness, and even more because of my grandmother's medical skills, which had nothing to do with the Buddha. ”

She smiled: "You see, I am so insincere, and I have never really thought of going to the Qianguang Temple to kneel to the Buddha and his old man to thank him for saving his life, last time I came to the temple, personally thanked Master Cimei for not blaming me for my rude behavior in an emergency, then I just went to the Buddha to worship casually, did not say anything, not even half of my wish, I don't believe it...... The Buddha was able to grant my wish. ”

Zhan Yan looked at Yin Seventeen, who was obviously wrong, and called out a little worriedly:

"Seventeen ......"

No matter how sluggish the flower is, this will also be the same as Zhanyan to perceive that something is wrong with Yin Seventeen.

This kind of wrongness reminds Hua Zilai of the time when he caught Zeng Pinzheng, Yin Seventeen is also mixed with personal emotions like this, and his emotions seem to be unstable at a critical point, as if he will explode at any moment, which is terrifying.

Unlike Zhanyan and Hua Zilai's mixed feelings of worry, Wuwei listened to Yin Seventeen's sudden self-analysis, his face was slightly stunned, and he didn't make a sound for a while.

Wu Wei's mood at the moment is quite similar to Zhan Yan, and they are all guessing if Yin Seventeen has been stimulated by something, so that Fang will suddenly talk like this?

And unlike Zhanyan, Wuwei is more of an unexplained uneasiness.

This uneasiness began with the neighing of the confessional cat, and even worsened by the strange words of the Yin Seventeen.

Zhan Yan called Yin Seventeen in his mouth, but his eyes involuntarily looked at Wu Wei.

Wuwei didn't seem to see Zhanyan's eyes with a question mark, and he was completely indifferent.

Yin Seventeen Huo Ran pulled out the saber, the blade was slightly cold, as if she could still see bright red blood droplets, she looked at the bright blade and said:

"Brother Zhan, when I went to the academy, I used this knife stained with the blood of Miao Xian and Miao Tie to scare Miss Ying's cat in the letter room and screamed at me, and the neighing was confirmed by Miss Ying's master and servant, that was the sound of the white cat suddenly barking last night, exactly the same, which shows that the white cat was also threatened by danger last night, which made it scream in fear or out of the instinct to resist self-preservation.

When it screamed at the door of the compartment, the murderer may have been outside the compartment door, Miss Ying's maid Huan Xiaozhi said that the sound of the white cat neighing lasted for about half a cup of tea, which at least showed that the threat outside the compartment lasted for about half a cup of tea.

Such a threat, if it does not come from the murderer, then it can only mean that in addition to the murderer, there is another extremely dangerous person in the Qianguang Temple.

No matter how much I raise my eyebrows, if I didn't have this knife, I probably wouldn't have achieved the effect I wanted, and I wouldn't have gotten the answer I wanted...... Scold! Sometimes people are not as honest as a cat! ”

The knife in his hand suddenly reversed, approaching sharply from bottom to top, Yin Seventeen quickly put the knife on the neck of Wuwei, and asked in a cold voice:

"Why lie? Isn't it the most basic thing that monks don't talk about? ”

Zhan Yan watched as things unfolded beyond what he knew and understood, but he believed that Yin Seventeen, and he believed that she would not put the knife on the neck of an innocent monk for no reason.

What the hell did Wu Wei say?

Zhan Yan looked at inaction.

Wu Wei was frightened by Yin Seventeen's sudden bar, and he stiffened his body for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.

There was a stalemate, Wuwei didn't make a sound, Yin Seventeen didn't move the blade, and Zhan Yan stared closely at the reckless movement that prevented Wuwei from being forced to be anxious.

After a stalemate for half a cup of tea, Wuwei finally spoke, he looked at Yin Seventeen and asked:

"Seventeen donors...... Why? ”

Why?

This has to start when Yin Seventeen decides to inquire about Miss Ying in person.

At that time, he had just returned to the chess courtyard, and Wuwei led the way, and Yin Seventeen casually talked to him, which talked about the situation of the pilgrims in the guest courtyard, and Wuwei said that he didn't know much.

Yin Seventeen felt that Wuwei did not understand the pilgrims in the guest house, which was also very understandable, after all, the monk was a monk, and the monk went out of the world to practice, so of course he would not pay too much attention to the many complicated things in the world.

So she didn't ask again.

But after knocking on the door of Miss Ying in the letter wing of the academy, Yin Seventeen felt that her previous determination was wrong.

As soon as the two sat down, Xiao Zhi served tea to the two.

Soon, almost at the same time as the two of them sat down at the table.

Yin Qiqi thought that maybe it was when the two of them arrived, Miss Ying's master and servant happened to be boiling water and wanted to make tea to drink, and she and Wuwei arrived just in time.

At that time, she was not suspicious.

Xiao Zhi did not use a large teapot to make tea, but used a small and delicate pottery tea bowl to brew three cups of Biluochun.

Biluo spring tea leaves are slender, tender green and faint green, curly like a snail, after the tea leaves are soaked, the fragrance slowly stretches, up and down flying, the tea is clear and green, the fragrance strikes, the entrance is cool and sweet, fresh and fresh.

After asking Miss Ying a few words, Yin Seventeen picked up the tea bowl, lifted the lid of the bowl, first gently brushed away the slender tea leaves that had not yet sunk to the bottom, and then slowly took a sip.

She wasn't thirsty, she just thought about something while she was drinking tea.

Miss Ying saw that Yin Seventeen slowly tasted the tea, and was not in a hurry to ask her about the case, she was not in a hurry, and then she also picked up the tea bowl, slowly tasted it, and gently put it down.

When Miss Ying lifted the lid of her tea bowl, Yin Qiqi inadvertently glanced at it and found that there were no tea leaves in Miss Ying's tea bowl, but its fragrance and color of the tea were clearly Biluochun.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask Miss Ying casually, Yin Qiqi caught a glimpse of Wu Wei who had just lifted the lid of the bowl and wanted to drink tea, there was no tea in his tea bowl like Miss Ying, but it was also full of fragrant tea that was no different from the tea bowl in her hand, and the tea was exactly the same silver and green color.

Yin Seventeen asked Wuwei: "Is this a coincidence?" You and Miss Ying have the same habit of drinking Biluochun? ”

After brewing the biluo spring, the tea leaves are removed, leaving only the silvery, turquoise, fragrant tea - is this habit just a coincidence?

Wu Wei didn't answer immediately, but Hua Zilai carefully recalled the scene when he and Wu Wei went to the letter wing of the academy, and Miss Ying's maid Huan Xiaozhi served tea to the two.

After thinking about it again and again, it was fruitless, Hua Zilai had never paid attention to such details that had nothing to do with the case, and now that I think about it, it may not have anything to do with the case.

It was the same inquiry, Hua Zilai didn't ask anything, but Yin Seventeen saw the difference in the tea leaves in each tea bowl when Xiao Zhi served tea, and forced the white cat to scream again as he did on the night the deceased was killed.

Hua Zilai suddenly realized the gap between himself and Yin Seventeen, and Hua Zilai felt that it was really reasonable for Zhan Yan to be so arrogant and attach importance to Yin Seventeen.

He was silent, probably nothing that made his chest tighter than the realization at this moment.

Wu Wei said: "Seventeen donors, there are thousands of people in this world, and there are so many people who are similar, not to mention that they are just a small habit. ”

Yin Seventeen said: "Then why is Xiao Zhi so aware of your habits?" As you told me earlier, you have very little contact with the pilgrims in the guest house, and even the little master who does the logistics chores such as cooking and laundry in the backyard of the temple rarely talks to these pilgrims, unless the pilgrims have something to ask, or if you have something important to inform the pilgrims, none of you will take the initiative to disturb the pilgrims' cultivation in the temple, will you? ”

Wu Wei said: "That's right, as for why Xiao Zhi's donor knows Wu Wei's habit of drinking tea, it is because when Wu Wei and Hua Zhu came to the letter room today, Wu Wei personally said it to Xiao Zhi who prepared tea. ”

Yin Seventeen and Zhan Yan looked at Hua Zilai at the same time.

Hua Zilai was a little uncomfortable by the two of them, but he still stubbornly said:

"That would ...... I'm going to focus on the facts of the case, and where can I pay attention to these little things......"

In other words, Hua Zilai is not sure whether what Wuwei said is true.

Yin Seventeen reluctantly turned his gaze back to Wu Wei: "Okay, then you come and tell me, why did Miss Ying's eyes catch a glimpse of you from time to time when I asked about Xiao Zhi's white cat neighing last night?" ”

Is there one?

Wu Wei recalled.

But even if you can't recall anything, your heart is messed up.

When Hua Zilai heard that there was such a situation, he suddenly came to the spirit:

"There is still such a paragraph? Wu Wei is honest, what is the relationship between you and Miss Ying? ”

Listening to Hua Zilai's unceremonious questioning, Wuwei's fingers holding the Buddha beads couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Seeing that Wuwei's defenses were collapsing little by little, Yin Seventeen decided to put down the last fierce medicine:

"That look is not the eyes that pilgrims should have when they look at the master in the temple, and Xiao Zhi's unintentional respect for you has become a natural habit, which shows that the relationship between you and Miss Ying is not just the relationship between the pilgrim and the master in the temple as you said, maybe you are really not familiar with other pilgrims, but the relationship between you and Miss Ying, I can be very sure, it is definitely not simple!"

Wu Wei folded his hands and refuted: "These are just the conjectures of the Seventeen Donors!" ”

Yin Seventeen smiled and removed the knife from Wuwei's neck:

"Speculation? If I'm not mistaken, after you drank half of the tea in the tea bowl, Xiao Zhi approached the table from behind Miss Ying, originally wanting to add tea for you, but after you slightly raised your right index finger on the table, Xiao Zhi did not move, but retreated behind Miss Ying and continued to stand and wait...... If it is this, do you want to say that I have guessed it?

Look, let's just say that I don't believe in the Buddha and his old man, even accepting a disciple is so unclear that he can't read people clearly, he is full of words when he recites scriptures, and he can't even take his own mundane things and can't put them down, what kind of monk are you going to be? What good results can you achieve by cultivating like this? ”

Wuwei was shocked, he looked at Yin Seventeen, who slowly said this small detail, and was even more shocked by Yin Seventeen's sharp words that pierced his heart.

A small place that others won't notice, but Yin Seventeen has noticed it.

If he miscalculated, it was probably a miscalculation of Yin Seventeen's ability!

I can't quibble anymore, and I don't seem to want to quibble.

Yin Seventeen said it well, he even dealt with the mundane things in the past, why not serve the Buddha with his body to cultivate his mind? !

Wu Wei did not refute Yin Seventeen's words again, he admitted everything that Yin Seventeen had speculated.

He and Miss Ying have known each other for a long time, and they are childhood sweethearts. (To be continued.) )