It's been three months since the old three, and it's deep winter in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, Qingzhou has completely returned to normal, and Mi Xiaobei has been hiding behind the scenes~ to get rid of the plague, and everything is carried out by Yuan Qianhao.

Yuan Zheyu had been in a state of excitement, but he forgot that Master Huiyuan had also been missing for three months, and naturally he didn't mention the matter of the God of War to Mi Xiaobei.

The people of Qingzhou have gradually regained their former sense of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness for the rest of their lives.

People looked back at the tragic plague, and regarded Yuan Qianwei as a living Bodhisattva, and prepared to enshrine a statue of Yuan Qianwei in the North Temple, but Yuan Zheyu was strongly opposed.

However, people still regard Yuan Qianwei as a living bodhisattva and put it in their hearts.

For a time, the people of Qingzhou took the North Temple as the place of worship and went to worship incense in an endless stream.

It is said that the tablet of Yuan Qianwei was also quietly enshrined in the temple.

Mi Xiaobei felt that Oi Er was still alive and was a little unlucky.

But it is not good to sweep the people's interest.

So on a dark and windy night, he quietly sneaked into the North Temple.

Master Huiyuan has been missing for three months, there is only one small monk in the huge North Temple, and many halls have become deserted.

Usually, many citizens come to the temple spontaneously to help clean up.

Flipping into the hall from the eaves of the main hall, Mi Xiaobei was suddenly blinded by a golden light......

Looking closely, it turned out that there were several more golden Buddhas in the main hall, tall and fat, and shining with golden light.

The tallest Buddha statue is eight meters high and five meters wide, and the smiling mouth of Maitreya Buddha is more than two feet wide and more than one foot high.

Mi Xiaobei sighed, if this golden Buddha is made of pure gold, how much gold will it cost......

Of course, these golden Buddhas are naturally gilded.

I walked around, but I didn't find Yuan Qianha's tablet.

If you continue to look for other halls, you still don't find the tablet of Yuan Qianwei, but remember that there are thirteen new golden Buddhas in the north temple.

Mi Xiaobei sighed again: The people of Qingzhou are still simple, otherwise, there will be only one little monk in the North Temple, if the thief sneaks in in the middle of the night like himself, just scraping off the gold dust on the body of Maitreya Buddha, it is estimated that there are dozens of taels of gold.

Fifty taels of gold, you can build a house with two gates.

In the afternoon of this day, Luo Weishu was drafting a manuscript in the mansion, preparing to write a book about his thousand-year experience, especially the insights brought by the plague in Qingzhou.

At the moment, he was worried about the title of the book.

Zhao Shun's report suddenly sounded outside: "Report ......"

After the plague, although Zhao Shun still held the position of the general of the imperial city, his main job was to manage the capture house.

On the army side, there is a full-time deputy general management drill.

The military camp was not spared from this plague, and 10,000 people died. Those newly recruited recruits~ do need to be tempered hard.

Luo Weishu was at a loss for the title of the book, and when he heard Zhao Shun's voice, he was overjoyed.

"Come in!"

I thought that Zhao Shun was here, so I just asked him to call his wife over and discuss the title of this book.

Unexpectedly, after Zhao Shun came in, he shouted in a hurry: "My lord, it's not good!"

Luo Weishu hadn't heard the word "bad" for three months, and immediately felt that Zhao Shun was very unlucky: "What's a fuss, if nothing bad happens, look at my ......"

Originally, what he wanted to say was "Beat you with 30 boards to relieve your anger".

Suddenly, I felt like I was wishing something big was going to happen.

So he changed his words: "Don't be rushed to death by you!"

Zhao Shun didn't have time to chew on the meaning of Lord Zhizhou's words, and his mind was full of big things: "My lord, the arrest room has received a report for three consecutive days, and more than 20 women have disappeared so far, all of them are young women between the ages of thirteen and eighteen,"

Luo Weishu was immediately shocked: This is ...... It's not good, indeed.

Thirteen to eighteen-year-old young woman is missing, is there a pick~flower~thief in Qingzhou?

"Then you don't want to investigate it quickly! Do you have any clues?!"

Zhao Shun, who has always been resolute, seems to be submissive at the moment: "My lord, this matter is a bit difficult to do!"

It's strange, the head catcher doesn't use it to investigate the case, but he keeps it in vain? When he encounters a case, he is still embarrassed, and this head catcher doesn't want to do it.

Immediately said sharply: "Zhao Zhutou, let me tell you, in your master Wu Zheng's dictionary, there has never been a problem that cannot be done, and it is difficult to do these words! I just want to ask you, do you seem bored after the plague has passed, do you want to go to the Nanlu Courtyard to be a bodyguard?"

Zhao Shun was taken aback.

To be a bodyguard for Lao Zhizhou, this is euphemistic enough.

In a hurry, he opened his mouth and said: "Zhao Shun will defend the Lord to the death for the rest of his life!"

Luo Weishu sneered, and suddenly said loudly: "Do I need your protection? What I need you to do now is to quickly solve the case of the woman's disappearance!"

The trick is still a bitter face: "My lord, this matter is indeed very difficult to do, because it involves the North Temple, and there is no adult to supervise it personally, I am afraid that I will be humble...... It's hard to check!"

The North Temple is indeed special.

First, because the abbot of the North Temple has a special identity, the people don't know it, but Luo Weishu naturally knows.

Zhao Shun was careless, and he also knew.

Second, at present, the North Temple is supreme in the minds of the people of Qingzhou, and everyone agrees that Yuan Qianwei is a living Bodhisattva, and it is the Living Bodhisattva who saved Qingzhou City. However, the Yuan Mansion is not allowed to worship Yuan Qianhao, so everyone only needs to come to worship the Buddha statue in the North Temple.

Therefore, whoever moves the North Temple now is equivalent to moving the faith of the people of Qingzhou.

"It's a bit tricky!"

Luo Weishu nodded, understanding Zhao Shun.

"Tell me, how did the missing woman get involved in the North Temple? Could it be that there are flowers in the temple ~ monk ~ monk ......"

Zhao Shun was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again, and stammered: "Don't dare to talk nonsense, don't dare to talk nonsense! Both adults and lowly officials know that Master Huiyuan is an immortal!"

Luo Weishu said disapprehantly: "This second god of war, the bet with Mi Gongzi is not counted, and he doesn't even want the auxiliary heart, and suddenly he disappeared for three months, and I don't know what he did......?"

Zhao Shun blinked with a pair of big eyes, and he couldn't tell if Lord Zhizhou was telling a joke or telling the truth.

As soon as the plague is removed, Lord Zhizhou is so happy, and the relationship between husband and wife is also incomparably harmonious, unparalleled in the world, and sometimes there are always some inexplicable jokes that make people laugh.

So he cautiously returned: "My lord, I am humbled and investigated, and now there is only one little monk in the North Temple......"

Luo Weishu stared at the manuscript on the crime and interrupted Zhao Shun's words: "Jueming, I know!

Jue Ming was only fifteen years old, born as an orphan, and was picked up from the street by Master Huiyuan ten years ago and kept in the temple.

He was originally homeless, and there was no such thing as a monk.

But in the North Temple, except for Master Huiyuan, he is the only one, he is not a little monk, no one is a little monk.

What's more, the North Temple is very large, twice as large as the Yuan Mansion, and the incense is also very prosperous.

The temple was cleaned all day long, and the master was served comfortably.

Such a young man who was born in poverty and knew how to repay his kindness, it was impossible for him to dare to "pick ~ flowers" if he was given a hundred dares.

Luo Weishu put down the manuscript and said, "Let's go, take the mansion to the North Temple to have a look!"

Zhao Shun is full of joy, the fairy has decided the case, will there be anything that will not be solved?

So, the two people dressed up and rode horses to the North Temple.