"Open coffin autopsy? No way. ”

After dinner, Liansheng walked directly into the living room to find Spiegel and say what he thought. But Spiegel was adamantly opposed.

"Why not? This is the only way to find out the cause of the death of those two nuns and Miss Qin, and you are also suspicious of their deaths, right? ”

Lian Sheng stared straight at Ming Jing's face, and sure enough, he lowered his eyes, not wanting to look directly at Lian Sheng.

"Spiegel, did you have an argument with Yuan Zhi in the morning?"

"No, I'm too worried."

"You're lying!" Xu Yan pointed at Mingjing and shouted: "I saw you rushing over angrily outside the courtyard of Master Yuanzhi in the morning, obviously you had a dispute, Master Yuanzhi looked as usual at that time, it must be you who quarreled with him." ”

Spiegel sneered: "What if I quarrel with him?" Could it be that in the hearts of everyone, Yuan Zhi is a god-like existence? ”

"You kept Xu Yan away from Yuan Zhi under the tower, Ming Spiegel, what do you know, why didn't you say it clearly? Maybe you are trying to maintain the reputation of Mingguang Temple, but you really watched Miss Qin, Miaoguang, and Xuan Song and others die, leaving the murderer at large? Liansheng's tone was very earnest.

Mingjing sighed helplessly: "My lord is so smart about ice and snow, I really saw that there were people in this temple who were making trouble." Yesterday, I went to worship Xuan Song, and met Xuan Yue, who was in the same room with her, only to know that before Xuan Song's accident, Xuan Yue smelled the smell of rosin on her, so Xuan Yue suspected that Xuan Song might have a close relationship with someone who could play the qin. ”

"The smell of rosin?"

After all, Liansheng is an outsider, and he is completely influential. Naturally, I don't understand what this rosin is used for.

When Xu Yan heard this, her whole face changed, and her voice was dry: "Rosin, it turned out to be rosin." But is there only Master Yuanzhi in Mingguang Temple who caress the qin? ”

It turns out that rosin is used to maintain the strings. That is to say, before the accident, Xuan Song was frequently with a person with the smell of rosin. It was precisely because of this incident that the stimulated Spiegel rushed to Yuan Zhi's courtyard and asked him what his relationship with Xuan Song was.

"It turns out that rosin has such a use, but in the past few days, Yuan Zhi has no pine fragrance, but a strong sandalwood smell." Liansheng carefully recalled that the first time they met in the bamboo forest, he lit sandalwood. I really didn't notice the smell of rosin.

"The strange thing is here. The night Gensong committed suicide. When I opened the door and came in, I had a strong sandalwood smell on my body, and I lit a sandalwood stick at the window. Xuan Yue said that the fragrance was completely different from the sandalwood burned in the plain temple, and she smelled that smell. Xuan Yue gradually fell asleep. In a daze, I listened to the back mountain as if someone was playing the piano. "That's it. The expression was gloomy: "There were originally nine female nuns in the women's temple, except for the three who were old last year, the remaining four people all said that they heard the sound of the piano in a daze that night.

Pine scent, distinctive sandalwood scent. There is also the sound of the piano in the middle of the night, and all these doubts point to Yuan Zhi.

So I went to him in the morning and asked him what had happened. Unexpectedly, Miaoguang died like this. Alas, it's all my fault that I'm a step late. ”

Spiegel and Yuan Zhi have lived together for many years, and Liansheng trusts his judgment even more.

"Because of these things, you think it has something to do with Master Yuanzhi? Doesn't Mingkong know how to touch the piano? Don't burn sandalwood in the open sky? Xu Yan still couldn't accept the fact that Yuan Zhi was suspicious.

"Of course, there are still others who touch the qin, Zen tea, this qin is also essential, and Mingkong's piano skills are also very high, but he usually hates women and never looks at women squarely. Yuan Zhi is popular in the temple, and his appearance is also good, the bond between men and women in this world is nothing more than a love word, Miss Xu, you are also a woman, between Yuan Zhi and Mingkong, which one will you choose? Spiegel asked rhetorically.

Xu Yan was stunned by his question, and said, "That's natural...... Naturally, I chose ......" This question is too sharp for an unmarried woman, and Xu Yan can't go on.

Ming Spiegel sneered: "Miss Xu, your expression has betrayed you." In just two days, your impression of Yuan Zhi is extremely good, not to mention Xuan Song. He smiled bitterly: "Of course Yuan Zhi won't admit it, he has always been that calm and light-hearted, usually he looks fine, but I really hate to tear off his face this morning." ”

"Opening the coffin for an autopsy is the only way to tear off the murderer's mask, Spiegel, what are you worried about? Afraid that the final result will be unbearable for you? Hyun Song is dead, are you worried about the man's face? ”

If Xuan Song's death is really related to Yuan Zhi, this shows that there must be ambiguous ties between men and women, which is the most fatal blow to Mingjing. After all, Spiegel has always thought that Xuan Song became a monk for him, and the fact may be that Xuan Song became a monk for another reason, which is really cruel.

"Amitabha." Mingjing clasped his hands together and closed his eyes for a while before slowly opening them: "Open the coffin, you always have to face it, and I also hope to give Xuansong and them justice." The Buddhist scriptures say that those who commit suicide are guilty, and if they do not use the work of cultivation to liberate life and death, they will not be reincarnated forever, and they will not be reincarnated, and I don't want Xuan Song to suffer this kind of suffering. Spiegel lowered his head, and tears dripped down the stone steps.

Early the next morning, Liansheng led people to the cemetery in the back mountain. This is the first time she has presided over the opening of the coffin, and although Yu Shizhao hates corpses, he still accompanied her and gave her spiritual support.

Mingjing is a monk who knows the guest and is responsible for the external contact of Mingguang Temple, so for such a thing as opening the coffin and conducting an autopsy, as long as you have greeted him. In the morning, the air in the forest was fresh, and after Mingjing took a few monks in the guest hall to recite the sutra first, Liansheng ordered the excavation.

The officials and brocade guards stiffened their heads and wrapped their noses and mouths with a cloth soaked in vinegar. Liansheng and the others stood aside, and Mingjing and the monk stood quietly behind her, Mingjing always closed his eyes and chanted Buddha in a low voice.

Seeing that the coffin was dug up, he heard a shout: "What are you doing? ”

Mingkong arrived in a hurry, and Lian Sheng didn't reply: "What do you say, ask knowingly." ”

"They are two monks!"

The second monk is the name of the bhikshuni in Buddhism, which is different from the great monk (monk), it doesn't matter what others say, but Mingkong has always looked down on women, he shouted the second monk, and the look of disdain in it is not disguised. Mingkong shouted: "As a monk, he actually hanged himself, which has blasphemed the Buddha. How can it be that the coffin is to be opened now? Xuansong is a Buddhist sinner, and the corpse will bring disaster to the temple. ”

"Master Mingkong, your temple has disasters now, what I want to do is to solve these disasters, so don't join in the fun here." Liansheng was extremely tough, and waved his hand directly to Jin Yiwei: "Let him be honest." The two brocade guards stepped forward to set up Mingkong, took out a rope and tied him up, Xu Yan was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, and simply took out a handkerchief to block Mingkong's mouth, Mingkong's face was full of pain, and he glared at Xu Yan with hatred.

The lid of the coffin was pried open, and a strong putrid smell greeted him, and everyone in the audience took a few steps back, leaving only Mingkong thrown aside and unable to move, his mouth was blocked, and the smell poured into his nose one by one, so he had to adjust his posture and try to use his face against the ground as much as possible, miserable.

After checking the two corpses with the stench, he walked towards Liansheng with a face full of surprise: "My lord, sure enough, these two nuns are pregnant." ”

After all, this is not a good thing, the voice of the preoccupation was very soft, but Mingjing had already heard it, and he was shocked, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and Liansheng looked back at him, his eyes full of compassion.

Xuansong and Xuanqing, like Miss Qin, are really pregnant!

Spiegel turned and ran, and just a few steps he tripped over a stone block in the grass, and he fell forward and fell to the ground, and instead of getting up, he lay on the ground, his hands clutching the turf, and his face rushed down and cried silently.

Xu Yan couldn't bear it when she looked at it, and stepped forward to help him, Mingjing stood up and gently pushed Xu Yan away, hanging her head and staggering.

Mingjing walked back to Mingguang Temple step by step, and when he entered the door, he saw Yuan Zhi coming from the small courtyard next to him with his hands behind his back, and he rushed up like crazy: "Yuan Zhi! Grabbing Yuan Zhi's collar and swinging his fist.

Yuan Zhi directly pressed his fist with one hand, Ming Spiegel didn't expect Yuan Zhi to have such a lot of strength, and he couldn't move when he was holding him.

"Spiegel, you're not someone who can only use brute force."

Yuan Zhi approached the mirror and took a deep breath: "What a heavy dead man's smell, I heard that you went to open the coffin?" Why, a big blow? I've already told you this morning, and it's going to hurt you even more, and it's really self-inflicted. ”

He gently pushed the mirror away, laughed and left.

"Yuan Zhi, you can't die well!" Spiegel was so angry that he wailed like a wounded wolf. (To be continued......)