Inside the room, the sound of wooden fish did not stop, the sound of chanting came into the ears, the door opened, and a monk came out from inside, his hands folded, "Donor, please wait a moment, the abbot is chanting for the other two laymen." ”

Su Jingruo was anxious, but she could only wait, "Thank you, master." ”

The door closed again, and Su Jingruo glanced at K beside her, and sighed.

"Let's go sit on the stone bench next to us." K said.

Su Jingruo nodded, although she was anxious, she could only wait for now, and it was useless to be in a hurry.

She took off her backpack and took out two manuscripts from her make-up case, which her father had left behind, and her eyes fell on the line of poetry again.

In September, the roots are broken, and the clothes are embroidered with colors.

Four o'clock and the sun and the moon, seven hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

Su Jingruo read it over and over again in her heart, but she had no clue, this poem was very ordinary, and she couldn't see any other meaning, but there must be a reason why her father left him.

Time passed minute by minute, Su Jingruo stood up from the stone bench, another half an hour had passed, she didn't have much time to waste, glanced at K, threw the backpack on her body on the stone table, opened the zipper of the backpack, rummaged through it, and finally touched a rectangular hard object, held it in her hand, and smiled at the corner of her mouth, K looked at her, every time she laughed like this, it made him feel bottomless.

The backpack was thrown to K and said, "You wait here, Abbot Shi Liusheng will come out in a while, and you can help me stop it." ”

“？” K full of question marks, what does it mean?

Before he could ask, the figure disappeared around the corner of the courtyard, and within a few minutes, K smelled a strange smell of burning, twisted his eyebrows and looked around, there are all wooden buildings here, and they pay great attention to fire prevention, how can it catch fire in broad daylight? Looking up again, behind the residence of Abbot Shi Liusheng, billowing smoke rose......

K stunned, young grandma, you are too capable of doing it!

Suddenly, a scream, "It's on fire—"

K covered his face with one palm, young grandma, I obey you!

Hearing that there was a fire, monks from all over the monastery began to run out to inspect, some held basins, some carried buckets, and in the abbot's room, the door was also vigorously pushed open from the inside, and the smoke came out of the room, so that the people in the room coughed violently, and the little monk who had just received them led the two laymen to run out, and all three of them were blackened by the smoke, and the abbot who walked out after a few steps was also very embarrassed.

K glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched and walked over, "May I ask if it's Abbot Shi Liusheng?" ”

Abbot Shi Liusheng was choked by the smoke and couldn't open his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, nodded while coughing, and walked out of the courtyard, but was stopped by K, "Abbot, please stay." ”

Abbot Shi Liusheng printed the corners of his eyes with his cuffs, squinted at the people around him, folded his hands and asked, "May I ask what is the matter with the donor?" ”

"Abbot Shi Liusheng, I'm looking for you!" A clear voice came from behind the two of them, and the people had already walked around while talking, Shi Liusheng looked at the people around him, and listened to the voice of a girl, but this dress was a teenager, thin figure, pale complexion, carefully examined, the bright eyes and bright teeth exposed under the brim of the hat, and like a young girl, phoenix eyes provoked at the end of the eyes, with seven points of charm, black eyes sharp, with a man's fortitude, for a while, Shi Liusheng couldn't tell the difference.

"Donor, it's dangerous here, it's watery, please move to the front hall and say." Abbot Shi Liusheng made a gesture of please, Su Jingruo was calm, she didn't have much time, and with this fake fire, all the people in this courtyard ran out, no one saw her, and took the opportunity to hand over the two manuscripts to Shi Liusheng, and said: "Abbot Shi Liusheng, this is the manuscript given to her by the father of a good friend, there is a poem written by you, do you know what it means?" ”

Abbot Shi Liusheng took the manuscript and looked at it carefully, when his eyes fell on the four lines of poetry, his expression couldn't help but froze, and the strangeness on his face was fleeting, but it was still keenly captured by Su Jingruo.

Su Jingruo couldn't help asking, "Abbot, do you remember something?" ”

Abbot Shi Liusheng insisted on the manuscript, looked at Su Jingruo again after judging the situation, and asked, "Donor, who handed over this manuscript to you?" ”

Su Jingruo calmly replied: "Mo Chuxin." ”

After Shi Liusheng heard this answer, he frowned slightly, obviously questioning her authenticity.

Su Jingruo added: "This is what I found when I was sorting out the relics of my original heart. And I found that the death of the Mo family is suspicious, and I want to find out the truth, give her a truth, and give the world a truth. My original intention is my best friend, and I can't let my best friend's family die without knowing it. His gaze focused on the face of the person opposite, "Abbot Shi Liusheng, my Buddha is compassionate, and you don't want the Mo family to return to dust with the soul of an injustice, right?" ”

Shi Liusheng could see that this benefactor was sincere and sincere, she wanted to seek the truth from the bottom of her heart, and wanted to help the Mo family settle their grievances.

Raising his hand, he pointed to the first word of each sentence on the manuscript, and said lightly: "This is a Tibetan poem." As for the answers you want, go to the Shrine of Life to find them. ”

After Abbot Shi Liusheng finished speaking, he returned the manuscript to Su Jingruo, "Donor, farewell." "Turn around and the man is gone.

Su Jingruo pinched the manuscript, wrinkled her eyebrows and stared at the first word of each poem, chanting: "Nine, five, four, seven!" ”

K turned his head and looked out of the courtyard, "Where is the Hall of the Dead?" ”

Su Jingruo put the two manuscripts together, "Go, I know." ”

The two of them left quickly, and under the guidance of Su Jingruo, they walked along the sheep intestine path towards the west side of the temple.

She remembered that her father had said that the ashes of one of his old friends were stored here, and she had a vague feeling that this father's old friend might be the one she suspected.

In front of the Hall of Death, Su Jingruo paused and said to the people behind her, "You are waiting for me here." ”

"Yes." K answered.

Su Jingruo pushed open the door, there was only a candle flame inside, and as the door opened and closed, the wind pulled the candle flame and swayed, and the yin wind was gusting, and she couldn't help rubbing her arms.

Walking inward, there is a coffin of the dead stored on the high wooden shelf of the wall, full of a whole row, extending to the end of the Hall of the Dead, a layer of dust fell from the wooden window, the light was weak, and there was a strange smell in the air, Su Jingruo only felt that her stomach turned upside down after smelling it, she saw the number marked on the shelf, and looked for it all the way along the number.

She walked step by step, the Hall of Death was empty, shuttling through the mottled light and shadow of the Hall of the Dead, although she didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but she still felt strange in her heart.

It was almost at the end that she found the columbarium marked with the number 9547, and when she moved the escalator to climb up, she saw the tablet standing next to the columbarium and her eyelashes were moist.

There is a familiar name written on it - Song Kai, Jianyan.

Song Kai is Qiao Wenxuan's father, in short, Qiao Wenxuan's mother, does his father know what he does? If he knew everything, would he still hate his father, Mo Chuxin, and the entire Mo family?

She suppressed her tears, thought about the clues left by her father, and took down the ashes altar of Qiao Wenxuan's parents and put them on the offering table beside her.

After lighting three sticks of incense and pouring three glasses of wine for it, Su Jingruo folded her hands and read silently in her heart: "Uncle Song, Aunt Song, I am Mo Jincheng's daughter Mo Chuxin, my father didn't know about the past, and I implore my uncle and aunt to forgive my father." Today, I forgive you for offending the two elders and ask them to forgive me for what I have done next. ”

Su Jingruo made three salutes and toasted the three glasses of wine on the table to the two elders.

She pursed her lower lip, squeezed the hand hanging by her side, and then opened Song Kai's columbarium and stretched her hand inside......

Half an hour later, K outside the Hall of Death was a little anxious, pacing back and forth, he frequently looked down at his watch, counting the time in his heart, and looked at his watch for the last time, it was too late, he was just about to push the door and walk in, and the door of the Hall of Death opened from the inside.

"Young milk, let's go, it's too late." K said, Su Jingruo's indifferent face walked out, and she had a solemn aura, which made K feel a chill down her spine when she passed by.

The two took a battery car down the mountain and then took a taxi back to the apartment.

After coming out of the Hall of Death, Su Jingruo didn't say a word, K looked a little strange at her, and secretly sent a message to Su Yichen.

The time to return to the apartment was just right, Su Jingruo was just lying on the bed, and Zhuo Yi's car also drove into the apartment building.

Han Yaoyao, who pretended to be Su Jingruo, walked into her room in front of the two police officers, and when she pushed the door open, she saw Su Jingruo lying on the bed with her head covered, Han Yaoyao closed the door with her backhand, walked to the side of the bed and pushed the person, and shouted in a low voice: "Mr. Su." ”

Su Jingruo heard the sound, lifted the quilt covering her head, the two looked at each other speechlessly, nodded their heads, and began to exchange identities.

swaggered out of the room, deliberately brushed her hair when passing by the living room, so that the two police officers could see her face clearly, it happened that Wu Yue came from the stairs, the two collided head-on, Wu Yue saw her come out of Han Yaoyao's room, and asked worriedly: "Mr. Su, is Yaoyao okay?" ”

Su Jingruo slightly, "She has taken medicine and is already much better." ”

Wu Yue nodded reassuringly, "That's good." He turned and went back to his room.

Su Jingruo returned to the room, and after half an hour of rectification, everyone set off to return to M City.

……

Su's Group

Su Yichen was holding a meeting with the heads of various departments, and his mobile phone was muted and put on the table with a reminder light.

When he saw it, it was a message from Zhuo Yi, with a line of words on it: Return to Qingyuan safely.

Su Yichen retracted his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the beautiful curvature made the supervisors present slightly stunned, what is the situation? The president, who had a serious face just now, smiled at them inexplicably.

In everyone's puzzled eyes, Su Yichen slowly raised his head, his dark eyes were dark, his face was solemn, his cold gaze swept over everyone's faces, and finally fell on the head of the finance department, the head of the finance department stiffened, and said secretly in his heart: He's finished!

There is a problem with the monthly and quarterly accounts, he was negligent, and this is the reason why the last fiefred treasurer is going to be fired this time!

The treasurer hung his head and said, "Mr. Su, I know it's wrong, please give me another chance!" I promise that there will never be such an incident in the future! Please! Give me ......."

"Okay, I'll give you another chance!"

“？ ……”

The treasurer was shocked, and looked at the colleagues around him with a wooden expression, and his eyes were obviously asking: Didn't he hear it wrong?

His colleagues smiled at him kindly, indicating that she had heard correctly.

The treasurer hurriedly stood up and bowed and thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Su!" Thank you, Mr. Su! ……”

The corners of Su Yichen's lips rose, as if he was smiling, and slowly stood up from his chair, "This is the end of today's meeting." ”

He strode out of the conference room and happily decided: he would leave work early today and go home to accompany his wife!