The yamen ascended to the hall, and a group of yamen lined up left and right, shouting mighty and holding a long stick in their hands.

Zhao Qingnan sat down in official uniforms, and as soon as there was a sound of wood in his hands, the two yacha left and right threw the shackled monk Puwen with shackles on his hands and feet, and his expression was languishing, in the center of the hall.

"Who is kneeling in the hall?" In a word, the sense of oppression is full, after all, she has been the county master for so long, and she has already handled the official authority properly.

Monk Puwen was terrified when he heard that he was going to be interrogated in the morning, and his cell was next door to Fashan.

A few days ago, when Zhao Qingnan asked him for an antidote, Fa Shan's heart-rending screams begging for mercy and crying bitterly were still echoing in his ears.

He was so panicked now, when he heard Zhao Qingnan ask, he fell softly in the lobby immediately, and before he could do anything, he was carried by the yacha.

Immediately frightened, he knelt upright, and the words in his mouth began to spit out without thinking: "I, I am the monk Puwen of Yongguang Temple, don't torture me, don't torture me, I'm wrong, I'll recruit you." Please, sir, I was wrong. ”

Xiao Junyi stood behind her, and when she heard Pu Wen's cowardice, she couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Qingnan was sitting on the top in a daze, not knowing why this Puwen was so afraid of himself.

Obviously, she just used some means to make good use of the Fa, why is this Puwen scared like this?

Especially Xiao Junyi, smiling, obviously he was so fierce because he wanted an antidote!

Zhao Qingnan's face immediately darkened: "Do you know why I arrested you!" ”

Pu Wen knelt on the ground, and didn't dare to raise his head: "Because, because of me, I helped that flower monk rape ** girl." ”

"What else?" Zhao Qingnan was shocked, "Quickly recruit what you know from the truth, otherwise don't blame the official for being ruthless." ”

Pu Wen trembled with fright again, and took two steps forward: "Lord Mingjian!" That Fashan is the mastermind! ”

After saying these two sentences, he poured out all the mistakes he made like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"That Fashan monk, originally the notorious flower thief Yang Kezhao, came a few years ago. At that time, when he came, he was ordained a monk, and the old host said that he had evil in his heart, so he named him Fashan. Then he somehow got the favor of the old host, and before the old host passed away, he got the abbot's robe, and became the abbot of Yongguang Temple.

But you know, my lord, how can a man not steal. Especially a flower thief like Fashan, he is an old pervert, and when he is old, he can't walk when he sees a beautiful female pilgrim..."

Zhao Qingnan frowned: "Let's talk about the point!" ”

For the kind of words in Puwen's mouth to excuse himself, he became more and more disgusted.

What kind of man doesn't steal fishy, the dog thing thinking in the lower body kills a boatload of people with a rod, obviously he can't manage his own two taels of waste, and all the problems are pushed on how can a man not steal fish.

Bah.

Stealing has become a trend, and it has even been taken to the court to publicize it.

Zhao Qingnan hated it so much that he couldn't wait to go on the field and slap him a few mouths.

Puwen was so frightened by her that he immediately got stuck, and his mouth didn't seem to be his own.

"Yes, yes, sir. As soon as the Fashan monk saw the beautiful female pilgrim, he asked us to inquire about the whereabouts of the people. ”

"How do you ask?" Zhao Qingnan's face was not good.

In modern times, tragic events often occur due to information leakage, and ancient information is so underdeveloped that it can still allow these people to find loopholes.

Zhao Qingnan's face was grim.

Fashan obviously didn't expect her to ask this, and Nuo Nuo said, "Just let some money buy off their coachmen, or inadvertently talk to them when you preach the scriptures." In places where there are many female pilgrims, they often invite each other to pay homage to each other, hold flower viewing parties, poetry viewing parties, and so on, and arrange for people to rob people on their way home. ”

"What about the robbers?"

Pu Wen swallowed: "All the people who came back from the robbery were secretly sent to the mountain behind Yongguang Temple. There was a meditation room in the back mountain, and there was a cellar, and after we had robbed the people back, we locked them up there, and when it was night, we went to have good things with them. ”

"The head, but after you have done it, you have destroyed your mouth?"

Pu Wen shook his head: "Adults don't know, female pilgrims are not always beautiful. Moreover, the sin of a flower thief is less than that of a murderer. We just wanted to steal, not kill.

Only those women who want to run away will be killed by Fashan. Because if we let them run out, neither Fashan nor I will be able to escape. ”

"What happens after the killing? Why only cut off the head? Zhao Qingnan bent his knuckles to clasp the table: "You don't have any deep hatred with them." ”

"There is no separate head for a corpse to hide." "Fashan knew an innkeeper and agreed with him that the person he killed would be dismantled into large pieces of meat and bones.

The meat was used to make dishes or stuffed for the innkeeper, and the bones were used to make soup. ”

Zhao Qingnan just ate the bone broth fresh meat wonton in the morning, and now when he hears this, no matter how tough his heart is, he can't look as usual.

I don't know how disgusting the passers-by who have been to the inn to eat meat and drink soup must be.

In ancient times, there was Yi Zi and eaten, and Sun Erniang's human meat buns were included in the book.

If it weren't for the ferocity or the difficult season, how could anyone be willing to do such a vicious attack on their own kind. Even if it is a blood feud, it is only a staggering number of slaughters, not a dismantling of corpses after killing.

Zhao Qingnan sat in the hall, suppressing the urge to greet his ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

With a cold face, looking at Puwen, she knew that people's hearts were sinister, but she didn't expect that she could be so vicious.

"Go on! Dismantle the cavity and cut off the head, and make the meat into stuffed bones to make soup, where did the head go? ”

Puwen was about to cry and said busily. "There is little flesh on the head, but it is obvious. It's not easy to dismantle or cook, so it's all buried in a pit in the back mountain. Fluttershy's seed is so shallow that the wild dogs smell it and gouge it out. ”

Zhao Qingnan didn't laugh angrily: "Do you still feel sorry?" If you bury it deep and don't dig it out, you can be unaware, right? ”

"No, no, no, the little ones don't dare." Pevin fell to his knees and shivered.

Zhao Qingnan frowned and asked again: "That day, I took people up the mountain to look for cavities, but to no avail, and I didn't find a head. Where did you move it? ”

"After the wild dogs cut out their heads that day, we knew that something was wrong, so we and a few other people went up the mountain overnight to dig out the heads that had been hidden and threw them all under the cliff."

Zhao Qingnan asked: "Then in the cellar of the back mountain, are there still living people?" ”

Fashan nodded: "Yes, yes, there are three." ”

At this point, Zhao Qingnan already had a rough idea of the whole thing in his heart.

All that needs to be done now is to find the heads and rescue the three persecuted girls.

Zhao Qingnan ordered Wang Wu and Shen Liang to each bring a team of men, and the soldiers went to the bottom of the cliff and the cellar in the back mountain of Yongguang Temple to find people.

At this point, the church will be adjourned, and we will talk about the heads and the surviving girls.

Fashan and they have been arrested for so long, even if they have food and drink, the three of them may have run out of ammunition and food by now.