The monk named Mo Yan suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "How can the county lord determine that the murderer is a monk from this temple?" Could it be that Master An Cheng caused trouble during his travels and attracted the murderer? ”

"This master is a very good question!" Xiling Yue patiently explained to him, "First, Chang'an City is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and Anguo Temple is worshiped by royal incense. It is important to know that having a new face in the temple will be extremely noticeable, and since Chang'an City is heavily defended, ordinary people will not easily commit crimes in the two counties in the city, so it is more convenient to start on the Venerable Master's travels. ”

After hearing this, everyone in the hall showed more or less approving expressions.

Xilingyue continued to analyze: "Second, Master An Cheng just returned to Chang'an at the beginning of last month, temporarily living in Anguo Temple, and will soon move to a new residence. In order not to cause trouble to your temple, he will not make a big deal about this temporary residence, so if you can touch his traces in just one month, it must be a person from Chang'an. She deliberately emphasized, "Or, only the monks of your monastery would know his whereabouts so well." ”

"Thirdly, in the west wing where Master An Cheng stored his relics, a lot of vegetable oil has suddenly appeared recently, which has condensed into a paste due to the cold weather, which shows that someone deliberately did it. But since the murder of Venerable An Cheng, your temple has been strictly protected by Dali Temple, and who else can sneak into the west wing of the East Zen Monastery and splash so much vegetable oil? Only it could be their own people. Xiling Yue asked and answered herself.

The three analyses are reasonable and well-founded, and everyone in the hall is not convinced, and Mo Yan has nothing to say.

"County lord, why did the murderer splash vegetable oil in the west wing?" The Meng County Order of Wannian County was puzzled when he heard this.

"Why? Nature is not for eating. Xi Lingyue once again threw the question to everyone present, "What do you masters think?" ”

All the monks looked at each other, puzzled.

"Could it be that the murderer is trying to set the fire?" Someone whispered speculation.

"That's right! Arson! This is exactly what Xiling Yue wanted, and she pointed to the key in the tray, "Ever since we found this key, we have always thought that the murderer wanted to obtain something from the Venerable Master An Cheng, and the Venerable Master refused to give it to him, so he killed him. But the vegetable oil in the west wing shows that the murderer did not want to 'get' something, but wanted to 'destroy' something, or even more. ”

But because of the recent comings and goings of Anguo Temple and the presence of many officers and soldiers, the murderer has not been able to find a chance to set fire. It wasn't until Master Zhen Luo was arrested later, rumored that she had killed Master An Cheng, and the case was hastily closed in Dali Temple, that the murderer found an opportunity to lurk in the Eastern Zen Temple, quietly sprinkled vegetable oil, and waited for an opportunity to set fire. At this point, Xilingyue looked at Zen Master Guangxuan again and asked, "Dare to ask Zen Master, where is the monk in charge of the room in your temple?" ”

A chubby middle-aged monk folded his hands and returned to Xilingyue's words: "The poor monk Mo asked, now he is in charge of the room." ”

Xiling Yue looked at him, and her expression suddenly became serious: "Don't ask Master, the murderer is your subordinate." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall, and the leading monks were indignant and defended themselves: "With only a few drops of vegetable oil, can we conclude that our gang did it?" ”

"That's too hasty!"

"The poor monk is the first to disagree!"

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Seeing that he was questioned by everyone, Xilingyue was still calm, and gestured to Adan again. The latter lifted another tray to the point where a kitchen knife was located, with faint brown blood stains on the blade, which had congealed into small lumps.

"Everyone, please see, this is the kitchen knife found at the scene of the crime, and after verification, the wound on the back of Master An Cheng was injured by this kitchen knife." Xilingyue held a kitchen knife and motioned to everyone.

"This kitchen knife and vegetable oil alone can't mean that there is something wrong with our house!"

"This kitchen knife is too common!"

The group leaders were still unconvinced, and their tones were even more indignant.

"The order of Meng County in Wannian County has been investigated today, and this kitchen knife is from the hand of the 'Wangtie Shop' in the west of the city. Three months ago, the Guisi Gang had purchased a batch of kitchen knives from him, a total of 40 pieces. Xilingyue looked at Mo Mo, the leader of the room, and asked, "May I ask Master Mo, how many of these forty kitchen knives are left now?" ”

Mo asked where he could remember these little things, and retorted: "The county lord is obviously deliberately trying to make things difficult and wants to pour dirty water on our guy's head." ”

Everyone nodded one after another, and for a while, Xilingyue became the target of everyone.

But she was still calm and calm, and even brushed her hair bun and rolled up her sleeves: "With just a kitchen knife and a little vegetable oil, you can't convict the guy." But what if the Venerable Master Ann Cheng said it himself? ”

"It's nonsense, how can a dead man speak!" Mo Yan scolded sharply, forgetting the manners and words of the monk for a while.

Xilingyue was not angry, but said, "I implore you to move to the Eastern Zen Temple, and what Master An Cheng said is on the murals in that corridor." ”

Everyone was skeptical, but they couldn't help their curiosity, so they followed her from the Criminal Law Hall to the East Zen Temple. The narrow corridor was crowded with monks all the time, and many of those who did not squeeze in simply stood on the stone table and stone bench, just to see more clearly.

Xiling Yue first pointed to the mural of Kinara: "Yesterday, I flipped through the Buddhist classics overnight and read all the interpretations of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, only to learn that Kinnara is the protector god of the house, but all temples must worship its gods." ”

These were the last words of the Venerable Master An Cheng. He wanted to leave the name of the murderer, but he was afraid that he would be ruined by the murderer, so he struggled to get up on his dying and left a bloody handprint in the palm of Kinara's hand to imply that the murderer came from the house of your temple. Xiling Yue made a decision.

After hearing this analysis, everyone suddenly realized. Indeed, it is a temple tradition to enshrine the portrait of Kinara, but it is known to all monks. This hint was already obvious before Venerable An Cheng died, but everyone thought too much about it and ignored the simplest explanation.

"But there are also bloody handprints on the statue of Emperor Shakti, how can the county lord explain it?" Wu Yuanheng asked the key.

Xiling Yue walked under the mural of Emperor Shakti according to her words, stood on tiptoe and touched the bloody handprint: "Master, please see the location of this bloody handprint, with the figure of the Venerable Master, can you reach it?" ”

"Yes, Venerable An Cheng is a Fusang person, and he is extremely short." Someone finally reacted.

Zen Master Guangxuan also said: "The county lord is six or seven inches taller than An Cheng, and with your strength, you can barely touch the bloody handprint, and the Venerable Master can't touch it." ”

"That's right, especially the Emperor Shakti is the first mural in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragons, and Kinnara is ranked seventh." Xiling Yuebi painted the distance between the two, "There are several zhang between the two murals, and when the mage is dying, there is no way to struggle to the first mural, leaving this bloody handprint that he can't reach." ”

(End of chapter)