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"What?"

Zhang Bao'er pointed to the black stains around the wound and said, "This is a trace of moss." ”

"Oh......"

Seeing Uncle Hua's confused face, Zhang Baoer said, "Didn't you notice?" The tower of Ci'en Temple was built on the hillside, the terrain was originally dry, and the tower was rebuilt later, the ground was paved with square bricks, and the monks cleaned it every day, and there was no moss growth. ”

Uncle Hua recalled what he saw at the time, and it was true: "What does this mean? ”

"I have said that the place where the murder occurred must be very close to the pagoda of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, and now that I know that there is a high probability that moss will grow there, then the place where the murder was killed ......"

Without waiting for Li Bai to finish speaking, Uncle Hua's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized, and said, "On the mountain!" ”

……

The morning light peeks out from the gaps between the trees, dappling the mountains and forests. The air is moist, as if you can smell the cool smell of dew. The birdsong is so graceful and enjoyable that even the bell of the morning class cannot disturb their rhythm. A stream of water flows down from the mountain, making a gurgling sound, until it flows into a long pipe made of bamboo tubes, and is transported to the bottom of the mountain, which is the source of water in the temple.

Uncle Hua wandered through the forest, sometimes leaning over the stones, sometimes looking up at the trees. The ground was covered with moss, greenery, and occasionally there were some messy footprints, which looked like they were left by monk's shoes, but there were no traces of blood or anything that would indicate a bad omen.

was about to turn his head to greet Zhang Bao'er, but he saw him leaning against the tree with his hands in his hands, pursing his lips and whistling, greeting a white-feathered thrush on the tree one by one, looking very leisurely.

"Uncle?"

"Huh?"

Li Bai leaned over hopefully: "What did you find?" ”

Zhang Bao'er shook her head and said lazily: "No." ”

Zhang Baoer walked two steps along the stream, looking at the sink spliced with bamboo pipes.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't make a sound!"

Uncle Hua hurriedly closed his mouth and followed the other party's gaze, only to see that the sink had been winding to the foot of the mountain, divided into two streams, one went around the Qianshan Temple, and the other led to the Ci'en Temple Tower, thinking that it was designed for the convenience of getting water. The spring water flows through the bamboo tube with a crisp sound, and occasionally some splashes of water, showing a colorful refraction in the sunlight. There is nothing special about it, but Zhang Baoer's eyes are shining.

"It turned out to be ......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly paused, and his eyes fell on the sink, where there was a black thing, scattered among the grass, which at first glance looked like a dead branch.

"Bun pin!" Looking at the thing in Zhang Baoer's hand, Li Bai blurted out. That's right, it's a bun pin.

Zhang Baoer quickly picked up the blades of grass covering the ground, and her movements were similar to those of two people. Beneath the deliberately piled up leaves, there is a newly dug floating soil, which seems to have only recently moved.

"Here, dig up here!"

When Uncle Hua heard this, he pulled out his sword and dug it with the sword sheath. The soil was so soft that after digging a few times, I saw an embroidered shoe, and the foot in the shoe was grayish and white.

"It's a woman!" Zhang Bao'er nodded, her expression solemn.

Li Bai continued to dig, and after a while, a female corpse appeared in front of the two. Face down, hair in a loose bun, and a blue wrap beside him. Looking at it, it was a very young woman, and her originally unremarkable appearance became quite terrifying at the moment, with her godless eyes wide open and her tongue sticking out slightly. If there is a bruise mark between the throat, it should be strangulation.

"This ...... What's going on here?! ”

Zhang Baoer opened the package, and there were only some clothes inside, no money and jewelry.

"Do you remember the middle-aged woman you met on the bridge that day?"

Uncle Hua saw the scene of that day in front of his eyes: "Yes, she said that her daughter eloped with someone......"

"Hmm. The top tank of the fleeing woman, Laprun, was wrapped in such a blue cloth. ”

"You mean, she's the woman's daughter?"

"Look at this corpse, the time of death is about two or three days. The woman had said that she had found a rosary in her daughter's cabinet, so she decided that the adulterer must be a monk, and that the two who were probably cheating on them used the tower of the Temple of Mercy and Grace as a tryst site. Sighing, Zhang Bao'er said: "It seems that the monk who abducted her and fled later regretted it, and was afraid that the matter would be revealed, so he killed her." ”

Uncle Hua clapped his hands indignantly: "Breaking the rules of the Qing Dynasty and taking people's lives, what Buddhist disciples, it's really better than pigs and dogs!" ”

"Don't be angry. This person is probably reaping the consequences now. ”

"You mean?"

Zhang Bao'er was just about to answer, when his eyes suddenly stared, looking from afar, there was a step into the temple gate, he smiled: "Go, our reinforcements are coming!" ”

"Reinforcements?" Uncle Hua was stunned.

"It's Zhou Xian, I asked him to come!"

……

"Amitabha, Zhou Fuyin has not arrived far away, forgive your sins and forgive your sins." Zhike monk Yuan Hongcheng said in fear, in front of him, it was Zhou Xian himself.

"You're welcome, I don't know if Abbot Hongzhi can be in the temple?"

"In, in, but ......"

"Huh?"

"This, in the temple last night...... Something's wrong......"

"What's the matter?"

"Uh...... Actually, it's actually ......"

"Actually, it's Abbot Hongzhi who is unwell." One person walked out of the back of the hall Shi Shiran and took the next word for the monk who knew the guest, the green shirt was faint, and the smile was lovely, it was Zhang Baoer.

Zhou Xian pretended not to know, "Master Zhang, why are you here?" ”

"If you have nothing to do, just come to the temple and stroll around." Zhang Bao'er said quietly: "Since it is inconvenient for the abbot to meet guests, Lord Zhou does not have to be difficult." ”

"That's right." Zhou Xian's eyes turned: "Since I am fortunate to meet here, how about I accompany Master Zhang to visit this temple?" ”

Zhang Baoer bowed: "I can't ask for it." ”

Zhou Xian, Zhang Baoer and others walked out of the door.

Zhike was relieved and very grateful. In any case, the fact that there have been several murders in the holy places of Buddhism is extremely unfavorable for spreading the word. Especially in the face of a distinguished guest like Jing Zhaoyin, he is naturally reluctant to confide.

"Master Zhang, what happened?" As soon as he walked out of the sight of the monk who knew the guest, Zhou Xian asked directly.

"Yesterday, a monk was killed in the tower of the temple."

"What does a dead monk look like? How old is it? ”

"In his early thirties, his name is Yuan Jue, and he has been a monk in the temple since he was a child."

"Who killed him?"

"I don't know. When I arrived, he had been shot in the head. Murderer ......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Baoer suddenly stopped, turned her head sideways, her lips opened slightly, and she seemed to think of something.

"What happened to the murderer?"

"Follow me!" Zhang Baoer said thoughtlessly and went straight to the temple tower.

Zhou Xian and Uncle Hua didn't know what was going on, so they had to follow. As soon as they arrived at the back mountain, two monks had already blocked the way.

"Guests stay, the floating temple is under repair, please do not enter."

Zhang Bao'er glanced at the monk and said in a deep voice: "Although the temple is a place outside the square, the monks are not outsiders, so don't you even need to report the murder to the official?" ”