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"Uncle, are you sure you can find anything tonight?" Uncle Hua asked on the side.

"I'm not sure, but after a few days, I can always see some clues."

"How many days do you have to keep watch?" Jiang Yuqiao blurted out this sentence.

Zhang Bao'er sighed helplessly: "Father-in-law, if you want to be discovered, you might as well be louder." ”

Jiang Yuqiao hurriedly covered his mouth, lowered his voice and said, "Bao'er, are we going to keep guarding here?" ”

"It's hard to say, since the clues all point to this Temple of Mercy and Grace, then let's try our luck."

Uncle Hua interjected on the side: "I think that Yuanjue monk is very suspicious. ”

"Oh?"

Seeing that Zhang Bao'er's expression became serious, Uncle Hua analyzed: "Do you think, he insisted that Jingxiu was killed by falling, and he obstructed it in every possible way, and didn't want us to go up to the tower, so it's strange if there is no surprise." ”

Zhang Baoer shook her head: "At first glance, when you look at the corpse, most people will think that it is a fall to death, and it is normal to mistake it in a panic." The rule that outsiders were not allowed to go up to the tower had existed before, and it was not set by him. Yuan Jue is a monk, and it is within his duty to maintain the temple rules, which is not a doubt.

Uncle Hua wanted to say something, but he saw Jiang Yuqiao's face suddenly froze, "Look." ”

It was already the second watch, and there was only silence left in the monk's room. The thin clouds cover the moon, and there is a figure in the half-light and half-darkness, sneakily approaching the pagoda. Looking at the figure, it is just like the monk who is in Yuanjue.

"Good luck." Zhang Bao'er whispered, and Fang Cai's lazy attitude was already like two people.

Uncle Hua was also very excited: "Uncle, what should we do?" ”

Zhang Baoer waved his hand and waited to see what happened.

After a few moments, the figure was already in the tower.

A little later, a faint light came through the top of the tower, and it seemed as if someone had lit a candle there. The dim light flickered in the tower, flickering left and right, as if the man was looking for something, and occasionally a clear figure could be seen.

Suddenly, the figure flickered, and the candlelight went out.

"Not good!" Zhang Baoer blurted out, and the person immediately rushed out of the hiding place.

Jiang Yuqiao and Uncle Hua were afraid that something would happen to Zhang Bao'er, so they hurriedly ran in front of him. The tower door was really open, Uncle Hua rushed straight in, rushed all the way to the top floor, and when he reached the staircase, he burned the ignition wood in his hand, and then saw a terrifying scene in front of him: in the corner of the top of the tower, there was a gray-robed monk lying on his head, and his head was bloody, it was Yuanjue monk. A piece of candle fell out and fell at his feet.

Almost at the same time, a noise was heard outside the tower. Looking down from the window, more than a dozen monks rushed over with Zen sticks, brooms and other objects, and in the chaos, they only heard people shouting "there are thieves".

"Oops!" Uncle Hua couldn't help but complain.

looked at Zhang Bao'er again, but he didn't hear it, his eyes sparkled, he walked up to the corpse, broke his palm, and held something he didn't know what it was.

"Uncle, let's run!" Uncle Hua paused and sweated profusely.

In fact, if he really wants to fight, Uncle Hua is not afraid of these monks, but Zhang Bao'er doesn't know martial arts, and at this moment, he was killed by this monk, once he is caught, it will be difficult to argue.

"Father-in-law, this person has been handed over to you, take him to Song Langzhong, and you must save him!"

"I see, Bao'er!" Jiang Yuqiao instructed Uncle Hua: "Lao Hua, Bao'er will be handed over to you!" ”

After that, Jiang Yuqiao took out a rope from his arms and tied it and threw it out of the tower, picked up Yuan Jue and disappeared outside the tower along the rope.

"Uncle, let's go too!" Uncle Hua urged.

"It's too late."

"What?"

Without answering his words, Zhang Bao'er suddenly stretched out the firewood in his hand and shook it outside the window, and shouted coldly: "Someone! Come on! The thief has killed! ”

Uncle Hua didn't have time to speak, Zhang Baoer had already "exhaled" to blow out the open flame in his hand, ran to the bottom of the tower, and hid behind the tower door on the first floor.

The monks outside saw the fire coming out of the top of the tower, and heard people shouting that someone had been killed, and they were in a panic, and most of them didn't have time to think and went straight to the seventh floor. Many people have habitual thinking, and their first reaction is to rush to the place where the accident occurred, but no one pays attention to the rest.

Zhang Bao'er heard the footsteps in her ears, but fortunately, she quietly listened to the footsteps and went up, Zhang Bao'er said in a low voice: "Uncle Hua, let's go!" ”

Then he ran out.

Caught off guard, he almost hit someone's nose. When I looked closely, that person was the monk Purun.

……

"No wonder everyone doesn't want to be a monk." Zhang Bao'er, who occupied the only meditation bed in the room, but still spoke cool words, complained, "I have to meditate in this place, and I can't even sleep well, and cultivation is really hard." ”

Zhang Baoer and Uncle Hua are in the Purun room at the moment, and they are finally out of danger for the time being.

Seeing that Uncle Hua was still a little worried, Zhang Baoer smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as you don't get caught, you'll be fine if you leave the scene." Wait until tomorrow morning when the pilgrims enter the incense and slip away in the crowd. ”

The door knocked softly, revealing Purun's bald head, "Amitabha." ”

"Well, it came just in time. How's it going to be on the outside? ”

Pu Runmu walked in without squinting: "The deacon is in the abbot's meeting, and the rest of the monks have returned to the monk's room." Yuan Jue is missing, there are several people guarding the tower, and he will go to report to the official early tomorrow morning. ”

In just a few words, the explanation was extremely clear, and Uncle Hua didn't realize that this monk looked at him differently again, got up and shook his chest, and said solemnly: "Thank you Master for hiding it for the two of us." ”

"Amitabha, sins and sins." Unexpectedly, Pu Run immediately covered his ears with his hands, and his face also showed a look of distress, "The poor monk has never spoken, but no one asked, so he naturally keeps the precept of lying and will not say much, but he has never concealed it." The benefactor said that the Buddha was to blame. ”

There are words in his mouth, his palms are folded, and he bows to the west, and his demeanor is extremely pious.

Uncle Hua was dumbfounded when he heard this.

"That's right." Jumping up from the meditation bed, Zhang Baoer said, "If no one asks, don't say it, it's not a deliberate 'concealment'." I said, Purun, where is the pure cultivation master's stoppage, you should have said it, right? ”

"In the back mountain, in the auspicious house."

Under the cover of night, the two were led down to the back mountain in Purun, where the monks in the temple rested after their deaths.

Jing Xiu's body had been placed in the niche, because it was not sitting normally, and his legs were crossed later, which looked quite unnatural. The blood stains on the skull have been wiped clean, and the clothes, shoes and socks have been replaced with brand new, and there is no trace to be found all the way.

"Where is his garment?"

"It's been burned first."

Zhang Bao'er sighed, a look of disappointment on her face. Suddenly remembering something, he pulled the corpse's hands apart, and looked at it carefully, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly. It was an abrasion, from the bone joint of the left wrist to the palm of the palm, especially on the white skin of the household. The deceased's hands were naturally bent and clenched, and the scrubbing of the body did not straighten his hands, leaving stains and blood stains there.