Zhike monk Mingkong shuddered and stammered: "Yes, I'm sorry, in the snow, it's too slippery, I, I'm holding the dish, as a result, I fell, I ...... If I don't eat it, it's ......."

"Your grandma," Horse-faced Mingzong stood up and rushed over angrily with his sleeves rolled up, "You're done if you don't eat?" You overturned the dish, what did Lao Tzu eat? I'm going to kill you! He raised his hand and slapped the monk Mingkong.

Chef Mingyuan and the others, and the other monks also scolded and got up and went over to beat the guest monk Mingkong. Only an old white-bearded monk was still sitting there, but he was also grinning and scolding with few teeth.

Leng Yi originally thought that the abbot Juehui would stop him, but he didn't expect him to ignore it at all and let them quarrel and beat. Leng Yi stood up and said sharply: "Stop!" What are you doing? ”

Chef Mingyuan looked Leng Yi up and down, his mouth pursed, and said, "You just stayed overnight?" You don't care about the affairs of our temple, eat your meal! After that, he grabbed the collar of the monk Mingkong and wanted to hit again, but the wrist held in the air was grabbed by Leng Yi.

This time, like an iron hoop, Chef Mingyuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist that was almost broken, and couldn't help but cry out, looking at Leng Yi pleadingly.

Leng Yi shook his hand, threw him aside, and looked coldly at the other monks who were holding their fists.

These people all knew that this chef Mingyuan's strength was the greatest among them, but he was grabbed by the wrist of this overnight person and couldn't move, and it seemed that he had suffered a secret loss, so they were all timid one by one and obediently returned to the table.

Zhike monk Mingkong wiped his nosebleed, bowed his head and said, "I'll serve the soup!" ”

"I'd better go! Don't spill the soup again, then everyone will only have to eat white rice. Chef Mingyuan glanced at Leng Yi in cringe, rubbed his wrist, and walked out quickly.

A large wooden basin of soup was soon served, with a few green leaves floating on it.

Zhuo Qiaoniang pulled the monk Mingkong down to her side, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his mouth and nose for him. Zhike monk Mingkong twisted his face, raised his sleeve himself, and wiped off the blood.

Zhuo Qiaoniang looked at Leng Yi and smiled bitterly. Leng Yi shook his head lightly, signaling her to leave it alone.

Everyone silently ate all the food, and the wooden pot of green vegetable soup was all eaten, and they left one by one.

Leng Yi and Zhuo Qiaoniang finished eating and returned to the house.

Zhike monk Mingkong sent hot water and now washed them, but he still left without saying a word and bowing his head.

Because they weren't at home, Leng Yi and Zhuo Qiaoniang only took off their coats and slept in their middle clothes. There are no large beds in this temple, they are all single beds, and they can only sleep in one bed.

As soon as he lay down for a while, he heard Zhuo Qiaoniang whisper: "Official......"

"Huh?"

"The concubine ......, the concubine is a little afraid of ......"

Leng Yi immediately understood that Zhuo Qiaoniang wanted to sleep in her bed and let herself sleep with her in her arms. He was afraid of this now, afraid that Zhuo Qiaoniang would feel that his body was different from her real husband. So, I can only harden my heart: "It's okay!" Go to sleep! ”

"Oh!" Zhuo Qiaoniang whispered a little aggrieved. After a while, he said: "That chef monk is really excessive, obviously bullying people, no wonder the thin monk is angry." Master Abbot watched them beat the little monk, and he didn't care, there was so much chaos in this temple! ”

Leng Yi turned over and said, "Whatever, I hope that tomorrow the snowstorm stops, let's set off, how do they love it!" Go to sleep! ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang stopped talking.

The cold wind howled overnight until the next day. Leng Yi woke up very early as usual, almost as early as him, Zhuo Qiaoniang also woke up, when she got up and was about to get up, she saw Leng Yi also sit up, and said busily: "Official, you can sleep for a while, it's still windy outside, and the snowstorm must not have stopped." ”

Leng Yi smiled and said, "Forget it, it's better to get up early, it's not good to sleep lazy." ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang said: "The official will lie down for a while, and when I raise the fire and the room is warm, you can get up again." ”

"No, I'm not afraid of the cold!"

Zhuo Qiaoniang looked at him curiously: "In the past, officials were the most afraid of the cold. Every time, the concubine has to cover the quilt warm before going to bed. How to ......"

Leng Yi began to let her adapt to her current self, of course, a little bit, and said with a smile: "It used to be before, now it is now, I used to do that, I was too inconsiderate of you, I have to be kind to you in the future, in this Yinling County, where we are not familiar with the road of life, we are dependent on each other, and if we don't take care of each other, who will take care of us?" ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang looked at him, her eyes bright. Nodding happily.

After the two of them finished washing, they sat next to the fire and talked. Outside, snow was still falling and the wind was raging. The two of them sat for about an hour, and their stomachs were already rumbling, and they felt strange, why hadn't they eaten breakfast yet? Isn't breakfast not eaten in this temple?

Leng Yi was about to open the door to check, but the door opened by itself, and the monk Mingkong stood at the door in a panic, and finally spoke, but what he said was not good news: "Oh no, Mingyuan, dead!" ”

Chef Mingyuan died? Leng Yi was taken aback and said, "How did you die?" ”

"I don't know! I got up early and found out that Senior Brother Mingshou had died in the kitchen. The abbot asked me to ask you to take a look! ”

The abbot invited them to see it? Even if he doesn't invite him, this is the territory of Yinling County, the county magistrate, and he has to find out clearly. But being invited by the abbot to inspect an incident with an unknown cause of death always made Leng Yijue a little weird.

He didn't rush out, picked up the package, opened it, took out a small box, and handed it to Zhuo Qiaoniang for her to hold, he didn't bring the box of silver and rifles, so that the generous people would not be suspicious, these people would not know that he was carrying such a valuable thing. And the temple besieged by this blizzard, there will be no outsiders coming. So feel free to leave things in the meditation room. took Zhuo Qiaoniang to follow the monk Mingkong out, stepped on the thick snow, and came to the backyard kitchen, where the eight monks of the whole temple were concentrated at the door. Abbot Juehui looked at Leng Yi and said, "Donor, a monk in our temple died in the kitchen, you are outsiders, please come and testify, and in the future, someone from the yamen will come to have an explanation." ”

Leng Yi glanced and saw that the door was wide open, and there were two small holes in the window, which had broken the paper pasted on the window.

Leng Yi was not in a hurry to go in, stood at the door, and looked inside, the kitchen inside was relatively large. On the left is a large board with a large lump of noodles piled on top, covered with a piece of cloth, revealing half of it. On the inner side, there are two earthen stoves connected together, and firewood is inserted in the two stove holes, and the part that grows out extends out of the stove mouth, and the fire burning in it has almost burned to the stove mouth. On one side of the stove was a three-layer bamboo steamer, steaming hot. On the other stove was a large cauldron, covered and steaming.

To the right of the stove was a long table with a large piece of tofu on it, but most of it was rotten, and there were some tofu scattered on the floor.

Just between the tofu, on the wet bluestone slab floor, there was a person lying on his back, not moving, it was the chef Mingyuan.

Leng Yi signaled to the monks at the door not to follow, then carefully observed the ground to avoid stepping on important physical evidence, walked to the corpse, checked the pulse of his pupils, and confirmed that he was dead.

He stood up, exited the door, and said, "Who found out first?" ”

"Senior Brother Mingjing and I." The fat man who loves to pat on the back said wisely.

"What's going on? Tell me what happened. ”

"It's past breakfast time in the morning, and I still haven't heard the bell ringing, so I'll ......" Speaking of this, the fat man wisely sensed that something was wrong, and looked Leng Yi up and down: "Why should I tell you?" Turning his head, he said to his abbot Juehui: "Let's hurry up and report to the county seat!" ”

"I'm the official!" Leng Yi said, "I am Leng Yi, the magistrate of this county!" With that, he reached out and took the brocade box from Zhuo Qiaoniang's hand, opened it, and inside was a brass seal. Leng Yi took out the big seal, turned it over, and handed it to the abbot Juehui: "Master, take a look, the official seal of this county at this time!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in Changzhong were taken aback. I can't help but look at each other.

Juehui hurriedly took the big seal with both hands, squinted his eyes and took a look, and saw that the inscription on it was indeed "Yinling County Yazhi Seal" A few big characters in Yin. The abbot had seen all kinds of official documents stamped with the big seal of the yamen, and recognized this seal, and it was indeed the big seal of the county lord, so he was so panicked that his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the seal to the ground. Thanks to the fat man next to him wisely supporting him, he grabbed the seal, trembled and handed it back to Leng Yi with both hands. Then he bowed and said: "It turned out to be the county master, the old man doesn't know, how disrespectful, and ask the lord to forgive the sins!" ”

All the other monks also hurriedly saluted in fear.