The fog of the finch stream is getting thicker and thicker.

The entire Maitreya Temple has been shrouded in fog at some point, hazy, and looks unreal.

Originally, I came to find clues, but I didn't want to add two more wandering spirits to the city.

Such a big disturbance inevitably alarmed the other monks in the monastery. When the abbot and the three monks rushed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Yang Shouwen was squatting in front of the fang, holding a candle up and down.

"Who are you?"

Yang Rui has come back to his soul at this moment, but his legs are still weak.

Thirteen-year-olds will inevitably feel panicked when faced with such a situation. Fortunately, Yang Rui has been training in the yamen for a year, although he has not seen any big scenes, but this ability to pull the big flag and make a tiger skin also has six or seven points of heat.

Yang Shouwen was engrossed in inspecting the corpse of the fang, as if he had seen a flower.

At this time, it was naturally Yang Rui who came out of the horse, so he took out his waist card again, and said loudly: "I am the former commander of Changping County, and I came to investigate the case on the order of the county lieutenant, and I didn't want to be attacked by assassins, and I have killed one of them." ”

The abbot's name was Huiren, and he was also shocked when he heard it.

Although Yang Rui is young, he has the momentum of a public person, so Huiren has to be careful.

Even if Huiren is in his forties, even if he is the abbot of Maitreya Temple, he has no foundation, and he can't stand up in front of people in the public gate. This is also the reason why this Maitreya Temple is called the Little Maitreya Temple, compared with the big Maitreya Temple that has the government as a backer, this temple located in the Tiger Valley Stream, obviously will not have any background.

"Dare to ask the donor, what happened? Aware that he ......"

Jue Ming was the monk who was shot.

Yang Rui's attitude is not bad, and 1510 told the situation again.

"The man who shoots the mage is a fang. There were three of them, and one of them had already been shot dead by my eldest brother. ”

At this time, Huiren noticed the existence of Yang Shouwen.

And after Yang Shouwen checked the corpse of the fang, he didn't find any useful clues, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritable.

He ignored Hye-in, got up and returned to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The monks also walked in, looking at Yang Shouwen cautiously one by one, and they didn't know what he was looking for.

However, Yang Rui had an idea and seemed to understand what Yang Shouwen meant.

"Master, dare to ask, do you remember the fang that was alone the day before yesterday?"

"Of course I do."

Master Huiren hurriedly said, "That benefactor was very bold and gave him a golden cake for incense money.

He said that he was going to stay here for half a month and wanted to participate in Buddhist practice. For such a good man, the poor monk naturally did not refuse. ”

Obviously, Venerable Hui Yan was even more impressed by the golden cake.

In the Tang Dynasty, Kaiyuan Tongbao was used as legal tender. But copper coins are not easy to carry after all, and China has been short of silver since ancient times, so silver cannot be used as a circulating currency. In this way, gold became a hard currency in addition to copper coins.

"Jiro."

Yang Shouwen suddenly opened his mouth and beckoned Yang Rui to come over.

He whispered a few words in Yang Rui's ear, Yang Rui nodded again and again, and came to Huiren's side again.

"Master Jueming said that the fang had been in this hall for a long time, I wonder if the master has any impressions?"

"Oh, of course I do."

Master Huiren smiled and said, "That good man is very pious, and he has been visiting the Buddha in the Daxiong Treasure Hall for a long time.

The poor monk remembered that he was meditating in front of the mural statue on the left, and the poor monk said at that time, why don't good men go to Maitreya?

He replied: It is not that he did not participate in Maitreya, but that he had a serious illness when he was a child, and he was cured by sleeping at night with long eyebrows. Since that day, he has bowed to the door of Changmei, this time to enter the temple to participate in Zen, he should worship Changmei first. ”

Yang Shouwen stood aside, looking indifferent.

However, Venerable Huiren's words were heard clearly.

His eyes immediately fell on the mural, and he saw that there were nine Arhats on the left and right walls of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and Changmei was one of them.

But what's so strange about these long eyebrows?

Yang Shouwen rubbed the big gun in his hand and looked at the hazy image of the Arhat on the mural.

He vaguely felt that the deceased found during the day was by no means unintentional, but had a very clear purpose.

He was going to spend the night for half a moon, but he left in the rain that night, which must have something to do with the three fangs that appeared later. And after the three fangs killed the man, they did not find what they were looking for, so they searched the Maitreya Temple at night. I didn't want Yang Shouwen and Yang Rui to suddenly appear and enter the Daxiong Treasure Hall...... Fang Zi was worried that the secret would be revealed, so he wanted to shoot Yang Shouwen, but he didn't want Yang Shouwen to find out, and killed one of the three people on the spot.

There must be something strange in this hall.

And that fangzi ginseng long-eyebrow Arhat, I'm afraid it also has other intentions.

But what clues did he leave behind?

Yang Shouwen couldn't think of a clue, so he walked to the futon in front of the Buddha, sat cross-legged, and put the big gun on his lap.

"Mage, this kind of thing is beyond my control.

It was getting late and there was a lot of fog outside, so my brother and I spent the night here. As soon as the morning dawned, please send someone to the county government office immediately to inform the county lieutenant. I'll stay here, and the mage won't have to worry about it. ”

"That's good, that's good!"

There were two murders in one night, and Master Huiren was really worried that Yang Rui would walk away.

Now that he wants to stay, the mage will not refuse.

So, he hurriedly asked people to prepare a meditation room, and even found someone to move the body away, but was stopped by Yang Rui.

"Don't move the body, this is the scene of the crime, just put it here, and when the fast hand arrives tomorrow, it will be inquest."

"Yes, that's what the donor said."

Yang Rui walked to Yang Shouwen's side and said softly, "Big brother, let's go to the meditation room to rest?" ”

But Yang Shouwen's eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady, as if he was asleep.

"My big brother ......"

Yang Rui explained to Huiren: "He is strong in martial arts, but his temper is a little weird, so let him stay in this hall." ”

"It's good, it's good!"

Several monks were in a hurry for a long time, and finally arranged it.

Yang Rui went to the meditation room next to him to rest, while Master Huiren also took the others back to their respective meditation rooms. It's just that if something like this happens, it is unknown whether Venerable Huiren and they will be able to meditate again.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall has restored its tranquility.

The black hole in the hall was quiet, and Yang Shouwen slowly opened his eyes.

Jueming's corpse was lying on the side, and the blood had already stained the stone bricks under him. Yang Shouwen stood up, walked to the strokes of the long-eyebrow Arhat, and slowly sat down. He looked at the mural with a puzzled look on his face.

What is that man trying to say?

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In the early morning, the fog has not yet cleared, and it is even getting thicker.

Yang Shouwen walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, stood in the dew-wet, wet square, and stretched his waist.

He hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were red.

But his spirit seemed to be very strong, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

A man wandered in the quiet temple and found that the area of this small Maitreya temple was not large, and there was a small gate in the backyard.

Pushing open the small door, there is a platform with an area of about 800 square meters.

Standing on the platform, he could get a bird's-eye view of the clouds and mist in the finch stream......

It is a good place to go, where the wind and the moon are sung, it must have a unique charm.

He suddenly remembered that his father had said that in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, he was going to entertain an old man in this small Maitreya Temple. Mid-Autumn Festival in August? It's only been ten days...... Ah, it's coming soon! I'll talk to Gen Hui Ren later.

"Big brother, get up early."

Just when Yang Shouwen was standing on the observation deck and enjoying the beautiful scenery of Que'er Stream, Yang Rui walked out of the small door quickly.

In fact, he didn't sleep all night, and when he closed his eyes, he would think of Jue Ming who was shot and killed, and the assassin who was killed by Yang Shouwen. At that time, he was lying on the ground, but he clearly saw how Yang Shouwen killed the fang. The lightning-fast movements, the spicy and ferocious stabbing stabs, left a very deep impression in Yang Rui's mind.

One hit kills, no mud and water.

Yang Rui found that Yang Shouwen's marksmanship was not complicated, but it was crisp and neat, and it was extremely lethal.

I always feel that I have also practiced, maybe not as good as Yang Shouwen, and it will not be too different. But after witnessing Yang Shouwen's move, Yang Rui knew that if he was in a hostile situation with Yang Shouwen, he wouldn't even be able to catch a shot.