"Amitabha, donor, let's meet again." A bald monk folded his hands and saluted Li Canghai.

Li Canghai looked at the two monks and found that the two were shirtless and wearing robes, not from the Central Plains, but like Tianzhu monks.

"Master, have we met?" Li Canghai folded his hands and returned the salute, and said suspiciously.

Another monk said: "The donor must have forgotten that more than a month ago, outside Luoyang City, it was the poor monk and his junior brother who saved the donor and sent the donor to the White Horse Temple. ”

When Li Canghai heard this, he suddenly remembered, when he pretended to be Fan Tong, went to investigate the rebellion of 'Reverse Scale Xuanwu', and was ambushed by An Lushan in the deserted village outside Luoyang City, and almost died, but when he woke up, he found himself lying in the White Horse Temple.

At that time, he asked the monk Huiguang why he was in the White Horse Temple, and Huiguang told him that it was the two Tianzhu monks who saved him and brought him to the White Horse Temple, but when he woke up, because of all the things, he did not have time to go to thank the benefactor who saved his life.

"It turned out that the two masters saved me, the two masters are above, please accept my worship!"

Li Canghai has always been a person with clear grievances, and he has to treat those who are gracious.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are serious, I am a Buddhist disciple, saving people is a good move, and the donor doesn't have to be polite."

"I don't know what the two masters call them?" Li Canghai asked very politely.

"The poor monks are united, this is the name of the poor monks and disciples." The monk said with his hands folded.

After Li Canghai saluted the two monks, he said: "Two masters, you need to check the three deceased in the next place, please move the two masters a little, stay in the next inspection, and then thank the two masters for saving their lives." ”

Monk Qixin recited the Buddha name in a low voice, and after nodding, he walked to Zhang Wenyuan's side with Juming.

Conan pushed Li Canghai and carefully examined the bodies of the three deceased between the three pyres.

The corpses of Tangerine and Azhu are not unusual.

But when he came to Hongmei's corpse, he found that Hongmei's corpse had some abnormalities.

It's not that the corpse is decomposed, but Hongmei's right hand, which was originally held weakly, stretched out at this time.

When Hongmei was found to have been killed, Hongmei had been dead for several hours, and her body had become stiff.

At that time, when he examined Hongmei's body, he did find that her right fist was clenched.

It's just that the corpse was stiff at that time, and her right hand was clenched into a fist, and she didn't hold anything in her hand, so he didn't forcibly break Hongmei's right hand at that time.

Now, after two days and one night, the body gradually began to soften from stiffness, and her right hand naturally opened.

Li Canghai spread Hongmei's right hand, and Hongmei's right hand did not have any scars, except for a circle of black things on the index finger of her right hand.

Li Canghai hurriedly asked a maid for a white handkerchief, then pressed Hongmei's index finger and pressed it hard.

"What is this?" Conan asked curiously.

Li Canghai took the handkerchief in front of his eyes, sniffed it carefully, and frowned: "This is rosin ink, I remember that in the inkstone on the desk in Hongmei's room, it is this rosin ink." ”

"Why does she have ink in her hands?" Conan wondered.

Li Canghai shook his head and groaned, "Maybe she inadvertently got it on her finger!" ”

At this time, Zhang Wenyuan walked over and asked, "Immortal Chief, I don't know if you have finished the investigation?" ”

Li Canghai sighed and said, "The dead are big, so you can set the fire on fire." ”

After Conan pushed Li Canghai out of the pyre, Zhang Wenyuan waved his sleeves, and several family members with torches immediately stepped forward and lit the pyre.

Soon, the flames of the three pyres burned brighter and brighter.

Looking at the three corpses in the flames, Li Canghai sighed: "The raging fire burns my body, what joy is life, and what is the pain of death." Joy and sorrow are all dust, and there is nothing, so it is better to return! ”

"Nan Wu Bao Bao is like coming, the donor's words contain supreme Buddhism, I didn't expect the donor to be so proficient in Buddhism, and the poor monk has been taught!" When Monk Qixin heard Li Canghai's self-talk, he immediately folded his hands and saluted Li Canghai respectfully.

"The master is serious, and he is talking nonsense, where do you understand any Buddhism." Li Canghai said humbly.

But at this moment, Lan Yue came over with a box, her eyes were red, and she seemed to be very sad.

"Sister Lan, what are you going to do?" Yu Yanrou saw Lan Yue walking straight towards the fire, thinking that she couldn't think of it and wanted to set herself on fire, so she hurriedly stepped forward to stop her and asked.

Lan Yue said with a sad expression: "Sister, don't worry, I won't commit suicide, I just want to send a few sisters on the last ride." She stroked the box she was holding and sighed, "This is Sister Tangerine's favorite rosewood dressing box, this is her baby." Now that Sister Tangerine is gone, it's useless to keep this box, so it's better to burn it and let Sister Tangerine take it with you. ”

"Sister Tangerine's dressing box, how can it be in Sister Lan's hands?" Yu Yanrou sighed and asked puzzled.

Because Lan Yue received some stimulation when Azhu was killed, her mood was a little unstable, so after Tangerine was killed, Yu Yanrou has been with Lan Yue.

From the killing of oranges to the cremation of their corpses, Lan Yue has not been to the orange room during this period, how can there be the most precious red sandalwood dressing box of oranges?

Lan Yue's eyes were full of tears, and she said sadly: "This is what Tangerine gave me before she was killed. ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, Li Canghai's heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly asked Lan Yue, "What's going on?" ”

Lan Yue sighed: "Before noon, Tangerine came to me in a panic and handed me this box for me to keep alive. I saw that she looked different, and asked her what had happened, but she didn't say. ”

"Can you show me the dresser?" Li Canghai asked.

Lan Yue nodded and handed the dresser to Li Canghai.

Li Canghai opened the dresser box and rummaged through it.

The inside of the dresser was some rouge gouache and nothing else.

After Li Canghai thought about it, he asked Lan Yue, "Among these rouge gouaches, which orange is your favorite?" ”

Lan Yue thought for a while and said, "If Sister Tangerine's favorite should be this box of 'Pomegranate Jiao'." I remember that Sister Tangerine used this gouache today. ”

Li Canghai's eyes narrowed slightly, he thought for a while, took out the box of 'Pomegranate Jiao' from the box, and said, "I'll keep this box of rouge, and burn the rest!" ”

Lan Yue made a blessing to Li Canghai, then took the red sandalwood dressing box, walked to the fire of the oranges, and threw the box into the fire with sadness.

"Brother Li, what do you want this rouge for?" Conan asked, surprised.

"Without him, I just think this kind of rouge is more special, and I want to take it back to study it." Li Canghai said.

The fire burned for a whole hour, and then Zhang Wenyuan ordered someone to put away the ashes and prepare to send them to the Guanyin Temple in Longjianling, so that the monks of the Guanyin Temple could be overtaken again.

After the cremation was completed, everyone left. (To be continued.) )