Leng Yi took a few steps forward, carefully inspected the surroundings of the Buddha statue, and inspected the real body of the Buddha statue, it seems that these monks are also lazy, only the offering table is clean, and the platform at the foot of the Buddha statue is full of thick dust. There were no footprints on the dust, except for some debris scattered in front of him, which should have fallen when the Buddha's eyes were gouged out.

There are no footprints around the Buddha statue, and the Buddha statue is so high that even if you stand on it, you can't reach the face of the Buddha statue. How did this man rip off the eyes and nose of the Buddha statue?

The thin man Mingshou almost shrank behind the abbot, this kind of person who likes to tell ghost stories is actually the most afraid of ghosts, because when he describes ghost stories, the scenes that appear in his mind are far more vivid and terrifying than those who listen to them.

The thin man Mingshou didn't know if he was talking to himself or to them, and his voice was trembling: "I'll just say it!" Ghosts! There are ghosts in this Yinling Mountain! No, no, it's not a ghost, it's a mountain god! A mountain god who specializes in cannibalism! Eat people, throw heads everywhere! In the pit, under the bed, behind the door, it will be thrown. ”

The fat man's face turned white, and he said boldly: "What nonsense are you talking about!" What does this mountain god have to do with this! ”

"How it doesn't matter!" The thin man said: "If it weren't for the mountain god, who would have gouged out the eyes of such a tall Buddha statue?" ”

Leng Yi looked at the Buddha statue and was distracted, the Buddha statue was destroyed, and the chef Mingyuan was killed, is there any connection?

Abbot Juehui began to scold the monk Mingkong: "What are you doing? Didn't you notice that the Buddha statue was damaged......? ”

The other monks also followed in reprimanding the monk Mingkong.

Zhuo Qiaoniang finally couldn't help it, and said loudly: "Don't scold him, how old is he?" How old are you? You can't stand chanting Buddha in front of the Buddha statue every day, how can he, a little monk who cleans the yard, look at it? Maybe one of you deliberately damaged this Buddha statue! So frame him! ”

Hearing that Mrs. Zhixian had spoken, these monks didn't dare to say anything more. There were also no masons in the temple, and there was no way to repair and remodel. I had to wait for the road to open after the snowstorm stopped, and then I went down the mountain to the city to ask someone to repair it.

The body of Chef Mingyuan was parked in the wing room next to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, with a door panel, covered with a white cloth. When the wind and snow stop, find a good place to bury it.

Without the cook, the monks realized how inconvenient life was. Abbot Juehui arranged for Fat Man Wise to be in charge of the kitchen temporarily. The fat man wisely said that he couldn't be busy alone. The abbot arranged for the guest monk Mingkong to help him.

The fat man wisely only takes charge of the spoon, washes the dishes, sweeps the floor, carries firewood, makes firewood and adds firewood, washes vegetables, etc., all let the Zhike monk Mingkong do it, and the Zhike monk Mingkong directs the group to turn.

After knowing that Leng Yi was their parent official, the abbot Juehui and the others were very frightened, and the abbot wanted to give his meditation room to Leng Yi and his wife, but Leng Yi refused, saying that he was living very well now. The abbot also ordered them to be brought two new silk cotton bedding, a charcoal fire, a brazier for warmth, and a stove for hand warming. Several other monks also deliberately stammered, coming over from time to time to ask for warmth, handing tea and pouring water.

On this day, the blizzard was still raging, and it was not until the evening that it gradually became smaller.

When it was time to eat in the evening, the fat man wisely said to Abbot Juehui: "The firewood is almost gone, and you can use it at most once." ”

The abbot blew his beard and said angrily: "Why do you say it now? ”

The fat man wisely smiled and said: "I don't know, Mingyuan used to cook, and the firewood was almost gone, so he didn't say anything." Tonight I was cooking, asked Mingkong to carry firewood, Mingkong said that the firewood was almost gone, I went to look, only to find that the firewood in the firewood room was almost used up. You can only cook a meal at most. ”

The firewood in the temple is all carried by the thin man Mingshou and the monk Mingkong, and the abbot of Juehui looked at the thin man Mingshou: "Early tomorrow morning, you and Mingkong will go to fetch some firewood and come back." Otherwise, there would be no burning. ”

The thin man Ming Shou cried and said, "Abbot, this snowstorm is still falling!" ”

The abbot turned his head to look at the window, listened to the voice, and said, "It's already a lot smaller." Besides, if you don't collect firewood, you won't have firewood for cooking, so don't you want to eat raw rice? ”

The thin man Mingshou had no choice but to nod and said to the monk Mingkong next to him: "Get up early tomorrow and go with me to fetch firewood!" If you sleep too late, Lao Tzu will tear your ears out! Do you hear that? ”

Mingkong shrunk his neck in fear and nodded busily.

Zhuo Qiaoniang said: "He's still young, just let him sweep the floor, and you still let him collect firewood?" There are so many of you adults, can you see it? ”

Zhike monk Mingkong hurriedly said: "I'm fine, I can do it." ”

The fat man said wisely: "Master, you also heard it, he is going by himself." We didn't force it. ”

Leng Yi shook his head and didn't say anything more.

That night, the wind and snow had significantly decreased, Leng Yi and Zhuo Qiaoniang sat next to the fire shop to roast the fire, listening to the wind outside, Zhuo Qiaoniang said: "I hope the wind and snow will stop tomorrow, and we can leave tomorrow." ”

"Can't go!" Leng Yi said: "Look at this day, the wind and snow may only stop temporarily, don't let us go on the road and encounter the wind and snow again, and we are stuck on the road, then it will be troublesome." Besides, there was a murder here, and I, as the magistrate of Yinling Mountain, must find out what is going on, and I can't let it go!. ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang nodded, however, she was still very worried in her heart, and couldn't help but glance at a small box of gold on the table, this is their lifeblood, the tax stolen before was only thirty percent of this, and they had already lost almost bankrupt their families, if it was stolen again this time, I am afraid that they would only have to hang themselves.

Leng Yi naturally knew what she was worried about, and said: "Human life is at stake, it is important to solve the murder case first, this is not in a hurry, and there is no need to worry, there are no outsiders here." ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang nodded lightly and smiled reluctantly.

Let her accompany her to be frightened, Leng Yi felt a little reluctant in her heart, reached out to hold her hand, and said in a low voice: "It's okay." Don't worry, I know the officials. ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang pulled out her hand, covered his hand, and nodded again. This time, Leng Yi could see that she was really relieved.

At this time, I heard a knock at the door. Leng Yi said: "Who? ”

"Poor monk Mingzong, there is something to report to the county master!"

Leng Yi got up and opened the door, and the horse-faced Mingzong came in and closed the door by himself. He didn't dare to sit down, and said in a low voice: "Big master, the villain thinks that this case may be done by Mingjing!" ”

"Oh? How so? ”

"He hates chef Mingyuan the most, and the two often quarrel and sometimes do it. Mingjing couldn't beat Chef Mingyuan, and he suffered several losses, all of which we saw with our own eyes. If you want to say that there is hatred, only he has the deepest hatred for Mingyuan. So, I think, he must have done it. ”

Leng Yi said: "Do you have any other evidence besides his motive for committing the crime?" ”

The horse-faced Mingzong shook his head a little embarrassedly.

"Then how do you think he killed Chef Mingyuan?"

Raising eyebrows, Mingjing shook his head again: "Didn't you say it, sir?" The murderer will tell how the crime was committed. As long as he is arrested and tortured, he is not afraid that he will not confess. ”

Leng Yi frowned and said, "This county knows, you go out!" ”

As soon as the front foot of the horse-faced Mingzong left, the back foot of the eyebrow Mingjing came in, but it was reported to the horse-faced Mingzong. said that he often went to the kitchen to steal food, but the chef Mingyuan didn't let him, and the two had an argument and a fight. It must have been done by the horse-faced Mingzong.

Subsequently, Fat Man Mingzhi and Whitebeard Mingtong both came, Fat Man Mingzhi said that it should be the thin man Mingshou who did it, but Whitebeard Mingtong said that the abbot did it, on the grounds that the chef Mingyuan did not obey discipline and often ridiculed him in public. The abbot went out from the back window to kill people, and then went back to the house through the back window, so Mingkong, a monk who was sweeping the floor at the door, didn't know that he had gone out.

However, none of their reports can explain a problem, that is, how the murderer they suspect entered the kitchen and killed the chef Mingyuan, and then left the house by tying the doors and windows from the inside.

Leng Yi didn't hear anything more useful from their mouths, and he felt that this Yin Ling Temple was a little demon, and they all had their own ghosts.