As the monk spoke, he shed tears, as if he had been wronged.

Wei Bixiao was a little unbearable, and said: "Brother Song, you see that those people beat him, there is no intact body, there are whip marks, foot marks, and fists on his body. His face was bruised. ”

Song Ruilong said: "You still want to tell me what happened yesterday?" Why are you at the scene of the crime? ”

The pure-hearted monk said bitterly, "Hey! Isn't this because the poor monk is unlucky? Last night, the poor monk went to Fan Hai to gather at home, but the money did not arrive, and he was kicked out of the house. Just as the poor monk was about to leave, suddenly, a strong wind blew in the sky, and many of the tiles on the houses flew up. In a moment, there was a thunderstorm, and the poor monk had no choice but to ask Fan Haiju again to let the poor monk take shelter from the rain at his house. Fan Haiju finally agreed to the poor monk's request, but he did not let the poor monk take shelter from the rain in his home, but let the poor monk take shelter from the rain in front of the gate of his house. ”

Qingxin took a breath and said, "Fortunately, there is an eaves above the gate, and there is a wide carriage under the eaves. The poor monk curled up in the carriage, looking at the heavy rain outside the carriage, thinking about the cold of the world, and his heart was very painful. Just as the poor monk's hungry eyes were glowing, the gate opened, and out of the gate came a woman holding a flower umbrella. The woman gave the poor monk two hot steamed buns. Therefore, the poor monk was impressed by the woman. She said that she was the daughter of a rich man, and that his father had done something wrong, and apologized to the poor monk. To tell the truth, the woman's words made the poor monk's whole person excited. ”

Song Ruilong said confusedly: "Since Miss Fan is Fan Haiju's daughter, she doesn't have to worry about food or clothing." How could he die in a dry well? ”

The Qingxin monk said: "This is also a coincidence. It rained heavily last night, but by the end of the day, the rain stopped. The poor monk woke up from his dream in a daze, and suddenly heard movement on the wall, so he lifted the curtain inside the carriage and looked at the wall. I saw a woman standing on the wall. The woman looked at the man under the wall and didn't dare to jump down for a long time. Finally the man said, don't worry, I'll take you, if you don't jump again, you will alarm your father. Then you won't be able to walk, and I'm afraid I'm going to break both of my legs. ”

Song Ruilong couldn't help but ask, "Have you seen clearly who that man is?"

The Qingxin monk shook his head and said, "No." It was too dark at that time, and the man was wearing a black night robe, and the poor monk couldn't see clearly. However, the poor monk of the woman took a closer look, she was Fan Haiju's daughter. Because of her voice, the poor monk heard it, so he remembered. When the man took the woman's hand and fled, the poor monk knew that it was Fan Haiju's daughter who was going to elope with her lover. The poor monk could have stopped all this. But the poor monk is also a person who knows how to repay his kindness, and Miss Fan gave the poor monk two hot steamed buns anyway, but the rich man Fan didn't even let the poor monk enter his home. The poor monk hated in his heart, so he didn't stop Miss Fan from eloping with her lover. ”

Wei Bixiao sighed and said, "If you are willing to stop them, then Miss Fan will not die."

The Qingxin monk repented: "If the poor monk knew that Miss Fan would never come back once she went, the poor monk would have saved Miss Fan by giving up his life at that time."

Song Ruilong said: "Then Miss Fan left home first, but how could you appear in the dry well?"

The pure-hearted monk sighed bitterly: "This may be because the poor monk's bad luck is too heavy." The poor monk originally thought that he had done a good deed, but then he thought about it. I just felt that something was wrong. Miss Fan eloped with her lover after dawn. If the rich man can't find his daughter, he will definitely suspect that the poor monk did it. The poor monk can't get married there, and it's not good to be involved in a lawsuit again. So the poor monk jumped out of the carriage and ran in the opposite direction. That is, the north. ”

Wei Bixiao asked strangely: "This is strange, that Miss Fan and her lover escaped from the south, and you ran from the north." But in the end, how did you end up with Miss Fan? ”

"Hey!" The Qingxin monk sighed and said, "This is what the folk often say, so that when people are unlucky, they will even drink a sip of water." The poor monk's bad luck at that time was only so bad. The poor monk ran north. When he ran to the end of a field, he tripped over a burden and fell into a dry well. ”

When the Pure Heart Monk said this, his heart was still beating very hard, and he said, "It's like a nightmare." When the poor monk fell from above, the poor monk felt that the bottom of his body was sticky, soft, and not painful at all. In the boundless darkness, the poor monk thought that there was grass under him at first, but later, the poor monk touched a person's head, with a nose and eyes...... She was a man, a dead man whose whole body had become cold. The poor monk shouted loudly, and no one came to rescue the poor monk. I had no choice but to curl up in the dry well, waiting for the dawn to let the poor monk out. ”

The Qingxin monk sighed again and said, "Originally, I wanted to do more than less, but I encountered something more troublesome. After Fan Haiju found the poor monk, he glared and asked his family to pull the poor monk to the well, and he beat the poor monk to death. He said that it was the poor monk who killed his daughter. But my lord, the poor monk is really wronged! ”

Song Ruilong said: "Your situation, this county has a clear understanding. The county is now going to Fan Hai's house to examine Fan Chunxiang's body. Don't worry, if you don't kill someone, this county will definitely give you justice. ”

Song Ruilong instructed Wei Bixi to take care of the Qingxin monk in the county government, and he rode to Fanjiazhuang.

After Song Ruilong tied the horse, when he walked into Fan Cai's house, Zhang Meixian had not finished the corpse.

Su Xianrong was going up to the room to ask Fan Haiju's wife.

Fan Haiju's wife's eyes were swollen from crying, and her voice was intermittent, but fortunately, Su Xianrong understood it.

Su Xianrong saw Song Ruilong walk into the house, she got up and said to Song Ruilong: "Brother Song, your speed is so fast!" What do you think? What did the pure-hearted monk say? ”

After Su Xianrong let Fan Haiju's wife out, he said, "You can talk about it now."

Song Ruilong sat on the chair, pinched the teacup in his hand with his hand, and said, "I haven't taken a sip of tea yet, so you urge me to handle the case."

Su Xianrong lifted the teapot with a smile, poured him a cup of tea, and said, "Brother Song, drink it slowly, it's still after drinking." (To be continued......)