This metaphor is really emotional.

"In their eyes, they can't protect themselves, and the government can't protect them." Xia Qiu thought about it a little and muttered, "They are embattled and panicked, what will they do at this time?" ”

Lu Tingxiu was stunned and thought for a while.

He is not an unarmed ordinary man, and there is naturally a gap in the answer.

Lu Tingxiu thought for a while, "Pray to God and worship Buddha?" ”

The county order was not in vain, and it finally followed the customs. This is a bad habit of the common people for thousands of years, and when they encounter a desperate situation, they habitually pray to God and worship Buddha.

In these days, who would have nothing to do with incense at home? There is only a temple where incense is burned all year round.

There are several temples in Linxian County, and there are many pilgrims, which one will it be?

Now is not a time to startle the snake, Lu Tingxiu called Xu Mingliang in, "Are there any temples built in the city in recent years?" ”

Xu Mingliang is a native of Linxian County, and as a classic history of arrest, he is naturally familiar with the local situation, and he went through it in his mind, "There are really a few, but they are all relatively small." ”

"Is there any donation from the Hua family?"

Xu Mingliang shook his head, "The Hua family generally builds bridges and roads, donates money to repair ancestral halls, and there are really no temples." ”

The temples donated by private individuals belong to the gentry who make a small fuss in order to earn fame, and there are usually few pilgrims, and there are no people living in the temple, and they are directly locked when it is dark.

Xu Mingliang listed all the temples in the city on paper, and then told Lu Tingxiu and Xia Qiu about the origin of the temples one by one, and the three of them investigated them one by one.

"Is there anything that can easily get sandalwood ash?"

"Where the incense is strong, it is easy to get incense ashes." Xu Mingliang disagreed, "Last time I accompanied my mother to Guanyin Temple, I came out covered in ashes. ”

"I'm talking about sandalwood." Xia Qiu emphasized.

Xu Mingliang was stunned, went through his mind again, and patted his head suddenly, "There is really such a place, and there are a lot of pilgrims." ”

"Where?" Summer and autumn eyes are red.

Lu Tingxiu held her cold hand and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, we will definitely be able to find the murderer of Wu Yu." ”

"Dragon King Temple." Xu Mingliang's tone was firm, "Although I haven't been there, I've heard that the catchers said that there is a lot of sandalwood hanging on the top of the main hall of the temple, which will not be extinguished all year round." ”

"Who built the Dragon King Temple?"

This Xu Mingliang really didn't know, but he immediately went to adjust the gear.

Soon, the case file was submitted. The Longwang Temple was built fifteen years ago, when Lin County had just been established as a county, and there were as many as 20 merchants and gentry who had donated, and there were hundreds of rosters of the people.

The mood of everyone begging for rain is understandable, but as for the construction of such a grand Dragon King Temple?

Xu Mingliang explained: "Sister Xia, you don't know, not to mention the drought back then, there was no harvest, and many people died, and the people were naturally sincere in asking for rain." ”

Xia Qiu went through the names of the donated gentry, "Why is there no Hua Feng?" "Fifteen years ago, he had already made his fortune, and although he was not the richest man, he was not bad at all.

Doesn't he like to do good deeds, but almost all the deeds donated by the merchants and gentry of Lin County have his figure, why is there only the Dragon King Temple?

Xia Qiu crawled around in the mall, and knew about the gentry to deal with, and three of the donations were not very rich back then, but the money they gave was heavy.

What's even more absurd is that the reason why Xia Qiu has a deep memory of these three people is that they are both picky and calculating. How could such a person contribute to the construction of a temple?

Judging from the case files, the temple was finally built by a craftsman surnamed Bo.

mentioned the surname Bo, Xu Mingliang suddenly had an impression, "This family surnamed Bo is very unfortunate, his son suddenly lost his mind, not only hacked the whole family to death, but also set a fire to burn the house." ”

Where did you get madness, it is clearly murder and extermination.

Hua Feng didn't donate in his own name, obviously because he was afraid that one day he would pull out the radish and bring out the mud.

In the Dragon King Temple, there must be a secret.

"Lord Lu, I will immediately lead people to surround the Dragon King Temple, even if it is three feet into the ground, I will turn it over."

Lu Tingxiu gave it or not, so let the dark guard probe the bottom first.

Xia Qiu got up, "I'll do this myself." "Since Lin County is so important to King Liang, it is impossible for him to only leave Hua Ting behind, there must be many masters. Lu Tingxiu's secret guard may not be their opponent.

Lu Tingxiu could not rest assured that she would go alone.

"I'm not going to go blatantly." When believers go to burn incense and petition, it is still possible.

Xia Qiu turned into an old woman, Qiao Yewei is a filial granddaughter, and the two of them went to incense together to pray: God bless Lin County, and the monster subsides.

Qiao Yewei often carries out assassination missions, and her makeup skills are shocking and crying ghosts. After a while, Xia Qiu became a hunchbacked and deaf old woman, full of silver hair, and Qiao Yewei also turned into a poor girl.

If the two judge differently, there is no resemblance in the slightest compared to before.

Don't protect in Xia and Qiu, don't follow the secret guards, just just burn incense.

Lu Tingxiu couldn't resist her, and if he didn't agree, he had to agree.

When leaving, Xia Qiu glanced in the direction of the house. At this point, A-Niang must be looking for Wu Yu, but unfortunately she can't go back.

The puppets besieged the city, the streets were in chaos, and the patrols were exhausted, but no one gave up easily, and they were doing their best to protect their families and protect the city.

The old woman walked slowly, and it took a lot of time to reach the Dragon King Temple.

The incense of the Dragon King Temple is indeed very prosperous, especially when life and death are impermanent, and the helpless people have no choice but to ask the gods for protection.

Xia Qiu's body was very weak, but as soon as he entered the temple, he still noticed the strangeness.

It is obviously a temple with a flourishing incense, but in her eyes, it is eerie and terrifying. There's more to it than just horror hidden underground.

With Qiao Yewei's support, Xia Qiu laboriously walked into the main hall, knelt down on the futon after burning incense, and silently recited prayers in his mouth.

The roof of the beam was covered with huge sandalwood rings, and the familiar smell poured into the nose, and Xia Qiu faintly saw a delicate shadow walking into the hall. She came softly, stood beside her and said nothing, a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth.

Wu Yu really came, she saw through the secret of the Dragon King Temple, and was tragically stabbed more than 20 times, and the knife was fatal.

got up and walked outside the hall, Xia Qiu was crumbling, and Qiao Bi was busy supporting her.

She staggered to the merit box, took out her broken purse from her pocket, and donated all the copper coins.

Seeing that she was not in good spirits, a middle-aged steward in the temple stepped forward, "Old man, are you okay?" ”

Xia Qiu walked outside the hall on crutches, the threshold was too high, and his stiff legs couldn't cross it after a few steps.

Qiao Yewei's face was full of worry, "My grandmother is old and has difficulty moving, so she doesn't usually come out much. Now that disaster has befallen Lin County, she has to come to the Dragon King to pray for blessings, but who knows that the streets are too chaotic now, and her grandmother is more and more frightened and her spirit is getting worse. ”

The steward saw Xia Qiu's crumbling appearance, so he said: "If the two of you don't dislike it, you can go to the wing room to rest temporarily, and it's not too late to wait for the old family to slow down before leaving." ”

Qiao Ye thanked him again and again, and walked in the direction of the wing room with the hunchbacked Xia Qiu.