Jing Wan'er stared at the little monk and said word for word: "Your senior brother Huigen died under this wooden fish. It's all his blood. ”

A large blue light is weird. If there is anything that can make the dead speak, it is these traces left in the yang world, and death will not be blind.

It is a great irony to let a monk who recites sutras and worships the Buddha every day die under his beloved wooden fish.

How cold and hard the wooden fish is, Huigen is really dead in vain and can't be reincarnated.

The little monk's face was bloody, and he was stunned to see the abnormality on the wooden fish.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan, the reason why Fang Cai didn't insist on letting this little monk go out was that she wanted to keep an eyewitness and let the little monk pass on what she saw, which was far better than their words.

The two of them re-wrapped the wooden fish and carried it out of the kitchen.

After Shen Xingwen heard about it, he was full of praise: "Miss Jing's methods are really clever, even Shen is really ashamed of herself." ”

He's still a specialist, and even he can't figure out a way to make blood stains visible.

Jing Wan'er was speechless.

Shen Xingwen's eyes showed a hint of interest.

This is the Protector Temple, and when this happens, panic breeds, these monks finally know that their beloved Buddha is not bless them.

With the mouth of the little monk, the incredible reaction on the wooden fish can spread all over the Qinglong Temple like the wind.

There is no turning back arrow from the bow. Now is the most difficult time for Dali Temple.

"Wan'er heard a saying before, when you want to destroy a person, destroy what he believes in the most. That person would be completely dead. "To be alive is to have no soul, the walking dead.

Just when Pei Tan wanted to say something, a little novice with white eyebrows came, standing in the courtyard and looking at them with a faint smile: "Lord Wang."

I would like to invite Master Pei Siqing to come over. ”

What can I do to see them at this time? Pei Tan looked at the little novice.

When I went there, the four rooms were quiet, and Pei Tan subconsciously bowed: "The lower official has seen the prince." ”

Jing Wan'er found that today's Changle King did not have such a strong aroma, only a faint smell of bathing.

Li Xiuqi looked at them: "Don't check it anymore." The first sentence made Pei Tan and Jing Wan'er stunned.

Pei Tan's eyes moved slightly: "Lord Wang? ”

Li Xiuqi put his hands in his sleeves, "If this matter is investigated again, it will hurt the muscles and bones, and the little monk just died in an accident, so the investigation of Dali Temple will end here." ”

Pei Tan's eyes were deep, with surprise: "Lord Wang, there is a murder weapon in this case, it is a murder case, and it is definitely not an accident that died." ”

Li Xiuqi looked at him, "This king said it was an accident, it was an accident." ”

Li Xiuqi's body basically does not have the habits of the current royal family, but when he said this, it really made people raise their heads, and there was a kind of coldness.

Pei Tan's eyes couldn't help but move.

Jing Wan'er has always played a quiet maidservant, and at this moment, when the murderer should have been the most uncontrollable, she never expected that it was King Changle who stopped them.

Pei Tan said: "Lord, Dali Temple has been ordered to accept the murder case of Qinglong Temple, and there is no precedent for terminating the homicide investigation in Dali Temple itself. ”

Li Xiuqi looked at Pei Tan, and his voice did not fluctuate: "This Wang Youshi will write back to Chang'an and explain the matter here, Pei Siqing, you have less than two hours to go." "It's no longer a threat.

Pei Tan looked at Li Xiuqi slowly, the words had already been said about this, and it seemed that he couldn't change Li Xiuqi by answering or not answering.

"Pei Siqing, do you know what you're doing?" Li Xiuqi couldn't take his eyes off it.

Just listen to him say slowly:

"Whether there are gods or not in this world, we mortals should not be too self-righteous. Even think that you can blaspheme at will, no

There will be retribution. ”

Pei Tan looked at King Changle a little speechlessly. With these words, he didn't know why he understood what King Changle meant.

Now the panic of Qinglong Temple is inseparable from Dali Temple.

Jing Wan'er raised her head and saw that there was no trace of blood on the white face of King Changle in front of her. The cause and effect of this world, the extreme mystery, and sometimes the Buddha that people believe in is a force that cannot be explained in the dark.

For example, why some people walk on the road and are crushed to death by the fruit of the tree.

"Pei didn't disturb the prince's rest, and retired first." Pei Tan stood up, his eyes drooping and he was about to leave here.

Behind him, Li Xiuqi said faintly: "Pei Siqing, this king knows what you think. ”

Pei Tan couldn't help but pause, and looked at King Changle with some inexplicable eyes.

Just look at Li Xiuqi's gaze, but it gives people the impression that he is not looking at Pei Tan, but empty. "It's still the same sentence, for this murder, this king's hands are absolutely clean."

Clean, that is, it has never been stained with blood.

Pei Tan's heart was really a little fluctuating, he slowly waved at King Changle, turned around and left with Jing Wan'er.

As soon as he walked out of Li Xiuqi's courtyard, Pei Tan subconsciously stopped and turned to look at the somewhat deserted empty courtyard.

"Are you shaken?" Jing Wan'er looked up at him, "The blow to the back of Huigen's head is a serious injury, and a woman must not have that kind of strength." ”

The murderer can almost only lock on to King Changle.

Pei Tan still looked at him slightly, "What I don't understand the most is motivation. "The prince didn't have any motive for killing Huigen.

In a homicide case, in addition to evidence, the most important thing is the motive. If the motive for an event cannot be established, it is almost as dead as no evidence at all.

Jing Wan'er said slowly: "The prince is practicing in the temple, but he has an affair with a woman, and he wants to destroy the wisdom of the root." ”

Pei Tan looked at Jing Wan'er because of this: "Do you think the prince will care about such a thing as reputation because of a woman?" ”

Jing Wan'er was stunned by the question.

Maybe she is a woman and doesn't understand the heart of a man of Changle's status, especially Wang.

But she remembered that in Chang'an City, King Teng was a famous wanderer.

Jing Wan'er was also silent: "But the wound." ”

Unless it's a woman who is stronger than a man.

Pei Tan turned around: "Let's go back first." ”

The breeze is passing through the forest, and the Qinglong Temple is quieter than ever. There was even a hint of panic.

The two returned to Pei Tan's courtyard.

"The prince was originally suspicious, but at this time, he prevented the adults from investigating." Who wants to take the initiative to take the suspicion on themselves like this.

That's why all Li Xiuqi's behaviors are so suspicious. Because it's not normal.

Pei Tan has never admitted Jing Wan'er's suspicions, it is better to say that he is indeed more cautious.

In the matter of investigating the truth, prudence is actually more valuable than cleverness, because cleverness cannot save a life, but prudence can.

Jing Wan'er didn't speak, she seemed to be thinking about something.

The two of them were silent in the room, and suddenly they heard the mournful chanting outside. At this time, all the monks of Qinglong Temple should know about Muyu. They listened quietly for a while, and the last time was the death of Huigen, which made people's hearts even sadder.

"At least one thing, maybe Wan'er can understand." She said, "The prince stayed in the temple from the beginning and didn't return to Chang'an, not for us, but for that woman." ”

Pei Tan looked at Jing Wan'er's face, in a few years, when the girl grows again, she will definitely be a beauty who falls into the city, but at least she can't reach it now.

There are some beauties in the Daming Palace, and some can only never appear, as if they are dead.

"In the palace before, I heard that King Changle once lived in seclusion in the harem for the longest two months." The harem here is not Zhongzong's harem, it is those cold palaces that no one cares about for a long time. The people who live there are ghosts who are not dead.

Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan and wanted to say something, but she was a little hesitant.

Pei Tan asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Jing Wan'er's eyes flickered a little, "Actually, there is still a way, as long as the adults find out the case within three days, once the case is closed, it will be useless for the prince to write no matter how many letters he writes." ”

Three days and three days, Dali Temple this time was not only hanging a sword on his head, but also chasing a horse behind him.

I don't know if it's intentional, just look at the sky outside a little depressing.

The white and pure little novice came again, with tame eyebrows and eyes: "His Royal Highness King Changle asked the little monk to ask Pei Siqing, has Lord Siqing considered the matter he said?" ”

Pei Tan looked at Xiao Shami, and said for a long time: "Please tell the prince that if His Majesty really decrees that this case will not be investigated again, Dali Temple will definitely follow the order." ”

Don't you understand the meaning of this sentence, the little novice has a clear gaze, and smiles slightly: "The little monk must tell the prince." ”

This is to completely offend King Changle. Every case in Dali Temple seems to offend a powerful person in the current dynasty.

When night really came, Pei Tan had been standing in front of the window like this for a long time: "You know what a person like Your Majesty is most afraid of when he reigns for a day, unless he usurps the throne. ”

Jing Wan'er was a little shocked by Pei Tan's direct surprise. But after looking at him for a long time, she still replied carefully: "Courtier? ”

A king who is not supported by his ministers is basically a puppet in name only.

Pei Tan's eyes were gloomy: "What you said is half right, for the emperor, how can you ensure that you are supported?" ”

Jing Wan'er couldn't answer.

Pei Tan looked at the girl: "You only need to know the meaning of why you are called the Son of Heaven in the past dynasties and dynasties, and you will understand." ”

Jing Wan'er was hit. Of course, she knew what the Son of Heaven meant. The Eastern Han Dynasty's "White Tiger Tongde Theory" says that the king's father is the son of heaven and the earth.

The reason why the Son of Heaven can rule all the people with the power of one person, and why all the people surrender willingly, is because they are not surrendering to one person, but to God.

"That's what the prince said today."

Jing Wan'er lowered her head.

She knew what the panic in her heart was, and why did she subconsciously think that this case was tricky, not how clever the murderer was secretly manipulating, because they were facing "gods" this time?

No matter how smart a mortal is, how can he fight against a powerful god?