Qiantang, Mufu!

It is worthy of the Suzhou and Hangzhou wealthy family, when Chen Jun and Fahai arrived, they saw the clusters of sedan chairs outside the door, stretching to hundreds of zhang long street, and a pair of luxurious and magnificent stone lions in front of the door were staggering.

Even the white flags hanging above the gate are high.

The reception guy outside the door mistakenly thought that Fahai was also a monk, and easily let the two in. After entering, I saw the lanterns on both sides hanging high, there were 50 monks on the left chanting the scriptures, there were 50 Taoist priests on the right to chant the Dharma excessively, the guests gathered together, the people came and went, and successively incense was given to the mourning hall of the hall, and the wailing of women and children came out intermittently, and the cry was sad and mournful.

"The great monk has thought it through?"

"The poor monk is willing to vouch for the benefactor."

Fahai took the lead in walking towards the hall, Chen Jun followed behind, only to suddenly someone recognized him and called out his name.

"Xu Xian!"

"Why are you here?"

It turned out that the group of powerful children who played well with Muyang in the academy recognized him, Xu Xian had excellent grades on weekdays, and he was the top of the academy exam, and he had a lot of contact with them.

At the foreground was Cao Ang, dressed in plain clothes, with jet-black hair combed in a neat bun on the top of his head, with a middle-looking, thin figure and an angry face.

The one on the far left is named Liu Chengfeng, who is also a friend of the deceased Muyang, and knows Chen Jun with each other. He is dressed in white, more than seven feet tall, handsome, lofty, under two curved eyebrows, a pair of black eyes are as bright as autumn water, like a son of Mo and a man like jade.

Zhao Qianyang on the far right is in a similar situation to the two, but his family background is far inferior to Cao Ang and Liu Chengfeng, and he belongs to the Hanshi class like the original Xu Xian. He has a strong figure, a dignified appearance, and his eyes are cold stars, and he clenches his fists when he looks at Chen Jun, and he doesn't look like a scholar.

Chen Jun arched his hand at them: "Brother Cao, Brother Liu, Brother Zhao... Long time no see. ”

"Okay?"

"You brute, why did you kill Brother Muyang, he was also your classmate and friend."

Cao Ang rushed up with an arrow, raising his fist and making a gesture about to punch Chen Jun in the face.

However, Chen Jun easily pinched his fist, slapped him with a simple backhand, and knocked him to the ground.

Fahai looked at Chen Jun and frowned, "Master Xu? ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold back the itchy hands, let him sober up."

Cao Ang fell to the ground with a look of hatred, this kind of slap on the spot was tantamount to a kind of humiliation, and the other two didn't know that they were frightened by Chen Jun's decisiveness when they saw this, and suppressed the urge to do it.

However, some people at the scene heard about Chen Jun's reputation.

Immediately, it was like throwing a stone into a still lake, setting off waves and making a lot of noise.

"Amitabha."

Fahai clasped his hands together, and with a Buddha horn, the audience fell silent in an instant.

Leaving the white flags outside the door to blow violently in the wind.

"Zen Master Fahai?"

"You are Zen Master Fahai!"

Among the condolences guests, some people recognized Fahai's identity, and there was another exclamation.

Fahai suppressed again in the voice of the Buddha: "The poor monk is indeed Fahai, and this trip is specially for the deceased Mu Gongzi to find out the real murderer." ”

"The real murderer?"

The crowd was amazed and looked at each other, "Isn't that Xu Xian the real murderer?" Why look for a murderer? ”

"Xu Shizhu is not a real murderer, but a good person who came to investigate the case and clear the suspicion, and the poor monk is willing to vouch for him."

"In addition, we went to the residence of the deceased Muyang in the White Deer Academy, and found two shoe prints on the beams and pillars in his room."

"Shoe prints?"

"Not bad."

"What do shoe prints prove?"

Fahai expressed his thoughts on the case: "In the original case, the government believed that Xu Xian used witchcraft to trick Mu Gongzi into hanging himself, and then performed the wall-piercing technique, so that he could kill people and escape without breaking the door and being locked.

But the two footprints that appeared proved that the case had a new possibility. ”

"The room structure of Bailu Academy is special, because the college saves space and uses walls to divide the living room, but there is some space left on the roof that cannot be sealed, and the beams are framed on top of the two rooms.

This proves that the real murderer can enter the deceased's room and kill people by building a ladder from another adjacent room and stepping on the beams. ”

"Who's in the adjacent room?"

A woman in filial piety stood up, her shoulders were shaved into a waist, her muscles were like a condensed fat and her breath was like a blue orchid, her eyes were red, and tears were surging, with my temperament of pity.

Women should be pretty, filial piety.

This sentence is vividly displayed in the woman, who is also carrying a girl with pigtails in her hand, and her eyes are blank.

"Brother Cao Ang, the person in the adjacent room of Brother Mu is you."

Zhao Qianyang looked at his classmate Cao Ang, "I remember that the first person who found out that Brother Muyang was dead was also you." ”

"Impossible, I didn't kill Brother Mu."

Cao Ang, who was still resentful of Chen Jun just now, immediately denied it and became emotional, "I found Brother Muyang because of me, Brother Liu asked him to get up in the morning to study, and Brother Liu can testify for me." ”

Liu Chengfeng nodded, "Yes, I can testify for Brother Cao." ”

Cao Ang continued: "Because I was adjacent to Brother Mu's room, I smelled a faint rancid smell in his room when I got up, I didn't care about it at first, but after washing up, I went to knock on his door, this smell lingered, and others didn't respond to me, I realized that something was wrong, and I struggled to knock the door open, only to find that he had committed suicide, and after the government investigated, the murderer was determined to be Xu Xian." ”

"It's the kind of people you who are simple-minded." Chen Jun smiled, "It's me in two days, don't you use your brain?"

Or did you bribe the officials, do it, and put all the charges on me? ”

"Xu Xian, don't spew blood!"

Cao Ang opened his eyes and said angrily: "You are not the murderer, who is the murderer?" ”

"Of course I'm not the murderer, otherwise how can I explain the footprints, and Cao Ang, you don't suspect the two people around you, the general case happens in the academy, and most of the murderers are in the academy, and they haven't behaved abnormally in the past two days?"

Cao Ang frowned and thought, "Abnormal behavior? ”

"Xu Xian, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Qianyang sneered: "You came to Muyang Lingtang today, is the real purpose to suspect that we are the real murderers?" ”

"Of course not, I'm here to clear my name, I'm going to- open the museum for an autopsy!"

"Opening for an autopsy?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this word.

"Old man Mu, do you really want to let the real murderer of your son go unpunished? Mu's wife and daughter, can you really sit back and watch your husband die in vain? If the government's verification is fake, have you ever thought about what the result will be? ”

"I can give you the truth."

"Return the truth to the truth, and give me justice."

The woman in white choked up and replied, "Yes, I want to know the real murderer of Mu Lang." ”

The gray-haired middle-aged man said: "No, the dog has entered the coffin, and no one can disturb his peace." ”

"Great monk." Chen Jun looked at Fahai.

Fahai sat cross-legged, his hands folded, and his body exuded a gentle golden Buddha light:

"The poor monk is willing to pray for him in the afterlife on the spot, and after the autopsy, the poor monk goes to the city god and personally sends him into the reincarnation of the past life."

It's a lucrative offer that one can't refuse.