"Do they usually live in the shop?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"Only the guys live in the shop." Jianlin Mountain Road.

"How many guys did Boss Wang hire?"

"Two."

"What kind of people are these two guys?"

"They're all locals."

"Can you give us their names and addresses?"

"We walked in and out of the alleys, and we barely went inside the shop. We don't usually interact with them, and the accent we listen to them must be local. ”

"Once, when they were unloading goods in front of the store, I heard one guy call another guy, and he should have called a nickname, what is it? It's called 'Peace', and this family called 'Peace' lives in the south of the old city, and he goes home for dinner at noon every day, and goes back and forth, plus the time for eating is at most an hour. Shen Qiaoli said, "I know this." You can go to the shop next door and ask, someone should know about the 'peace'. ”

"So be it! In a moment, I'll take you to a few shops and ask them. "Jianlin Mountain Road.

"Thank you, where do Boss Wang and his wife live?"

"Boss Wang and his wife live in Granny Ma'an."

Once again, our story mentions Granny Ma.

"Is Granny Ma'an also rented out?"

"There are only four old nuns in Ma Po Nunnery, the incense was broken more than 20 years ago, the younger nuns are gone, only a few old nuns are left, the incense is broken, there is no income, they rent the house, the environment of Ma Po Nunnery is very good, so the house is easier to rent."

After walking out of Jian's house, Zhao Zimeng and his entourage went down to a few shops next door and diagonally opposite to inquire about the situation of "peace" under the guidance of Jian Linshan.

Boss Qin of a noodle shop diagonally opposite provided a little information, but he only knew that "Heping"'s family lived near Bailuzhou Park, and "Heping" often mentioned Bailuzhou Park when chatting, and there was another place, which he also often mentioned, this place was the flower and bird market.

With a name, plus two approximate addresses, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone.

Zhao Zimeng jotted down his name and address in his notebook.

After breaking up with Jian Linshan, everyone went to Ma Po Po Nunnery, and when they walked out of the alley, Zhao Zimeng looked at his watch under the street lamp, the time was 8:50, and the comrades sat at Jian's house for more than an hour.

The gate of Granny Ma'an is closed.

Director Ma knocked three times before knocking on the door, and it was opened by a hunchbacked old nun with a flashlight in her hand.

"Who is the donor looking for?" The old nun spoke softly and weakly.

Director Ma stepped forward: "Mrs. Shi, excuse me." We are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and we want to find out a little bit about the situation. ”

Do you remember that when the comrades were investigating and visiting the bricks of the city wall, Ma Po Po Nunnery was not among them - this was the first time that everyone had entered Ma Po Po Nunnery.

"Please come in." Although Mrs. Shi used a polite word, it sounded very cold.

"Master, I don't know what to call you?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"Poor Nifa will be flat."

"Master Huiping, I'm sorry to disturb you late at night."

"No trouble - no trouble - please come in." Mrs. Shi suddenly became much more enthusiastic.

Master Huiping led everyone into a meditation room.

The conversation began with a simple greeting: "Mrs. Shi, your temple has a long history and the scale is not small, why don't you continue the incense?" ”

"In the early years, the temple was smashed, and the Bodhisattvas were missing arms and legs, who would come to burn incense and worship the Buddha?"

The "early years" that Mr. Huihei refers to should refer to the turbulent years. During this period, monasteries and bodhisattvas were labeled as feudal superstitions. The Red Guards, in order to show the spirit of complete revolution, stormed the monastery and smashed the Bodhisattva.

"The above is very concerned about this matter, someone has already come to see it, and the cost of repairs will be allocated in a few days."

By the nineties of the twentieth century, the promotion and development of religious undertakings were put on the agenda.

"Master, we heard that the house in your temple is for rent?"

"The house of the temple is never rented out, some donors want to live in the temple for a few nights, the temple will do some convenience, the donor gives a little incense money, the house of the temple is empty, some relatives come to the family, and there are also some relatives who live in the temple for a night or two. The temple does not charge money for these people. ”

"Is there still a benefactor in the temple who is staying overnight?"

"There is a donor. This man had been living in the monastery for some time. So far, I still haven't bothered. ”

"Why is that?"

"If she wants to become a monk here, she must have encountered emotional twists and turns."

"How old?"

"About thirty years old."

"Where are you from?"

"Buddhism doesn't ask where it comes from."

"There was a man named Wang Hongbao who once lived in your temple, do you remember?"

"Remember, the surname Wang opened a furniture store at the corner of the street, and the couple lived in this temple, and the surname Wang often donated incense money to the temple, and when it was empty, he would also burn a few pillars of incense in the main hall and worship the Bodhisattva."

"How long did the man with the surname Wang live in the monastery?"

"About three years."

Wang Hongbao really knows how to choose a place.

"Wang Hongbao and his wife both live in the monastery, is this appropriate?"

The temple is a place to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and it is not suitable for men to live here, and it is even more inappropriate for the husband and wife to live in the temple.

"How many years has the incense of this temple been broken, in the past, there were dozens of nuns here, the incense was very prosperous, in 1967, the world was suddenly in chaos, a group of pagans rushed into the temple, and a Buddhist door was made into a miasma, and the incense that had never been broken was broken."

"If the incense is broken, the nuns will be cut off. Some nuns really can't hold on, and some of them are still vulgar, and some of them have gone elsewhere, and we, the elderly, have no place to go, so we can only die here. ”

"Is there still a temple here? The world is in chaos, there is not so much attention, since the Bodhisattva is too busy to take care of himself, then can he still take care of the rules and precepts of Buddhism? ”

"Wang Hongbao and his wife live in that meditation room?"

"I live in a meditation room in the Agarwood Pavilion in the backyard."

"Is that meditation room still occupied?"

"That meditation room is empty now."

"Can you show us around?"

"Okay, I'll show you there." Mrs. Huihei stood up, picked up a flashlight from the incense case, and took out a bunch of keys from the drawer of the incense case.

Everyone walked out of the meditation room after Master Huiping.

The night of Granny Ma's Nunnery was surprisingly quiet; Because of the shadow of the ancient cypress, it looks more and more gloomy, as strange as hell.

At night, the temple stood like a monster under the shade of the trees, and none of the halls had any lights.

After walking along a few minutes of undulating stone steps, a round gate appeared in front of you, and when you entered the round gate, a very special building stood in front of you.

Zhao Zimeng finally remembered that this building was the three-story old-fashioned building mentioned by the author earlier, and Master Zhu once used him as a reference for fish nests. On top of this building, there is a large canopy, which is the canopy of several ancient trees.

Sandwiched between two two-storey buildings, the three-storey building is much taller than the two-storey buildings on either side because the building is three storeys high.

"Master, does the benefactor you just mentioned also live here?"

"Right here—on the second floor."

There is no light on the first floor, and there is a light in a window on the second floor.

Master Huiping walked up a staircase.

The staircase was pitch black, and when I got up to the second floor, a door at the top of the staircase suddenly opened, and there was a woman standing in the doorway, and because of the light, I couldn't see her face clearly—she probably heard footsteps—in such a silent night—and in such a silent environment, the footsteps of people walking on the wooden staircase were very clear.

There was a faint light in the room.

"Mrs. Shi, you haven't rested yet!" The woman looked at Shi Taidao.

"These public security comrades are going to the third floor to have a look."

The woman glanced at her comrades, then walked straight into the room, and when everyone disappeared down the stairs, she gently closed the door.

At the top of the staircase, there is a short corridor, and the third floor, like the second floor, is also a room.

Master Huiping took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and found one of them.

Huiping opens the door lock, removes it, pushes the door open, and pulls on the light.

It was an ordinary meditation room, with nothing but a bed for sleeping, a table, a chair, and a washbasin shelf made of wood. By the way, there are two wooden basins, one large and one small, under the bed.

Zhao Zimeng walked to the table and bed, and touched the table and bed with his fingers, his fingers were full of dust, this room has not been inhabited for a long time. Near the window, there is also an incense case, on which there is a purple sand incense burner, and most of the incense ash is in the incense burner.

Zhao Zimeng, Xiao Lao, and Ling Hu Yunfei walked to the window.

The lights on the other side of the river are flickering, and the place where the lights are flashing is Moling Road. In addition, there are lights on both sides of the river, and the sound of hammers hitting stones can be heard, mixed with the sound of talking, and the sound of cars motors and unloading stones in the distance. Earlier, the author once explained that in the section from Xihuamen to Liuyedu River, the workers are working overtime to meet the construction deadline.

Wang Hongbao is very good at choosing places, here is quiet, the scenery is also good, standing in front of the window, the Qinnan River and the scenery on both sides of the Qinnan River are in full view.

"Master Huiping, when did Wang Hongbao and his wife leave your temple?"

"April 13th."

The time that Master Huiping said was the same as the time that Jian Huai said.

"Master Huiping, how do you remember it so clearly?"

"We have nothing to do all day, and all that's left is memory. Later, the poor nun can show you something and record it in the monastery's bill. ”

"Do you write down the time when Wang Hongbao left?"

"We didn't deliberately record the time when Wang Hongbao left, when Wang Hongbao left, he left a sum of incense money, over the years, there are many people who donate incense money to the temple, but Wang Hongbao donated the most money when he left, so he was very impressed."