Zhao Zimeng stood up and nodded at Lin Di, and then walked out of the hall. Lindy followed.

"Team Zhao, is there anything I need to do?" Lin Di said in a low voice.

"You call Ma Jianping, he bought a wheelchair when he went up the mountain and brought it over, the money is mine, the Teng family's life is too hard, since we met, we can't ignore it." Zhao Zimeng said in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll fight now." Lin Di said as he took out the small blessing machine from his pocket.

Zhao Zimeng turned around and walked into the hall.

Zhao Zimeng sat back on the bench, picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and then said, "Second noble brother, can you hear me when I talk like this?" ”

"I can hear me, my legs are bad, but my ears are bright."

"Okay, second noble brother, Ge Zhenggen didn't say goodbye to you when he left, you are very angry, is your relationship very good?"

"Ge Zhenggen plays chess well, I also like to play chess, as long as I have time, Ge Zhenggen will fight a few games with me, those craftsmen, only he takes care of me. Usually when I went to work in the temple, he would come to my house to say hello to me before leaving. Ever since I was crippled, Ge Zhenggen and I have been on good terms. He didn't hate me at all. ”

"I see, what is Ge Zhenggen doing?" Zhao Zimeng looked at Supervisor Jueshui and Teng Laosan and his wife.

Supervisor Jueshui shook his head: "I don't know, at that time, the overhaul was taken care of by Supervisor Cheng. ”

"What does Xiao Ge do, we haven't heard him say." Aunt Teng said.

"He's a well digger." Ergui interjected, "I asked him, and he told me that he and another man named Liu Abao were in charge of digging the well. "Ergui Dao.

"Oh, is there anything special about Ge Zhenggen's teeth?"

"I didn't care, I didn't see anything special about his teeth." Ergui said without thinking.

"If you were to see Ge Zhenggen's portrait, would you recognize it?"

"Yes. As long as you draw a portrait, I'm sure I'll recognize it. ”

Lin Di walked into the hall at this time, sat on the bench next to Zhao Zimeng, and whispered: "Ma Jianping said that he would come over after lunch, and he has already sent someone to buy a wheelchair." ”

Zhao Zimeng nodded.

He said to the back room, "Okay, as soon as the portrait comes out, we'll come over." ”

Zhao Zimeng continued, "Did Ge Zhenggen say that he is from a certain place? ”

The couple shook their heads at the same time.

"Ge Zhenggen mentioned this to me, he is a native of Nanya Xiutian, and his family also lives next to the temple, and the name of the temple is Yinshan Temple." The second expensive in the back room continued to say.

It seems that Ergui and this Ge Zhenggen's people get along really well, and they have some friendships in chess.

Zhao Zimeng took out a pen and notebook from his pocket and recorded the information provided by Ergui in time: "Nanya, Xiutian, Yinshan Temple." ”

"Who else are there in Ge Zhenggen's family?" Zhao Zimeng simply asked the second expensive person in the back room directly.

"He has a mother and two younger sisters at home."

"How much do you know about the other craftsmen?"

If you want to know the situation of the deceased, you can't rely on Ge Zhenggen's information alone.

"I don't know about the other people, seventeen people, only Ge Zhenggen has been to my house." Ergui Dao.

"Foreman Jiang is a native of Nanya Guangpu." Aunt Teng said, "Foreman Jiang talks to me more, he followed the master to work in the monastery at the age of fifteen, and became a foreman at the age of twenty-five. ”

"Where is his home in Guangpu?"

"Foreman Jiang didn't speak, and I didn't ask more."

"How old is this Jiang foreman?"

"Looks like he's sixty years old."

This visit to Teng's family has some gains.

Zhao Zimeng and his entourage got up and said goodbye: "Uncle Teng, Aunt Teng, the second noble brother, I'm sorry, I'll see you later." ”

The couple sent Zhao Zimeng and Supervisor Jueshui out of the hospital.

Under the ancient banyan tree, more than a dozen villagers were muttering something quietly.

Teng Laosan seemed to remember something, and suddenly walked up to Zhao Zimeng and whispered: "Comrade Public Security, this matter may be related to the rumors of Cold Moon Temple. ”

Looking at Teng Laosan's appearance, Zhao Zimeng guessed that he was probably afraid that Supervisor Jueshui would hear it, after all, it was related to Lengyue Temple.

"Master Teng, what are the rumors?"

"Before you came to my house, there were already people here talking about the case of the monastery - these people are also talking about the case." Teng Laosan's voice was even quieter, because at this time, Supervisor Jueshui followed.

Zhao Zimeng understood.

He walked up to Supervisor Jueshui: "Master Jueshui, thank you for bringing us to the stone village, we want to go around the village, please go back first." ”

"Okay, the poor monk will go back to the temple first, Captain Zhao don't delay for too long, so as not to delay the time to eat." Master Jueshui made a gesture.

"Understood, we'll be back at the temple in a moment."

Everyone watched Supervisor Jueshui walk out of the village and walk towards the mountain gate.

The original dozen or so people who were muttering under the big banyan tree did not leave, and looked at Zhao Zimeng's group of people in a daze.

"Uncle Teng, you can tell us now!"

"Comrade Public Security, I'll take you to meet someone."

"Who?"

"You'll find out when you get there."

Everyone followed behind Teng Laosan and walked towards the east of the village.

Aunt Teng walked into the door of her courtyard - she was going home to continue her lunch.

There is a academy four or five hundred meters away from the ancient banyan tree, which is called "Huishan Academy".

After going up more than a dozen steps, everyone came to the plaque of "Huishan Academy".

The house of this academy is very dilapidated, with gaps in the courtyard walls, sloping courtyard gates, and collapsed eaves.

"Uncle Teng, are there any students in this academy now?"

"There weren't any students here a few decades ago."

"So, the academy is abandoned, what is the use of it now?"

"The warehouse for the production team is not available to the students, but Mr. is still there."

"Is the gentleman still there?"

"Yes, Mr.'s surname is Deng, his name is Deng Xiangzhen, he is ninety and three this year, and he is long-lived, and it is this old gentleman that we want to meet. He is the oldest person in our stone village, and he is full of knowledge and knows a lot of things. It is estimated that Mr. Deng knows more about the matter of the Cold Moon Temple than the abbot of the Cold Moon Temple. ”

As they spoke, Zhao Zimeng and they walked into the gate of the academy.

Inside is a threshing floor, and on the north, east and west sides of the threshing field are dilapidated houses, and in the corridor in front of the houses are some farm tools, waterwheels, and wheelbarrows.

There is a round door on the east side of the north house.

Walk through the round gate and up the nine stone steps to enter a small courtyard with a high courtyard wall to the west, three main houses to the north, and two wing rooms to the east.

The door of the main house was ajar, and the courtyard was quiet.

A stone table, four drum-shaped stone benches are placed on the four sides of the stone table, and there are three plum blossoms, two banana trees, and two pomegranate trees on the side of the south courtyard wall.

"Mr. Deng, are you in the house?" Teng Laosan shouted tentatively.

"It's the third child! Come in. A vicissitudes of life but a powerful voice responded.

Zhao Zimeng couldn't help but sigh, this old Mr. Deng is so old, but his ears are so good, he can even hear whose voice it is.

"Mr. Deng, I'll bring a few people to meet you." Seeing that there was a response, Teng Laosan said with a smile.

"It's okay, come in!"

Teng Laosan pushed the door open completely.

The group walked into the hall one by one.

In front of a table in front of the window of the east room sat a gray-haired old man, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and holding an ancient book in his hand.

The afternoon sun shines gently through the window on the table.

Seeing someone enter the house, the old man stood up and walked out of the east room.

There is a table of eight immortals in the hall, and there is a long table behind the table of eight immortals, and a portrait of Confucius hangs on the wall behind the table.

There is one chair on each side of the Eight Immortals Table, and four chairs on the left and right sides in front of the Eight Immortals Table.

The chairs were spotlessly clean.

Zhao Zimeng admired: It is rare for an elderly man to be able to clean up the house so cleanly.

Teng Laosan walked up to the old man: "Mr. Deng, this is Captain Zhao of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Captain Zhao, this is Mr. Deng." ”

"Excuse me, Mr. Deng." Zhao Zimeng said with a smile.

"You're welcome." Mr. Deng looked at the visitor, neatly picked up a feather duster from the long table, dusted all the chairs, and then motioned for everyone to sit down on the chairs.

After the two sides sat down, Mr. Deng looked at Zhao Zimeng and said, "Captain Zhao didn't come here for the case of Cold Moon Temple?" ”

"Mr. Deng has already heard?" Zhao Zimeng didn't expect this old gentleman's heart to be like a mirror.

"The old man just walked around the stockade, and the people in the stockade were talking about it." Mr. Deng smiled.

"Mr. Deng, sure enough, your old man is right, eighty percent of the case in Cold Moon Temple is related to the rumors of Cold Moon Temple. Tell Captain Zhao about them. Teng Laosan had something to say.

"Yes! We have heard that Mr. Tang knows a lot of things and would like to ask him for some guidance. ”

"Don't dare to point out, but the rumors can be said. The old man didn't dare to say that the rumors must have something to do with the case. ”

"Please Mr. Deng."

"Third child, please go to the kitchen and pour some tea." Mr. Deng looked at Teng Laosandao.

Although Teng Laosan is also old, he is just a "hairy guy" in front of Mr. Deng, who is thirty out of ninety, and he got up respectfully.

"Mr. Deng, drink tea and be free! Don't dare to bother too much. Zhao Zimeng got up and stopped Teng Laosan.

"Drinking tea doesn't delay talking. Third, go ahead. ”

Teng Laosan nodded and walked out of the hall.

After a while, Teng Laosan walked in with a purple sand tea tray, and there were seven purple sand tea cups in the tea tray.

Mr. Deng leaned sideways and picked up a thermos from under the long table, and took out a jar of tea from the drawer of the long table.

He opened the tea caddy and placed some tea leaves in seven teacups.

This Mr. Deng's series of actions, Zhao Zimeng and they all saw it, at such an advanced age, not only is he mentally strong, but his hands and feet are also very flexible.

If Teng Laosan hadn't told them Mr. Deng's age in advance, Zhao Zimeng really couldn't believe that the old man in front of him was nearly 100 years old.

Teng Laosan picked up the hot water bottle and poured water into the teacup.

Cover the teacups one by one, and finally take a blue and white teacup from the desk in the East Room and put it on the table in front of Mr. Deng, open the lid, and add some water to it.

Teng Laosan brought the teacups one by one to the coffee table in front of the comrades.

Finally, he picked up a cup of tea and sat down in his seat.

Mr. Deng picked up the teacup, walked to the door, looked up at the door and said, "Captain Zhao, have you taken a walk around the temple?" "He's also very clear in his thinking.