"How do you do that?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"I ...... I put something in the water she was drinking, and then I ......" Xiu Neng covered his face with his hands in pain, and his remorse was overflowing.

"You go on."

"She—when she woke up, she was ashamed, and she committed suicide, I am not human! At that time, she was three months pregnant in her womb. ”

When the people present heard such a story that was unconscionable and unethical, they were full of disgust.

Ling Hu Yunfei and Zhao Zimeng cast contemptuous and hateful glances at Xiu Neng, and Lin Di, who was recording on the side, also looked at the sanctimonious monk in front of him with disdain.

"I've always loved her! Originally, my father and mother planned to marry her to me, but the person she fell in love with was not me, but my brother! I can't stand it, so I did such a foolish thing! "Xiu Neng actually argues for his bestiality.

This well-dressed abbot, no one expected that he would do such a shameless deed, which not only disgraced his parents and brothers, but also cut off his family's incense!

"My parents and younger brother don't want to report to the police, they hate me! But he didn't want me to go to jail, and he was afraid of losing face in his family. Finally swept me out of the house and left me to fend for myself. I had nowhere else to go, so I went to Lengyue Temple to become a monk. ”

"You are really human-faced and beast-hearted, and you don't even let go of your relatives." Ling Hu Yunfei rebuked sharply.

"I'm guilty!" Xiu Neng whimpered.

"What was your family's business?" Zhao Zimeng continued to ask.

"My family...... In the medicinal herb business, my family has a medical clinic, and my grandfather and father are both Langzhong...... I learned my medicine from them. In addition, the family also opened a dart game, mainly escorting their own medicinal materials, and also escorting darts to other businesses. Xiu Neng said while crying.

"Where is the Golden Buddha?" Zhao Zimeng changed the topic and asked.

"I really don't know. I really have nothing to do with Ge Zhenggen and Liu Abao's death, and I really don't know the whereabouts of the Golden Buddha. ”

At this time, Xiu Neng's rhetoric returned to the original point, he just refused to admit the fact of killing Ge Liu and the others.

"You don't know? You have confessed to the poisoning of Abbot Qingfeng, why do you flatly deny the crime of killing Ge Zhenggen and Liu Abao? ”

"It's what I do, I recognize. What I haven't done, how can you make me admit it! As for the Golden Buddha mentioned by Captain Zhao, I'm afraid it won't be in the Cold Moon Temple for a long time. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Didn't I say that earlier? I'm not the only one who covets the Golden Buddha! I never dreamed that the entrance to the underground palace was actually on the wall of the well of the East Zen Temple. I always thought that the entrance to the underground palace was not in the Yingxia Palace, but in the Daxiong Treasure Palace. ”

"When Ge Zhenggen and Liu Abao were digging a well in Dongzen Temple, I went to see it, and I just wanted them to dig the well cleaner. I didn't expect others to target them. I pondered that untitled poem for many years, but I didn't understand the deep meaning of it. ”

"Captain Zhao has this scripture in his hand, and I have been pondering it for many years, until you find the underground palace, I don't understand what is going on. The picture shows that the golden Buddha in the underground palace should be one large and four small, a total of five. ”

It turned out that Xiu Neng had already pondered the contents of the scriptures very thoroughly.

"Two crystal Buddha beads were left next to Liu Abao's corpse, how do you explain this?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"This string of hanging beads was passed on to me by Abbot Qingfeng, I didn't tell a lie, what it was like when it was transmitted, what it is like now, I really don't know what happened to those two beads!"

"I confess the crime of killing Abbot Qingfeng, if Ge Zhenggen and Liu Abao really killed me, then why don't I admit it! It's all killings, and it doesn't matter if there are more. Besides, you don't need to go through such a lot of trouble and effort. ”

"I don't think so, because I really have nothing to do with the death of these two men. If I admit it, then the real culprit will get away with it—won't I become a scapegoat and a ghost who has died unjustly! ”

The abbot of Xiuneng was resolute and denied the death of Ge and Liu.

Zhao Zimeng observed his expression, wondering in his heart how credible his words were, at present, except for the two crystal beads, there is indeed no stronger evidence to prove that the abbot of Xiu Neng is the murderer in this case.

"Do you know about poisoning Abbot Qingfeng's diet, do you know about Pure Water?"

"Pure water served me after the death of Qingfeng Lord, how can he know?"

"You hid the gold cake in the secret room in the deep pit at the door of the meditation room, do you know the pure water?"

"How could I let an acolyte know about such a thing? Although he was loyal and honest, I had to guard against it. ”

Xiu Neng also worked as an acolyte and had the same mental journey. He understands the truth that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, so it is normal to live the bellies of others with the heart of a villain and be defensive against pure water.

"You don't let Pure Water live with you, are you guarding against him?"

"Yes, since Abbot Qingfeng passed the seat to me, I only have one acolyte by my side, and there are some things that I don't want others to know."

"So the two of you pretend to be a black-clothed masked man together, and you carry pure water for such a secret thing, but you say that pure water doesn't know anything, so what does he know?"

"Pure water only knows about my night patrol in the temple."

"Night patrol? What night patrol? ”

"I said to Pure Water that I was patrolling the night, but I was actually looking for the secret channel mechanism of the underground palace."

"There was a monk in the temple who saw you climb on the head of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, is there such a thing?"

"Yes, I thought that the secret path mechanism of the underground palace must be in the Mahavira Treasure Hall - especially the body of the Guanyin Buddha?"

"Why are you so sure?"

"In this scripture, the lotus seat under Guanyin is exactly the same as the lotus seat under Guanyin in the Mahavira Temple. I've climbed to the statue more than once, I've tried everywhere, but I haven't found the mechanism of the tunnel. ”

After the interrogation, the comrades escorted the abbot of Xiuneng back to Lengyue Temple.

Zhao Zimeng asked Supervisor Jueshui to invite Zhou Jialiang.

When the comrades escorted Xiu Neng into the abbot's monastery, Zhou Jialiang came with a few craftsmen.

Supervisor Jueshui also invited several Zen masters from Puji, Kongyun, Huizheng and He.

Zen Master Puji did not live in the abbot monastery.

But the key to the abbot's temple was on his body at the moment—it was given to him by Supervisor Jueshui.

Since Zen Master Puji is already the abbot of Lengyue Temple, he should live in the abbot's Zen Temple, as for whether he can live or not, it is his business, and it is inconvenient for Jueshui to ask for it.

Zen Master Puji took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Jueshui's hand.

Jueshui took the key and opened the door to the meditation room.

Xiu Neng stood at the door of the meditation room, pushed the door open completely, pointed to a few floor tiles in the door and said, "Captain Zhao, the dark pit is under these floor tiles." ”

Zhao Zimeng looked down and saw that the floor of the meditation room was paved with square floor tiles, and the side length of each floor tile was about sixty centimeters.

Zhou Jialiang and a few craftsmen walked neatly into the meditation room without greeting, rolled up their sleeves, and used shovels to pry open the eight floor tiles one by one.

The floor tiles are full of soil, and the soil is very compact, and it seems that the abbot of Xiu Neng has not touched the floor tiles and the soil under the floor tiles for a long time.

"Xiu Neng, do you still want to pry the floor tiles?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"No, there's not much of a pit down there."

Zhou Jialiang and two craftsmen began to dig the earth.

Zhou Jialiang dug three shovels deep in the soil, but he has not yet seen the bottom.

"Xiu Neng, how deep is this soil."

"Dig up a shovel or two and you'll be fine."

Zhou Jialiang dug two more shovels of soil, and as soon as the third spade was stepped on, everyone heard a "click" - it should be that the shovel head touched a hard object.

The two craftsmen hurriedly shoveled the soil clean.

A bluestone slab is presented in front of everyone's eyes.

Zhao Zimeng visually inspected it, and the soil layer under the floor tiles was eighty or ninety centimeters deep, and ordinary people would not dig down when they dug forty or fifty centimeters.

The three men used shovels to dig up the soil on the edge of the stone slabs, which turned out to be two stone slabs, each about 100 centimeters long and 50 centimeters wide.

Two young craftsmen lifted the stone slabs, and there were two bluestone slabs pressed underneath.

"Xiu Neng, why do you want to put two layers of bluestone slabs?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"There are two layers of bluestone slabs, plus the soil and floor tiles on them, and when you knock the floor tiles with something, the sound is not hollow."

No wonder before, when Ma Jianping knocked on these floor tiles at the door with something, the sound was real!

Two craftsmen slowly moved the two stone slabs out of the way.

Zhou Jialiang and Wang Biao lifted the two stone slabs below. Underneath the slab is a rectangular pit made of blue bricks.

And in the pit were two blue jars, each with a lid at the mouth of the altar.

The rectangular pit is about 80 centimeters long, 60 centimeters wide, and 760 centimeters wide.

The two jars are the same size, with a diameter of 35 centimeters.

Zhou Jialiang opened the lid, grabbed the mouth of the altar with another craftsman, and laboriously carried the two jars out of the rectangular pit.

The jar is huge, the height is forty-five centimeters, the diameter of the mouth of the altar is eight or nine centimeters, and the diameter of the bottom of the altar is about thirty centimeters.

And they all gathered around.

The contents of the jar glowed with yellow light.

Zhao Zimeng picked up the jar and poured the contents of the jar to the ground.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw!

What came out of the jar was a real piece of gold!

These golden cakes are shaped like mushrooms with their necks removed, abrupt on one side and concave on the other.

It has a diameter of five centimeters and a thickness of one and a half centimeters.

Ling Hu Yunfei counted, and what came out of the first jar was sixteen pieces of gold cakes, and what came out of the second jar was also sixteen pieces of gold cakes.

Zen Master Puji asked the supervisor of Jueshui to take the two jars of gold cakes and put them into the account.

From now on, these thirty-two pieces of gold cakes will be used as the public family foundation of the Cold Moon Temple.

Zhou Jialiang and the two craftsmen left behind to clean up the aftermath.

The little master Jingneng was ordered to stay in the abbot's monastery.

Zhao Zimeng and his entourage went to the south pavilion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with Zen Master Puji and Supervisor Jueshui.

He was accompanied by Kongyun, Huizheng, Wei and three Zen masters.

When the group passed through the Daxiong Hall and passed through the east ear room, the monks were doing their own things as if no one was around.

That's what a monk should be! No matter what happened, everyone was unfazed and distracted.

Supervisor Jueshui helped Zen Master Puji up the stairs and came to the door of the South Pavilion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Zen Master Puji untied a key from his belt, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.