"It's in the westernmost room of the Scripture Hall—there are three rooms in the Hall. The room in the middle is being renovated. ”

Coincidentally, Jingping, Qing Shui, and Mo Wei all live in the same meditation room in the West Zen Temple; Both Zhishui and Xiuzhu live in the same room as the Tibetan Scripture Hall.

"Before Jingping left, he lived there alone, and Qing Shui and Mo Wei also lived there alone before they went down the mountain?"

"Not bad."

All three of them lived alone, and as a result, all three of them disappeared mysteriously, which is probably not an accidental coincidence!

"Is it true that the water stop and the bamboo are also living alone?"

"Yes, there are three meditation rooms in the Tibetan Scripture Hall, and Zhishui and Xiuzhu live in the room on the west side—the room where the ritual vessels are stored."

"Did Zhishui and Xiuzhu also live alone in that room?"

"Not bad." Wu Jing said thoughtfully, "It's really strange to think about it now, why did Abbot Huijue let them live alone?" ”

"There are three rooms in the Scripture Hall, what do the other two do?"

"The other two rooms store the scriptures, and they are also the places where the abbot of Huijue participates in the meditation and teaching. In addition to the quiet courtyard, the Tibetan Scripture Hall is a place where the Huijue host often stays. ”

"In the temple, which master has the best calligraphy?" Zhao Zimeng could only ask so shallowly.

"The masters in the temple can write, but Abbot Huijue and Master Nian Ci write the best."

It is unlikely that the person who wrote the note could be Mrs. Nian Ci, let alone the abbot of Huijue.

"Apart from Abbot Huijue and Master Nian Ci, who else has the best handwriting?"

"And four more."

"Who are they?"

"Master Mo Ran's handwriting is very good, Ning He is counted as one, Autumn Leaves is also counted as one, and there is no worries."

"Master Wujing, can you promise not to tell anyone what we talked about today?"

"I can assure you that I usually do things and never talk to people, and I have not said as much as I said tonight after so many years in the temple. Wu Jing also hoped that the public security comrades would not mention tonight's incident to anyone. ”

"Good." Zhao Zimeng looked at Lin Di.

Lin Di took out a notebook from his purse, and took out the yellow paper with the address written on it from the notebook.

"Master Wujing, look at who wrote the words on this piece of paper?"

Wu Jing took the note from Lin Di's hand and looked at it seriously.

The seven of them all looked at Wu Jing's face intently.

A minute later, Wu Jing handed the note to Lin Di and shook her head.

There is a reason why Wu Jing shook her head: in Mingchen Nunnery, there is a rule that everyone who comes here to practice is to copy the scriptures in life.

Whether it is practicing words or copying scriptures, the purpose is to let the nuns calm down, self-cultivation, practicing words and copying scriptures is also one of the homework in the monastery, every day to prescribe a certain amount, over time, almost all nuns can write. There are only two types of body that everyone practice, and everyone writes very differently, no wonder Wu Jing can't recognize it.

It seems that it is impractical to find the person who wrote the note by handwriting and font.

At the end of the conversation, Wu Jing said one sentence twice: Don't let anyone in the temple know about tonight's events.

After sending Wu Jing away, Ling Hu Yunfei had the opportunity to talk about his own affairs:

This afternoon, Ling Hu Yunfei walked around the inside and outside of the temple and found two strange things.

The first strange thing:

Linghu Yunfei met a little Taoist priest chopping wood on the top of the mountain.

"Could it be that there is a Taoist temple near Mingchen Temple?" Zhao Zimeng was inexplicably surprised.

"Yes, near Mingchen Nunnery, there is indeed a Taoist temple."

"Where is the Taoist temple?" Xiang Daimo asked.

"At the southern foot of the mountain to the east, it is only three or four miles away from the Ming Chen Nunnery. I was curious, so I took a trip. ”

"What's the name of the Taoist temple?"

"It's called Purple Cloud View. Standing on the Famen Tower, you can see the Purple Cloud Temple. Take time, I'll take you around, the incense there is quite strong. ”

"Captain Linghu, have you gone to the tower?" Xiao Luhan said.

"After returning from the Purple Cloud Temple, I went to the Famen Pagoda to have a look. The straight-line distance between Mingchen Nunnery and Ziyunguan is only one or two miles. ”

Zhao Zimeng thought thoughtfully: "Yunfei, what about the second thing?" ”

"The second thing has something to do with the first thing, on my way back from Ziyun Temple, when I was resting on the hillside, I accidentally saw a figure flashing on the Famen Tower, otherwise, I wouldn't have climbed to the Famen Tower on a whim?"

"Is this person spying on you?"

"I suspect that although she flashed quickly, I could see clearly the hat on her head and the monk's robe on her body. This person should be a nun of Ming Chen'an. But when I climbed to the Famen Tower, the man was gone. ”

"The door lock of the Famen Tower is not locked?"

"Nope. I asked a nun, and the door of the Famen Tower was never locked. ”

"Tomorrow morning, let's go up and have a look, and after that, we will go to the Purple Cloud Temple."

Zhao Zimeng looked at his watch, the time was a quarter past eight, it was still early, and on the edge of the well in the middle of the courtyard, there were several nuns washing clothes.

It's too early to go to bed now, so Zhao Zimeng decided to go to the Tibetan Scripture Hall to have a look.

So, the five people walked out of the meditation room, along the corridor on the east side of the West Zen Temple, and entered the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

There is no one in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the hall is gloomy and terrifying, only the sitting statue of the Buddha is lit in front of three lamps, and the flames are swaying and shaking under the blowing of the Buddha. The light is bright and dark.

Everyone walked through the Daxiong Hall and walked into the Hall of Meditation.

The Jingwu Hall is dark, and there is not a single lamp lit in it, probably to save lamp oil! Bodhisattvas never know about rest, there is so much suffering in the world, they don't have time to rest.

Think about it, this Bodhisattva is really hard, even if he is resting, he is still with his eyes open, sitting upright, and the Bodhisattva who sits is not bad, compared to those Bodhisattvas who stand up to the sky and the earth all day and night, the author is a little puzzled: When those who created the Buddha created the Buddha, why didn't they think that the Buddha also had to sleep and rest.

Think about it, whether it is Hongchen or Buddhism, the Bodhisattva is the most miserable. All sentient beings are counting on the Buddha to save the suffering, and Pudu Cihang is really enough for the Bodhisattvas to work hard.

Fortunately, Xiang Daimo has a flashlight on his hand, everyone knows that even in broad daylight, people will have a creepy feeling when they pass through the hall, and the current Jingwu Hall is like hell, in the dark, those large and small, standing or sitting Bodhisattvas are like ghosts in the Yama Palace.

When everyone walked to Guanyin Bodhisattva, probably because of the wind in the hall, the cloak on Guanyin's body suddenly shook, and faintly, Zhao Zimeng also heard a squirming sound.

Xiang Daimo swept a few times back and forth on Guanyin Bodhisattva's body with a flashlight, the cloak on Guanyin's body was still fluttering, and in the beam of the flashlight, obvious dust could be seen, and the shaking of the cloak seemed to have nothing to do with the wind, because when the comrades walked to the back door, they did not feel the existence of a little wind.

The point is that there is a standing Buddha statue on each side of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and these two Buddha statues also have a long mantle on their bodies, and the cloaks on these two Bodhisattvas are as immovable as sculptures.

Obviously, Guanyin's cloak must have been touched by something. If there were no rats and weasels in the main hall, then it must be a human who touched the cloak. What do people do when they come to the Hall of Enlightenment?

Ling Hu Yunfei and Xiang Daimo walked out of the back door of the Jingwu Hall and turned left, followed by the other five people.

Xiang Daimo turned around and pointed to the quiet courtyard: "That is the quiet courtyard of Abbot Huijue." ”

The silence of the quiet courtyard is abnormal, the night shrouded the Ming Chen'an is very quiet, the abbot of Huijue's quiet courtyard is especially silent - it is the kind of chilling, creepy silence, living alone in such a place, you really need courage and guts, the abbot of Huijue is a monk who has attained the Tao.

"Someone." Xiao Luhan walked up to Zhao Zimeng and said in a low voice.

Dozens of meters away from everyone, there was indeed a figure—a swaying figure mixed in a chaotic shadow.

"Who?" Xiang Daimo said as he pointed the light of the flashlight at the black shadow.

"It's me."

The dark shadow turned to his senses and said as he tied his trouser belt.

Walking up, Xiang Daimo finally saw clearly, this person was the craftsman Master Chen - he was unraveling.

Buddhism is pure, peeing casually, this is obviously inappropriate, so Master Chen is a little embarrassed: "The thatched toilet is relatively remote, and the black light is blind, so I am here for convenience, sorry, I stained your eyes." Master Chen recognized Xiang Daimo and Lin Di.

"Is it so dark and blind at night in the Jingwu Temple?"

"Yes, as soon as it gets dark, there is no one in the hall. Where are you going? ”

"We want to go and see the Scripture Hall."

"Go, you come with me."

Master Chen led the seven people to the corridor in front of the meditation room, where some scaffolding was strapped to it.

In the first room, there were four men playing cards, and in the dim candlelight, the four of them were playing vigorously, completely unaware of the people in the hallway.

The eight men walked straight to the third, westernmost room.

This is the house where Zhishui and Xiuzhu once lived.

There is a lock on the door of the meditation room.

Xiang Daimo flicked the lock.

"Is this room inhabited too?" Zhao Zimeng asked.

"This is a storeroom, and there are some magic utensils and sundries piled up in it."

"Do you have the key to this meditation room?"

"No, the door to the meditation room was locked all the time when we came."

"Who gave you the keys to these two meditation rooms?"

"It was given to us by Abbot Huijue."

The key to the third meditation room must be in the hands of Abbot Huijue.

Xiang Daimo and Zhao Zimeng walked to the west hill of the third meditation room,

The walls of the second room had just been laid. Standing on the base of the north gable of the Tibetan scripture hall, you can see the back walls of the first and third rooms.

It turns out that the north wall of the third room is connected to the mountain, and the north wall of the second and third rooms is also connected to the mountain.