"Since Fa Zheng and Supervisor Jiecheng have a deep relationship, his master is buried in the back mountain of the Cold Moon Temple, he should stay in the Cold Moon Temple all the time!" Zhao Zimeng said.

"That's a long story." Cultivating the abbot of the Tao.

"I want to hear about it."

At that time, Fa Zheng was only a five or six month-old baby, still in infancy, and Jie Cheng took Fa Zheng back to the temple, and he has been following Master Cheng Cheng."

Later, Jiecheng took advantage of the opportunity to find Fazheng's mother. At the beginning, Fa Zheng's mother was unmarried and pregnant, and her parents forced their daughter to abandon Fa Zheng at the entrance of Mengdong Village for the sake of their own face. ”

Before he died, Master Jiecheng told him about Fazheng's life experience and the situation of his biological mother, and if Fazheng wanted to return to his mother, he could do what he wanted. A year after Master Jiecheng's death, Fa Zheng went down the mountain to find his mother. ”

"May I ask the abbot, is the Fa Zheng raised by Master Jiecheng?" Ma Jianping Road.

"Yes! Master Cheng and Fa Zheng are the same father and son. ”

"Who is Fazheng's father?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"I don't know that."

"Does Fazheng's mother already have a family of her own?" Xiao Luhan said.

"It should be."

"Master Jiecheng shouldn't be Fazheng's biological father!" Xiao Luhan blurted out.

When the abbot of Xiuneng and the supervisor of Jueshui heard this, they looked at each other and did not answer Xiao Luhan.

"Lu Han, don't talk nonsense." Zhao Zimeng admonished.

Xiao Luhan also felt that his words were inappropriate, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

After all, Jiecheng was the former supervisor of the Cold Moon Temple, and it was obviously inappropriate to criticize him in front of the abbot of Xiuneng and the supervisor of Jueshui.

"Master Jueshui, where can we find Fazheng?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"I don't know, I didn't say it, I didn't say it, and Fa Zheng didn't say it, it's inconvenient for us to ask about this kind of thing. Fazheng's mother should be a person from Mengdongzhai, Mengdongzhai is a small village with only 20 families, as long as you can find a girl who is unmarried and pregnant, and has no children, you can find Fazheng's mother, as long as you find Fazheng's mother, you will definitely be able to find him. ”

"When this temple was overhauled fifteen years ago, I saw that Jiecheng was really hardworking, so I handed over the Fazheng to Jiecheng to send. Those craftsmen are very familiar with the Fa. If you can find him, you might be able to find out something. "Cultivating the abbot Dao.

"Please tell me about the other monk." Zhao Zimeng said.

"Another monk is called Duanping, only he didn't leave the monastery on his own initiative."

"Didn't leave on your own? What's going on? ”

"Twelve years ago in July, Duanping privately had a relationship with a village girl in Dongshanzhai, violated the precepts, and damaged the reputation of Lengyue Temple. It was Jueshui who personally went down the mountain to send Duanping back to his hometown and handed it over to his parents. His parents also wanted him to be vulgar. We happened to have a good idea. ”

"What is the common name of Duanping? Where do you live? ”

"Duanping's common name is Duan Yin, and he lives in Liujiakou Village, Yaoping Town, Huzhou."

"Captain Zhao, these are the six monks who left the temple after the overhaul." Cultivating the abbot of the Tao.

"Thank you Abbot Xiu Neng and Master Jue Shui, fortunately, there is a log, and it is much easier for us to find it. The abbot of Xiuneng took care of the Cold Moon Temple so well, and we had traces to follow. Zhao Zimeng thanked.

"Buddhism is a quiet place, not a place to hide dirt and dirt, not who wants to come to come, the monks naturally have to feel the details clearly. We are all devout followers of the Buddha, and people who do not have the heart of the Buddha cannot serve the Buddha. "The abbot of Xiu Neng said to recite the Buddha.

"Let me ask one more question, among the monks of the Cold Moon Temple, especially among the six monks who left the temple, are there any people who know martial arts?" Zhao Zimeng thought of the masked man in black mentioned by Abbot Xiuneng, Master Jueshui, and Mr. Deng.

People who can fly the eaves and walk the wall and be elusive must be some skilled people.

Abbot Xiu Neng and Master Jue Shui looked at each other for a moment, then shook their heads.

"Usually, there are no monks practicing in the monastery?"

"No, the old man has to go around the monastery and the woods behind the monastery every morning, and he has never seen the monks practicing."

"Is there any monk who has practiced martial arts before becoming a monk?"

"The monastery's diary only records where the monks came from, and as for whether they have practiced or not, and what they have done before, the old man does not know."

After bidding farewell to the abbot of Xiuneng, the abbot of Xiuneng asked Supervisor Jueshui to send the comrades out of the abbot Monastery.

When the four of them returned to the Eastern Zen Temple, Ling Hu Yunfei, Xiang Daimo and Lin Di had not returned.

The four of them could only drink water while waiting for the arrival of Linghu Yunfei and the others.

The purpose of Ling Hu Yunfei, Xiang Daimo and Lin Di visiting Puji Zen Master was to confirm the rumors.

Of course, Linghu Yunfei also wanted to hear Zen Master Puji's opinion on the case.

When the three of them just walked to the door of Puji Zen Master's meditation room, Master Jingneng suddenly walked up to the three people, put his finger on his lips, and motioned to the three of them not to make a sound.

Linghu Yunfei fixed his eyes and saw that Zen Master Puji was sitting on the pu mat, chanting the sutras of Shakyamuni Buddha in the Buddha shrine.

The three of them could only stand outside the door and wait patiently.

Zen Master Puji was very religious, and the words in his mouth were vibrating, and the three of them could not hear it very clearly, and they could only hear a general idea.

Zen Master Puji, with his left hand stretched out and hanging down, turned a string of Buddhist beads on his right hand, and the two pieces of mouth turned up and down.

At first, the three of them didn't hear what he was muttering clearly, but gradually, everyone finally heard clearly.

Because Puji Zen Master came and went, it was always these few words.

"To be is nothing, to be there is nothing, to be alive is to die, to die is to live, to be right is to be not, and to be non is to be."

This is a Zen saying that often hangs on the tip of the tongue of monks, and those who say it know it, and those who listen to it are cloudy and foggy.

Zen Master Puji spoke very slowly, he took the trouble to repeat these words several times, after saying a word of Amitabha, he folded his hands, reverently kowtowed to the Bodhisattva three times, and then held the ground with one hand and slowly stood up.

The little master Jingneng pointed to the three people standing outside the door, babbling and gesturing with the master for a while.

Zen Master Puji looked at the three people indifferently, and the Buddha beads kept turning in his hand.

"Zen Master Puji, I'm disturbing you to participate in Zen and Buddha." Linghu Yunfei said.

"Please come in." Zen Master Puji has no superfluous courtesies.

The three of them cautiously walked into the meditation room.

The meditation room is divided into two rooms, the outer room is the place to meditate, and the inner room is the place to sleep.

There are two beds in the room, one large and one small, the big bed should be Puji Zen Master's, and the small bed should be Jing's.

A ninety-three-year-old man really needs to be served closely.

There is a meditation bed outside, and in the middle of the meditation bed is a low coffee table, in front of the meditation bed, there are two chairs and a coffee table on the left and right sides.

Zen Master Puji sat on the right side of the meditation bed, Jing Neng led Ling Hu Yunfei to the left side of the meditation bed and sat down, while Xiang Daimo and Lin Di sat on the chairs on both sides.

There was a table on the right side of the door, and inside the table was a cabinet, and Jing Neng opened the cabinet and took out three blue and white teacups and a tea caddy from it.

Jing Neng opened the lid of the water bottle on the table, poured a little boiling water, and swiped the three teacups.

Pour the water from the teacup into the wooden barrel under the table, then open the tea canister, pour some tea leaves into the teacup, pour most of the water into the teacup, close the lid, and finally bring the teacup to the three people.

Puji waved his hand at Jing Neng, who picked up an empty water bottle and walked out of the meditation room, closing the door.

When Jing Neng's footsteps disappeared at the top of the stairs, Zen Master Puji finally spoke: "You must have come for the case that happened in the Daxiong Treasure Hall." ”

"Yes, it's so late, we still come to disturb the master, and please forgive Zen Master Puji."

"It's okay." Master Puji's words were short and powerful.

"Zen Master Puji, we have just arrived, our eyes are dark, and we have some questions I want to ask Zen Master." Linghu Yunfei was shocked by the aura of Puji Zen Master, and his speech became very polite.

"The big and small affairs in the temple are all handled by the supervisor of Jueshui, and it is the same to ask him, and it is also okay to ask the abbot of Xiu Neng."

"The Zen master is the oldest in the Cold Moon Temple, and he has been in the temple for the longest time, so he should know a lot about the affairs of the Cold Moon Temple."

"The poor monk is old, and his memory is not as good as before." Zen Master Puji's eyes were slightly closed.

"When something like this happens in a monastery, only by figuring out this case can the monks serve the Buddha with peace of mind. Cold Moon Temple is a Buddhist holy place with a history of more than 1,000 years, and we have a responsibility to the Buddha, the monks in the temple, and all the pilgrims. Linghu Yunfei said earnestly.

The "we" in Linghu Yunfei's words naturally also include all the monks in the temple.

It is the duty of every monk in the monastery to assist the police in solving this case.

"As long as it is something that the old man can remember, he must know everything and say everything." Zen Master Puji said with a smile.

"Thank you very much, Master Puji."

"You're welcome."

The three of them took the liberty to visit, and although Zen Master Puji was a little cold, he was able to have such an attitude, which was a good start.

"What does Zen Master Puji think of this case?"

"Fifteen years ago, the Cold Moon Temple underwent a major overhaul, and you should find the answer in that overhaul. Most of the deceased were hidden in the bodhisattva's belly during the overhaul. The old man heard that the deceased was a craftsman? ”

"Yes, we have asked the Teng family, the Xiuneng host, and the Jueshui Zen master of the stone village to see the portrait of the deceased, and they all say that this person is a well digger named Ge Zhenggen."

"The murder of this person may be related to the rumors of the Cold Moon Temple."

From the words of Zen Master Puji, it can be seen that he, like the old Mr. Deng in the stone village, is convinced of the rumors of the underground palace and the Golden Buddha of Lengyue Temple.

Mr. Deng from Stone Village also said the same. Are the rumors of the dungeon and the Golden Buddha true? ”

"Ever since the old man came to the Cold Moon Temple, there have been rumors of the underground palace and the Golden Buddha. It is an open secret that every monastery has the treasure of the town. For quite some time before the overhaul, there were masked men in black who searched the monastery for a period of time when it was more quiet. ”

"According to Zen Master Puji, the man in black with a masked face is a person from outside the temple or a person from the temple."

"It's a temple person. When these two people came to Lengyue Temple, I am afraid that they were looking for the underground palace and the golden Buddha in the underground palace. Zen Master Puji spoke firmly.

"These two? Are you sure it's two people? ”