"Those people are running around, and their whereabouts are uncertain. This time to restore the Buddha statue, we originally wanted to find Jiang Zihai to do it, but the people sent out did not find them, so we invited Master Zhou's engineering team from Quzhou. Wait a minute, I'll call Master Zhou over, they are peers, Master Zhou may know Jiang Zihai's whereabouts. ”

Supervisor Jueshui stood up and walked towards the door.

After a while, Master Jueshui led Zhou Jialiang in.

Master Jueshui led Zhou Jialiang to the meditation bed and sat down.

Zhou Jialiang's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his face and hands were stained with a few bits of mud that had dried.

An acolyte brought in a cup of tea.

Zhao Zimeng said: "Master Zhou, do you know Jiang Zihai?" ”

"I don't know, but I've heard that the group of people he led work in the monasteries in the south all the year round, and they have been doing it for decades, and we have only been doing it for more than ten years. Most monasteries look for them, but when they are too busy, some monasteries invite us. Zhou Jialiang's words are very realistic.

"In recent years, the state has cared about supporting religious causes, coupled with the development of tourism, almost all temples have to be restored, otherwise there will be no room for us to live."

"Now, Master Zhou thinks that Jiang Zihai is likely to work somewhere?"

"Last year, I heard that they were doing it in Bohao, and now, I'm afraid they are no longer in Bohao."

"Then which monastery are they doing in Bohao City?"

"I don't know, I just heard that they are doing it in Bohao. It's not hard to know which temple they work in. There are only four temples in Bohao, just ask them one by one. ”

Zhao Zimeng was worried that he couldn't find any trace of Jiang Zihai in Bo Hao: "Where is Jiang Zihai from?" ”

"I only know that he is from Nanya, and I don't know where he is from Nanya."

Zhao Zimeng took out a pen and notebook from his pocket, and wrote the words "Bohao, Nanya" on the notebook.

"Captain Zhao, the poor monk thinks of someone, you can ask him." Jueshui Supervisor said.

"Who?"

"The third family of Teng in Shizhai."

"Where is the stone village?"

"The last stockade you pass up the mountain is the stone village."

Zhao Zi remembered that on the way up the mountain, everyone passed through three villages in total.

Nashizhai is a large village with hundreds of households.

The village is only more than 200 meters away from the mountain gate of Lengyue Temple.

"Jueshui is right, Jiang Zihai lived in Teng Laosan's house in Stone Village when they were working in Lengyue Temple." The abbot of Xiuneng also remembered.

"They went to the Cold Moon Temple to work, why did they live outside the temple? Isn't there a place for them to live in the monastery? ”

"On the contrary, at that time, there were many empty meditation rooms in the temple, because the temple was in recession, and some monks couldn't stand the hardships here, so they went down the mountain to find their own way."

"Jiang Zihai suspects that the food in the temple is light, and only by partnering outside the temple can there be meat - those craftsmen are doing hard work, and they are in a hurry, and they don't have the strength to eat meat. So I went to Shizhai to find a family, they not only lived in Teng Laosan's house, but also ate three meals a day at Teng's house. ”

"Killing people is not for money, it is for love, and if it is not for love, it is for revenge." Zhou Jialiang said, "Craftsmen like us come out to work just to support their families, and they have nothing to do with money, so it is unlikely that they will kill their lives for money." Master Zhou analyzed it himself.

"We craftsmen are all bare-bones, no one drags our families with us, and we run around all year round, and we can't even rely on women's sides, so there is no possibility of love killing."

"We are not a family, or people in a village, we are close to each other, with our old age, where does the hatred come from? It's the possibility of financial killing, love killing, and vendetta killing, why do you have to go to the Cold Moon Temple to do it? ”

Zhou Jialiang's words caused Supervisor Jueshui to think: "Captain Zhao, there is one thing, the poor monk doesn't know whether to talk about it or not? ”

"Master Jueshui, it's okay for you to say." Zhao Zimeng became interested in Zhou Jialiang and Jueshui's words, and it seems that these locals know a lot of inside information.

"Okay, the poor monks and aunts say it in vain, and you aunts listen to it."

"Master Jueshui, please speak."

Teng Laosan's wife often came to the temple to wash the waterlogging and sewing for the monks, and often washed and sewed for the workers, and Teng Laosan cooked for them at home. Teng Laosan had a son who was working in the quarry, and his leg was broken by a stone, so the temple asked Teng Laosan's wife to come to the temple to do things to supplement the family. ”

"Teng Laosan and his wife are very familiar with Jiang Zihai's gang. Amitabha, didn't the deceased have a special tooth in his mouth? You ask Teng Laosan and his wife, maybe they can remember something. ”

Abbot Jueshui's words made Zhao Zimeng see the sun, and he thought quickly at the same time:

If the deceased was one of Jiang Zihai's gang, Teng Laosan and his wife, including their families, should know each other.

In addition to this very special tooth mentioned by Abbot Jueshui, there is also a simulated portrait that Ma Jianping is about to draw.

That's all there is to it for Abbot Xiuneng and Supervisor Jueshui, but it's already very rare.

Zhao Zimeng asked some other questions.

He felt that this story was very incomplete, as the background information of the "10.17" case, there would never be only such a little content, and Zhao Zimeng wanted to know more deeply.

"Abbot Xiuneng, the overhaul of the Cold Moon Temple fifteen years ago, is it a comprehensive overhaul?"

"The temple was so badly damaged that it can't be repaired."

"Can you please recall, what was repaired during that overhaul?"

"Repair the destroyed bodhisattvas, paint all the bodhisattvas, gild Maitreya, Shakyamuni and Guanyin Buddhas, pick up leaks in all buildings, paint all doors and windows, repair all stone steps. Also, the floor tiles of the Yingxia Hall and the Daxiong Hall have also been re-paved. Jueshui, think about it again, what else did Master Jiang and them repair. The abbot looked at Jueshui.

"Master, they paid off the silt of the lotus pond, and also renovated the pavilion and promenade on the lotus pond." Supervisor Jueshui said, "And the Zen temple where you live." ”

"Yes, age is not forgiving, and the old man's memory is getting worse and worse."

"Master, they also dug out the two wells of the East Zen Temple and the West Zen Temple."

"That's right! The two wells had been used for I don't know how many years, they had never been dug up, and the water already had a peculiar smell, so I asked them to dig the two wells together. ”

"Master Zhou, I see that these people under you have unique skills!"

"Don't dare to be it, it's all mixed food, that is, each has its own strengths." Zhou Jialiang was very modest in the face of Zhao Zimeng's praise.

"Oh, I won't be mistaken, Master Zhou doesn't have to be humble, what skills do these masters have? I'm a layman, but I'd like to ask you for advice. ”

"Hey, they all have their own division of labor, and some of them can make statues, that is, to shape Bodhisattva statues. They are also painters, some are stonemasons, who can carve stone statues of various shapes according to the requirements of the temple, some are carpenters, and they can carve all kinds of complex carving techniques, and some of them are well diggers. They did a job that ordinary masons and carpenters could not do. Zhou Jialiang counted the skills of his workers like a treasure.

Zhao Zimeng nodded appreciatively.

"Abbot Xiuneng, after that overhaul, have you lost anything valuable in the temple?"

"In addition to the Bodhisattva in the temple, it is the scriptures, the Bodhisattva gives people wealth, but he is poor, in this world, the Bodhisattva who has nothing to do with wealth is the Bodhisattva, where does the valuable things come from?" Cultivating the abbot of the Tao.

After talking about his son again, the group said goodbye to the abbot of Xiu Neng.

After leaving the abbot's monastery, Supervisor Jueshui led everyone to the stone village.

When passing by the Yingxia Palace, Zhao Zimeng saw an old Zen master who was older than the abbot of Xiu Neng.

It was not unusual to be older, but it was strange that he was sitting at a table and copying the scriptures as if no one was around.

Zhao Zimeng was attracted by the old monk and stopped in front of the table for a moment.

The old Zen master's small block letters are very beautiful, the key is that at this age, his hands are very stable and not shaking at all, which is even more rare.

Next to the old Zen master stood a young master about twenty-five years old, and the little master had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes. He stood respectfully in front of the table and polished the ink for the old Zen master.

The old Zen master seemed to sense that someone was watching him, raised his head to look at Zhao Zimeng and his party, and then waved his hand at the little master a few times.

The little master nodded smartly, put down the ink, and stood aside respectfully.

Zhao Zimeng was very interested in the way of communication between the old Zen master and the little master.

Could it be that both of them are dumb?

When he walked to the front steps of the Yingxia Palace, Zhao Zimeng said: "Master Jueshui, the person who copied the scriptures just now should be the oldest master in the temple!" ”

"Captain Zhao is right, he is Puji Zen Master, the oldest master in the temple, and he is eighty-six years old this year."

"Zen Master Puji's calligraphy is good!"

"Yes, most of the scriptures in the West Pavilion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were copied by him. In those years, a lot of scriptures were burned by a group of rebels, so we borrowed scriptures from other monasteries and asked Puji Zen Master to copy them. ”

"He's been in the Cold Moon Temple for some years!"

"Yes, Zen Master, he has been in the Cold Moon Temple for eighty-six years."

"Oh, eighty-six years! Then wasn't he born in the Cold Moon Temple? Zhao Zimeng was amazed by the old man's background.

"That's not it, it is said that when the Zen master was one year old, he was put outside the mountain gate. At that time, he was skinny and unconscious, and the old abbot at that time, Zen Master Renping, took him in, and after that, he stayed in Lengyue Temple. ”

Zhao Zimeng sighed in his heart: I see, this old Zen master can write a book in his bizarre life.

"I take the liberty of asking, could this old Zen master have any disability?"

"No, why did Captain Zhao ask this?" Supervisor Jueshui is inexplicable.

"I see what he was gesturing with the little master just now."

"Huh! Captain Zhao, that little master's name is Jing Neng," Supervisor Jueshui glanced back at the little master who was still standing next to the table, "Jing Neng is a mute, and his ears are not good, so Zen Master Puji can only use his hands to compare with him." ”

The reason why Zhao Zimeng was so interested in Zen Master Puji was that he wanted to find him to understand the situation.

This old Zen master of Puji is the person who has lived in Lengyue Temple for the longest time, and he should be very familiar with the situation in the temple.