"What's the problem?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"Fa Zheng may have seen me, so ......," Pure Water said thoughtfully.

"When he left the temple, he had something in his hand, much like a shovel—I couldn't see it because it was so far away. I thought to myself, what did he do when he ran to the cemetery of Commandment in the middle of the night? ”

The clean water searched the intestines and scraped the stomach, and shook out all the things in the memory.

"And ......" Purifying Water frowned.

It seems that what Purifying Water wants to say to Zhao Zimeng is not just the above sentences.

"What else? As long as you feel that something is wrong or abnormal, you can say it. If you can help us win the case of the Cold Moon Temple, we can open the net and deal with it leniently. Zhao Zimeng's encouragement followed at the right time.

"When the poor monk was on his night patrol, he had seen the admonition many times. But every time I saw him, he walked like a fly, and I couldn't tell that he was sick at all, and he was completely like two people during the day. ”

"And after Supervisor Cheng saw the poor monk, he pretended to be weak during the day."

"What does Supervisor Cheng look like during the day?"

"During the day, whenever the poor monk met him in the monastery, he would bow his head and bend over, walk very slowly, take very small steps, and sometimes, cover his mouth and cough a few times - he looked very weak."

"The poor monk always felt that the illness of the supervisor was faked."

The statement of water purification is consistent with the statement of the two Zen masters, Weihe and Huizheng.

"Have you told Abbot Xiu Neng about this?"

"No, so many things have happened in the Cold Moon Temple, and now I think of these things."

"At that time, the poor monk didn't feel that there was anything inappropriate, the pure water was just a monk, between the abbot and the supervisor, it was natural to be cautious, what should not be said, the pure water would not be said casually."

The situation provided by the water purification further proves the judgment of the two Zen masters, Weihe and Huizheng.

When I returned to the Cold Moon Temple, it was a quarter past eleven o'clock in the night.

Zen Master Weihe and Huizheng sat anxiously in the gatehouse of Zen Master Kongyun and waited for Zhao Zimeng and his party to return to the temple.

The three Zen masters told Zhao Zimeng that the abbot of Puji had agreed with his comrades to open Jiecheng's coffin to see what was going on—the time was set for tomorrow morning.

There was no incident overnight, and everyone was looking forward to the next morning's open coffin autopsy.

That night, Zhao Zimeng, Linghu and Xiang Daimo lived in the abbot's monastery.

In a new environment, the abbot's monastery was too quiet, and the three of them chatted for a long time before falling asleep.

After resting, Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Xiang Daimo made a bold prediction about the outcome of the coffin:

One possibility is that there may be an empty coffin in the grave of Supervisor Jiecheng.

The second possibility is that the coffin had corpses, but the corpses were not the corpses of the Supervisor of Commandment.

It is also possible that there are corpses in the coffin, and that they are indeed the remains of the Commandment.

The worst is the third possibility, and no one wants such a scenario to happen.

However, if this is the third result, then the comrades can only pin their hopes on Fa Zheng.

If Fa Zheng leaves the Cold Moon Temple normally, there is no problem, then all the previous investigation and analysis, including the suspicions of several old Zen masters, will be zero, and the efforts of the comrades will be in vain.

At that time, I had to find another way to find a clue again.

If it's the second outcome, it's not too bad, but I'm afraid it will take some work and time.

If Fa Zheng wants to play the tricks of peach for Li Zhuang, transferring flowers and trees, and hiding from the world and the sea, and exchanging other people's corpses for admonition, he must find the source of the corpse.

A day or two before and after Supervisor Jiecheng drove the crane west, there must have been someone who died in the village near Lengyue Temple.

In the end, the three of them agreed that the first possibility is relatively large, and that the precepts and the Fazheng are doing what they think are seamless.

In fact, fifteen years have passed, and if it weren't for the craftsman who found Ge Zhenggen's body in the Buddha's belly, no one would have thought of finding Liu Abao's whereabouts.

And what happens later will not happen!

Several old Zen masters would not suspect the cause of Abbot Qingfeng's death, let alone suspect that there was a problem with the death of Supervisor Cheng Cheng.

All of these suspicions came after the case of the Cold Moon Temple.

Although everyone is looking forward to this first possibility, the outcome will not be known until the coffin is opened.

After breakfast the next morning, Supervisor Jueshui led the comrades to the Houshan cemetery.

Puji Zen Master, Kong Yun, Hui Zheng, Wei and the four masters also came.

Supervisor Jueshui also brought several monks.

Among these monks, Zhao Zimeng saw a familiar face, he was Master Huairen.

Master Huairen and two other monks also carried shovels on their shoulders.

Supervisor Jueshui also invited five craftsmen, among whom were Zhou Jialiang and Wang Biao, and four craftsmen held shovels in their hands.

Master Wang Biao carries two crowbars on his shoulders.

Behind the monks stood a few villagers who had come to the back mountains to collect herbs and prey.

There was a man with a shotgun on his shoulder, and a small wild boar hanging from the head of the shotgun.

Many of the villagers in the vicinity of Lengyue Temple make a living by picking herbs and hunting, and the hunters put down their traps and put clips in the evening of the first day, and go to the mountains to collect their prey the next morning.

Zhao Zimeng and Puji Zen Master walked to the tombstone of Supervisor Jiecheng.

Supervisor Jiecheng was born on September 7, 27 and died on May 29, 77.

When Supervisor Cheng died of illness, he was 51 years old.

Not surprisingly, a 51-year-old man is in the prime of life.

Looking at it this way, the suspicions of several old Zen masters are justified.

Jiecheng is a supervisor, although he is in charge of the big and small things in the temple, but the monks in the temple are responsible for their duties, there is no one who eats idle food, and there are few things that the supervisor of Jiecheng worry about, and he will indeed not become sick from hard work!

This is the second time Zhao Zimeng has seen the tombstone of Supervisor Jiecheng.

As with digging the grave of Abbot Qingfeng, Supervisor Jueshui first burned incense and prayed before digging.

Five craftsmen and three monks gathered in a circle and began to swing their shovels.

The others stepped back and stood aside.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, the monks in the temple will come to the cemetery to pay respects, weed, prune miscellaneous trees, and fill the soil is a must-do.

Each tomb has a lot of earth, and even if there are some caves and collapsed places, they are new caves and newly collapsed.

In about half an hour, Wang Biao and Huairen's shovels had already dug into the lid of the coffin.

The color on the lid of the coffin has faded a lot.

The coffin had begun to rot - but only on the surface, and when the shovel fell on it, there would be a deeper opening.

When the shovel mouth was scratching the soil on the coffin lid, the spade mouth was able to cut a layer.

If the surface of the coffin is not rotten, there will only be a slight scratch on the shovel.

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei walked up to Zhou Jialiang: "A few masters pause. ”

Zhou Jialiang shook his hand at everyone, and all seven shovels stopped.

"Master Zhou, please dig a relatively wide deep trench around the coffin, and when digging a deep trench, pay attention to whether there are gaps and holes in the connection between the coffin lid and the coffin." Zhao Zimeng said.

Zhao Zimeng thought to himself that if Fa Zheng was doing tricks and feet on the coffin, there would definitely be gaps and holes in the connection between the coffin lid and the coffin.

When the coffin is buried in the soil, there will be less and less air in the coffin, and people need air, and if there is no air, they will suffocate to death.

If there is a gap – or a hole – there is a hollow bamboo pole leading to the outside of the mound – and the person staying inside the coffin can breathe fresh air.

The person who stayed in the coffin could not get out, and could only wait for his accomplice to dig up the soil on the coffin with a shovel and pry open the lid of the coffin before he could get out of the grave.

Digging up the soil on the coffin can only be done when people are more quiet, and during the time between lying in the coffin and climbing out of the coffin, what Jie Cheng needs is to wait.

"Wang Biao, one of us is on one side, and the others are resting. Wang Biao, when digging the soil, the shovel should never touch the coffin, and try to pull the soil next to the coffin by hand. Do you understand? ”

"Master, I understand."

Several other people took two steps back and stood a few steps behind Zhou Jialiang and Wang Biao to watch.

Zhou Jialiang and Wang Biao began to dig the soil on both sides of the coffin, the soil on both sides of the coffin was very hard, and it took several times to dig a spade before the spade mouth went down.

The three Zen masters, Huizheng, Weihe, and Kongyun, whispered while watching.

When the supervisor was buried, the grave was dug by the three of them.

The length and width of the pit is slightly larger than that of the coffin, as long as the coffin can be lowered, and the depth of the pit must be deeper than the height of the coffin.

After digging to a spade deep and two shovels wide, Wang Biao walked to the end of the coffin, and Zhou Jialiang walked to the head of the coffin.

Zhou Jialiang stepped on the first spade, he was very surprised, he didn't use a little force, the shovel sank deep into the soil, and the soil at the head of the coffin was extremely loose.

Huizheng, Wei, and the two Zen masters walked up to Zhou Jialiang—they didn't feel right.

Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and other teammates from the criminal investigation team surrounded him.

Zen Master Huizheng took the shovel from Zhou Jialiang's water and dug four shovels of soil at the head of the coffin, and the fourth spade was sixty centimeters away from the head of the coffin: "Captain Zhao, Abbot Puji, this is not right!" ”

Jing Neng helped Zen Master Puji to walk to Zen Master Huizheng: "Huizheng, what's the matter?" ”

Weihe took the shovel from Huizheng's hand and used the spade head to shake the soil a few times: "Huizheng is right, the grave was dug by a few of us, because the soil is too hard, we have to dig the grave with great effort." ”

"I was standing here when I put the coffin in the grave, and the edge of the pit was at most a fist's width from the coffin's head. But now, the edge of the pit was two steps away from the coffin. ”

Huizheng said: "There is really a problem with Jiecheng, the soil here has obviously been dug up. ”

He and the Zen master dug more than a dozen shovels of soil.

Soon, a pit about 80 centimeters long and 60 centimeters wide appeared at the head of the coffin.

The soil between the edge of the pit and the coffin is very soft.

The edge of this pit is unusually obvious!