"I haven't had time to turn around yet." Zhao Zimeng said.

"If you have time, you should go to the Linggu Tower to have a look." Mr. Deng said meaningfully.

At this time, standing at the door of the hall, you can see the Linggu Pagoda standing behind the abbot of the Cold Moon Temple in the distance.

"Oh? Mr. Deng, is there anything strange on the Linggu Tower? Zhao Zimeng looked in the direction of the tower and said.

"This Linggu Tower has a total of nine floors, there is a stone tablet on the ninth floor, the stone tablet is engraved with a poem, this poem is too deep Zen, so far no one can understand the mystery of it, and the successive abbots of Lengyue Temple do not understand its meaning." The more Mr. Deng talked, the more mysterious it became.

"What kind of poem is it?"

The poem is untitled, just four sentences, twenty words. Come here, I'll write to you. Mr. Deng stood up and walked into the East House.

There is a pile of rice paper and an inkstone on the desk, and there is ink in the inkstone that has not been polished for a long time.

Next to the inkstone, there is also a pen holder and two tiger-shaped paperweights, on which three brushes are hung: large, medium and small.

Mr. Deng picked up a piece of rice paper and spread it out.

Teng Laosan pressed two paperweights on the two ends of the rice paper.

Mr. Deng picked up a medium-sized brush from the pen stand, dipped it in the inkhole of the inkstone, and then wrote the following four sentences on rice paper: "The purple gas comes from the east, brushes me on the mirror platform, the light of the Buddha is there, how can it cause dust." ”

Twenty words, Mr. Deng did it in one go, and his hands never trembled.

Zhao Zimeng looked at the words and was also vigorous and upright, and his pen was strong.

"What a word! Mr. Deng, who wrote this poem? Zhao Zimeng asked.

"The author did not leave a name, but the old man guessed that it should be the person who built this Cold Moon Temple."

"What is the main thrust of this poem, sir?"

On the surface, it is a warning that only those who are free from distractions and are easily satisfied can have infinite well-being. The inner meaning is deeply hidden, and ordinary people cannot understand it. The old man said that Zen is very deep, and that's what it means. ”

What does the gentleman think of this untitled poem? In your opinion, what is the Zen meaning hidden in this poem? Zhao Zimeng asked.

"Old and elusive, this poem should be related to the legendary treasure of the temple."

"Oh? The treasure of the temple? When the people present heard these four words, they all became interested and looked directly at Mr. Deng.

"Legend has it that the people who built the temple built the underground palace before building the temple, and the treasure of the temple was hidden in this underground palace."

"Mr. Deng, do you know what the treasure of the temple is?"

"The legend is that it is a half-human-tall golden Buddha, and this legend comes from this poem. What happened today at the Cold Moon Temple...... The rumors of the Golden Buddha should be true, and there is nothing else in the temple. According to the old decay, only the Golden Buddha can make people kill. ”

"Could the Buddha in the poem be the Bodhisattva in the main hall?" Zhao Zimeng is also speculating about the relationship between this poem and the case.

"Oh, the Buddha in the hall often stirs up dust, and only the golden Buddha hidden in the underground palace and does not see the light of day is difficult to cover the dust." Mr. Deng smiled.

"Do you want to say that the deceased probably discovered the Golden Buddha, which led to the murder?"

"The deceased may be one of those craftsmen. Fifteen years ago, the Cold Moon Temple underwent a major overhaul, and it was possible for the craftsmen to come into contact with the legendary secrets during the overhaul. ”

Mr. Deng's judgment coincides with Zhao Zimeng's judgment.

Mr. Deng then threw out a mysterious message: "Fifteen years ago, before the overhaul, there were often people in black looking for it in the Cold Moon Temple. The Man in Black hasn't been seen since that overhaul. ”

"There are black-clothed people in the temple, how can the people in the stone village know?" Zhao Zimeng felt more and more that the whole thing was mysterious.

"There were three people in the village who went to Lengyue Temple to become monks, and later, when the temple was in a recession, they went back to the world and found another way."

"Mr. Deng, is the Golden Buddha no longer in the Cold Moon Temple?"

"It's hard to say, in short, since the overhaul fifteen years ago, the Cold Moon Temple is no longer haunted. Maybe it's gone. ”

"Is the man in black from the temple or from outside the temple?"

"Dressed in black, with a black turban, and a black cloth covering his face, nine times out of ten he is a person in the temple, and the haunting of the Cold Moon Temple late at night is not a matter of one or two days." Mr. Deng said.

"How long has it been?"

"Mao Ergou of the stone village was a monk in the Cold Moon Temple twenty-six years ago, and on the first night he went to the Cold Moon Temple, he met the man in black, and in the eleven years after that, the man in black was haunted and never stopped."

"According to you, the ghost is the inner ghost, the monk in the monastery."

"The man in black is haunted, he should be looking for the rumored Golden Buddha. You must know that not all the monks in the monastery are those who have seen through the red dust and the four major emptiness, and there are many people with delusions. ”

Zhao Zimeng heard Mr. Deng's words in his heart: the murderer of the deceased was not among the craftsmen, but among the monks of Lengyue Temple.

According to Mr. Deng, the Golden Buddha may no longer be in the Cold Moon Temple.

If the Golden Buddha is not in the Cold Moon Temple, then the murderer may also have left the Cold Moon Temple, and after the Golden Buddha arrives, will he still stay in the Cold Moon Temple?

Zhao Zimeng picked up a pen and notebook, and wrote a line of words on the notebook: After the overhaul, the monks who left the Cold Moon Temple.

Now, Zhao Zimeng feels that there are two lines to investigate this case, one is Jiang Zihai and the craftsmen, and the other is the monks of Lengyue Temple.

If the rumors are true, then the case of Cold Moon Temple is very likely to be a financial homicide.

"Mr. Deng, what does the deep Zen meaning of this poem want to imply except that it is related to rumors?"

"I've been thinking about this question for a long time, but I don't have a clue, maybe ......"

"Mr. Deng might as well speak up."

"The person who found the underground palace and took the Golden Buddha may have read the deep Zen meaning of this poem. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to understand the mystery of this, unless we ......"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you find the dungeon - or find the murderer."

When leaving Huishan Academy, Zhao Zimeng took Mr. Deng's ink treasure with him.

Mr. Deng sent Zhao Zimeng and his entourage out of Huishan Academy.

On the way back to Lengyue Temple, Ling Hu Yunfei said his thoughts: "Team Zhao, if the murderer is a monk in the temple, how did he cut a square hole in the standing bones, and after hiding the corpse, how did he restore the standing bones and clay sculptures to their original shapes?" ”

"I see what you mean, you're saying that only those craftsmen can restore the bones and clay sculptures to their original state. I'm thinking about this too. ”

"Team Zhao, the square cave is behind Shakyamuni Buddha, in a place that people can't see, even if it is done roughly, if you don't pay special attention, you won't be able to find it." Xiang Daimo said.

"Team Zhao, should we ask Foreman Zhou, did they see anything wrong before they pried open the clay on Shakyamuni Buddha's back?" Lin Di said, "If a professional craftsman does it, it will definitely be different from the work done by a layman. ”

"Yes, back to the monastery, we'll go to Foreman Zhou and ask."

"There's another possibility." Xiao Luhan said suddenly.

"Luhan, what do you want to say?"

"It is possible that the deceased was killed at the end of the overhaul. After the craftsmen put on the plastic clay, the murderer picked up the plastic clay, sawed open the bones, hid the body in the stomach of Sakyamuni, fixed the bones, sealed the plastic clay, and then smoothed it with a mud trowel. ”

"What Lu Han said is not unreasonable, in short, the murderer may have used the gap between the clay and the painting on the craftsman to hide the body of the deceased in the belly of the Bodhisattva." Linghu Yunfei said.

The exchange between the comrades was not over, and the group walked into the mountain gate.

Everyone went straight to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

When passing through the Yingxia Palace, Zen Master Puji was still copying scriptures, and Jingneng was still standing respectfully watching the master copy the scriptures.

As before, Zen Master Puji was still copying as if no one was around, turning a blind eye to the group of people passing by.

Two craftsmen were mixing mud, and one craftsman was putting grass stalks, wheat straw, straw and cotton into the mud, and Zhou Jialiang stood aside and commanded.

Supervisor Jueshui was also standing in front of him - he was playing the role of overseer.

Seeing Zhao Zimeng and his entourage walking into the main hall, Zhou Jialiang stepped forward.

"Master Zhou, at that time, who pried the clay off the Bodhisattva's back?"

"Xiao Zhou, Dapeng, you two come here." Zhou Jialiang said to the two young men who were carrying soil.

The two of them carried the soil to the side of the high platform, put down the rattan basket and the flat pole, and walked to Zhou Jialiang.

"Captain Zhao, you ask!"

"Two masters, when you were prying the clay on the Bodhisattva's back, did you find anything wrong? For example, the plastic clay is not very smooth, and the work does not look like it is made by professional craftsmen? ”

"When I saw the Bodhisattva's back, the color was gone, the clay was very damp, and in some places the clay had begun to fall down."

The rain and the years erased the traces left by the murderer.

Seeing that it was already afternoon, Master Jueshui motioned to Zhao Zimeng and them to eat first.

Zhao Zimeng was not in a hurry, so he simply explored this temple again.

Zhao Zimeng and his entourage, accompanied by Supervisor Jueshui, walked around the temple.

Supervisor Jueshui first led everyone to look at the East Zen Temple and the West Zen Temple.

The temple is where the monks live, and there are several ancient Bodhi trees in the courtyard.

There is a well about five meters away from the linden tree, the edge of the well is in the shape of a garden, the diameter is about 80 centimeters, the inner side of the well is very smooth, and there is no deep ditch left by the well rope.

On the edge of the well was a reel with a loop of rope wrapped around it, and at the other end of the rope was a barrel.

Next to the derrick is a wooden cover, which is used to cover the wellhead when not in use.

The location of the well is on the west side of the Daxiong Hall, about 50 meters away from the west wall of the Daxiong Hall.

Lu Qian walked to the well and looked at the bottom of the well, good guy, the bottom of the well is very large, and the water is more than a foot away from the well.

There is also a well in the East Zen Temple that is exactly the same as the West Zen Temple, and not only the shape and size of the well are the same, but also the location of the well is the same.

The well is on the east side of the hall, and it is about fifty meters away from the east wall of the hall.

The depth of the water is the same, looking down at the water below the well, like a mirror, without a single ripple.

Under the sky, all the wells are as horizontal as a mirror.

Zhao Zimeng noticed that the East and West Zen Temples were symmetrically distributed on the east and west sides of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the two wells were also symmetrically distributed.