Supervisor Jueshui took two monks to the East Zen Monastery to get Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei's covers.

After seeing all the monks walk out of the meditation room, Jing Neng walked out of the meditation room, gently closed the door of the meditation room, and then stood outside the door.

At this time, only Zen Master Puji, Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Lin Di were left in the meditation room.

Zen Master Puji stood up, walked in front of Zhao Zimeng, sat on the chair next to him, and said:

"Captain Zhao, as far as the poor monk knows, there is a secret room in this meditation room, you can look for it. If the thing is in the hands of the cultivator, it is very likely that there is still this ceiling in this secret room. ”

At this time, there was no one else in the house, and Zhao Zimeng could open the skylight and say something bright: "Zen Master Puji, have you already discovered that there is a problem with cultivation?" ”

"The poor monk saw something unfathomable and unusual from the eyes of Xiu Neng. There are at least three acolytes of the abbot and the former abbot, and they are often rotated, but Xiu Neng only needs to be a monk with pure water, which is contrary to common sense, and when he was a supervisor, pure water followed him. ”

"Could it be that Xiu Nengzhu has something unspeakable, he doesn't want more people to know?" Zhao Zimeng muttered to himself.

Zhao Zimeng thought about it for a while, and Puji Zen Master's sentence "What you see and hear may not be true" is something you mean.

Zhao Zimeng came to the abbot's monastery several times, and each time there was indeed only one person waiting for Jingshui.

Zen Master Puji continued: "On the surface, Xiuneng is the pursuit of a simple life, and the poor monk always feels that there is something wrong with this—he seems to be hiding something. ”

"May I ask the Zen master, what did the abbot of Xiuneng do before he became a monk, and why did he become a monk?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"Captain Zhao asked well, this is the second doubt. As for his origin, I'm afraid even Abbot Qingfeng doesn't know. As soon as he entered the temple, his eyes wandered, as if he had a strong desire. Although he had been in the Cold Moon Temple for decades, the desire revealed in his eyes had not diminished by half a point. ”

"Why did Abbot Qingfeng pass on the position of abbot to Xiu Neng?"

"Xiu Neng is thoughtful and sleek, very popular, and very good at speculating about the mind of the abbot of Qingfeng, the abbot of Qingfeng first made Xiu Neng a monk, and then made him a supervisor. When he was a supervisor, he still had the errand of a monk, and served the abbot of Qingfeng very properly, so the abbot of Qingfeng praised him and praised him for his ability and virtue. ”

"I see."

"Although it is an outsider, it is inevitable that people will have some shortcomings and faults, and it is very easy to be taken advantage of by others, and it is precisely because of these shortcomings that they will also be blinded. The monks in the temple all love Abbot Qingfeng, as long as he makes a decision, no one will disobey it. ”

"According to what you say, Supervisor Cheng and Xiu Neng should belong to the same kind of person."

Zhao Zimeng still did not forget the supervisor who was already lying in the grave.

"In Puji's eyes, the Tao of the admonition supervisor is probably deeper than the cultivation of energy. The poor monk has been in the Cold Moon Temple for a long time, and there is only one person who has never been able to read, see through, or touch accurately. This person is the supervisor of Jiecheng. ”

"Oh, this immortal Immortal Supervisor Cheng Mansion is so deep that even you can't see through it?"

Zen Master Puji pondered for a moment, and then said; "Now that I think about it, the poor monk's past suspicions were right."

Zen Master Puji seems to have something to say.

"What does Zen Master Puji suspect?"

"The poor monk suspects that there is something wrong with the death of Abbot Qingfeng."

"Please tell us more about it." Although Zhao Zimeng and his entourage came to Cold Moon Temple for a short time, what they saw and heard in the past few days and what happened in the temple made them feel that the pool of water in Cold Moon Temple was deeper than they imagined.

"Abbot Qingfeng's health has always been healthy, and since Xiu Neng became a supervisor, for some reason, Abbot Qingfeng's health has deteriorated."

"What problems did you find?"

"The poor monk suspects—just suspects, and the poor monk has no evidence."

"Please speak up to Zen Master Puji."

"The poor monk suspects that the cultivator can manipulate the daily diet of Abbot Qingfeng."

"You mean that someone put something unclean in Abbot Qingfeng's meal?"

"At first, I didn't think so, once, at the chanting conference, I found that Xiu Neng did not report to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and it was Jueshui who presided over the chanting conference. Later, the poor monk heard that Xiu Neng was sick. I asked Zen Master Huizheng - Zen Master Huizheng is proficient in pharmacology, and the monks in the temple are sick, all of them are Huizheng and take the pulse medicine. ”

Huizheng said that Xiu Neng never looked for him when he was sick, and Hui Zheng also said that he had met Xiu Neng when he was picking herbs in the back mountain, and Xiu Neng seemed to be picking a kind of herb. He seems to be an expert. Huizheng suspects that Xiu Neng was a langzhong before becoming a monk. ”

"I also asked Weihe, and Weihe said that as long as he walked into the meditation room of Xiuneng, he could smell a faint smell of herbs."

"After listening to Huizheng and Weihe's words, I was a little suspicious of the cause of Abbot Qingfeng. Since he is also familiar with pharmacology, as the acolyte of the abbot of Qingfeng, he should check the pulse of Abbot Qingfeng! But he never did. I understand pharmacology, but I don't want people to know, even Abbot Qingfeng doesn't know. There's definitely something wrong with that. ”

"Then when did Abbot Qingfeng die of illness?"

"It was twenty years ago."

"How does the temple bury Master Qingfeng?"

"In those years, the world was a little chaotic, and many things could not follow the rules of Zen Buddhism, and the abbot Qingfeng was sitting on the meditation bed and passed away. Originally, the temple was going to build a relics pagoda for the abbot of Qingfeng according to the regulations, but the reality did not allow it, and later we put his body into a sarcophagus and buried it in the earth. ”

"Are you saying that Abbot Qingfeng did not carry out cremation after his death?"

"Yes—in those years, after the monks in the temple died, they were all buried."

"Master Puji, the information you provided is very important. If Abbot Qingfeng died of poisoning, as long as we open the sarcophagus and examine the bones, we can know whether Abbot Qingfeng's death has anything to do with poisoning. ”

"The poor monk used to think so, but ......"

"Are there some taboos in this? Zen Master Puji, please speak up. ”

"Abbot Qingfeng is a high-ranking monk, and no one dares to open his sarcophagus. This is also not in line with the rules of the monastery, and it will also be opposed by the monks. ”

"This-Puji Zen Master doesn't need to worry, the coffin is opened for autopsy, which can be proposed by our police, and has nothing to do with Puji Zen Master, but before the coffin is opened, we still have to think of some ways, as long as someone supports our idea, we can do it."

"The poor monks agree, Captain Zhao can find Supervisor Jueshui and discuss it with Kong Yun, Huizheng, and Wei and the three Zen masters, as long as they agree to open the coffin for autopsy, the other monks will not object."

At this time, Jing Neng pushed open the door of the meditation room.

After a while, Supervisor Jueshui led two monks into the meditation room, each holding a bedding in their hands.

Two monks place the bunk on the meditation bed.

After the two monks finished giving a salute to Master Puji, they left the meditation room.

Supervisor Jueshui walked up to Zen Master Puji and Zhao Zimeng: "Master Puji, Captain Zhao, what else do you have to order?" ”

"Supervisor Jueshui, I have something important to discuss with you and Zen Master Puji."

"Captain Zhao doesn't have to be polite, what do you need Jueshui to do, just give orders, don't discuss."

"No, this matter must be discussed with you and Zen Master Puji."

"Captain Zhao, please speak."

"Supervisor Jueshui, please sit down and speak."

Supervisor Jueshui sat down.

Zhao Zimeng sat on the chair next to Supervisor Jueshui: "Supervisor Jueshui, Zen Master Puji, we heard that the cause of Abbot Qingfeng's death is unknown, and we suspect that someone put **** in Abbot Qingfeng's diet." ”

"Captain Zhao, do you want to open the coffin for an autopsy!" Jueshui Supervisor said.

Zhao Zimeng was surprised by the reaction of Supervisor Jueshui, and he and Zen Master Puji looked at each other for a moment: he didn't expect Supervisor Jueshui to go straight to the point without even saying a word to stop him.

It can be seen that he also has doubts about the death of Abbot Qingfeng.

"Don't hide it from Zen Master Puji and Captain Zhao, the poor monk has long had such thoughts. The abbot of Qingfeng walked too strangely, and the poor monk had doubts in his heart, but because of the precepts of Buddhism, he did not dare to mention it to others. Supervisor Jueshui looked a little excited.

"Oh, Jueshui, you also have doubts about the death of Abbot Qingfeng?" Puji Zen Master said.

"Exactly, Abbot Qingfeng has always had good bones in the past, and everyone in this temple knows it, but then his body suddenly deteriorated day by day. Until he passed away unexplained, the poor monk felt that there must be an article in it. ”

Supervisor Jueshui did not mention the name of the abbot of Xiu Neng, "The poor monk has long had the idea of opening the coffin for an autopsy, as long as the Puji Zen Master agrees, you are highly respected in the temple." As long as you speak, the disciples in the temple dare not obey orders. ”

"Zen Master Puji, do you agree with us to open the coffin for an autopsy?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"The poor monk has no opinion, but he still has to ask for the opinions of the three masters, Kongyun, Huizheng, Weihe." Puji Zen Master said.

"Okay, then send someone to invite Kongyun, Huizheng, Weihe, and the three Zen masters here." Zhao Zimeng said.

Zen Master Puji beckoned Jing Neng to him and gestured with him a few times.

Jing Neng nodded, babbled a few words, and walked out of the meditation room.

In a short time, Jing Neng led Kongyun, Huizheng, Weihe, and the three Zen masters in.

The three of them were about to give a salute to Zen Master Puji, when Zen Master Puji waved his hand and motioned for them to sit on chairs: "Jueshui, you can speak." ”

"Kongyun, Huizheng, for the sake of the three Zen masters, what happened in the Cold Moon Temple, the three masters already know. Jueshui has always suspected that Abbot Qingfeng died of illness, and something is wrong, and after Captain Zhao of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Team entered the temple, he also heard some words. "Supervisor Jueshui is a person who dares to take responsibility.

"Jueshui, if you have anything to say to Zen Master Puji, just command." Zen Master Kongyun said, "I'll just do it." ”

"Yes! The affairs in the temple can be decided as long as the Puji Zen Master nods. "For the sake of the Zen master,

"In the past, we always thought that Abbot Qingfeng would pass on the position to Zen Master Puji, but we didn't expect it to be passed on to Xiu Neng in the end. Nowadays, Puji Zen Master is expected to return, this is also the will of heaven! ”

"The poor monk also felt that the cause of the death of the abbot of Qingfeng was unknown, but he had been stuck in his throat and did not dare to say it. Huizheng had already guessed what Supervisor Jueshui wanted to say.

Zhao Zimeng also wanted to know more about the situation: "Master Huizheng, did you find anything when you checked the pulse of Abbot Qingfeng?" ”