"Fazheng's hanging bead was given to him by Jie Cheng." Puji Zen Master said.

"Zen Master Puji, you have the longest experience in Lengyue Temple, what do you think of Supervisor Chengcheng." Zhao Zimeng said.

"This—the old man dare not say anything."

"Say whatever you think."

"Captain Zhao, please tell Lao Yu, what is God giving people a pair of eyes for?"

"In my opinion, it's this bizarre world!" Zhao Zimeng gave his own answer.

"Captain Zhao is only half right." Zen Master Puji smiled.

"I beg Zen Master Puji for advice."

"In addition to seeing the world, the eyes are also used to be deceived by the world. What you see in your eyes is both true and false. The real and the fake are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake! ”

There is something in the words of Zen Master Puji, he does not only refer to the admonition, but also seems to mean something else.

The old Zen master has expressed this meaning more than once, and "what we see and hear may not be true" is also the same meaning.

"Please make it clear to Zen Master Puji."

"In the eyes of ordinary people, those who wear monks' robes are monks, and in the eyes of the elderly, not all monks who wear monks' robes." What Zen Master Puji said was very vague.

But Zhao Zimeng still heard the deep meaning.

"Zen Master Puji, how much do you know about Fazheng's life experience?" Zhao Zimeng could only ask some specific questions.

"Did Captain Zhao hear something?" Zen Master Puji asked rhetorically.

"Yes, we've heard some rumors and speculation."

"Like Captain Zhao, Lao Yu has also heard some rumors and speculations, and if there is no basis, Lao Yu never says - monks don't speak." Zen Master Puji's mouth is very tight, and his thinking is also very tight.

Zen Master Puji has already said a lot tonight, and it is obviously inappropriate and very rude to continue to ask questions.

After bidding farewell to Zen Master Puji, Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei returned to the Eastern Zen Temple.

At this time, there was only Lu Qian alone in the meditation room.

Lu Qian said that the others were in the supervisor's room upstairs, and Supervisor Jueshui was also there.

Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei listened, turned around and walked out of the meditation room.

When the two of them walked to the staircase, Ma Jianping happened to walk into the gate of the East Zen Temple.

"Captain, where are you going?" Ma Jianping's coat was open, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he had a black handbag tucked under his left armpit.

"Jianping, why are you here now?" Zhao Zimeng said.

"Team Zhao, simulating the portrait, I've finished it." Ma Jianping said as he took out a folder from his bag, opened the folder, and took out a portrait.

"Let's go, let's let Supervisor Jueshui take a look first."

Three people walked up the stairs.

There was a room in the middle of the hallway, and the lights were on.

The supervisor's room is in the middle of the second floor, and the larger house on the north side of the supervisor's room is the north pavilion of the Scripture Pavilion, and the larger house on the south side is the south pavilion of the Scripture Pavilion.

On three sides of the supervisor's room, there are more than a dozen wooden cabinets more than one person high, and the logs are placed in these wooden cabinets.

The dozen or so wooden cabinets are full of logs, each with six layers.

No wonder the abbot of Xiu Neng asked the comrades to go directly to the supervisor's room to read it! If you ask the monks to help you move around, you have to be tired and turn over on your back.

To the south of the supervisor's room is a row of windows, and the window looks out of the temple to the temple.

The cabinets and logs were covered in dust, and there was a lot of cobwebs on the roofs and corners, indicating that this place had not been set foot in for a long time.

Supervisor Jueshui knew the purpose of Zhao Zimeng's logbook: "Captain Zhao, when the monks in the temple became monks, the poor monks can remember a rough idea, but the specific time is not clear, the situation before they became monks, the poor monks know very little, I can find out the relevant logs, you can read them slowly." ”

"Thank you, Supervisor Jueshui, this is the best, it will save us a lot of time. May I ask Supervisor Jueshui, how many monks are there in the temple now? Zhao Zimeng said.

"Together with the abbot and the poor monks, there are a total of twenty-nine monks in the temple, I will find out the relevant logs now, and you can read them slowly." Supervisor Jueshui said as he walked towards the wooden cabinet.

"Master Jueshui, we also want to know the situation of Supervisor Jiecheng."

Ten minutes later, Supervisor Jueshui retrieved thirty logs from different wooden cabinets.

The thirty monks were ordained in different years, which is why there are these thirty diaries.

Supervisor Jueshui also meticulously wrote down the years of the thirty monks who had become ordained on a piece of paper, so that it was much more convenient for everyone to look through the logs.

In Lengyue Temple, the diary is the monk's archive, and of course, the monk's archive is different from the ordinary person's archive.

There are many reasons for monks to become monks, and none of them are willing to completely talk about the situation before becoming a monk, so the situation before becoming a monk is relatively simple and vague.

Some important stories and stories will be deliberately hidden.

Zhao Zimeng doesn't have much luxury, he just needs to be able to grasp the most basic situation.

He didn't ask for the key to the supervisor's room, because Supervisor Jueshui suggested that they move the log to the meditation room to read it, and when they were finished, they could return it in full.

Before leaving the supervisor's room, Zhao Zimeng asked Supervisor Jueshui to look at Liu Abao's portrait.

Supervisor Jueshui said with great certainty: "There will be no mistake, this person is Master Liu." ”

After everyone returned to the meditation room, they began to follow the clues provided by Supervisor Jueshui, tirelessly flipped through the logbooks one by one, and then recorded the situation of the thirty monks in their notebooks one by one.

The four of them were in the meditation room and looked through the logs, Lin Di was responsible for excerpts, and the other three were responsible for flipping through and searching.

Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Ma Jianping walked out of the temple.

The three of them went to Teng's house again.

The gate of the monastery has been closed, but there is no door pole yet.

A kind-faced monk with a wrinkled face and many age spots on his temples was sitting in the gatehouse reading a scripture.

Seeing that someone was going out, the old Zen master put down the scriptures, walked out of the gatehouse, and opened a door.

"Master, thank you."

"Amitabha." The old Zen master returned the salute, and then watched the three people walk out of the mountain gate.

Aunt Teng was sitting under the lamp with the soles of her shoes, and on the big table next to her, Teng Laosan and Teng Ergui were playing chess.

When Zhao Zimeng saw this scene, he personally realized that the fate of one person has changed the fate of the whole family, and the Teng family's life has been able to live normally!

After the three of them saw the simulated portrait, they said in unison: "This person is Liu Abao." ”

Teng Laosan also recognized the stainless steel lighter: "Captain Zhao, this lighter belongs to Liu Abao." Liu Abao likes to smoke, and he often gives me cigarettes, and he uses this lighter to light cigarettes for me. There was a plum blossom pattern on the lighter, which I remember very well.

There is indeed a plum blossom pattern under the lighter, because the lower part of the lighter is more corroded, and it is impossible to see it if you don't look closely.

After bidding farewell to the Teng family, Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Ma Jianping drove back to the criminal investigation team.

After getting out of the car, the three of them went straight to the laboratory of the technical department.

In the car, Zhao Zimeng made a phone call to Liu Ming, the section chief of the technical department.

Walking up to the second floor, there is a laboratory at the end of the hallway with lights on.

Footsteps were heard, and two people stepped out of the laboratory.

One of these two people is the section chief Liu Ming, and the other is his assistant Xin Huaqiang, who wears glasses.

The two led Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Ma Jianping into the evolution laboratory.

Ling Hu Yunfei took out a plastic bag from the leather bag and handed it to Liu Ming's hand.

Liu Ming opened the plastic bag, took out a Buddhist bead and weighed it in the palm of his hand, and then weighed it on a scale.

Xin Huaqiang looked at the scale on the scale and said, "This Buddha bead should be made of stone, if it is wooden, it will not be so heavy." ”

"Knock it open and take a look." Liu Mingdao.

Xin Huaqiang took out the No. 1 and No. 2 weights from the wooden box next to the scale, and Liu Ming handed him a stainless steel shallow plate forty centimeters square.

Xin Huaqiang put the No. 1 weight on the plate, and Liu Ming handed him a piece of cloth.

Xin Huaqiang wrapped a Buddhist bead in the cloth, put the cloth on the weight, picked up the No. 2 weight in his right hand, and smashed it twice on the cloth.

Liu Ming slowly opened the cloth, the Buddha beads had been torn apart, Xin Huaqiang was not wrong, the Buddha beads were indeed stony.

The split part is transparent and milky white.

Liu Ming picked up a fragment of a Buddhist bead and looked at the light.

"Section Chief Liu, what is it?" Linghu Yunfei couldn't wait to know the result.

"It's crystal."

Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Ma Jianping, look at me, I look at you, they didn't expect that: as monks of different levels, Xiu Nengzhu holds a string of crystal hanging beads, and Supervisor Cheng also has a string of crystal hanging beads!

Zhao Zimeng immediately realized that he had asked one less question in front of Zen Master Puji: how many monks held crystal beads in Lengyue Temple.

At this time, at that time, things have not yet reached that point, and Zhao Zimeng naturally won't think about it so much.

"Captain Zhao, although the crystal is not particularly valuable, in Buddhism, I am afraid it is not something that ordinary monks can have."

Zhao Zimeng also thinks so, in Lengyue Temple, there are not many monks who hold crystal beads, and even monks like Puji Zen Master have never owned crystal beads.

What's more, the crystal hanging beads of Abbot Xiuneng and Supervisor Jiecheng were given by Abbot Qingfeng.

The Buddhist beads presented by the abbot of Qingfeng will not be ordinary Buddhist beads, and ordinary Buddhist beads do not need to be gifted!

Then there must be an untold story in this!

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei couldn't wait to know these inside information.

Section Chief Liu asked Xin Huaqiang to write an appraisal report, which will be put into the file of the "10.17" case as an important material.

After bidding farewell to Section Chief Liu and Xin Huaqiang, Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Ma Jianping drove back to Shuangye Town, the town at the foot of Lengyue Temple Mountain.

Linghu Yunfei parked the car in the yard of the Shuangye Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Each time, the comrades had to park their cars here, and the rest were all mountain roads and had to be walked.

The time when the three men got out of the car was 10:05.

At this time, it was already night, it was dark, walking in the mountains, a burst of cold air hit, and the chirping of night owls could be heard from time to time.

At this time, the monks of the Cold Moon Temple were probably asleep.