Until dawn, the round door of the quiet courtyard was never opened.

When the roof of the monastery shimmered with a faint white light, the four of them had already heard footsteps, and the nuns had already begun their day's work.

The four of them were about to leave when there was a knock on the round door of the quiet courtyard.

Soon, the round door opened, and a dark figure came out of the round door, and the three of them looked at it fixedly. This person is the abbot of Huijue.

Abbot Huijue closed the round door and walked east. She walked slowly, and the beads in her hand kept turning.

The place where the abbot of Huijue went should be the back door of Mingchen Nunnery, outside the back door is Tallinn, and it is Ma Jianping who performs surveillance tasks in Tallinn.

Linghu Yunfei and Lin Di stayed in place, and Zhao Zimeng and Xiao Luhan followed.

After passing through a forest, two small doors appeared in front of me.

Abbot Huijue took out the key from his waist, opened the door lock, hung the lock on the door nose, pushed open a door and walked out.

Abbot Huijue walked to a relatively empty place west of Tallinn and stopped.

Zhao Zimeng and Xiao Luhan flashed out the back door and burrowed into the woods.

The two of them found a relatively dense bush, and lay on the inside of this bush, just in time to see the open area.

Abbot Huijue took off his monk's robe, hung it on the branch of a tree next to him, took a few deep breaths, and then started Tai Chi.

At this time, the sky is slightly bright.

"Team Zhao, listen—" Xiao Luhan whispered as he put his mouth next to Zhao Zimeng's ear.

In fact, Zhao Zimeng also heard the sound of rustling from the east side of the bushes.

After a while, a head emerged from a bush, and the two of them looked at it, and it turned out to be Ma Jianping.

Ma Jianping moved to the two of them with a cat's waist and half squatting, and then said in a low voice: "When you walked out of the small door, I saw you." ”

The place where the three of them were located was about twenty-five meters away from the empty area.

After what happened last night, Abbot Huijue can still play Tai Chi so calmly, and his psychological quality is not high.

In Zhao Zimeng's opinion, the age of the abbot of Huijue is about sixty years old, but when the abbot of Huijue plays Taijiquan, it is not the case, whether it is horse steps, kicks, or turning and bouncing and moving, one move and one style, you can't find the shadow of a sixty-year-old man at all.

"Ma Jianping, you continue to keep an eye here, Xiao Luhan and I go back to the temple, if she goes back to the temple, you continue to follow, remember, don't let her find you." Zhao Zimeng put his mouth on Ma Jianping's ear and whispered.

Ma Jianping nodded.

So, Ma Jianping stayed where he was, and Zhao Zimeng and Xiao Luhan got out of the bushes and flashed into the back door. went directly to the Tibetan Scripture Hall, the meditation room where several craftsmen lived, and after a while, Ling Hu Yunfei and Xiao Luhan also walked in.

Master Chen and several other craftsmen are already working; The two craftsmen crouched down in the passage of the third room and muttered something - they were still immersed in the mood of the previous night.

There are two windows on the east wall of the meditation room facing the round door of the quiet courtyard, people stand in the window, they can see the round door of the quiet courtyard, and they can see the back door of the Jingwu Temple, during the day, Linghu Yunfei has carefully surveyed the environment of the temple, if the abbot of Huijue goes back to the temple, she can only go to three places, one is the quiet courtyard, one is the Jingwu Temple, and the other is the Tibetan scripture hall.

Xiao Luhan stayed in the meditation room for twenty minutes, and after abbot Huijue appeared, she pushed open the round door, entered the quiet courtyard, and then closed the courtyard door.

When Xiao Luhan was just about to walk out of the house, he suddenly saw a nun walking out of the Jingwu Palace, carrying a small wooden barrel in her right hand, the mouth of the wooden barrel was covered with a white cloth, and the barrel was steaming.

The treatment of the abbot of Huijue is still relatively high, she is still a very particular person, and she covers the wooden barrel with gauze, just because she is afraid that the dust will fall into the bucket.

The nuns should have lived in a secluded courtyard, but that wasn't the case.

Abbot Huijue must have something very important to do when he is in deeper meditation, and since it is an important matter, he must not let the nuns know.

The nun slowly pushed open the round door, walked into the quiet courtyard, and then gently closed the round door. It can be seen from this that the life of the abbot of Huijue is still very regular. Busy with the affairs of the temple during the day, he also has to participate in Zen and Buddhism at night, and he can exercise on time the next morning.

When Xiao Luhan walked out of the house, Lu Qian and Ma Jianping also walked through the door of the Tibetan Scripture Hall.

The three men walked into the third room. Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Lin Di were looking at the big stone slab in a daze.

"Captain, what are we going to do next?" Xiao Luhan said.

"Let's go to the hall to have breakfast first, and then go back to the West Zen Temple to stare for a while, an hour later, if Xiang Daimo comes back, we will come here, if Xiang Daimo has not come back, we will go to the meditation room where Lian Luodan once lived. Yunfei, what do you think? Zhao Zimeng looked at Ling Hu Yunfei, his and Ling Hu Yunfei's eyes were bloodshot.

"Captain, we are not sleepy at all, after breakfast, we will go to the meditation room where Luo Dan is practiced." Xiao Luhan said.

"Yes, we're not sleepy at all." Ma Jianping echoed.

"Okay, let's work harder, and tonight, let's get some better sleep. Let's go, let's go have breakfast. ”

When everyone walked to the gate of the West Zen Temple, they saw Xiang Daimo and Master Chen leading a white-haired old man from a distance.

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Huyun hurriedly greeted him.

"Zimeng, this is Master Yan; Master Yan, this is our captain Zhao Zimeng. ”

Zhao Zimeng stepped forward and held the old man's hand tightly: "Old man, thank you for your hard work." ”

"It's not hard — it's not hard."

Master Yan is about seventy-five years old, but his body is very strong, his waist is straight, he walks steadily and powerfully, and his voice is like a bell.

Zhao Zimeng could feel that although the old man's hands were very rough, they were very powerful, and they were a pair of hands that had dealt with stones for most of his life.

"Old man, we have encountered a problem, Master Chen mentioned you, I really don't want to go, I disturbed you in the middle of the night, and I have traveled so far, I must be very tired!"

"Hey, my bones are not so delicate, the hammer in my hand has been thrown for several years, and the bones on my body are a little lazy, just to relax my muscles and bones."

The old man is very talkative and a very cheerful person.

"On the way here, Deshun has already told me that no matter how difficult the problem is, as long as it is a stone, it is not called a problem." The old man was very confident.

"Old man, let's go have breakfast first. Please. ”

Everyone was about to leave, when Mrs. Nian Ci suddenly appeared around the corner.

"Captain Zhao, do you want to go to the hall to eat, or will we send the meal to the West Zen Temple?"

"Mrs. Nianci, if it's convenient, then please send it to the West Zen Temple."

"Okay, comrades, go back to the West Zen Monastery first, please wait a while, we will be there in a while." After Mrs. Nian Ci finished speaking, she turned around and left. The comrades hugged Master Yan and walked into the West Zen Temple.

After six or seven minutes, three nuns walked into the meditation room.

A nun carried a small wooden bucket covered with a piece of white gauze on it—inside the barrel was rice porridge; The second nun carried a bamboo basket in her hand, and inside the bamboo basket were the dishes and chopsticks, which were also covered with a piece of white gauze; The third person also carried an equally large bamboo basket on his arm, also covered with a piece of white gauze, in which steamed buns and side dishes were placed.

After a while, nine bowls of rice porridge were already placed on the table, two large plates of white flour steamed buns, a plate of dried radish, a plate of sweet and sour garlic, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks on each wooden bowl.

When everything was ready, a master said, "After the comrades finish their meal, put the dishes and chopsticks here, and we will clean them up later." ”

After placing the wooden barrel and bamboo basket on the meditation bed, the three nuns walked out of the meditation room.

The process of eating is very simple, and there is no need for the author to repeat it, but it is an event that happened in the process of eating.

When Master Chen was eating steamed buns, he bit something in his teeth, and he suddenly exclaimed, "This—what is this?" Chef Chen stopped chewing and pulled the foreign object out of the steamed bun, which turned out to be a small rolled up note.

Master Chen's teeth touched the edge of the note.

Master Chen looked at the steamed bun in his hand, there was a crack in the steamed bun, and the note should be stuffed in this crack.

Linghu Yunfei took the note from Master Chen's hand.

Zhao Zimeng stood up and walked to Ling Hu Yunfei's side.

Everyone else gathered around.

The note was the same kind of paper that everyone had picked up earlier in the Jingwu Hall - this yellow-colored paper, which was only found in the temple.

Ling Hu Yunfei carefully unfolded the note of paper - this kind of paper is relatively thin.

There was only one word written on the note: "Yu".

"Huh? What does that mean? Lu Qiandao.

"In the names of all the buildings in Mingchen'an, there is only one word 'secluded' in the three words 'quiet and secluded'." Linghu Yunfei said.

"Yes, 'secluded' should be 'quiet secluded courtyard'." Xiao Luhan said.

"The person who wrote the note was suggesting that we should focus our investigation on the Silent Retreat – we can also understand that she wanted us to make Abbot Huijue the focus of our investigation." Linghu Yunfei said.

"Why didn't she make it clear?" Xiao Luhan said.

"Yes! The two notes should be written by the same person, the handwriting is not visible for a while, but the style of acting is similar, maybe she is afraid that others will find the note inside the steamed bun, so she only wrote one word. She didn't want to expose herself. ”

"Could it be that Master Nian Ci wrote it? It was she who sent someone to bring breakfast to the West Zen Temple. Lin Di said, "Captain, should we first control Abbot Huijue, and then conduct a serious and careful search of the Quiet Courtyard?" ”