"Life is a blessing and a curse! The person who succeeded me in serving Abbot Yi Jing was Jing Hai, who was only sixteen years old at the time. ”

"Did this person go missing?"

Abbot Yi Jing said she was picked up by her family. Of these four people, there could be no her. ”

"Why?"

"The time is not right, the time should be around four or five years; Even more wrong, Jing Hai is the tallest of all the monks and nuns, about the same height as Captain Ouyang, you. ”

Ouyang Ping's height is about one meter six or eight.

"What kind of people are Jinghai from?"

"I don't know, in Mingchen Temple, monks never say where they come from, and others don't ask, everyone knows that everyone has a bad fate that is difficult to talk about and can't show people, so no one will reveal the deep scars in others' hearts."

I don't know where Jinghai came from, so I can't confirm whether Jinghai really went down the mountain. In the world, not everything can be clarified. The dust of time will bury something.

"Abbot Murran, please recall it carefully and see if you can search for the shadows of these four people in your memory."

"I'm thinking about that. Nian Ci, you go back to Mingchen Temple, there is a notebook under my pillow, you bring the small notebook, I wrote something down there. ”

"So be it! We'll go straight back to Mingchen Temple with you. ”

"Okay."

Ouyang Ping handed over the eight corpses to the Unknown Dao Chief, first found a place to be placed temporarily, and then did the final treatment after the case was concluded.

Chen Jie, Li Wenhua and Zuo Xiangdong stayed behind to assist Wuwen Daochang and others to settle the corpse. Ouyang Ping, Director Feng, Liu Dayu and Han Lingling returned to Mingchen Temple with Abbot Moran.

Fifteen minutes later, the group walked into the back door of Mingchen Temple.

Everyone followed behind Mo Ran and Nian Ci Shitai through the Jingwu Hall and the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and went straight to the mountain gate. After Mo Ran became the acting abbot, she still lived in the same place, and she still did the work of the porter.

The door was hidden, and Master Nian Ci pushed the door and walked into the gatehouse, and took out a small book about 20 centimeters long, about 15 centimeters wide, and about 1 centimeter thick from under the pillow.

Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu looked at each other, the small notebook was bound with yellow paper, and the color of the three notes received by the comrades was also yellow, and the size of the note was about the same size as the yellow notebook.

At this time, an unhurried bell rang from the temple: "When-dang-dang-"

Ouyang Ping looked at his watch, the time was half past five.

"Nian Ci, you go first, and I'll come later. Let them be careful and not be negligent. ”

Abbot Moran was referring to the finishing touches of the day. There are incense and candles in the temple, so you really have to be careful.

Nian Ci and the other two nuns took a step back, bowed to Mo Ran and their comrades, and walked straight towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The bell just now should be a signal for the end of the day's work in the monastery, and the comrades who stayed in the Mingchen Monastery for several days did not even notice this.

Silently let the comrades into the gatehouse.

Although the concierge is small and the furniture is relatively simple, it is well arranged and very clean.

Inside the gatehouse there were two ordinary chairs, and the bed was covered with a straw mat.

Silently arranged for everyone to sit down.

Silently borrowing the bell of the monastery to support Nian Ci Shi Tai and the two accompanying nuns, there must be something important to tell the comrades.