Abbot Fuxian didn't ask much, just pushed the piece of paper to Han Changdu's hand, and said solemnly: "This is Lao Ke's new recipe, I originally wanted to send it back to the palace in the near future, since I saw the prince today, Lao Ke doesn't have to bother with this matter, the people in the hands of the prince must be faster than the post guard." ”

Han Changdui opened it and looked at it, and thanked him again and again with a moving face: "The mother concubine has been sick for so many years, thanks to the master's prescription, the condition can be stabilized, and the master's kindness, Han Wangfu is unforgettable." ”

Abbot Fuxian waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, the prince doesn't have to take it to heart." ”

Listening to these words, Yao Qi raised his eyebrows, it turned out that Princess Han was sick all the year round, and there was a shortage of doctors and medicines in this era, so it was no wonder that Han Changdui was worried when he mentioned Princess Han's illness.

The three of them were silent, and Zhishan suddenly exclaimed: "My lord, this is not right, the list is full of Buddhism, and there is no book." ”

When the three of them heard this, they all put down the bamboo chopsticks and leaned over, only to see Zhishan flipping through the fragment, looking puzzled, but his words were firm: "My lord, the little monk has finished reading it, and there is no book in the list." ”

Abbot Fuxian frowned slightly, twisted the Buddha beads on his wrist, and his kind face sank: "Show it to me." ”

He turned the pages very quickly, and finally closed the list again, looked at Han Changdui and said in a deep voice: "Shizi, the old man can also see clearly, there are a lot of rare scriptures in this list, but there is no single Buddhist formation. ”

Han Changdu's face was not very good, he thought that he could find out something in the Recommended Blessing Temple, but in the end it was still empty.

He rubbed the roster unwillingly, and asked unwillingly: "The contacts of the monks in the temple should be recorded." “

Abbot Fuxian's eyes lit up, and he commanded in a loud voice: "Go, Zhishan, go and get the list of monks in the temple." ”

Zhishan seemed to rush out with a gust of wind, and the door opened and closed again, with a loud bang.

A ray of bright sunlight outside, as soon as it shone into the ashram, was blocked by the heavily closed door.

Yao Ji, who had been silent and silent, squinted his eyes and suddenly said: "My lord, could this fragment be a certain scripture book, turned out by someone with a heart, or it is not in the batch of books donated by the Recommending Blessing Temple at all, is it the secretary Lang who remembered it wrong?" Her eyes were dark, and she speculated with the greatest evil: "Or, someone is misleading us and doesn't want us to find out the true origin of this book." ”

Han Changwan rubbed his eyebrows, his voice was rustling, revealing a little tiredness, but he hid his flickering gaze in his eyes: "There is also this possibility, but let's first see what can be found out by the whereabouts of the monks in the temple." ”

After a short time, Zhishan and the four little novices walked into the ashram with a thick stack of booklets.

Zhishan waved his hand to let Xiao Shami out, closed the door, and then said cautiously: "Abbot, my lord, the disciple has brought the roster of all the monks in the temple in the past twenty years. ”

Recommended Fortune Temple is a royal temple, at its peak there were thousands of monks, even more than ten years ago, when the army was in chaos and the temple was depressed, there were hundreds of monks, there were many monks, and it was accumulated for decades, and the number of this roster was naturally amazing.

Han Changdui looked at the amazing roster, which was covered with gray ups and downs, he raised his chin and said in a deep voice: "Yao joins the army, you and Zhishan check together, and when you encounter a suspicious person, you will sing the Dharma name and experience, and I will record it." ”

Yao Qi nodded reluctantly, took a deep breath, and looked at the roster of half of the quiet room, her scalp was straight and numb, her legs were straight, and she had never seen so many words in her two lives combined.

Besides, this dynasty writes all traditional characters, and she only learned the commonly used words after spending her eyes, and there are those kinds of words that are difficult to write and difficult to recognize, and they are so rare that they are shocking to the world.

She trembled and picked up the top book, shook her hand to wipe off the floating ash on the roster, looked at it, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the words "Daliao Book 1" were written on the letter.

She knows all four of these words, and she knows what they mean, so it's off to a good start.

Daliao is the kitchen, then this stack is the roster of the kitchen monks, it seems that the roster of the monks in this recommended temple is very similar to the list of units in her previous life, which is recorded separately according to the post department.

She turned her head and said, "My lord, let's look at the roster of the Scripture Pavilion first." ”

The smaller the range, the smaller the chances of encountering words you don't know.

Han Changwan also had this intention, nodded, looked at Zhishan and said, "I'm tired of Master Zhishan looking for the roster of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion." ”

Zhishan's hands and feet were very neat, and he was also very familiar with these rosters, and soon found out the roster of the Scripture Pavilion, which had accumulated a thick layer of dust, and he took it outside the door and patted it, patted the dust clean, and then took it back again.

Han Changdui looked at the half-human-tall roster and asked lightly, "Master Zhishan, do you remember what the names of the three monks in the Scripture Pavilion are called?" ”

Zhishan tilted his head and pondered for a long time before he hesitated: "One is called Qing, the other is called Jueming, and there is another, the little monk really can't remember." ”

When Han Changwan heard the word Jueming, he was stunned for a moment, the host of Qinglong Temple was called Jueming.

His face was suddenly gloomy like water, and he had a faint suspicion in his heart, but he still needed to determine one thing, so he didn't publicize this suspicion, but said expressionlessly: "Check it out first." ”

Yao Qi heard a hint of coldness in Han Changdu's words, and suddenly felt shocked, and he didn't dare to slack off for half a minute, and turned over with Zhishan.

Time passed very quickly, the sun was already in the west, and the sunlight was splashing on the edge of the boom and bus, and suddenly brightened, as if to condense the light of the whole day at this time.

The bright daylight entered through the window, and Han Changdui sat against the light, his expressionless face was extremely cold.

After a while, Yao Qi raised his head from the book mountain, his nose and face were stained with dust, and his voice read out quickly: "Jueming, a person from Ganzhou, Hexi, was born in March of the first year of Jianning, fell in the sixteenth year of Jianning, and was shaved in the Fu Temple that year, and was appointed as the governor of the Qinglong Temple in the twenty-first year of Jianning, and in the second year of Yong'an, he was appointed as the host of Qinglong Temple. ”

The more Han Changdui listened, the more frightened he became, the corners of his forehead jumped suddenly, this feeling was not obvious, he looked like he was cautious and cautious, he hid it so deeply, he was twenty-one years old and did it in the Zangfu Temple, and he stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for sixteen years, how many hands and feet could not be done, and how many traces could be removed.

Thinking of Jueming's harmless white and fat round face, Han Changdu's eyes lit up, as if he had lifted the clouds, and saw a little faint light, although it was very faint, but it still illuminated the dark cracks.

He got up suddenly, only spit out the word "go" neatly, and rushed out the door in a hurry.

Yao Qi sighed, rolled up the scriptures and sandwiched them under the squeaky nest, hugged the list of donated books and the remnants tightly, thanked Abbot Fuxian and Zhishan, and pulled his legs to follow.

There was no light in the quiet room, it was dim and dim, and suddenly the door opened, and the shadow of the sunset shone on his face, Yao Qi took out a hand to cover his eyes, and when he got used to the light, he rushed to chase after him.

The door of the prison of the Department of Internal Security slowly opened, and the sound of squeaking sounded in the twilight, and the cold voice added a bit of sadness to this deep and secluded place.

A small guard, carrying two food boxes, stooped down the door of the cell, and went down the steps to the end, shouting loudly that it was time to eat, and took the food from the food box and stuffed it into the small open window.

Except for the kind of prisoners who are extremely vicious and do not open their mouths when they are dying, the Department of Internal Health rarely fights people in terms of food, and has always had meat, vegetables and rice, and is full of hot food.

At this time, there are not many prisoners in the internal security department, and in the cell next to the door are the four monks of Qinglong Temple, and then there are a cadre of the Se Se Building, and the innermost is the unlucky Huo Han Mountain.

Such a number of prisoners is the smallest in the history of the Department of Internal Security, and the cooks who specialize in cooking for the prisoners are almost idle, and they are talking all day long about the luck and the monthly salary is not calculated according to the amount of cooking, otherwise they will die of poverty.

The food in the prison of the Department of Internal Health is not bamboo, and all the special bowls and spoons are used, which cannot be broken and smashed, so as to prevent people from committing suicide with these things.

Therefore, the internal guard did not have to guard the prisoner to clean up the dishes and spoons after eating, but just stuffed the food into the cell, whether he liked to eat or not, closed the small window, and walked out slowly, waiting for the next meal to be delivered.

Han Changdui and the two came out of the Jianfu Temple, thinking that the carriage was too slow, so they led two fast horses from the temple, spurred the horses all the way, ran the long street, and went straight to the Internal Health Division.

When he arrived at the door, Han Changdui shook the reins and rushed into the prison without saying a word with a calm face.

As soon as I walked down the steps, there was a terrible scream from the cell near the door, and the voice was straight and high-pitched, and it really hurt people's eardrums.

Han Changdu's footsteps were ominous, and he rushed to the outside of the cell and slapped a brick on the wall.

The brick looked no different from the brick next to it, but his hand fell heavily, and the brick was concave, and the wall with the front was tightly seamed, and a crack was silently opened.

Yao Qi was startled by the scream, and when he saw this scene again, he was startled again, and followed Han Changdui into the cell, only to see a little novice holding an old monk, and the scream came from the throat of the little novice.

The old monk's face was pale, but the strange thing was that there was a cloud of black gas entrenched on it, two lines of black and purple blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes, nostrils and mouth, and the blood flowing out of his ears had spread to his light gray monk's clothes, and a large area had been opened.

The old monk's chest rose and fell very slightly, and he was already out of breath and inlet in little.

Han Changwan rushed forward in a few steps, quickly took out a porcelain bottle, knocked out a pill and stuffed it into the old monk's mouth.

Yao Qi stood next to him and shook his head slightly, this look is poisoned, I am afraid it will be difficult to save.