Qin Dachuan saw Yeats, who was not doing his job, and wanted to remind him, what about your own case? Last night, the entrance of the third lane in the south of the city was ...... Before he could finish thinking about it, Yeats turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle Qin, can you please do me a favor?" ”

"You're my head." Qin Dachuan was a little yin and yang.

Yeats smiled, "Then I'm welcome, please check An Lingniang, An Tao's handkerchief before she got married, and Wen Qingquan's hair in the Wenjia Teahouse, what is their relationship, meet in the tavern where they ate yesterday in the evening, or I have a treat." ”

Hearing the treat, Qin Dachuan frowned, he was middle-aged, he had achieved nothing, he liked to drink a little wine the most, Qin Dachuan was no exception, and he was in a very good mood to inquire about the news.

"What about me?" Yang Fuquan really wanted to get involved in the fight.

"You just follow me."

Yeats and Teng Chong went together to investigate the murder of the monk.

Master Fan of Dali Qing called Pei Shaoqing, "Master Zhiguang of Mingguang Temple was very sad when he heard that the abbot of the small temple was killed, and wrote to the saint, and the saint asked us to find out the murderer as soon as possible and give the Buddha an explanation." ”

Pei Shaoqing frowned: "I've already asked people to check." ”

Master Fan said, "It's best to arrange for the experienced Si Cheng and the head catcher to investigate, or let me let Master Di ......."

"I've already let Lu Sicheng and Teng Zhutou take over."

There are six parts of Dali Temple, which are the six departments of Beijing, Jiangnan, Northwest, Liangguang, Liangxiang and Northeast, each of which has a temple, and Lord Lu is responsible for the Beijing, which is the capital and the area of Gyeonggi.

Master Fan said that Master Di belongs to the northwest, and sometimes when the case in the capital is more cumbersome, he will transfer to other districts to help him, but Pei Jingning refused.

Coming out of Lord Fan's public room, Pei Shaoqing asked about the specific situation of the monk's case, and Bai Lang replied, "As expected by adults, an hour ago, Teng Zhutou asked Yeats to help find the murderer. ”

Mr. Zheng brushed his beard, he already understood the master's thoughts, but he was still a little worried, "My lord, although the monk's case is ...... But this Yeats didn't finish investigating one case, and took over another, and he really thinks that he is omnipotent, such a person ......"

I understand the implication.

Pei Jingning didn't say anything, and entered the official room with his hands in his hands.

Teng Zhutou and Yeats went to Yizhuang, the weather was hot, even if it was cold, the corpse was still rotten, except for the corpse grid, she carefully surveyed it again, and found something that was not written on the corpse grid.

Teng Zhutou kept covering his nose, and saw Yeats standing in the middle of the corpse, bending down to stare at the monk's thigh, "Did you find anything?" ”

Yeats pointed to a turbid stain on the deceased's gray robe and said, "What does Teng Zhutou think this is?" ”

Teng Zhutou leaned over to inspect, as a man, it is impossible not to know this turbidity, "maybe it was ...... in the morning" The monk died in the early morning, as a man, he understands.

"Why isn't it written on the corpse?"

"Maybe I don't think it's necessary to record this behavior as a normal man."

Yeats sighed, such an important thing is not written on the corpse, just because of the behavior of men? Then what kind of case is investigating.

Teng Chong saw Yeats's unswerving expression and asked cautiously, "You mean monk...... After being killed? ”

Yeats didn't reply to him, he lifted the deceased's robe and looked at it carefully for a while before closing it, "Let's go, let's go to the scene of the crime." ”

Everyone is a man, Teng Chong didn't make a fuss about Yeats looking at the monk, until later, when he knew that Yeats was a girl, that mentality ...... How to put it, it's very ...... Worship in collapse, messy in worship!

The mountain sand temple stands on a small hill with beautiful scenery, although the mountain is remote, it is clear and quiet, and it is a good place to enjoy the cool summer and escape the heat.

"Why isn't there a summer resort here?" At the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are many powerful people, and the Zhuangzi that has no summer resort, with such a beautiful scenery, it stands to reason that it should not be occupied.

Teng Chong said, "This small hill and the west of it are royal hunting grounds, and the Holy One is merciful enough to allow the common people to build a temple. ”

It turned out to be a royal land, no wonder.

It took half an hour to climb to the Shansha Temple, which was not majestic enough compared with the big temple, but it was still solemn for the ordinary people who came to worship.

The front of the Daxiong Hall is the same as the pattern of all temples, there is nothing to see, through the Daxiong Hall, there are two courtyards in the back, one is the place where the monk and his husband eat and stay, and in the northwest corner, there is also a courtyard where the guest incense, monks and novices participate in the practice of Buddhism.

Yeats did not look at the crime scene first, but looked at the place where they lived, the kitchen, the dining room, and other guest rooms and the Buddhist room, and saw that the lawn on the side of the kitchen was full of firewood, "were these cut by the man or ......?"

Teng Chong was stunned for a moment, "Does this have anything to do with the case?" ”

Yeats looked at him without smiling.

Teng Zhutou touched his nose weakly, "I'll ask the guy when I get back." ”

Yeats smiled and went to his destination, the presiding Buddha's room.

The room is not big but not small, and it is not crowded to entertain a dozen or so pilgrims.

"What kind of sect is the abbot of Shansha cultivating?"

In her previous life, Yeats visited many temples, and almost every temple would have a 'Zen' word hung in the Buddha's room, until one day a colleague was talking about Master Hongyi in her ear, and she knew that there were eight major sects of Buddha, and the famous Master Hongyi practiced Vinaya, which was the most preceptive and bitter of the eight major sects.

Buddhism that ordinary people are familiar with is actually Zen Buddhism, otherwise how can a treasure sell Buddhist ornaments related to Zen characters!

Teng Chong was stunned again, "This ...... It's not clear. "They only know that they come to burn incense on the fifteenth day of the first month, so they know what sect they are.

Yeats stroked his forehead and continued to inspect the scene of the crime.

The furnishings in the room are not simple, like the furnishings of a rich house, not like a place of retreat, most of the furnishings were knocked over to the ground, "Teng Zhutou, are you sure there is a drug in the spilled cup?" ”

Yeats was not good at ancient drugs, so he reached out and picked the dried powder from the wall of the broken cup, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and put the broken cup into the sewn evidence bag.

"Where's the murder weapon?" She asked again.

Teng Chong replied: "I have brought it back to Dali Temple yesterday. ”

"I'll see it when I get back." Yeats wanted to extend the fingerprint.

"That's fine." Teng Chong said: "The deceased was killed by someone after being drugged, otherwise with his eight-foot sturdy stature, it is very difficult for ordinary people to kill him, unless it is a professional killer." ”

"Eight-foot size?"

Teng Chong felt strange, "Didn't you examine the corpse in Yizhuang just now?" ”

Eight Feet ...... Eight Feet ...... After Yeats walked around the Buddha room a few times, he suddenly stopped, looked at the Duobao Pavilion placed against the wall, slowly moved to the front of the Duobao Pavilion, walked through the Duobao Pavilion with his arms, and knocked on the wall with his fingers on the back of his fingers, and knocked again......

Teng Chong couldn't help but remind, "Next door is the guest room where the pilgrims are waiting for the abbot to receive them. After speaking, seeing that Yeats was still knocking, he couldn't help but step forward and knock, "Suspect it's hollow?" "He felt it was solid.

Yeats didn't speak, but walked quickly out of the Buddha room, the front door and the back wall, and she circled around a few times.

"What do you see?" Teng Chong didn't see anything.