Inside the hall.

The three of them received free food, looked at the full dining hall, and decisively chose to go out and squat at the door to eat.

While eating.

He Wen said vaguely:

"I just thought about it again."

"That Zitianzhen said that I came to investigate the case before, and he saw me."

"You should have known who I was at the time, but they didn't tell me that."

"On the contrary, this time we came, and he took the initiative to come up."

"He has told us so many things, what is he thinking?"

Ye Qing, whose eyes were flashing, swallowed the delicious rice in his mouth and said:

"Let's assume first, if Zi Tianzhen is the murderer and stole the Zijin Ding."

"Let us lead Qi Yun, is he already investigating the secret of Zijin Ding."

"Let's investigate the case, find a scapegoat to clear our suspicions, and hand over Zijinding by the way."

"Let the case be settled, no one will keep an eye on Chaotian Palace anymore, and he can steal the treasure?"

After saying that, he continued to pull the rice into his mouth.

He Wen, who felt that Ye Qing said it was good, thought for a while and said:

"Although what you say is very likely."

"But that's too shoddy, isn't it?"

"If it were me, I would have solved the secret of Zijin Ding."

"Directly find an inconspicuous place to hide Zijin Ding, and then use some means to lure people over and let Zijin Ding reappear."

"What the imperial court wants is Zijin Ding, and it doesn't matter if the murderer who killed Ziyuan Zhenren can be found or not."

"That's the safest way to go."

Ye Qing, who is indeed inferior to He Wen in solving the case, nodded approvingly:

"Indeed, according to what you said, if I were the murderer, I would do the same."

Ye Qing, who was trembling all over, a light flashed in his mind, and he muttered:

"Bell Tower?"

In the next moment, he looked at He Wendao, whose cheeks were bulging:

"According to you, is he reminding us that Zijin Ding is in the bell tower?"

His eyes flashed, but He Wen, who didn't stop in his mouth, chewed a few bites of food, and after swallowing it quickly, he said suspiciously:

"According to me, the purple gold tripod may really be hidden in the bell tower."

"However, this case shouldn't be that simple, right?"

"If the Zitian Zhenren is the real murderer, it is impossible for him to come forward and reveal so many flaws for us to investigate, right?"

Think about it too.

Even if Zi Tianzhen is a murderer, he can create such a terrible fire and steal Zijin Ding silently, he must be a thoughtful and extremely intelligent existence.

It is impossible to be careless, and it is even more impossible to be a smart and conceited person, who thinks that others can't see his little tricks, and all the stupid people listen to his words to investigate and solve the case.

Between words.

Yan San, who finished a bowl of rice in a few bites, came out with a bowl of rice again.

He squatted beside the two of them and said, "This fasting meal in Chaotian Palace, it's delicious without money, and there is minced meat in it, it's really good." ”

Hear this.

He Wen frowned and said:

"Chaotian Palace is not short of money, and the light of incense is enshrined, and a year is a number that the pen can't imagine."

"Not to mention that the Taoist priests of Chaotian Palace are often invited by the wealthy gentry to do things."

"Jinling is rich, I have heard that the Taoist priests of Chaotian Palace go out to do things, and they will be based on a hundred taels of silver."

"The Taoist priests of Chaotian Palace don't have a place to spend money, to put it mildly, they are all rich masters, let alone Zitian Zhenren."

"Moreover, most of them are indifferent to fame and fortune and devote themselves to cultivation."

"Even if the secret of Zijin Ding is true, Zi Tianzhen is old, what do you want so much money for?"

"To his descendants?"

"He doesn't seem to have any children."

Yan San didn't understand the case, but he could still understand these words.

He spoke:

"If I have money, a steady stream of money, and there is no place to spend it, if anyone tells me that there is treasure or something, I will ignore it."

"Let's not say whether this treasure is real or not, there must be danger, I have money to the point where I have nowhere to spend it, take my life to fight this danger, just let myself spend more money."

"Isn't there something wrong with my brain?"

"What's the matter, after I was rich enough to rival the country, I rebelled and became the emperor?"

Let's go!

One of the chopsticks in He Wen's hand fell to the ground.

His eyes flashed:

"It's really possible to rebel and become an emperor!"

Ye Qing and Yan San were stunned for a moment.

He Wen picked up the chopsticks again, not too dirty, wiped them on his body and said:

"In the past few years, there have been many cases in the entire Divine Apocalypse that involve the remnants of the royal family of the previous dynasty."

"These people are extremely hidden, and it is possible for all three religions and nine streams."

"Maybe there are people from the previous dynasty hiding in this Chaotian Palace."

"Then it's understandable to steal the Purple Gold Ding."

Ye Qing, who understood what He Wen meant, said:

"Then after we finish eating, we will go to check the life history of the Taoist priests of Chaotian Palace and see if we can find any clues."

He Wen, who nodded, sped up his meal.

The three of them are not pampered people, and they can eat a bowl of fasting in three or two times.

After washing the dishes and returning them to the dining hall.

The three of them searched for Zitian Zhenren again, and successfully obtained the life history list of all the Taoist priests in Chaotian Palace.

He Wen had read it in the dossier of the Huaiyang Mansion before.

But it was not as detailed as in Chaotian Palace.

However, after this inspection, there are no clues.

He looked at Ye Qing's somewhat discouraged appearance, smiled lightly and said with relief:

"It's normal to not find clues, those people have been hiding in the Divine Revelation for hundreds of years."

"If it was really so easy to find clues, they would have been uprooted a long time ago, after all, they have accumulated the heritage of a centuries-old dynasty."

Ye Qing bowed his head and said: "Yes, the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff!" ”

Ye Qing, who put down the dossier, looked at the already somewhat dim sky and said:

"We can't ask those Taoist priests who have a problem with their identity, and they will startle the snake."

"Now, we can only wait for the night to see if we can find some useful clues at the site of the Sanqing Palace."

…….

Chaotian Palace is closed when the temple is closed.

Except for the pilgrims who stayed overnight, the rest of the pilgrims would leave before the end of the day.

The pilgrims who stay overnight will also be arranged to watch in the foreground, and from the Jade Emperor Palace onwards, they will be banned and outsiders will be prohibited from traveling at night.

With the permission of the purple innocent people.

The three of them were unrestrained, and at about a moment in the hour, they came to the ruins of the Sanqing Palace, where only the ruins remained.

The Milky Way hangs in the air, and the lanterns are bright.

In addition, Chaotian Palace is one of the holy places of Taoism.

The three of them didn't feel the slightest sense of gloom.

"Brother Yan, please stay here, and see if there are strange people around." He Wen was alert.

Yan San patted his chest and grinned: "No problem, we can see these two tricks clearly at night." ”

The rugged face, smiling in this dark night, looked a little hideous and terrifying.

He Wen and Ye Qing glanced at each other, and then stepped on the white marble steps with the lantern.

Sanqing Palace, the hall is three zhang three high, six zhang six in depth, nine zhang nine in width.

Occupies an extremely large area of the site.

After a year and a half of idleness, even though the main hall was burned by a terrifying fire, there were still some weeds growing on the dark ground, revealing desolation.

Ye Qing followed the moonlight and lanterns with He Wen, stopped step by step, and searched carefully.

An hour passed.

The tired-looking two met in the center of the main hall.

He Wen pointed to the ground that was different from the swarthy other places, and there was a faint huddled human shape:

"This is the place where Ziyuan real people burned their corpses."

Ye Qing's eyes swept around, and when he was investigating, he had a question in his heart, so he opened his mouth and asked:

"Brother He, it's rainy in Huaiyang."

"After the fire, the wooden beams in the hall were burned to char or ashes, and they were piled up here without being cleaned up."

"Every day, pilgrims offer melons and fruits, and when we come, we also see birds pecking at melons and fruits."

"The bird that was brought in may have defecated in the temple, and there must have been grass seeds in the dung that were pecked elsewhere, or the seeds of tribute fruits."

"So more than a year has passed, and there should be a lot of weeds and plants growing in these ashes, right?"

"But you see, there's a pitiful amount of weeds around here."