"One hundred and seventeen years ago, during the Taiji Palace Incident, a personal soldier was very sure that he had cut the throat of Prince Zhaowen with his own hands. But in the rebellion of the Four Kings ten years later, in full view of everyone, it was also Prince Zhaowen who led 300 horsemen to persuade the city gate of Taiyuan to open. ”

"How can the dead be brought back to life?"

"Therefore, this is the first time that the Sutra of Cunyi has left traces."

Zhang Siche's hand was very steady, and the needle-like thin pen trembled a few times at the end, leaving the payment at the end of the letter.

In the first year of the lock scales, the last thin snow of this winter was falling in Shenjing City, and it was almost spring, and the wind was still like a knife, but it was not so sharp.

The windows of the corridor outside the door were not closed tightly, and the wind and snow passed through the hall with a strange howl, which could be heard clearly in the quiet room. However, the sounds of nature are often not classified as noisy by the quiet Zhang Siche, and in many cases they are effective diaphragms.

He liked it very much, and he was very calm and dual-minded, and when he solemnly ended the note in his hand, he combed through the more than ten case files that he had just cross-read without any confusion, and the new clerk carefully remembered it on the side.

Zhang Siche lifted the scarlet ink and continued:

"Twenty-nine years ago, the wife of the great general Wei Zhaozai was convicted of stabbing King Fu to death in the street, but ten days after she was executed, the general continued to have a woman of the same appearance, claiming to be the sister of the lady."

"Wei Zhaozai doesn't seem to be a merciless person."

"The couple have a deep affection and trust each other in life and death, not to mention that Mrs. Wei was also a famous and famous family back then, and she has never heard of any sisters...... Therefore, we suspect that this is the second appearance of the Sutra of Cunyi. ”

The two seals, one large and one small, were dipped in mud very steadily to leave a seal, and then put this paper with a special texture next to the candle to dry the ink.

"Is there any connection between these two things?"

"When the Four Kings rebelled, Prince Zhaowen had a confidant under his command, called Zhao Yuping, after the rebellion was quelled, this person was ambushed with Prince Zhaowen, but his younger son was missing. In the following ten years, an elder surnamed Zhao appeared in the Taishan Medicine House, and this line was later the teacher of Mrs. Wei. ”

"It's a bit ......"

"Chasing the wind? Maybe, but although this vein is faint but very clear, the station also gave a more catchy case - do you know that Prince Zhaowen's biological mother is a princess of the previous dynasty? ”

"I've heard of it."

"In the twelfth year of Yuanzhen in the previous dynasty, Sheng Guifei gave birth to a naked cat and died as a demon."

"The Book of Cunyi can still make people give birth to cats?"

Zhang Siche turned his head and took a painted official document, and at this time, at the end of the corridor outside the door, a footstep appeared on the stairs, getting closer and closer, and gradually becoming clear.

"This incident is indeed different from the ability to 'resurrect from the dead' later displayed in the Sutra of Cunyi, but it may be closer to the essence of this miracle. Because I have always thought that the so-called "resurrection from the dead" is just a fallacy, but there are no more cases to support it at the moment. And from the royal family of the previous dynasty to Prince Zhaowen, this context is also very clear. ”

"Well, what about after Mrs. Wei, whose hands did the "Cunyi Sutra" go to?"

"Twenty years ago, the General's Mansion was wiped out, and the clues were broken here."

"Originally?"

"Do you know Yunnan County?"

"Where?"

"It is thousands of miles away, a county town in the Xishu Mountains, and the most famous local sect is called Shenxiaomen, and the head of Shenxiao is called Zhu Lian Me."

"What does this have to do with the Sutra of Cunyi?"

The footsteps made their way up the corridor, the soles of their shoes and the paved snow squeezing out some shrill sounds. This is obviously noise, Zhang Siche looked up at the door, paused slightly before continuing: "Just a few days ago, I sent a message to Zuo Xiang's mansion, saying that she rescued a baby girl from the general's mansion back then, and she had been secretly raised and raised in secret for twenty years, and she was Wei Zhaozai's orphan daughter. ”

"The Sutra of Preservation has arrived in her hands?"

"I'm not sure, but this made Taili turn up a piece of news from Li Nan five years ago." Zhang Changshi said, "Five years ago, Taili learned that there was a [Bishan Taoist Doctor] active near Linan. This person hides his face, his deeds are secretive, and he is especially good at treating physical disabilities - we talked about the heirs of Taishan Yaolu earlier, and the "Cunyi Sutra" may have some connection with the doctor. ”

"What is the relationship between me and this Taoist doctor?"

Zhang Siche shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it doesn't matter at all, this matter was really unimportant at that time, and there was no file in the station, let alone a deep study." Only one local colleague is called ...... Bai Feiping - a little surveillance. It wasn't until ten days ago that Taili began to trace the traces of the "Cunyi Sutra", and when the message of wishing pity to me continued in the context of the General's Mansion, that we thought of this [Bishan Taoist Doctor], so we wrote to Bai Feiping to ask. I didn't hope for any gain, let alone predict any danger, so we didn't use soul birds when we sent messages, but went to the official post. ”

He sighed softly, "I guess something went wrong here. ”

"What do you mean?"

The footsteps in the corridor got closer and closer, and then he paused, and with a soft "click", he lovingly closed the window that was leaking through the snow.

"Bai Feiping is dead." Zhang Siche said.

"Dead?"

"Dead. We sent a letter on the ninth day of February, and on February 19, his soul bird returned to the stage with a sad cry. ”

“…… Sometimes the monitoring is two-way, and I am afraid that when Bai Feiping investigated this doctor, this doctor had already been eyeing him. As soon as the letter we asked for was gone, it was shocking. ”

"This matter is actually a bit difficult to figure out, if Bai Feiping has any important information, why not take the initiative to report it earlier; If he didn't grasp it, why would that man kill him? Zhang Siche shook his head, "Maybe we hurt him, but Xianrentai didn't kill people in vain, and the snake that bit people didn't have a reason to let it escape." This matter may also involve the "Cunyi Sutra", so let's mainly do this thing next, and let the rest of the work go first. ”

"Okay."

"In addition, Bai Feiping made a little routine report to this [Bishan Dao Doctor] before." Zhang Siche took out an old scroll and unfolded it, spread it under the lamp and handed it to him.

The clerk looked down.

The appearance of the person is not timely, but the location is all over the surrounding counties, and he often comes to the door to take away the patient, feeds him with sleeping medicine, and the patient wakes up and returns home. I waited for the rabbit to see me, but he covered his face with a cloak and wrapped his hands in a dumb voice, and he got nothing.

——Lishui stayed for Bai Feiping. ”

It doesn't seem to be of much use."

"Whether it's useful or not, we don't count." Zhang Siche picked up the dried note and blew it twice, touched the ink, rolled it up and put it in the small tube, and carefully fastened the lid, "Any information must be recorded without deletion or alteration." ”

The clerk nodded, but still sighed lightly: "It takes time for the soul bird to fly here, and it will be a few days and nearly ten days for us to send people over, and after this snake bites people, I'm afraid there will be no evidence left." ”

At this time, the "creaking" sound finally came to the door, and the clerk kept writing, and he had raised his head and was about to shout "Please come in", which was the neatness of the busy prison in Beiya.

However, the footsteps were not even slow, the door was pushed open directly, and a tall figure walked in wrapped in the cold air of wind and snow.

The black hair, which was not long or short, was tied up at the back of his head, and the thin snow on it was slowly melting, but on such a winter day, the man was only wearing a light black shirt, a cold sword was carried in his hand, and a pair of long and bright eyes were embedded under the sword eyebrows.

Zhang Siche raised his head and smiled: "See you for a long time - everything is known?" ”

The man nodded: "I'm tired of coming to get the case file." ”

Zhang Siche waved his hand, summoned a bewitching yellow-eyed blue bird, and carefully fixed the written tube on its thin claws: "I'm also bothering you, by the way, take it, it's also going to the southwest, just release it after leaving Beijing." ”

The man glanced at the document next to him that lowered his head and struggled to write quickly: "Do you want to use [Liuqing] to pass this letter, to whom?" ”

"Li Hejian."

"Which Li Hejian?"

"You don't recognize it yet...... Those who inspect the Swallowing Sun Association are sensitive and secretive, so don't recognize them for the time being. ”

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

The words fell silent here, only the rustling of the paperwork, and the man stretched out a finger and gently picked the golden beak of [Liuqing].

The ferocious bird did not move.

After a few moments, the clerk finally put down his pen, and sealed all the materials that had been written in the afternoon, and stamped them with a small red seal.

"I'm not very skilled in this position." Zhang Siche apologized slightly, then turned his head and smiled, "Leave it to this inspector, the person who specializes in snake catching is here." ”

Fu Zaiting hurriedly got up and handed it over with both hands.

The man took it casually, nodded slightly, and then turned away, his shirt fluttering slightly.

"Yue Muzhou." Zhang Siche hesitated and shouted.

The man looked back.

"If this time it is really related to the "Cunyi Sutra", after the fact. You'll probably be promoted to Tsuruki. ”

Fu Zaiting, who had just had time to take a sip of water, choked suddenly, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

The man smiled, waved his hand, pushed the door and went out.

February 25th.

Southwest, Lishui.

The rain had almost stopped, and the gray sky was still gloomy and gloomy, supported by the countless green peaks that looked like giant bamboo shoots around it.

These peaks have become higher and higher since they crossed the lower reaches of the Lishui River, and the sky has fallen lower and lower as the rain continues. Bifeng fills the sky, and the road winds in the crevices at the bottom of the peak, surrounded by green bamboo, cold stones, dew grass, cold mist, needle-like cool rain on the body, and the occasional glimpse of the iron-like river.

After walking in such a cold and secluded place for a long time, I will always feel that the world I am familiar with is another world. At this time, after Yue Muzhou drove his horse uphill, he looked at the corner of the flag that was exposed in the distance, and breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was glad that he was still in this lively world.

When he left Shenjing, he was always in a much lighter mood.

Yue Muzhou actually likes this kind of simple errand, and even the identity and name of the suspect have been known, so he just needs to go to see me. If I wish mercy to me, I can be arrested or killed on the spot, and then return to Beijing to restore my life; If he is innocent enough, he can also ask him for the news of the [Bishan Dao Doctor], which is better than investigating with half the effort of an outsider; And if he's already absconding, that's not bad, but it will take less brainpower.

He really hated that kind of hide-and-seek enemy, a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, full of true and false information, and the case was full of masks, traps, lies, moles, disguises, and false identities...... Etcetera.

Although he has enough patience to peel back the cocoon, it is definitely not a pleasant thing, so after arresting such people, he often has his own means to channel this unpleasantness.

At this time, he got off his horse, slowly moved his stiff waist and legs that had been galloping for days, and squinted at the inn, only to see a white ribbon on the background of the green and green barrier.

The small building with three floors and two courtyards is covered in fog, faintly babbling out, and the four big characters on the forehead of the door, "ushering in", have long faded, and after wetting, they blend with the wood color, and it is more and more difficult to distinguish, and from the eaves hangs down a white cloth strip with a length of two fingers and a width, and the color is very new.

Yue Muzhou immediately looked at this cloth belt, and when Ding Xiaoer lifted the curtain to greet him, he saw the four pillar-like horse legs that had been washed black and smooth by water.

"Guest?" The knight was wrapped in a wet and heavy robe, covering the already dim skylight, Ding Xiaoer couldn't see his face clearly, so he only raised his head and asked carefully, "It's the road, do you want to stay overnight?" Giving you some wine and meat soup and boiling buckets of hot water? ”

Yue Muzhou retracted his gaze from the eaves - indeed not mistaken, this is the custom of funeral in the Lishui Basin, the dead are tied to mourn, and the locals will know it at a glance.

"Okay, I'm tired."

"Where did my brother come from, do you want the shop to pass on the name on your behalf? It's also good to let the god night door receive it. ”

Yue Muzhou looked at Ding Xiaoer steadily, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "My name is Yue Muzhou." Why, are the people who come to you looking for the Divine Evening Gate? ”

Ahh Since my brother is not a guest of Shenxiao Mountain, that's it. Ding Xiaoer scratched his head, his expression was a little confused, and Yue Muzhou could almost read the thoughts in his heart - "Don't you look for Shenxiaomen, what do you do in this realm, catch long insects?" ”

Yue Muzhou pointed to the belt with a smile: "I take the liberty of asking, have any relatives and friends in your store passed away recently?" ”

"No, guest, this is for everyone." Ding Xiaoer had already held the reins of the horse, but then hesitated, "Guest. Since you're not running for a funeral, our courtyard is doing white things, if you mind, don't go inside—but the entire city of Li Nan is actually like this. ”

Yue Muzhou immediately remembered Bai Feiping, a colleague he had never met, if he was not "missing" but died at the funeral, some things would need to be reconsidered.

"It's okay, whose funeral is this?" Yue Muzhou turned over and dismounted.

"Just go in and see."

Yue Muzhou lifted the curtain and entered.

The scene in the store comes into view.

The lights in the lobby of the inn were shining, and a desk was placed opposite the door, with white flags hanging on both sides, and a heavy spirit card stood on the table, and the light of dozens of candles swayed slightly.

There was no coffin or relatives, only a lonely spiritual seat. And the diners have all kinds of things, farmers, traders, talents, craftsmen...... There are more martial artists, these people drink and talk as usual, but they have a slender white belt tied to their arms or wrists, and even to their weapons.

And the babbling that had just been faintly separated from the outside became clear, and it turned out that there was a small stage in the small hall, and white flags hung down on both sides of the stage.

Looking up, a young musician is sitting upright and playing a tune, and a woman in a green suit with water sleeves is singing and dancing on the stage, really singing and writing, and is going to an allegro flowing water, the tune is very familiar: "The ear hears the miserable sound and the heart is like pounding"

Yue Muzhou passed by this section, his eyes were on the spiritual seat behind the stage, and he never moved away.

A small text is written vertically on it.

[The seventh generation of the head of Shenxiao wishes you to have mercy on my spirit]

In the silence, the man laughed softly: "it, it turns out that it's still hide and seek." ”

(End of chapter)