Xia Yue rightly thought: "Hungry? ”

Ye Caitang is meatless and unhappy, if he can, he wants to eat meat at every meal.

Breakfast should not be light, at least there must be a porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, pork patties, dumplings filled with cabbage and meat, etc.

But there is no meat in Huguo Temple, and the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will also eat vegetarian food with him.

Ye Caitang naturally doesn't eat much, and it's normal to be hungry.

But Ye Caitang said: "No. ”

It's not that you're hungry, what are you going to do?

"Didn't a chicken die last night?" Ye Caitang said: "I want to see what knives are in the Huguo Temple, in the Huguo Temple, there should be only knives in the room." ”

In addition to the high-level monks and presiding elders in the temple, everyone is a few people in one room, and it is not easy to hide a knife secretly.

There is only a room, and the name is justifiable.

"But the pheasant last night, can you tell the murder weapon from the wound?"

Although the pheasant lost its head and was cut off by a sharp weapon, because it was cut off with a knife and its neck was thin, the wound did not help much to distinguish the murder weapon.

In other words, most knives, from daggers to machetes, can do it, if Ye Caitang can see the murder weapon from this kind of wound, it is really amazing.

It's a pity that Ye Caitang said: "No." ”

There was a slight disappointment.

But Ye Caitang said: "And tonight." ”

It's unlucky, but it's too true.

The day before yesterday, it was the head of the Buddha, and there was no blood.

Yesterday it was pheasants, blood but not human life.

What about today.

Seeing that no clues have been found in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, no progress has been made in the case.

Will the murderer continue to commit crimes tonight, and will he still show mercy tonight?

But this morning, Xia Yue and Ming Shi and the other elders in the Huguo Temple discussed for a long time, but they didn't come up with a reason.

Killing or not killing is another matter, what is the other party asking for?

No one could answer Ye Caitang's question, so he took her to the room.

The rooms of Huguo Temple are very large, very clean and tidy, and there are not only monks to dine, but also pilgrims to come and go.

Ye Caitang didn't have any interest in a kitchen without meat, and went straight to find a knife.

Ming Shi asked people to find all the knives they could find, and then said worriedly: "Otherwise, after dinner today, I will put all these knives in the box and lock them." Lord Xia, what do you think? ”

Xia Yue thought it was a good idea.

So Ming Shi brought a box, everyone counted the number of pieces, and after dinner, they came to count the number of pieces, packed them, locked them, and carried them into Ming Shi's meditation room.

Soon Master Zhou, who repaired the temple, was invited, Master Zhou's name was Zhou Guanshan, he was very strong in his fifties, he entered the Daxiong Treasure Hall, looked at the Buddha statue without a head, and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Brain...... Lost your head? Master Zhou reacted the same as everyone who just knew, and only felt incredible: "How is this possible." ”

All of them use one, yes, we also think it is impossible, but it is the truth, your eyes do not deceive your heart.

Zhou Guanshan circled around the Buddha statue and muttered, "This is too strange, how did you do it." With such a big head, I can't carry it, let alone carry it......"

The clothes he wore in the summer were thin, and the bulging muscles on Zhou Guan's arms could be seen, but he couldn't bear them, which showed that they were indeed not ordinarily heavy.

Ming Shi smiled bitterly: "Master Zhou, in this way, you can't do anything." ”

Zhou Guanshan thought for a long time and shook his head: "No, unless you give me a cart, give me a handle, and put the Buddha's head off on the cart, then I can push it." ”

Not only for a car, but also for a handle.

But people are telling the truth.

Inviting Zhou Guanshan to come, Ben didn't report much hope, and when he said this, everyone was not disappointed.

Seeing that the sky was a little dark, Zhou Guanshan had to go home in the middle of the night, so Ming Shi left him in the temple for the night.

When the Daxiong Treasure Hall was repaired before, Zhou Guanshan took his apprentices to get up early and work in the temple for more than two months, sometimes in order to rush to work or even stay up all night, eating and living in the temple, familiar can no longer be familiar.

He answered and was about to go to rest, but suddenly turned around and said, "Master Mingshi, I suddenly thought of something. ”

At this time, everyone welcomed what he thought of, and he hurriedly said: "Master Zhou, please speak." ”

Zhou Guanshan didn't dare to say it, but pointed up.

What does this mean?

Zhou Guanshan didn't dare to speak loudly, and said in a suppressed voice: "Could this be something, an ominous sign?" ”

Ye Caitang was also listening, and couldn't help but say, is this still a sign? Isn't that all known?

Zhou Guanshan's words made Master Mingshi's face look ugly, of course, since yesterday, his face is not very good-looking, and if something like this happens to anyone's family, his face will not be good-looking.

Zhou Guanshan saw that everyone stopped talking, thinking that what he just said was recognized by them, so he said: "Could it be that there is something in Xiangluo Mountain, which is not done properly, making the Bodhisattva unhappy......

Although Ming Shi is a very cultivated monk, his face is also black like the bottom of a pot at this moment.

But he still held back: "Master Zhou, you go and rest first." ”

I don't want to say anything.

Zhou Guanshan knew that his status was low, and he was not qualified to say too much, so he hurriedly responded and went to rest.

After Zhou Guanshan left, Shi Mingcai sighed and said, "Lord Xia is not an outsider, do you think what Zhou Guanshan said just now makes sense." ”

Xia Yue was not easy to say for a while.

But Ye Caitang said: "It's impossible. ”

Ming Shi's eyes released a look and looked at Ye Caitang.

"Miss Ye, do you think this is impossible?"

"Of course not." Ye Caitang said confidently: "If you do something that shouldn't be, God will be unhappy, I've heard of floods, droughts, insect plagues, I've heard of fire-going nightmares and falling on my heels, I've never heard of losing my head." ”

What Ye Caitang said was too popular, and everyone couldn't turn around for a while.

Ye Caitang concluded: "There is no such reason for others to do wrong things and throw their heads away. Bodhisattvas are so clever that they can't do that. ”

The words are not coarse.

"Miss Ye is right." Ming explained: "Someone must have done it maliciously, using some tricks, ghost tricks, etc., it is worthless to debunk, and before you peep into the door, you and I are like a blind eye." ”

There are many such tricks in the rivers and lakes, and Xie Zhi agrees with this, when they went to Haitian Villa before, they said such a thing.

After a busy day, although they found nothing, they had to eat and sleep and sleep, and after dinner, they witnessed that all the knives in the room were put into the box, and they also went back to the room to rest.

Tonight, is there another pheasant sacrificed, or is there something more terrible.

"Too passive." Ye Caitang rolled on the bed: "What is the purpose of the murderer doing this?" ”