"Brother Meng, didn't you say ...... before"

Xue Baiqi looked at Meng Li, his eyes were a little complicated. When he came, he specially asked about this cloth bag, and the answer at that time was completely different from now!

What's more, Fan Xianlin is also involved here. As Fan Xianlin's closest man, how can he accept such a thing?

Meng Li said with a bitter face: "I'm sorry Brother Xue, this thing is entrusted by Miss Fan." I didn't want to lie to you, but I promised her before, so I didn't tell you. ”

Hearing Meng Li's explanation, Xue Baiqi showed a wry smile.

"Xian Lin must have a deep meaning when he does this, Brother Meng, don't worry, I won't be angry. ”

The holy monk Chang Ming looked at the cloth bag in Meng Li's hand and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Because Xue Baiqi threaded the needle and thread in it, most of the fabrics used in the Changdeng Temple were from Shanxiu Zhai.

As one of Shanxiuzhai's biggest customers, Chang Ming Shengsheng naturally recognized Fan Xianlin.

"Genjue, go and get the cloth bag. ”

The holy monk Changming was unable to move, so he asked the little monk Yuanjue to get the cloth bag.

The little monk folded his hands, walked to Meng Li's side and bowed slightly, took the cloth bag and held it in front of the old monk.

The holy monk Chang Ming clasped his hands together and said Amitabha, and then stretched out his hands to untie the cloth bag.

The cloth bag untied a corner, revealing a piece of yellow silk cloth, and when the old monk saw the yellow cloth, his expression changed suddenly, and his hands froze in the air.

"Yuanjue has nothing to do with you here, you go to the temple gate and continue to pick up guests!"

After a long silence, the old monk sighed and then spit out a sentence softly.

Although the little monk was surprised, he still withdrew. Before leaving, close the door of the temple for everyone.

Xue Baiqi's face was a little ugly, and when he saw that touch of yellow, he already knew the true situation of the cloth bag.

The best embroidered tribute, still said dry yellow.

Shang said that Qianhuang is the treasure of Shanxiu Zhai, and it is also the fabric specially prepared by Fan Xianlin for this embroidery tribute, which is her brainchild.

Xue Baiqi can be sure that with this piece of fabric, Fan Xianlin will definitely be able to make a splash in the Gongbi, and even take the first place.

But now, she has passed up that opportunity. And it's all for him.

That's right, not for Meng Li, but for himself.

"No wonder she didn't want me to know before. Xue Baiqi muttered to himself, and even showed a wry smile as he spoke.

At this time, Meng Li also noticed a trace of abnormality and asked, "Is there anything wrong with this cloth bag?"

The holy monk Chang Ming opened the cloth bag, took out the yellow cloth, and gently stroked it in his hand in an unusually pious gesture.

"This is the only excellent embroidered tribute in the entire Xizhou, even if it is sent to the palace, it can shine. ”

For a long time, the holy monk Changming wanted to make a set of heirloom robes, and there was no cloth, and the appearance of Shang said Qianhuang made him see hope.

He stretched out his hand and kept stroking the fabric, but in his heart there was already a war between heaven and man.

After a long time, the old monk sighed heavily: "This is the will of heaven!

In this world, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

If it weren't for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Cinnabar, how could Fan Xiaoniang give such a valuable cloth to Changdeng Temple, he Chang Ming, as a generation of holy monks, if he took this thing, he would naturally take out something of equal value.

Meng Li said unexpectedly: "The holy monk is willing to take out the Ten Thousand Buddhas cinnabar?"

A piece of yellow cloth can actually make the other party loosen their mouths, which is really an incredible thing in Meng Li's opinion.

At the same time, Fan Xianlin's heart has also become more important.

"This cloth is of great significance to tomorrow's Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, and for it, the poor monks are willing to take some risks. ”

The holy monk Chang Ming gently put the yellow cloth aside, got up and went to the desk in the deepest part of the main hall, and took out a small wooden box reinforced with iron wool.

The small wooden box is the size of a winter melon, which is very delicate, and there is a copper lock on the nose of the box.

The old monk took out the key, opened the copper lock tremblingly, and in an instant, two big black boxes appeared in front of everyone.

"This is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Cinnabar you want. The holy monk Chang Ming took out one of the black boxes and sent it to Meng Li.

This process seemed to exhaust his physical strength, and by the time he handed the black box into Meng Li's hands, his expression was already exhausted.

Meng Li opened it, and what came into his eyes was a touch of vermilion, far brighter than ordinary cinnabar.

"Thank you, Master. Meng Li seemed to be afraid that the other party would regret it, so he hurriedly put away the black box, and then bowed respectfully to the holy monk Changming.

The holy monk Chang Ming was tired, bowed his hand and said: "The poor monk is a little tired, so he won't send the two out, and the two donors will take care of themselves." ”

This is an eviction order!

The two knew this and immediately retired.

Return along the same road, say goodbye to the little monk Yuanjue in front of the door, and Meng Li and Xue Baiqi return to the Baiqi Painting Workshop.

When he returned to the workshop, Fan Xianlin was waiting in front of the door, and when he saw Xue Baiqi, he was worried and said, "Brother Xue, you are back." ”

Xue Baiqi saw that she looked like she had made a mistake, even if she had any resentment in her heart, she couldn't bear to blame her, shook her head, and said helplessly: "You stupid girl!"

Looking at Fan Xianlin again, he was already showing a sweet smile.

Meng Li couldn't bear to ruin their good time, and quickly left after handing over the Ten Thousand Buddhas Cinnabar to Xue Baiqi.

Xue Baiqi is a well-known painting idiot, and after a moment of warmth with Fan Xianlin, he walked into the studio in the latter's resentful eyes.

He spent an afternoon tracing the outline, intending to do it all in one go, but when it came time to paint the portrait, he suddenly discovered a very important problem.

He even forgot about the sand mixing equipment!

Ten Thousand Buddha cinnabar is carefully prepared by the holy monk Changming, the texture is different from the general cinnabar, if you want to keep the bright color of the cinnabar, you need to use a special sand mixing equipment.

And this instrument is only available to the holy monks of Changming.

As a last resort, Xue Baiqi had no choice but to re-enter the Changdeng Temple and borrow sand mixing equipment in the dark. After a long night's work, the portrait was finally completed.

When the portrait was completed, the cinnabar of the Ten Thousand Buddhas from the Changdeng Temple was still more than half left.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference opened, the Changdeng Temple was very lively, the sky was not yet bright, and the front of the door was already full of people.

In the early morning, when the sky was completely bright, the little monk Yuanjue, who had just gotten up from the quilt, rubbed his sleepy eyes and came to the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall.

And when he opened the door of the Buddha hall, he saw a bloody corpse.

In just half a day, the news of the murder of the holy monk Chang Ming shocked the whole city.

Later, the government dispatched, and the city guard personally sent the case-handling personnel to the Changdeng Temple to investigate the truth.

Outside the door of the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall, Sun Feiyu waited with a gloomy face.

The holy monk Chang Ming was highly respected, and he died suddenly, which had a huge impact on Jieshui City. Sun Feiyu, as the chief arrester of the City Shoufu and the person in charge of this case, is under great pressure at this time.

In his ears were the voices of pilgrims and monks talking, although they had kept their voices quiet, but when these voices converged, they were still mocking enough, and it also made Sun Feiyu, who was in a bad mood, even more irritable.

"Block the scene and blast all the irrelevant people out of the Changdeng Temple!"

Sun Feiyu waved his hand, as if he was blasting away the annoying flies.

His subordinates acted quickly, and soon the front of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall was emptied, leaving only a few monks waiting for questioning.

At this time, a man dressed in a costume walked out of the Buddhist hall.

"Old Mu, how is it?"

When Sun Feiyu saw the man, he immediately greeted him.

The man known as Lao Mu shook his head and said with a heavy face: "It's not easy to do, Chang Ming Holy Monk is a high-ranking monk, and after passing away according to the rules, non-Buddhist disciples are not allowed to touch it." I just examined his body, and the monks were already going crazy, let alone autopsies. ”

Sun Feiyu smiled bitterly, he knew that things were not so easy to do.

The so-called autopsy, if you want to get the most accurate results, disemboweling, and checking the viscera, it is inevitable.

But these bald donkeys think that this is an insult to the holy monks and a trampling on the Dharma, even if they fight to the death, they will not let them get their wish.

Otherwise, only one person will not be allowed to enter the site during the survey.

"Since the autopsy is not allowed, then we can only start from other aspects, when you examined the body just now, did you find anything?"

Thinking back to the process of inspecting the corpse just now, Lao Mu said in a deep voice: "The deceased was stabbed in the throat and killed with one knife, and he died cleanly, without any struggle at all. If it is not a master who commits the crime, it is an acquaintance who commits the crime. ”

Hearing that it was possible that an acquaintance committed the crime, the little monk Yuanjue standing in the crowd seemed to think of something, and came to Sun Feiyu and said: "Sun Zhukuai, the murderer may be Xue Baiqi from the Baiqi Painting Workshop." ”

Sun Feiyu ignored him and continued to ask Lao Mu, "Are there any clues left at the scene?"

Lao Mu said: "The scene is very chaotic, there are no obvious traces of fighting, and it is preliminarily inferred that it should be murdered for money." ”

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Cinnabar!It must be Ten Thousand Buddhas Cinnabar!" "The little monk Yuanjue screamed loudly.

At this moment, an old monk walked out of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall and said in a panic: "The Ten Thousand Buddhas Cinnabar is gone!"

Rumble!

A bolt from the blue.

Today's Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, the Changming holy monk who presided over the conference was killed, which is a bad news, and now the Ten Thousand Buddhas cinnabar, which is vital to the conference, has also been lost, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference can not be opened.

The faces of the people gathered in front of the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall changed one after another, but Sun Feiyu's face remained unchanged, and he looked at the little monk Yuanjue and said, "Now I can tell you what you know!"

The Changming holy monk of Changdeng Temple was assassinated in the Buddhist hall, the plot is serious, the impact is so bad, it is almost unprecedented in Jieshui City.

In just half a day, it spread all over Jieshui City, and this speed alone is worth paying attention to by the government.

The castle keeper personally ordered that the case must be solved within three days.

And after investigation, all kinds of clues point to one person, Xue Baiqi of Baiqi Painting Workshop.

When Sun Feiyu rushed into the Baiqi painting workshop with the officers and soldiers, Xue Baiqi was resting in the bedroom.

He had been painting until dawn last night, and he was sleepy.

When the officers and soldiers rushed to the room, he was awakened by a loud noise, and at first he thought he was a thief, until he saw Sun Feiyu in a head-catching official uniform and heard the arrest warning from the other party, then he realized what had happened!

Chang Ming was killed, and he became a murderer?

"How is this possible?"

Xue Baiqi yelled, wanting to defend himself, but when the officers and soldiers searched out the remaining half box of Ten Thousand Buddha cinnabar from the studio. Sun Feiyu responded to him with a gloomy and terrifying gaze and two cold words.

"Take it away!"

Fan Xianlin noticed the abnormality here, and rushed over from Shanxiuzhai on the side.

"What are you going to do?"

The girl opened her hands and tried her best to stop everyone, but in front of this group of sturdy officers and soldiers, her thin body looked extremely small.

The officers and soldiers were like cold machines, rushing past her. Whether she stopped, pulled, pulled, or scuffled, it didn't help.

Until Xue Baiqi, who had a disastrous face, passed in front of him and said something.

"Go find Meng Li, he can prove my innocence!"