Wang Yong, a vegetable vendor, heard that someone in the Jinlong Temple was poisoned and killed, and he really sighed. He lives alone in Yixi City, and his wife and children are at home, but he is also at ease. Mo Xuanji was worried that the assassin of Wang Yong would not succeed and make another plan, so he kept watch outside Wang Yong's house all night, but he didn't find that the person came again, and his heart still made this matter clear to Wang Yong, so that he could think about it carefully, who had approached him and found out the real murderer.

So when the sky was bright, he knocked on the door of Wang Yong's house. A muffled voice came from inside, "Who, it's so early, let's wait to buy groceries!" Mo Xuanji didn't speak, took out a gold ingot from his bosom, and threw it through the crack in the door. The gold ingots landed on the ground, making a crisp sound, and the people inside were quiet for a moment, and then the door in front of Mo Xuanji opened, "Your Excellency, please come in, what kind of dishes do you want, how much do you want, and the small ones will go to Zhang Luo!"

Mo Xuanji walked in, turned around and closed the courtyard door. Wang Yong was sleepy-eyed and diligent. Mo Xuanji asked, "Do you send food to Jinlong Temple every day?" Wang Yong heard him ask, and suddenly came to his senses, "Have you inquired about this clearly? It's not me who blows, what kind of place is that in Jinlong Temple, the holy land of Yixi City, I pick the best and freshest dishes for them!"

"Do you know that the dishes you sent ate people to death?" Mo Xuanji didn't want to go around the bend with him, Wang Yong was startled, took two steps back and said, "No, it's impossible, the dishes I sent are absolutely fine, I picked them one leaf at a time, how can I eat dead people?" Mo Xuanji sneered, " To tell you the truth, Fang Du, the personal disciple of Master Feiyun of Zixiao Pavilion, temporarily lived in Jinlong Temple, and was poisoned and died after eating the vegetables you sent, seeing that the two major sects of Jinlong Temple and Zixiao Pavilion are about to turn against each other, do you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you at all?"

"Little wrong!" Wang Yong knelt on the ground with a "plop" and kowtowed. Mo Xuanji said, "Do you know that just yesterday, when you came back from the Golden Dragon Temple, someone assassinated you behind you!" He took out the Soul Snatcher Nail and shook it in front of Wang Yong.

"Someone wants to kill me?" Wang Yong couldn't hold it anymore, his face turned pale, "I'm so miserable, I lost my father at the age of three, I didn't have a mother at the age of five, I'm already at this age, even the matchmaker refuses to tell me about my family, and now I'm in trouble." Father, mother, ancestors, Wang Yong is not filial, and he can't continue the incense for the Wang family!"

Mo Xuanji saw him crying pitifully, and knew that Wang Yong was just a pawn used by others in this matter. He helped Wang Yong up, pulled him into the house, and asked, "Think about it, what suspicious people have you seen in the past few days?" Wang Yong trembled, and his mind became a mess, "No, no, I never have much contact with people, and no one wants to talk to me as a food delivery person." ”

"Think about it again!" Mo Xuanji unhurriedly added firewood and lit the fire, boiled a pot of hot water to make tea for himself, obviously not in a hurry. Seeing him like this, Wang Yong also calmed down. After a while, he suddenly said, "The morning before yesterday, on my way to deliver food to the Golden Dragon Temple, I met a person. ”

He said that early the morning before yesterday, he picked the best and freshest vegetables as usual, and according to a certain amount, he packed them in baskets and prepared them to be sent to Jinlong Temple. A day ago, the monk in the Golden Dragon Temple instructed him to ask for some of the best fresh vegetables, and the price was not afraid of being expensive, so he sent them. Wang Yong was very happy, so that he could earn more.

Halfway through, Wang Yong turned two streets and found that a person seemed to be following him. He stopped and turned around, and instead of dodging, the man met him. According to Wang Yong, the man was dressed in a gray shabby cloak and was covered in dirt, very similar to the beggars who often appeared on the streets. The man said that he had not eaten for three days, and hoped that Wang Yong could give a charity or two, even if it was good to give some fresh vegetables such as radishes to satisfy his hunger.

Wang Yong was embarrassed, he didn't have any money with him, and those dishes were all counted, and there could be no shortage of them. So he said to the man, "When I come back from delivering the vegetables, I will pay for the vegetables and buy you some steamed buns to satisfy your hunger." I don't know if the man was afraid that Wang Yong would lie, or he couldn't wait, so he pulled and pulled and didn't let Wang Yong leave.

Seeing that the time to deliver food was approaching, Wang Yong was also anxious. He tried with great strength to push the man away, but found that such a thin person could not be shaken at all, as if his feet were on the ground.

Hearing this, Mo Xuanji couldn't help but sneer. Wang Yong is in the prime of life, and he has trained his strength by delivering food every day, but he can't push that person away, which can only show that that person is not an ordinary person like Wang Yong. He said, "Later, where did that man go?" Wang Yong said, "probably because he saw that I was resolute and anxious, and then the man walked away and never saw him again." I can't think of anyone suspicious other than him. ”

Mo Xuanji said, "Do you have a pen and paper here?" Wang Yong was in trouble, and finally borrowed it from a neighbor's house. With a few strokes, he drew Chang Anran's appearance on paper and showed it to Wang Yong. Wang Yong looked at it for a long time, then shook his head hesitantly. Mo Xuanji added another cloak to the paper, and Wang Yong immediately shouted, "That's right, it's him, I recognize it, it's him!"

With Wang Yong's identification, Mo Xuanji's hanging heart was finally half steady. It's just that right now, rashly taking Wang Yong to Jinlong Temple, I am afraid that the people in Yuyu Hall will not admit it, and they will also give themselves and Master Cidu an a charge of colluding and framing their colleagues. So after thinking about it again, Mo Xuanji disguised Wang Yong as a woman and secretly took him back to Zixiao Pavilion.

The monk of the Golden Dragon Temple, who had been kidnapped by Chang Anran, had only recently been ordained, and Master Cidu had not even come to give him a Dharma name. A twelve or thirteen-year-old child, blindfolded and bound hands and feet, did not know where he was, and did not know what else to do but sobbing mournfully.

Ji Anchong Chang Anran glanced at him and motioned for him to take off the black cloth that the little monk was blindfolded on. When his eyes lit up, the little monk saw the two strangers in front of him, and he was so frightened that he stopped crying and stammered, "You, what do you want to do?"

Chang Anran said, "Don't panic, don't be afraid, we just have a small thing for you to do." The little monk nodded, "You say, what I can do, I must do it." Just wait for the matter to be done, please let me go. I also have an elderly mother at home who needs to be taken care of. Chang Anran smiled and nodded, "That's natural, this matter I asked you to do is very simple, as long as you take the initiative to admit that the poisoning of Fang Du in the Golden Dragon Temple was done by you, and identify the master Cidu who is behind the scenes, we will let you go!"