The bloody aura in the Medicine Master Hall was rich and tangy, and the futon under Ci Xuan's body was gradually stained red with blood.

Obviously, Cixuan had died before Zhao Wu'an came, but it was only now that he began to bleed. And before Cixuan fell to the ground, even Zhao Wu'an didn't notice the slightest bloody breath in the hall.

From the perspective of Ji Xuan and others, Zhao Wu'an is indeed the only murderer.

Zhao Wu'an laughed in a low voice, his voice sounding very terrifying, so frightened that Hongning took several steps back, and was held down by Ciqing.

Behind the water room, two figures hurriedly came, and they were the remaining two abbots, Cihong and Cixiao, who were the six abbots. All the main halls of Jiuda Temple require the abbot to keep vigil, and these two people just happen to not be on shift tonight.

Therefore, the other people appeared neatly dressed in front of the Medicine Master Hall together, and there seemed to be no mystery. It should just be that when he was found by Hongning, he happened to meditate in the temple of their respective town guards.

Despite this, these two uncles were too late. At the beginning, the seven hosts of Jiuda Temple, Cixiao was the only one who did not go to Shu, the reason was that he was so slow that even Zhao Wu'an felt anxious.

And Cihong obviously slept more dazed than Cixiao, and he didn't say anything late, and his shoes were worn backwards.

Zhao Wu'an picked up the sword box again, and there were already many people blocking the entrance of the Medicine Master Palace.

Most of the abbots had serious faces, only Hongning was in the clouds, and they didn't know if they were pretending to be or if they really didn't know.

Ji Xuan clasped his palms together and said angrily: "Zhao Wu'an! If you don't explain today's things clearly, don't want to leave this place! You have been supported by my Jiuda Temple for ten years, this is your reward to the Buddha?"

Zhao Wu'an was unmoved, and said lightly: "I didn't kill the person." Someone wants to blame me, that's all too clear. ”

Ji Xuan took a deep breath, tried to restrain the trembling of his body, and gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Ji Zheng twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, frowned and said: "Cixuan is guarding the fire candle in the hall, so naturally he doesn't dare to leave at will...... Hongning, when did you meet Cixuan?"

Hongning, who was trembling more than Ji Xuan, could only barely stand with Ciqing's support, and when he heard Ji Zheng's roll call, he was shocked again.

He stood up straight and said in a trembling voice: "Just now! I swore in front of the Buddha that no more than two sticks of incense were at most before Uncle Cixuan, and he had spoken to me before! He said that he had something important, but he couldn't leave the guard candle, and asked me to invite a few abbots to come over. How dare I not listen to Uncle Cixuan's words! As soon as I finished untying my hands, I went to the door of the main hall of my uncles and ancestors one by one, and then I came here with a few uncles.

"You've said enough. Zhao Wu'an narrowed his eyes and said.

Ciqing shouted angrily: "Shut up! The Buddha Gate is pure, how can you act recklessly!"

Ji Xuan called Ciqing: "Since it is a pure place for Buddhism, I can't help you make a noise!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhao Wu'an again, and said coolly: "Zhao Wu'an, it's not that I Jixuan has any prejudices about you, whether it's roasting a bird or going down the mountain, after all, I have never killed anyone." But Ci Xuan can still talk to Hongning before the two incense sticks, and as soon as we arrive at the Medicine Master Hall at this time, you are standing in the hall, and Ci Xuan has already passed away. Even if I believe that you are not lawless, you can't justify it. Who will frame you, and why will they frame you?"

Zhao Wu'an looked at Ji Xuan coldly, not afraid. Even if he had a thousand reasons, how could he tell the abbot of Jiuda Temple who was kept in the dark?

At this time, Ci Wei, who was squatting beside Ci Xuan, stood up and said sadly: "Wu An, if you still trust Uncle Shi, tell Uncle Shi sincerely, did you hurt Ci Xuan?"

Zhao Wu'an turned his face, glanced at Ci Xuan, and without saying a word, walked straight to Ci Xuan and reached out to touch his abdomen.

Ciqing yelled: "Senior brother, be careful of this vertical movement!"

Ci took a step back, but didn't turn around and run away. Zhao Wu'an was unmoved, and continued to touch the corpse, and everyone at the door widened their eyes for a moment.

Zhao Wu'an's hand had already pressed to Cixuan's abdomen, and his hand was soaked in blood. He leaned closer, slowly uncovering Cixuan's tattered robes, revealing his emaciated torso.

Ci Xuan's abdomen was already blood-red, and there was a pitch-black hole in his chest, as if he was laughing at Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an was not afraid of dirt, he reached out and touched Cixuan's abdomen, looking for a wound along the texture of his body, where his fingers swiped, revealing the original color of the flesh, and the blood was divided in two by this trace.

But until the blood stains on Cixuan's stomach were divided into more than a dozen pieces, Zhao Wu'an couldn't find the bleeding site.

The futon under Ci Xuan's body had turned into a devouring red, and the original color was almost invisible.

If he recalled slightly, Zhao Wu'an could remember Cixuan's previous posture. He was almost prostrate in front of the Medicine Buddha, his palms clasped tightly in his chest. Zhao Wu'an didn't smell the slightest smell of blood at that time.

Zhao Wu'an stood up, looked at the group of monks at the entrance of the hall, pointed to Cixuan's corpse and said coldly: "There is only a black hole left in his chest, and his heart has been hollowed out, and he doesn't know where to go." Tell me, two sticks of incense are enough time for me to dig out the heart of this monk and change my clothes?"

If someone's heart is directly gouged out, it will inevitably be splashed with the murderer's blood. And the white clothes that Zhao Wu'an was wearing at this time were spotless.

It's not even clean, it's a crisp white coat.

This dress is hand-woven by An Qing, although the little girl is weaving a silk dress, but her understanding of this kind of clothing is limited to Zhao Wu'an's body. Zhao Wu'an's clothes are not clean, so An Qing racked her brains to restore this one, let alone this one.

This explanation is very convincing, but some people are reluctant to listen to it.

For example, Hongning.

As soon as he heard that Ci Xuannai had been hollowed out of his heart and died, the timid sweeping monk immediately gasped several times, his face turned pale, and he was speechless.

Zhao Wu'an's gaze swept over Ciqing, Ji Xuan, Ji Zheng and the others one by one, and said quietly: "It's obviously late at night, and the spirit of the several abbots is very good, not like they are asleep?"

He naturally knew that most of the abbots needed to keep vigil, and this sentence was just hoping to deceive a few people.

The dazed Cihong didn't know what was going on at this time, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and said suspiciously: "Sleepy, I slept very soundly, what did Senior Brother Cixuan say when he looked for me?"

Cixiao on the side also yawned with Youyou, squinting his eyes to see the situation in the hall clearly.

The rest of the people all kept their mouths shut, obviously comprehending, and didn't explain much, just looked at Zhao Wu'an sadly.

Ci Wai suddenly said with compassion: "On the day of Hongyuan's death, you just went down the mountain, right?"

Zhao Wu'an was stunned: "Huh?"

"Hongning once told me that before Hongyuan passed away, you went to his meditation room. Ci mourned word by word, and his voice was cold, "With a previous record, it's really impossible for us not to doubt you." ”

Hearing Hongyuan's name, Uncle Cihong rubbed his eyes and seemed to be a little sober.

Zhao Wu'an blinked his eyes and said innocently: "This matter is actually not like this......

Ji Xuan suddenly shouted: "There are criminals at the gate of Jiuda Temple, this erector plotted to kill the lives of the monks in the temple, and now the evidence is ironclad, take it for me!"

Zhao Wu'an's face sank.

Compassion suddenly formed a seal of wisdom in his hand.

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On October 24, the morning bell of Jiuda Temple rang three times when the rooster crowed. A wisp of incense from the stove was opened, green smoke swayed and rose, and some faint clouds drifted across the sky.

The bed in the temple is not comfortable, of course, but it is better than its own mountains and forests. As soon as I slept until dawn, An Qing slept happily.

An Guangmao woke up earlier than her, and he didn't know where he had gone at this time. An Qing walked out of the meditation room, and when she stretched her muscles in front of the door, she saw a group of strangely dressed people.

The group of guests who entered the backyard in the early morning, about 20 people, the men were all equipped with long knives, gold rings in their ears, white scarves around their heads, and their clothes were not like the Central Plains, but they were in their own right, which was very novel.

At the head of the team is a girl who is like a star holding the moon. She was tall and tall, with slightly copper-colored skin, but she was born beautiful and beautiful like a flower. The long, soft black hair was braided in several strings of green yarn and draped behind him. The upper body is dressed in white, with bright red shoulders, and the feet are small and embroidered.

The girl was very lively, jumping up and down in the yard, directing her subordinates to do this and that, and she was arrogant. Every old tree in every meditation room takes the trouble to look at it.

But the expression on her face has never changed, as if she is wearing a mask made of human skin, and it is not even possible to tell whether she is happy or sad.

Even if she couldn't figure it out, this bright and moving girl dangling in front of her still made An Qing feel a little jealous in her heart. It doesn't matter if you are good-looking, but you are still a rich and noble family, and you have to bring twenty servants to a temple!

However, jealousy is jealousy, in terms of life and life, An Qing is also very open-minded, and she didn't take this commanding girl to heart, so she ran to the front yard.

Yesterday I quarreled with Zhao Jushi, although it was not An Qing's intention, but his appearance of not caring about himself really made An Qing angry for a while. For a long time, Zhao Wu'an has spared no effort to punish rape and eliminate evil, which has made An Qing very envious, he has encountered difficulties, and An Qing is of course willing to help, and will not stand idly by.

What's more, she An Qing sometimes just drills this horn tip, otherwise she would not be willing to go deep into the ancient tomb with Zhao Wu'an when she was in Qingdi Township.

The reason why she stayed overnight in Jiuda Temple was not only that she needed to think about the reason why Zhao Wu'an was concealing, but also because she wanted to take this opportunity to let him dissipate his anger, and the two of them released their suspicions.

After reconciling, whether Zhao Wu'an wanted to tell her the truth or not, she decided to help Zhao Wu'an.

That's what she looks like. Just as Zhao Wu'an's laziness can't be changed, she can't erase this desperate self.

Following the memory, after running past the half-scorched old banyan tree, An Qing stopped in front of Zhao Wu'an's door. She stood there for a moment, waited for her breath to calm down, and then reached out and knocked on the door.

Inside the door, Zhao Wu'an's somewhat anxious and dissatisfied voice came: "Didn't you let you put it there?"

An Qing was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that there was an iron lock on the door.

She took a step back in confusion and turned her head sideways, only to find a small wooden plate by the window, in which were a bowl of gruel and two steamed buns.

An Qing felt a little embarrassed, and said sneeringly: "It's my ......"

Zhao Wu'an in the door was obviously stunned for a while, and after a while, he said quietly: "They told you?"

"What?" asked An Qing.

“...... It's nothing. After being silent for a while, Zhao Wu'an said lightly.

An Qing frowned: "Your ability to lie is too bad. Every time you lie, I can hear it. ”

She reached out and tugged at the lock on the door and asked, "Are you locked up?"

Zhao Wu'an's voice was muffled: "Don't ask, someone is dead, they shouldn't want others to know." ”

"What!" An Qing was taken aback.

"They thought I killed them. Zhao Wu'an said softly, "It's just three days, it's okay, you can go back." ”

An Qingxiu frowned slightly.

The iron lock in his hand has not been used for a long time, and now a light touch can bring a piece of black rust down. But An Qing still held it in her hands, regardless of the rust staining her palms.

An Qing tried to hesitate and said, "I believe you are not ......"

"Don't think about it, they're here for me. Just go. Zhao Wuan unceremoniously interrupted her.

"Don't be so stubborn!" An Qing suddenly shouted, her voice crying.

Her softness has always been just a floating dream, and there is not a trace of it that can enter the heart of this white-clothed layman.

It seems to be lazy and cool, but it doesn't leak when dealing with people. An Qing thought that he was pretending to be detached, but at this time she understood what kind of person Zhao Wu'an was.

He just carried everything on his shoulders and staggered forward step by step, until the moment of exhaustion. He's just a stubborn boy who would rather fight to the end of his life than ask others for help.

An Qing is not. If she wanted to solve the case of Kong Xiu, she would rather follow Zhao Wu'an, who had just known him for a short time, to the tomb than ask her father, who was Ti Shi.

Some people just like to die on a road to the end, and they feel pathetic.

Perhaps frightened by An Qing's crying, there was silence in the door for a while.

An Qing took another step forward, pressed her face tightly against the door, and said word by word: "Zhao Wu'an, I believe in you." I believe you didn't kill anyone, and I believe you can find out the truth. But now you, alone, can't do this, I'm willing to help you. ”

After a pause, she suddenly grabbed the iron lock again, accompanied by a loud sound, and said inwardly: "The old lady has said everything about this, if Zhao Wu'an is still disobedient, I will ignore you in the future!!"

There was silence in the room.

After a long time, someone chuckled, and the voice seemed to sound in An Qing's ears.

"When I met you, I really can't tell if it's a catastrophe or fate. ”

In the meditation room, Zhao Wu'an propped up his head on the side of the table and looked at An Qing through the crack in the window.

The warm winter sun behind her seems to melt thousands of miles of snow.