After leaving the Yaohu, Zhao Chonghuan turned around and patrolled the surrounding environment. Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a small path behind the Yaohu, but the way was covered by the vast grass.

"The back door leading to Huazang Temple!" A young man walking beside her suddenly spoke.

In full view of everyone, she said politely: "Thank you, General Wei, for answering the doubts!"

A certain young man raised his eyebrows and bent his lips almost invisibly.

In the living room.

The abbot recruited all the monks from Huazang Temple.

Zhao Chonghuan picked some words for them to write them down, but in the end, Li Sicheng carefully read the handwriting, but it was fruitless.

Seeing this, the abbot couldn't help but relax his face, but Li Sicheng couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Since Zhao Chonghuan intuitively determined that the motive of the murderer behind Fan Huiniang's case must have some secret relationship with Huazang Temple, he naturally thought that what she said must be correct without hesitation.

As expected, as soon as they arrived, Zhao Chonghuan discovered an abnormality in the temple, and even pulled out silk and decocted the cocoon and directly found the drug related to the murder weapon in the case here.

What's even more strange is that he actually picked up a poem about the love of the boudoir in the monk's medicine hut. All these things made him more determined to Zhao Chonghuan's assumptions.

But after a long time of busyness, no one in the handwriting on this song "Back to Love" matched it, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Li Sicheng turned his head to look at Zhao Chonghuan, but found that the latter was still in motion, but just stood silently on the side observing the monks who had carefully and curiously left after testing the pen and ink, with their eyes as thoughtful.

The monks left almost the same, and the ones who stayed at the end were Zi Ku and Zi Qian.

Of course, they also wrote a few words to compare the pen and ink, but unexpectedly, they were not similar to the words on the shredded paper.

Abbot Leyin said, "The handwriting has been verified, obviously not owned by my Huazang Temple!" As he said that, he put his hands together, "It can be considered as a way to relieve the grievances of the monks in this temple!"

"Then I can't explain why a boudoir work was thrown into the medicine house of your temple!" Li Sicheng was unwilling to accept it, "Since the medicine house was locked, it must not be voted by outsiders.

Which monk in the temple did it!"

Suddenly, the abbot's thick and messy eyebrows were pulled into the twisted branches of the century-old plum blossoms in the plum garden.

He wanted to defend himself, but he had no idea what to say for a moment.

The medicine house is locked, and most people in this temple cannot enter, let alone outsiders? If it is said that people outside the temple throw such a strange thing, what is the purpose?

The abbot's great monk's big head was so smooth that it almost showed a trace of water vapor.

He could no longer refute Li Sicheng's words, so he turned around and said to Ziqian: "Ziqian, you keep the key to the medicine house, and in the end it was the filth you cleaned for your uncle's medicine house. Now this is the cause of this.

It’s a disaster, you quit your position as a prison and reflect on your faults!”

Zi Qian looked panicked when he heard this, but he did not dare to refute and defend, so he could only bow his head and say what he said.

Abbot Leyin sighed, pondered for a while, and said to Ziku, who was hanging his head beside him, "Ziku, you will be the only one who is responsible for the affairs Ziqian is responsible for!"

When Zi heard this, he suddenly looked up, his eyes lit up uncontrollably.

"Yes, I understand!"

In the abbot thought that he had to deal with Li Sicheng, he couldn't help but look a little depressed and asked his disciples to go out first.

Zhao Chonghuan kept staring at the scene in front of him quietly and suddenly said, "Please stay, two masters!"

Zi Gan, Zi was just waiting to pick up his steps, but he heard this and then withdrew his steps.

Xie Changhuai and Liao Yingzhong, who were sitting on the side of the living room, were drinking tea without saying a word, immediately looked up when they heard the sound.

"Master Zigan, I have a few questions to ask you-" Zhao Chonghuan walked slowly to Zigan.

Zigan's loyal and honest face immediately showed a respectful look, and he was polite.

"How long have you been promoted to the prison of this temple?" Zhao Chonghuan asked.

Zigan said: "Sir, the little monk has just been promoted, only more than a month!"

Zhao Chonghuan raised his eyebrows and slowly looked at the other person along his body. As he walked, he asked: "Since you are a prison, why do you still go back to clean the medicine house yourself?"

"My uncle's medicine house was cleaned by a young monk in the past. Uncle Master said that the monk was careful and serious, so he always sent the monk to clean it!" Zigan said respectfully, "Besides, even the prison is still for the brothers and brothers of this temple. Doing things, let alone cleaning the medicine house for Uncle Fan, who was respected by the little monk!"

The abbot looked at his proud apprentice and showed a little regret in his eyes.

Zigan entered the temple since he was a child. He was honest and down-to-earth and never made any mistakes in what he told him. So after he stepped down from the prison in the prison, he discussed with Junior Brother Lefan to promote him.

But I would have encountered such a strange disaster today! It fell into the eyes of the people in Dali Temple, which was really anxious.

Zhao Chonghuan stared at the thin and respectful young monk in front of him, and his eyes slightly rippled: "Then, as the prison in charge of all the keys in the temple, those keys are in the deacon's room of the prison in charge. No one can touch them without your consent. Is the lock key right?"

Zigan nodded.

"Master Ziku," Zhao Chonghuan immediately turned around and came to Ziku, staring at the other party's eyes and said, "Then when you took the key to the medicine house for us, you didn't seem to have passed the consent of Master Zigan when you took the key to the medicine house for us?"

Zi was stunned when he heard this and immediately defended: "Since the abbot's master and father told the little monk himself, the little monk naturally did not dare to disobey!"

Zhao Chonghuan nodded: "In other words, Master Ziku can not abide by the rules in the temple, but it is the right way to follow the instructions of the abbot of the presidency, right?"

Zi choked suddenly.

The abbot looked at Zhao Chonghuan in confusion, but immediately realized that Zi Ku's behavior was indeed inappropriate.

"Master Abbot, did you recommend a successor to you when the former prison institution was about to retire?" Zhao Chonghuan also looked at Abbot Yin and continued to ask.

Abbot Leyin was a little surprised: "How did Brother Zhao know about this?"

"He recommended Master Ziku?" Zhao Chonghuan did not answer, but asked again.

Leyin Abbot subconsciously glanced at Ziku and said, "It's Ziku!"

However, Junior Brother Liaofan said that his son was a bit slick, had a deep mind, and was difficult to be bound by the rules of precepts and rules, and was not suitable for an important position like the supervisory authority.

When Ziku heard the abbot's words, a touch of incomprehensible emotions flashed through his eyes.

However, Zhao Chonghuan's eyes showed a little clear meaning. She turned her head again and looked at Zi Ku, her eyes as clear and sharp as stars. She stared at his eyes without any moment, and she could not be misled.

Ziku suddenly seemed to be burned by her eyes, and his originally calm expression gradually faded away, and he looked at her coldly.

Everyone else here couldn't help but stare at the door without saying a word.

"Master Ziku, I wonder if I can tell you how you got your song "Suka Chang"?" Zhao Chonghuan suddenly threw out a sentence.

Ziku's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Suddenly he immediately covered up and said, "What do you mean? The little monk can't understand!"

Zhao Chonghuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes calmly: "We have seen it just now. The Weiji furnace in the medicine house was wiped extremely clean, and the medicine bowl was thoughtful and thought about covering it with cloth, which means that Master Zigan is an extremely A rigorous and serious person!”

"In fact, I used to use Weiji furnaces. It took a lot of effort to clean the furnace once, so this task was the most resistant thing to do!"

"How could such a meticulous person leave a little filth in the medicine house he admires after cleaning?"

"Besides, there are two windows on the left and right sides of the medicine house. The panes are intact and have not been opened. The bamboo basket is located under several cases. Therefore, it is not enough for outsiders to throw a ball of paper into the bamboo basket from outside. Impossible!”

"I guessed like this below. Master Ziku, please see if you are right?" Her starry eyes were as bright as a living person, staring at Ziku, not missing any change on the other person's face.

"You probably want to wait until next month before Master Fan comes back soon, Master Zigan will go to clean up the dust in the medicine house in advance. When he finds the paper ball, it will definitely be very strange. Just when he is watching the secret work, you are just right. You can bring someone to catch someone!”

"The Huazang Temple Prison Courtyard is secretly holding a secret work of the boudoir and studying it carefully. Most of the people will be like the abbot's expression before, and they feel that this matter has defiled the purity of Buddhism!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Zi Ku's face turned pale, his eyes flashed, and he shouted loudly, "What evidence do you have that said I put it?"

"Master Zigan has been ordered by the abbot to think about it, but you have temporarily taken over the position of the prison. Isn't it enough to explain everything?"

Zhao Chonghuan asked lightly, then she took a step forward with a loud look, staring at Zi Ku, and said aggressively, "And, we found those rare potions related to investigating the murder case in the medicine house. Are I now too Can you think it was taken out by you?”

As soon as this was said, I felt my scalp was numb, my spine was covered in cold sweat, and my mouth was out of control.

Leyin and the abbot looked at the two people in front of him in a daze, and their eyes were full of surprise and absurdity, and they didn't know how to react.

Li Sicheng looked excited and immediately shouted: "A monk is so motivated, don't blame the abbot for not choosing you as the supervisor in the end!"

He turned around and ordered, "Come on, take the monk's son to me. I want to see if he stole those precious potions to poison and kill people!"

The two guards guarding outside the door immediately rushed in.

When Ziku saw such a situation, he suddenly froze and his hands and feet were unable to move. He could only look at Abbot Yin with his eyes asking for help.

"It's not me, it's not me, I just put that song. I didn't take the potion! It's not me! Master, Master - save the disciple!" He was full of panic, stuttering, begging hard.

When the abbot saw Li Sicheng's actions, he couldn't help but look anxious and said, "Shicheng, please calm down! This is because I am not in the eye!"

Then he immediately looked at his apprentice and said in a deep voice, "Zi Ku, please tell me where did that poem come from? Otherwise, you can't protect you as a teacher!"

Zi was so distressed but anxious that he was trapped in the beast, and he seemed to be unable to speak.

"Where did it come from?" The abbot couldn't help but raise his voice.

"It was the disciple who picked it up after the donor Fan of Pingzhang Mansion lost it!" Ziku didn't dare to hide it anymore.

Zhao Chonghuan's eyes trembled violently when he heard this. He subconsciously looked at Li Sicheng, and the latter was also full of surprise.

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