We were mainly searching within the area demarcated by the cordon, but the police had already searched this area carefully, and it was not easy to find any clues. We searched for a while, but found nothing.
Just when I thought it was unlikely to find anything, Wen Qingshan, who was searching by the lakeside, suddenly shouted: "Come over and take a look at this!"
As soon as Long Yi and I heard this, we immediately walked to Wen Qingshan and saw that he was holding a blue brick in both hands. The green brick was covered with mud, presumably because it had just been fished out from the bottom of the pond.
I was a little confused: "Boss Wen, what are you doing picking up a brick?"
Wen Qingshan handed me the green brick and said, "Look at what's on this brick."
I took the blue brick and took a look, and then I discovered that there was a cloth rope tied to the blue brick. Because the mud on the blue brick was too thick, I didn't see it just now.
I wiped away the mud from the blue bricks and took a closer look. It was just a rag rope.
I asked in confusion: "Boss Wen, does tying a rag strip on the brick have any meaning?"
Wen Qingshan smiled slightly and said, "Have you forgotten what Brother Cailong said just now? He said that Mr. Ma should have had stones tied to his feet and thrown into this pond."
Hearing what Wen Qingshan said, I immediately understood what he meant and said in surprise: "You mean, Uncle Ma's feet are not tied with stones, but with this brick!?"
Wen Qingshan nodded: "It's very possible! The weight of this green brick is not light, and this kind of green brick should come from a building before the Qing Dynasty. Therefore, as long as we understand the origin of this green brick,
Maybe we can find the real place where Mr. Ma was killed."
"Buildings before the Qing Dynasty?" I was startled for a moment, and suddenly thought of a place, that was the ruined temple! I looked at the blue bricks in my hand again, and thought about it carefully, not to mention
, that ruined temple seems to be really made of this kind of blue bricks.
Thinking of this, I immediately raised my head and said, "I may know where this blue brick comes from."
"Where is it!?" Wen Qingshan asked immediately.
I took a deep breath and said, "It's the ruined temple where the stone beast that caused the bloodthirsty was originally located."
"What!" Wen Qingshan couldn't help being surprised, and Long Yi on the side also had a look of surprise on his face.
Wen Qingshan thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, the old Mr. Mo we met that night has always lived in that ruined temple, right?"
I nodded: "Yes, Mr. Mo said he lived there for more than thirty years."
"Who is this Mr. Mo?" Long Yi asked from the side.
I replied: "His name is Mo Ziyang. Decades ago, he and my uncle Huang Yixian were the two famous Feng Shui masters in Liang County. Later he was beaten into a monster and a snake god. After he was released, he disappeared. Many people
Everyone thought he had gone to the coastal areas of Guangdong, but they never thought that he had been in Liangxian County all along, hiding incognito in that ruined temple in order to suppress the evil energy emanating from the stone beast at the entrance of the temple."
After listening to what I said, Long Yi pondered for a moment and asked: "Where is the ruined temple you mentioned?"
I raised my hand and pointed to the hillside next to me and said, "It's right there!"
"Is there a ruined temple there?" Long Yi looked a little surprised, because from where we are now, we can't see any buildings on the hillside. Of course, in addition to the terrain factors, it is also mainly the hillside.
The trees were so dense that the view was almost completely blocked.
I said: "That ruined temple has a history of hundreds of years, but because it is located in a remote place, it has been abandoned for a long time. I did not expect that Mr. Mo has always lived there."
As soon as I finished speaking, Wen Qingshan said, "Shi Yu, have you ever thought that maybe what Mr. Mo said may not be true."
I was slightly startled: "Boss Wen, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you have doubts about Mr. Mo?"
Wen Qingshan said: "I was just thinking that if your uncle was really attacked by someone from the cult in that ruined temple, Mr. Mo couldn't have been unaware of it, unless your uncle was attacked in a different place.
That ruined temple.”
Long Yi took over from the side and said: "If you want to find out the truth of the matter, I'm afraid you have to go to that ruined temple!"
I was also planning to go to the ruined temple to have a look. When Long Yi said this, I immediately waved my hand and said, "Let's go! Take a look!"
Although the ruined temple cannot be seen from our position because it is covered by trees, it is actually not that far away, and there is a narrow path leading directly from Jiuyan Pond to the ruined temple.
The three of us walked along the narrow path for five or six minutes, and then we saw a very dilapidated brick building. I raised my finger and pointed at the building and said to Wen Qingshan and Long Yi, "This is the ruined temple!"
Long Yi stared at the ruined temple for a while, and suddenly seemed to see something, his face changed slightly, and he said: "This is not an ordinary temple!"
"Brother Long, what do you mean by this?" I asked quickly.
Long Yi took a deep breath and said slowly: "This is a black sect temple!"
"Black Sect!?" Wen Qingshan and I were both surprised. The so-called Black Sect is actually the Bon Tantric Sect. According to our inference, there are inextricably linked relationships between the Black Sect and the Black Sect.
Wen Qingshan said: "As far as I know, the Black Sect is mainly spread in Tibet, Qinghai, and Danba and Aba Prefecture of Garze Prefecture in Sichuan. How could a Black Sect temple appear here?"
"This matter is indeed a bit strange. Black religion temples are actually distributed all over the country, and most of the temples were built in the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty. Through investigation, we found that these Black religion temples seem to be related to the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty.
relation."
After listening to what Long Yi said, I immediately thought of Chuang Wang Li Zicheng, and I suddenly understood something. I turned to Wen Qingshan and said: "Boss Wen, when we discovered the Chuang King treasure, didn't you just analyze and say that Chuang King
Does Wang have anything to do with a cult?"
Wen Qingshan nodded: "It seems that my inference is correct. King Chuang is likely to have secret support from the cult, and as a condition, King Chuang will build black sect temples all over the country."
Long Yi said: "However, most of these black sect temples are now abandoned. Although this temple is not big, it is still well preserved." After saying this, he turned to me and asked: "What do you think?
Mr. Mo still lives there?"
I nodded: "That's what he said!"
"In that case, let's go meet him!" After Long Yi finished speaking, he walked towards the ruined temple, and I inadvertently noticed that he quietly took out something and held it in his hand. It felt like a
arms.
I was worried that he would attack Mo Ziyang rashly, so I quickly followed him.
The three of us quickly walked to the gate of the ruined temple. The two stone beasts at the gate of the ruined temple had disappeared, leaving only two imprints. The two dilapidated wooden doors that were riddled with holes were ajar, and with the gusts of mountain wind,
When it blew, the wooden door shook slightly and made a "creaking" sound.
I shouted toward the door: "Senior Mo, are you there?"
After waiting for a while, there was no response. I shouted again, but still no response.
I couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't Senior Mo at home?"
As soon as I finished speaking, a man suddenly walked out of the temple door. I took a closer look and saw that it was none other than Mo Ziyang.
I immediately raised my fists towards Mo Ziyang and said, "Senior Mo, we..."
Before I finished speaking, Mozi Yang interrupted me coldly: "What are you doing here!?"
Mo Ziyang's attitude made me feel a little confused, because when I first met him, he was quite enthusiastic, but today he gave people a feeling of being unapproachable. He was completely different from the last time I met him.
I calmed down and said, "That's right, a murder occurred in Jiuyantang not long ago, and we are looking for clues. I thought that you, Senior Mo, live in this temple, so I came to see you."
Wen Qingshan took my words and said: "We came here rashly today. Please don't blame Mr. Mo! In fact, it was also because we stayed up all night that day. Mr. Mo, you are so old after all, and we are worried about your physical discomfort.
, that’s why I came over to take a look.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ziyang said: "I'm fine, please come back!" His tone was still cold, and after saying that, he turned around and entered the house, and slammed the two shabby doors.
Temple gate.
This move of his made all three of us a little surprised. We didn't know what was going on with this old man, and his temper suddenly became so strange.
Wen Qingshan lowered his voice and said, "There's something wrong with this old man."
I also muttered in confusion: "Yeah, last time I saw him, he was very polite. Why is he like this today! We are still guests after all, but we are not allowed to come in."
As I was talking, Long Yi beside me said, "Have you noticed just now that there seems to be blood stains on his clothes."
"Blood stains!?" I couldn't help but be surprised. I thought about it carefully. Mo Ziyang was wearing dark clothes just now. Even if there were blood stains, it was difficult to see at a glance, so I didn't notice it for a while.
Long nodded and continued: "Not only is there blood on his clothes, but there is also a smell of blood in the area."
After hearing what Long Yi said, I immediately smelled it carefully. Not to mention, it really smelled like blood.
I looked around and found a few free-range chickens near the ruined temple. I couldn't help but murmured in confusion: "Is he killing chickens inside?"
Long Yi shook his head, frowned and said, "I'm afraid I'm not killing a chicken!"
"If he wasn't killing a chicken, then why would he be stained with blood?"
Long Yi raised his nose and smelled it vigorously, then turned to look at me and said, "This smell of blood is not the smell of the blood of ordinary livestock and poultry, but human blood."