Chu Sanlang suddenly improved, and the prefectural prefecture was full of joy and held a banquet to celebrate without mentioning it.

According to the instructions of the mysterious monk from the origin, Chu Zhizhou ordered people to build a temple in a relatively remote open space in the western area of ​​Jizhou, called "Gukong Temple". The monk then lived in and became the only monk inside.

As for the daily diet, Chu Zhizhou sent someone to worship him.

Gukong Temple was first built, and it was empty inside without Buddha statues, etc. It was very simple, with only a cushion on the ground.

The stinky monk usually sits cross-legged on the cushion, not knocking on the wooden fish, but only counting the rosary with his eyes closed.

All the situations are unreasonable. However, Chu Zhizhou had already determined that this stinky master was a master of the world and could not be measured based on ordinary etiquette.

This day was the fifth day after Chu Sanlang woke up. Chu Zhizhou asked him to go to the study to speak:

"Sanlang, you will tell me what happened that night again."

Chu Sanlang dared not hide anything, and said it based on his memory. Whenever he thought that his beloved sweat-blooded BMW was cut off by a knife and was placed at the end of his bed, leaving blood all over the bed, his heart was cut like a knife, and he felt very uncomfortable with lingering fear.

After listening, Chu Zhizhou walked with his hands behind his back and fell into the long exam.

Chu Sanlang knelt down on the ground and cried, "Uncle, you must avenge your child."

Chu Zhizhou said coldly: "Sanlang, don't worry, if you don't investigate this matter, bring the culprit to justice, can our Chu family still gain a foothold in Jizhou? Sanlang, don't leave the mansion these days, stay in the room for more time to stay in the room to avoid any trouble."

The dignified magistrate's palace was touched silently, and the head of the horse was slashed with a sword, and then placed it on the back of the young master's bed without knowing it. It was a shame and humiliation. It even meant that the other party could cut the horse's head at any time and anywhere, and it was a threat without any concealment.

Chu Zhizhou was not afraid of threats. Those who were in high positions like him could not be threatened so easily. In his opinion, the other party's behavior seemed to scare Chu Sanlang on the surface, but in fact, "Xiang Zhuang danced his sword with the intention of Pei Gong". He should have been to scare him.

Is the second prince's person?

Probably...

His first thought was the struggle in the current situation, and it could not be a personal grudge. After all, the Chu family had not been in office for a short time in Jizhou, and even if Chu Sanlang was domineering, he would not have provoked such a powerful opponent. As for ordinary people, even if they trampled and bullied them, they would not be able to do such a thing.

Don't have this ability!

There was no valuable information from Chu Sanlang, and the tiger and wolf guards in the mansion and the heads of the government office all went out. They had been on the open and secret investigation for many days, but they had no discovery. In terms of investigation, they had already fallen into a state of stagnation, just like this thing was not done by ordinary people, and they could do it seamlessly without any flaws.

Chu Zhizhou once thought that it was very likely that it was the hand of a strange man and a strange man who was recruited by the Second Prince. That would be difficult to deal with. Fortunately, the gods were pitiful and a stinky monk appeared on the ground.

He decided to visit the stinky monk and try some whispers.

In the west area, Gukong Temple, no incense is seen.

There is only one stinky monk in it now, describing a ferocious one. It has a stinky body and there are no Buddha statues in the temple. Where can it attract incense and worship?

Chu Zhizhou originally wanted to send people from the mansion to make incense to attract popularity, but was denied by the stinky monk and said, "I don't want to cross the ordinary people, and I don't want to incense."

Zhizhou Chu had no choice but to follow him.

He came to the temple in a sedan chair and got out of the sedan chair. Seeing that the temple door was closed, Chu Zhizhou ordered someone to go up and pull the door knocker and knock on the door.

After a while, the door opened wide and the figure of the stinky monk came: "It turned out that the magistrate was visiting, please come in."

Chu Zhizhou took two servants in, but no one served tea inside, and there was not even a place to sit. However, Chu Zhizhou had already scored, so he asked someone to bring a folding stool with him, and now he opened it and sat down.

The stinky monk was still sitting upright on the cushion and asked, "Sir, is there something wrong?"

Chu Zhizhou knew that he was a straightforward person and did not use false routines. He went straight to the point: "Yes, the master's magic power was unpredictable. He woke up his husband's nephew and returned to his position with a drink. Can you ask the master, who used the method to harm others?"

The stinky monk smiled slightly: "What the other party uses is just ordinary magic. It is probably just to scare Mr. Chu, and he has no intention of killing him."

Chu Zhizhou said sternly: "Even so, I cannot ignore it. I must ask for an explanation. In the past, Taizu ordered that Taoism and Dharma will be revealed in the world. If it disturbs people's livelihood, it will never be forgiven."

Although he was grateful to the stinky monk, he was not afraid.

The stinky monk raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "When the situation was at that time, can you tell me in detail?"

Zhizhou Chu did not hide it and said everything he knew.

The stinky monk sighed leisurely: "What a trick to kill the horse's head, and he was shocked by borrowing the corpse... By the way, where is the horse's head and body now?"

Chu Zhizhou said in a naughty way: "I have already been cleaned up and buried." Now, hearing the other party's words, he immediately saved the horse's corpse, which was probably an important evidence. But how could he think so much at that time? He only called the coroner to check it out and found that it was cut off by a sharp weapon like "sword blade", and then someone buried the horse's corpse.

He heard the stinky monk scream "What a pity" and said, "If the horse's corpse is still there, there will be more clues to be found, but now there is no way."

Zhizhou Chu couldn't help but sigh and asked unwillingly: "Master, there is no other way to investigate?"

The stinky monk shook his head: "The magical powers of Taoism are ever-changing. After many days, how can I start? Master Zhizhou, there is a saying that I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"Please tell me clearly by the master."

"There is a god three feet above your head!"

Chu Zhizhou was stunned: What the other party said seemed to have some meaning, but it was very mysterious and difficult to understand. He frowned and suddenly asked, "I wonder how long will the master linger when he passes through Jizhou?"

Although a temple was built according to the request of the stinky monk, he knew in his heart that the other party would not settle in the city.

The stinky monk replied: "It may be three or five days, or three or five years, and it may not be determined. If nothing else, please ask the Lord to return home. I will recite the scriptures."

Chu Zhizhou quickly stood up and said, "I'm upset, I'll come to visit you again next day." He didn't get the expected answer and felt a little depressed.

As soon as he walked a few steps, a stinky monk suddenly came from behind: "Sir, do you say you should kill the horse's head with just one sword?"

Chu Zhizhou said: "That is, with one sword breaking his head without any obstacles. The murderer will use it as a magic weapon."

The smelly monk nodded, closed his eyes again, and stopped talking. But when Chu Zhizhou went out and brought him to the door, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a breathtaking light shot out, muttering to himself:

"The sweat-blooded horse, beheaded with one sword, how sharp? Could it be that it was a flying sword... Tsk tsk, it's impossible. The flying sword cuts the horse's head, it's a big deal, it's a waste..."
Chapter completed!