She would naturally do what Qi Yun came. The next day she dragged her foot to the crime scene, Yunyin Temple.

Due to the murder case, there were very few pilgrims coming to Yunyin Temple to burn incense, and there was no such thing as the prosperous scene in the past.

Yue Luo held Yuzhu's hand like a devout pilgrim who usually came to burn incense, step by step up the stairs. There are a total of fifty-three steps in front of Yunyin Temple Mountain, which means fifty-three visits, and see the Buddha.

Standing at the door to greet them was a five or six-year-old novice monk. The exaggerated monk robe covered his small body and looked extremely inconsistent. His little face, which was obviously childish but very serious, was very cute.

I saw him fold his hands together, bowing like a decent look and said in a slight voice, "I have met two donors."

The moon sets back and says, "My little master, we want to go and burn incense, please lead the way."

"Don't dare, donor invite him." The little monk turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation. Yue Luo saw that he was very round and cute, and couldn't help but tease him, "What do you call him little master?"

"My Monk's Dharma Name Xingyun" said the little monk with a crisp and clear saying, and he seemed very satisfied with the name.

"It turns out to be Master Xingyun," Yue Luo held back her laughter and asked again, "Why is Master Xingyun usually guided the pilgrims?"

"That's not. It's usually the senior brothers come, but there are fewer pilgrims in the temple recently, so they asked me to come." Xingyun replied honestly.

It is indeed a boring thing to guard the mountain gate, and there are fewer people coming recently, so those big monks are lazy and picking up these little monks who don’t know anything.

Yue Luo looked at Xingyun, who was washed with white robes walking in front of him, and suddenly felt pity. Seeing that he kept his head down and didn't speak out, he teased him, "Master Xingyun, why don't he look at me when he speaks?"

Xingyun scratched his head a little embarrassedly. He wanted to make excuses, but he thought that his master had said that monks would not lie, so he finally said in a singular manner, "Master said that the women at the foot of the mountain are all tigresses who can eat people, and told me not to talk to them."

"Hahaha" Yuzhu, who was watching the show on the side, couldn't help it first, laughing loudly, Xingyun lowered her head shyly, and a very suspicious red cloud floated on her round little face.

Yue Luo wanted to laugh very much, but when she saw Xingyun who was getting more and more embarrassed, she still held back, "Does my little master think I am also a tigress who can eat people?"

Xingyun looked up and saw that it was a fairy-like figure. He was confused for a moment and murmured, "Is sister a god in the sky?"

Yue Luo couldn't help it anymore, and she laughed with Yuzhu.

I was very familiar with Master Xingyun along the way, so when Yueluo suggested that he wanted to visit the lotus pond, Xingyun agreed without any hesitation.

It is early summer, and there are a few lotus flowers sparsely blooming in the lotus pond, and most of the rest are buds that are about to bloom.

Yue Luo looked at the pavilion in the center of the pool. A string of copper bells hung on each of the raised hexagonal eaves. The red paint on the red pillars had been mottled and fell off, and the green tiles on the roof of the pavilion were also staggered and incomplete, with a rather old beauty. Yue Luo remembered that the file Qi Yunlai sorted out was written in black on the white background, and this was the first crime scene.

"Mr. Xingyun, I heard that there seemed to be a murder there."

Xingyun sighed like a little adult when he heard this and said, "Hey, Mr. Wei is a great man, why did he die in a bad life?"

"Diet from a life of death?" Yuzhu felt funny when she heard these four words from a five-year-old child. Of course, she couldn't bear it and burst out laughing.

But the focus of Yue Luo is, "Diet by a life?"

But all the clues in the file are pointed to a result. The deceased fell into the water after getting drunk. After hearing Yuyan, she said that Qi Yunlai wanted to close the case with this, but after hearing the words of his newly accepted concubine, she changed her mind. After hearing this, Yueluo was very curious about Qi Yunlai's new wife, but after checking the concubine, she found that there was nothing worth exploring, so she gave up.

"Yes, how can you drink alcohol in Buddhism? You did something you shouldn't have done and died because of it. Isn't it just a death from a bad life?" Xingyun chanted "Amitabha."

"Wine?" This evidence did not appear in the file, but the witness's record mentioned the wine. Yue Luo thought about it and asked again, "How did the little master know that they were drinking?"

"I'm not conscious, what's wrong with drinking too much? Sure enough, what's the point of being right, and wine is not enough to be affected at all."

"So it's just a random guess." Yuzhu rolled her eyes in her heart and leaned closer to Yue Luo's ear and said, "Yue Niang, I don't think this little monk knows anything, so let's ask others."

Yue Luo shook her head, but she felt that the childlike innocence was interesting. Judging from the child's perspective, this case might have some breakthroughs.

Xingyun was a child who had been living in Buddhism and suppressed his nature. Suddenly, seeing such a beautiful sister, she pulled him to ask questions so patiently. As soon as she was happy, she opened up the conversation and began to talk nonsense:

"Mr. Wei comes to our Yunyin Temple every year to meditate and meditate. He eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha's name for half a month. Once he comes, I don't have to sweep the floor. Mr. Wei does it alone. But this year," he scratched his head, "This year is really strange."

"What a strange method?" Yuzhu asked impatiently.

Xingyun looked at her and said, "What's strange is that Mr. Wei came early this year. In previous years, Mr. Wei came in midsummer. He said he loved the lotus pond in our Buddhist temple the best. It blooms best in midsummer, but it came at the end of spring this year. I thought Mr. Wei would stay for the whole summer this time."

They were walking as they spoke, and they had already walked into the pavilion. Yue Luo stood beside the railing, looking at the red flowers and green leaves on the soles of their feet in thought. In addition to the dead, there were two other people in the pavilion: Mo Yanchen and Li Yue. They were both close friends of the deceased. They were also drunk and didn't know anything at all. They were still the wine that Jingzhao Prefecture Prefecture arrived after reporting the case. Yue Luo couldn't help but wonder, what kind of wine was this? It was so intense?

"Donor?" Xingyun raised his round little head and looked at her very obediently.

Yue Luo came back to her senses and smiled at him. Xingyun stood there staring blankly and said to herself, "I thought Mrs. Wei was a beautiful and beautiful person, but I didn't expect my sister to give birth to a more beautiful child."

A little man knows what is beautiful or not. Yue Luo shook his head funny. But when it comes to this Mrs. Wei, she was a stranger. She was originally a gentleman who was born in a brothel. Although she had no ingenuity, she was very beautiful. After being reborn by Wei Fu, she married him to make a re-string. Although Mr. Wei was much older than her, the two were very loving and happy. But Yue Luo thought that as long as a poet who was a poet who was good at writing, she always had to find a confidant to be able to follow her husband and wife. Otherwise, Yangchun Baixue was a strange interest in the end, and she would not be happy.

"Why, my little master knows this Mrs. Wei?" Yue Luoqi said.

"No, I'm not familiar with it." Xingyun waved his hand and clarified, "Mrs. Wei loves listening to people's lectures, and always asks Senior Brother Xingfeng to go. Hey, look, that's Senior Brother Xingfeng."

Yue Luo looked over Xingyun's hand and saw a young monk with fair face and a very distinctive appearance standing there, but his expression was a little disappointed and he was not sure what he was thinking about.

Yuzhu said secretly, "How do I feel that I know something amazing?"

Yue Luo glanced at her faintly, and the latter closed her mouth tactfully. However, Yuzhu's words attracted her attention. The old and weak husband, the young and beautiful wife, and the combination of old and young wives is always a bit inevitable.

"Hey," the little monk sighed like a little adult, "Because something happened to Mr. Wei, there are fewer pilgrims coming to our Buddhist temple. How can people who are truly willing to worship Buddha care about these rumors?"

Yue Luoqi said, "I'm afraid this is not from the mouth of my little master."

"Hehehe," Xingyun scratched his head and smiled, "It was said by the abbot," he said, "My Buddha is compassionate and can only save all sentient beings, how can I kill people? What is the saying of the Buddha statue killing is a false saying. Amitabha Buddha, I hope the Buddha forgives those ignorant people."

Xingyun sent them out of the mountain gate. She looked up at the sun that had reached the middle and said goodbye to Xingyun, "Thank you for your little master today."

Xingyun clasped his hands together and said politely: "Amitabha, let the donor walk slowly."

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A day when no one watched it.
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