When Dong Ming and others returned to Suichang County again, the woman who had previously been witnesses had disappeared.

Dongming also regrets it a little.

In fact, I should have asked about that woman's situation first.

After all, it is a bit strange to why she went to a Qingjing Temple where there were no monks for a long time.

Along the way, Dong Ming was also testing Chi Xiaoyun.

Chi Xiaoyun has no flaws.

However, Qingran once pulled Dong Ming next to him and whispered that he didn't like the smell of Chi Xiaoyun.

...

After a cup of tea, they arrived at the county government office.

Looking around, the yamen officers looked dazed and listless.

It seemed that the murder they just saw had nothing to do with them.

Dong Ming took a step forward and bowed, "Two men, come from Chang'an City in the morning of Dong Ming, and have something to do... meet the county magistrate first."

But when he finished speaking, the yamen nodded and said expressionlessly: "Come in with me."

Such absurdity made Dong Ming a little surprised.

He originally thought of some remarks.

He even planned to let Chi Xiaoyun come forward if it really didn't work.

Unexpectedly, the result was so simple.

Chi Xiaoyun smiled and said, "How is it, I didn't lie to you, have you?"

"The county government here is very casual."

Perhaps it was because Chi Xiaoyun and Dongming were getting a little closer.

Or maybe it is because Chi Xiaoyun's neat personality seems to be more similar to Dongming.

Qingran suddenly ran up, holding the snacks in one hand, holding Dong Ming's arm with the other, and hummed with a little dissatisfaction.

Dong Ming looked at Qing Ran in surprise: "What's wrong, you're choking?"

"..." Qingran rolled his eyes, as if he was angry, muttering words that could not be heard, and took a bite of the mung bean cake in his hand.

Dong-hyun scratched his head, but couldn't see that:

"Are you hungry?"

"It's okay, you can put your stomach first."

"We'll find a place to eat later."

Chi Xiaoyun, who was beside him, looked at Dong Ming in surprise:

"Aren't you... not husband and wife?"

Dong Ming was stunned and nodded subconsciously: "Yes, we are husband and wife."

"But...we are not married yet."

"How to say..."

"Well... it's the words of the matchmaker."

Chi Xiaoyun smiled and said, "So that's it."

As he said that, he looked at Dongming with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes and walked forward quickly.

Seeing the interaction between the two, Chen Huang behind him couldn't help but look helpless:

"This is really...the elm head..."

...

In the Suichang County Government Office, after seeing the visiting Dongming and the others who came to explain their purpose, the county magistrate still looked like he was out of control.

"Qingjing Temple..."

"Um……"

"You guys come with me."

As he said that, the county magistrate brought Dong Ming and four people to the warehouse where the files were placed.

The county magistrate searched for the file on the shelf and took out part of it. He threw it out without looking at it.

Seeing the files and booklets falling messily on the table or the ground, a hint of strangeness appeared in the winter.

Is this county magistrate really sick?

Dong Ming couldn't help but look at Chen Huang, and Chen Huang shook his head slightly, signaling Dong Ming to ignore it for the time being.

Immediately, the four people picked up all the files.

The county magistrate said: "There are all the parts about Qingjing Temple here, you can find them yourself."

"After finding it, you can leave yourself."

Seeing the county magistrate leaving in a daze, Dong Ming couldn't help but feel speechless.

Behind this, they are all very important case files in Suichang County.

Some, maybe some secrets are involved.

He just gave it to himself and others with confidence?

With a helpless look on his face, Dong Ming sat cross-legged and first split the information from Qingjing Temple.

After all, it was a Buddhist temple that began to appear since the Wuzhou period.

But what they investigated obviously should not be traced back so long ago.

On the side, Chen Huang seemed to have no intention of helping, but looked at the departing county magistrate with a hint of playfulness.

Seeing this, Qingran couldn't help saying, "People, aren't you going to help?"

"What's the problem with that county magistrate?"

Chen Huang nodded: "I told you before that the county magistrate and the yamen had signs of three corpse worms on their bodies, right?"

"But... the county magistrate I saw today looked dazed, but there was no defect in the three corpse insects."

Qingran scratched his head: "The Lord of the Pavilion means..."

Chen Huang narrowed his eyes slightly and folded the peacock fan: "Is this county magistrate... really a county magistrate?"

The conversation between the two did not lower.

Chi Xiaoyun helped Dongyang start to select useful files.

After about a stick of incense, Dong Ming finally found useful information.

“Here!”

"I found the information about host Lianxin!"

However, after reading it, Dong Ming's doubts became deeper.

The records of Chef Lianxin’s period are about thirty years ago.

Logically speaking, if the temple is elected and recognized, it also requires relevant registration and bookkeeping.

However, there are very few introductions about the host of Lianxin.

The records on the file only say that the host Lianxin looks handsome and is well versed in Buddhism. Whenever he talks with a pilgrimage, he can make the other party feel enlightened.

Because, the host Lianxin once became a very respected master in the hearts of the people.

However, for such a monk, Lian Xin presided over the existence of Qingjing Temple for only ten years.

That is, about twenty years ago, the director of the Lianxin fell seriously ill and passed away.

But at that time, Qingjing Temple still existed.

Dong Ming couldn't help but frown.

Is Lianxin dead from the illness when the director of the school?

How is this possible?

If he was just an ordinary person and died of illness, then what did he see?

But in turn, infer.

If the host of Lianxin is the Rakshasa they speculated that they wanted to leave Qingjing Temple with their Taoist practice, there should be more and more perfect methods.

There is no need to use the reason why you get sick for a long time and are prone to flaws.

For a moment, Dong Ming couldn't help but mutter:

"So... After Lianxin presided over, Qingjing Temple also existed for a long time."
To be continued...