"Boss, what kind of world is this?" A constable guarded the three corpses in front of him and said to the captain beside him, "Even the monks are killed."

They were from the Taiyuan Prefecture Office. After receiving the report, they rushed over. Because there was a lot of manpower in Taiyuan, they only needed five people. This time, they led the team with Captain Wei.

Captain Wei looked at the corpses on the ground and said, "How do you know they are monks?"

"This..." The detective just now stretched out his finger and pointed at the other party's bald head, and he was just trying to say this, but he was confused. Because he saw the head looking at him, he suddenly had an idea and said, "Are these fake monks?"

"Have you found their certificate?" Captain Wei asked.

"Is there no certificate of proof?" The detective touched his chin and pondered: "It can be said that nothing can prove their identity."

Captain Wei checked the corpse on the ground. The arrow feathers on his chest had been removed. The metal arrows seemed to be not made by the Liao people. His hands rubbed against the arrows, which were extremely sharp and could easily cut through the skin. When he thought of this, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" The detective beside him looked at his boss's expression, knowing that it was not a good thing.

When Captain Wei heard the sound, he said, "Nothing?" He could not say that this was a sharp arrow from the Song Dynasty or a military supplies. He looked up at the north. The reason why the Song Dynasty was able to resist the Liao Kingdom was based on advanced weapons.

Why did he infer that the rotten leaves that were shot through in the woods he had just checked were still footprints outside a thousand steps. The man stood up, using a longbow, not a crossbow. The crossbow was not so far away. But who could shoot three people out of a thousand steps, and it was very accurate? The answer was only Zhebe of the Liao Kingdom in the north. He also came down from the battlefield back then, and clearly remembered the terribleness of those sharpshooters, one arrow and one life.

He remembered his days in the army. He watched his brothers fall down one by one. He was the only survivor of the entire battalion. The only survivor of the 500 people in the entire battalion. People think that his survival was a miracle. Only he himself knew that he was afraid. After the battle, he returned to his hometown to work as a constable.

"Hi. Boss, look at what I found?" A constable found a package while searching for the relics. It was exactly what Xiaoyuer had left at that time. He thought there was nothing in the package, but it was torn apart at that time, so it was not sorted out.

Captain Wei took it over and checked it and found that it was a silk product, and it was very new. Although it was torn, it did not mean that he had no value. There was nothing but a few clothes inside. It was different from what the monk wore. They couldn't afford it. He put the package in his nostrils and sniffed it. It was the fragrance of a woman. Did he think too much about it?

"Boss, what did you find?"

"Dongdong" the bell of Tianlong Temple rang. The bell sounded deep, loud, long and shocking.

The bells in Buddhist temples are mostly knocked once in the morning and evening, each time they are 18 times. They are 18 times slowly, and then 18 times slowly. This is repeated twice, and a total of 108 times. Why should it be set as 108 times? One says that there are December in a year, 24 solar terms, 72 times (five days are one time), which is combined into 108, symbolizing the cycle of reincarnation for a year and the eternal world. The other says that people have 108 kinds of troubles, and the bell rings for 108 times to eliminate all the troubles in the world.

As the bell stopped, Captain Wei looked up at Tianlong Mountain in the distance and said, "It seems that we need to go to Tianlong Temple."

"What?!" The constables were surprised.

"Is it really a monk? Didn't you just say these things are not monks?"

Captain Wei looked at the brothers' doubts and smiled and explained, "I didn't say this, I was talking about the owner of the package." The only evidence was swinging in his hand.

"Notify the charity village and accept the body. Then follow me."

On the way, the constable asked, "Boss, you are so willing to judge, the murderer is in Tianlong Temple?"

Captain Wei smiled and said, "Women, besides having children, they are embroidering flowers at home. The only chance to show up in public is to follow the Buddha. Do you think she is a woman from the Beggars' Sect?"

When the constables heard the sound, they burst into laughter. Although there were female disciples in the Beggars' Sect, they did not have the habit of placing fragrant powder on them.

...

The evening bell of the temple rang, and the little fish came to the dining hall. Master Yongxin had informed him early to come for a meal. It happened that the sentient beings rang.

Qiao'er clasped her hands together and muttered: "The bell shines and hearsays. The worries are light, the wisdom is long, Bodhi is born, leaving hell, leaving the kang, wishing to become a Buddha, and saving sentient beings..." It has been with the sentient beings."

"Such aspiration, the little donor, both blessings and wisdom, and has immeasurable merits." An old monk came in, with a dark gray robes beside him. He was thin, his face was slightly black, his eyes were in a dilemma, and he had a black beard on his mouth, but he was not messy at all. It seemed that this monk was very particular.

"Who is the master?" Xiao Yuer looked at the old monk in surprise and asked.

Yongxin clasped his hands together and said honestly: "Yongxin has met the abbot uncle."

Xiao Yuer also sat in the Buddha's form and said, "I've seen the master."

The old monk came to Xiaoyuer, held his palm in one hand, lowered his head slightly, smiled, and said, "I have met two little donors in the industry." Then he turned around and left. Two disciples were following him.

When Xiao Yuer saw this show, she asked, "Isn't your master abbot? Why is another abbot coming out?" Xiao Yuer was deeply influenced by the TV series and always thought that the abbot was also called the abbot. Yongxin's master was the abbot, which was really a bit confused.

Qiaoer smiled and said, "Brother Xiaoyuer, this abbot is different from the abbot. The abbot is only one aspect of management, just like there are still many prime ministers in the court. But there are also differences between the chief and the deputy?"

"Oh." Xiaoyuer suddenly realized.

Yongxin said: "Although what this little donor said is not completely correct, it is not bad either. The uncle of the industry is the precept temple in this temple." Then he reached out and asked for it, "Please please, two donors."

Xiaoyuer and Qiaoer were guided on a table. There were a few dishes on the table, Mapo tofu, braised gluten, bean sprouts...

Yongxin still honestly became a Buddha and said, "Please use it slowly for you," and then turned around and left.

"Don't Master Yongxin sit down and eat together?" Xiao Yuer asked politely.

Yongxin showed a kind look and said, "No, I have always been with my fellow brothers. And there are regulations in the temple that I will not disturb you anymore. Yongxin said goodbye." He lowered his head and pushed back. When he arrived at a corner of the wall, there was a long dining table with steaming rice in wooden barrels on it, which was similar to a few side dishes. It was about the same as the ones on the Xiaoyuer's table. However, there were no bean sprouts. It seemed that the dish was indeed a problem in the north.

Xiao Yuer thought that maybe she should teach Chen Shaoqing to develop this project. Well, forget it, just that layer of plastic film is his.

"What are you thinking? Are you having any evil thoughts?" Qiao'er said sadly as she looked at Xiaoyuer.

"What?" Xiao Yuer heard the sound and had contacted too much, the little girl would also joke. She gave her a blank look and said, "I'm thinking about the people's livelihood plan."

"People's livelihood plan?" Qiao'er showed a puzzled expression.
Chapter completed!