Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 132 Pepper noodles

   It really didn’t take so many servants to save a woman. Zhao You brought not only the shovel, but also several servants, and volunteered: “Lin Shaoqing, what are you going to do? Let’s do it!”

It is better to leave it to them to work hard. Looking at the servants who rolled up their sleeves, Lin Fei hesitated, nodded, pointed to the hosta flower bed in front of him, and said: "Dig the flower bed, and look at it. Is there anything?"

  Zhao You nodded immediately.

Lin Fei took Liu Yuan and Wei Fu back to the Buddhist hall in front of him. He didn't take a closer look at the Buddhist hall just now, but felt that the incomplete statues of gods and Buddhas in the Buddhist hall made the place that should be majestic and sacred gods become inexplicably eerie and weird stand up.

  Lin Fei walked around the empty Buddhist hall, walked to the incomplete statue of God and Buddha, and looked up at the incomplete statue of God and Buddha in front of him.

   Seeing this, he didn't speak for a long time.

  Besides, Wei Fu and Liu Yuan didn't understand, so they followed his gaze, but they didn't see anything except eerie.

At this moment, Lin Fei said: "If the entire Chang'an city is regarded as a square talisman, they must take Han Jun's body to Zhuang Meiniang's study, which means that this study is regarded as a talisman. The town point of paper. There are many talismans drawn with the study as the town point. Considering the murderer’s crimes and evil deeds, it should be a talisman such as a soul-suppressing talisman and a resurrection talisman. Residential houses, there are too many people talking, so it is not suitable for such shady things. Therefore, the soul-suppressing talisman is the most likely."

Lin Fei explained the reason why he found Qiude Temple: "If it is a soul-suppressing talisman, it will point to this empty temple at the end, and there are ghosts and gods near this temple, and others will not dare to approach it. most likely."

  Wei Fu and Liu Yuan didn't realize it until now: No wonder Lin Shaoqing went straight to Qiude Temple as soon as he came!

"I checked the history of Qiude Temple. Since Jingxin, the last abbot of Qiude Temple, passed away six years ago, it has become a deserted temple, and there are rumors of being haunted." Lin Fei said, "The rumors of being haunted It started with the death of Jingxin."

  Hearing this sentence, Wei Fu and Liu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, almost without thinking, he blurted out: "Then the murderer killed Jingxin?"

   "That's not true!" Regarding this, Lin Fei shook his head and said, "He knows martial arts with a pure heart, but his health has not been very good, and he died of illness."

   "It's just that after the illness died, within a few days, someone smeared blood on the temple wall." Lin Fei said, "Once a place like a temple is haunted, it is more terrifying than an ordinary house."

  This is the origin of the haunting of Qiude Temple. As for the masters, Taoist priests and dancing masters who were invited to practice, why can’t catch ghosts...

   "I don't know if those masters, Taoist priests, and dance masters have real skills," Liu Yuan understood, "But it's human beings who do evil, and those methods of dealing with demons and ghosts are useless."

  Lin Fei glanced at him, nodded and said, "That's roughly the case. I also checked the past of this master named Jing Xin before he became a monk, and found something by accident..."

  Before he finished speaking, he heard a howling sound like ghosts and wolves from the flower garden.

   The shouts of "Lin Shaoqing" and "Lin Shaoqing" continued to ring out.

  Liu Yuan and Wei Fu subconsciously glanced at the back door of the Buddhist hall leading to the flower garden: What about these tall and powerful servants? How old is he, and when he gets scared, he only knows to call "Lin Shaoqing"? Are you so timid?

  Lin Fei didn't continue talking, but when he heard the shout, he took Liu Yuan and Wei Fu to the direction of the flower garden.

  After arriving at the flower garden, Liu Yuan and Wei Fu, who said in the Buddhist hall that "the servants are timid", were also stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

  Countless rotting corpses were dug out from the flowerbed, and the stench filled the air.

  The faint moon-white hosta flower absorbs the nourishment of the carrion corpse, leaving it beautifully and desolately, but who knows that there is...

  Liu Yuan boasted that he had stayed in Dali Temple for so long, and had seen quite a few corpses, but it was the first time he saw such a beautiful yet heart-wrenching scene.

   Covering his mouth to resist the urge to retch, Liu Yuan looked at Lin Fei who pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere to cover his mouth and nose: "Lin Shaoqing, this..."

   "Let Wu Bu come here!" Lin Fei frowned and looked at the corpse in front of him, and said, "Determine the age. If the age is right, the missing persons who reported to the Chang'an government office should be here."

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  The silver light in front of her was flying like silk, but the coldness that brushed against her wrist told her that what was in front of her was not a fancy silk, but a weapon that could kill someone at any time.

  Jing An struggled a bit while holding the dagger, the soft blade once again passed close to her face, drawing a **** gash.

"I'm not very good at martial arts, I'm as good as a three-legged cat." The girl said before she started, a pair of bright pupils were stained with a layer of mist, as if she was about to cry, wronged and frightened, "My lady won't let me go!" If there is a way out, remember to let me."

   But the three-legged cat skill this girl said made her feel extremely difficult. Jing An looked at the girl in front of her, and her eyes were full of hostility at first: "The little girl is really good at deceiving people!"

While preventing her from getting close with the soft blade, the girl said seriously: "I'm not lying! I'm really just a three-legged cat, but the lady doesn't seem to see her own abilities very clearly! "

  Didn't Jing An tell her about the "bald donkey"? What she learned was nothing more than self-defense skills, so she could only bully those ordinary people who don't know martial arts.

   Previously, all Jing An's targets were weak scholars who didn't know martial arts, and they all succeeded. Without exception, Jing An really overestimated herself, thinking that she was some kind of great master.

  If Liang Hongjin were to come, I'm afraid it would only be a matter of two fists. Just to meet her, this Jing An can only do a few tricks.

  So, people, you still have to recognize yourself and listen to the advice of others.

Most likely, she didn't dare to rest assured of Jing'an. The person who taught her martial arts taught her to use a dagger. This is a weapon that can only be used in close quarters. Compared with a soft sword that is easy to handle, Jing'an obviously needs much more effort than her. .

  Looking at Jing An who was gradually losing strength in front of him, Wen Mingtang rubbed his stomach subconsciously: It seems that it is good to eat morning food and have more physical strength.

  Wen Mingtang looked at Jing An who was starting to lose his strength and pant, and touched the paper bag in his sleeve pocket.

  Among the pepper noodles scattered all over the sky, with a bang, the dagger was released, and Jing An knelt on the ground with her hands cut behind her back.

The feeling of being choked by the pepper noodles is really uncomfortable. Jing An, who sucked her mouth and face, closed her tearful eyes, opened her mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but the moment she inhaled the pepper noodles, she was attracted again. I couldn't stop sneezing for a while, and couldn't even speak.

  After a fight, the clouds stopped and the rain stopped, and the sky was bright again, but it was a pity that Jing An, who had her eyes closed tightly, couldn't see anything.

She could only hear the clear and crisp voice of the girl behind her: "Hey! I heard that Tangyuan said that Lao Yuan likes pepper noodles. I specially ground some to take to Lao Yuan. Now I have to go back to the public kitchen to prepare again. .”

  (end of this chapter)