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Li Xin was surprised to hear what I said.

"Of course I'm eager to give that thing away, but will it cause you trouble? Although it's worth a few dollars, we can't do anything about it."

he said with concern.

"Besides, brother Yunfeng, you are not in need of this little money."

"I didn't take the Pearl Flower because of the money, but putting it with you will only bring harm to you, but it's different for me."

"Why is it different?" Li Xin was curious.

"You don't have to worry about that." I smiled lightly.

"I understand, I understand, don't ask any more questions. I'm going to get you the pearl flowers! Are you okay today? Can we have some drinks together at noon?" Li Xin smiled knowingly.

"Okay, everything happens to be fine. By the way, I'd like to trouble you to find out more about Zhuhua's origins. The more detailed the better."

"I will handle it!"

Li Xin went out happily and quickly brought Zhuhua over.

He didn't have a good rest for several days. He rested for a while with me, and when he woke up in the afternoon, he took me out to drink.

It’s still a familiar barbecue stall, and it’s still a familiar taste.

Li Xin was in a good mood and ordered a lot of meat skewers and a box of beer.

The cold and slightly bitter wine fills the mouth, bringing bursts of relief, and the emotions that have been suppressed for many days are suddenly opened by the alcohol.

I don’t know how much I drank, and I don’t know how I got back to the shop.

Lying on the bed in a daze, I vaguely felt Li Xiaohei cuddling next to me.

I fell asleep for a long time, and when I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

The sun is shining outside.

I rubbed my sore temples, got up, took a shower and changed clothes. After checking the time, I immediately picked up my backpack and went out.

Today is the last day of three days. I am going to Yunhua Temple to see if Zen Master Taixu has finished the small coffin.

I bought a pancake and fruit and ate it in two meals. After driving for more than an hour, I arrived at Yunhua Temple.

The temple is magnificent and solemn, occupying half of the mountainside.

However, as soon as I arrived at the gate, I felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

On weekdays, whether it is a holiday or not, there are many pilgrims, and even many outsiders come here to burn incense and worship.

But today, it was deserted, and it was unusually deserted.

The grand vermilion door was closed tightly, and a sign was erected at the door saying that it was closed today and thanked guests.

What happened to Yunhua Temple?

I felt vaguely uneasy, worried that the small coffin would cause trouble, so I walked around the wall, looking for a place where I could climb over the wall.

There are many locations with cameras, so I circled around a lot and finally found a blind spot.

After looking around, I jumped up hard, grabbed the edge of the wall with both hands, and climbed up with my feet on the wall.

As soon as he raised his upper body, he saw a panicked face.

Inside the wall, there was a young monk wearing gray robes, who was also climbing the wall.

He and I came face to face, and we were both stunned.

"It's you!" Soon, I recognized this young monk as the one who introduced me to Zen Master Taixu the day before yesterday.

The sound of footsteps came from the temple, and the young monk's expression changed. He didn't care what he said to me, he climbed over the wall with both hands, and ran down the mountain.

"Hey, wait, what happened?"

I jumped down quickly and chased after him.

The little monk said nothing, looked at me fiercely, and ran down quickly.

When he reached the bottom of the mountain, he saw that no one was catching up behind him, so he stopped and held his knees, breathing heavily.

"Here, what happened?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead and asked out of breath.

"It's all you. It was you who killed Zen Master Taixu!" The young monk pushed me angrily.

"What?" I was stunned.

"The evil thing you brought up the mountain not only killed Zen Master Taixu, but also made me a murderer!"

The little monk looked at me bitterly,

"How could this happen? Isn't Zen Master Taixu the most profound temple in your temple? Why did he die so easily?"

It was beyond my expectations and I couldn't believe it.

"You are still making sarcastic remarks. Who are you and why do you want to harm us?" The little monk's eyes were red and his chest was heaving violently.

"I didn't mean to harm you, I just encountered an evil thing and wanted to ask the Zen Master for help." I calmed down quickly.

"Tell me first, how did Zen Master Taixu die? If he was killed by an evil thing, why did you become a murderer?"

"It's you, you're the one who caused it!" The little monk was extremely flustered and frightened, unable to stay rational at all.

In grief and anger, he actually bumped into me.

I quickly got out of the way, but his center of gravity was unsteady and he fell directly to the ground, holding his head and crying loudly.

Judging from his age, he is only over ten years old. It is understandable that he would be panicked when encountering such a thing.

I waited patiently for him to cry for a while, then walked over and patted his shoulder, and said kindly: "Little monk, I can understand your mood, but you can't just make false accusations."

"If you hadn't brought the evil thing up the mountain, how could Zen Master Taixu have died?" the young monk sobbed.

"Don't you think it's too much for you to say that I was the one who caused it before things were clear? Tell me what happened, and I'll help you analyze it."

"I believe you are a good boy, how could you kill your elders."

As soon as he said this, the little monk cried even harder, as if he had been wronged and wronged.

After a while, he stopped crying, wiped his face, stood up, took a deep look in the direction of Yunhua Temple, and turned back to me and said coldly.

"Walk!"

"Where to go?"

"Go wherever you say you want to go. Zen Master Taixu told me before he died that I must find you. Only you can prove my innocence."

It seems that the death of Zen Master Taixu was not simple.

"Okay, then go to my house and leave now."

I took the young monk into the car and hurried back to the village in the city.

On the road, the young monk sat in the back, holding a yellow cloth bundle tightly in his hands, as if it was an extremely precious thing.

Speeding along, I brought him into my shop.

The little monk looked around and sat down tiredly with his yellow cloth bundle in his arms.

I poured him a cup of tea and asked him to take his time and speak slowly.

"Back to you!"

The little monk took out the small red coffin from the yellow cloth bag and threw it on the table angrily.

I opened the lid of the coffin, and there was a small pile of black ashes inside, like what was left after a paper figurine burned.

"Although Zen Master Taixu was not directly killed by you, it is inseparable from the evil thing you brought."

The young monk held the cloth bag and said angrily.

"Young monk, you can't say that. Zen Master Taixu took over the evil thing that day, which shows that he has the ability to resolve it."

I looked at the young monk's slightly green face and retorted.

"His death must be related to other things, right?"

"Otherwise, why would he let you come to me, a murderer, to prove your innocence?"

The little monk pursed his lips and said nothing.

I wasn't in a hurry, lit a cigarette, and leaned back on the chair leisurely.

"You don't have to speak, but you have to understand that the sooner you tell what happened, the sooner you can prove your innocence."