"Hey, it seems this is destined to be a fruitless trip." Xu Qian finally took his first sip of tea since entering the temple and sighed:

"Master, do you know about the Sangbo case that has been spreading in the capital recently?"

Master Hengqing said nothing.

Xu Qi'an signaled his colleagues to be calm with his eyes, and continued: "The person in charge of my case was appointed by His Majesty. This is not because I am in the Emperor's heart and am appreciated by His Majesty..."

Xu Qi'an let out a long sigh and stopped talking.

Master Hengqing couldn't help but glance at him.

"It just so happens that I have been holding this matter in my heart for a long time. Now that I have arrived at the temple, I will have a good talk with the master." Xu Qian spoke for a moment and said:

"A few days ago, I was ordered to ransack the home of a prisoner. Your Majesty was merciful and did not include the family members in the house. However, when the house was searched, several colleagues saw the beautiful female family members in the house, and they became malicious and wanted to forcibly humiliate...

One of the girls was only twelve or thirteen years old.

"I couldn't stand this kind of thing, so I stopped them immediately, clashed with my superiors, and almost killed them. I was sentenced to be cut in half. Therefore, Your Majesty handed over the Sangbo case to me and asked me to make meritorious service.

"My good friend said that I was too impulsive. The right thing to do was to endure it first and then report it to the government later. But in that case, the girl had already been poisoned..."

Xu Qian's expression was painful and tangled: "They say that Buddhism is boundless and can save all sentient beings. May I ask, Master, whether what I did is right or wrong."

Lu Qing was taken aback and looked surprised. He didn't expect that there was such a thing behind Xu Qian's death sentence.

He was indeed different from other men... There was a gentle light in the woman's eyes.

Master Hengqing was slightly moved. Unexpectedly, this imperial eagle dog was still a warm-hearted person. He recited the name of the Buddha and said:

"As long as the donor has a clear conscience, he will not be implicated in the cause and effect."

"Master also thinks I did something wrong." Xu Qian said sadly.

Hengqing hesitated for a moment and said, "The donor is kind-hearted and compassionate in saving people. What's wrong with that?"

Xu Qian asked: "Why does the court want to sentence me to death?"

Master Hengqing comforted him and said: "The world is like a sea of ​​suffering. Being in it means that you can't help yourself. Many times, good intentions may not have good results. However, although it will be late, it will not be absent. Sang Bo's case is a mystery.

The number of days in the underworld is also a turning point for the benefactor."

"Master, I've realized it!" Xu Qian suddenly realized it, turned around and said to everyone:

"Everyone has heard it. Master Hengqing said that Dafeng is a sea of ​​suffering, and the Sangbo case is the retribution of the royal family. What are you doing here in a daze? Arresting people."

Clang, clang, clang... Everyone stood up immediately, and the sound of drawing swords resounded throughout the quiet room.

...

Zen room.

Master Panshu, the abbot of Qinglong Temple, is sixty-two years old. His bald head is no longer as shiny as when he was young, and his white beard has grown to his chest.

As a fifth-grade herrist, he has been stuck in this realm for more than twenty years.

The Buddhist system emphasizes the word "enlightenment". Some eminent monks have practiced Zen for decades and cannot make any further progress until they pass away.

And some monks, like a spring breeze coming overnight, suddenly realize that all dharma are the same, and they directly skip decades of hard training.

Master Panshu may be the former or the latter. Before enlightenment, no one can be sure whether he can achieve enlightenment.

This is called Schrödinger's epiphany, quantum Buddhism.

"Abbott, abbot..." A deacon came outside the courtyard and shouted anxiously across the courtyard: "A group of watchmen came from the temple and tied up the Hengqing Prison. They said he slandered the imperial court and despised the imperial court.

The royal family is going to jail."

Abbot Panshu opened his eyes and said in a gentle voice: "I understand."

The door of the quiet room opened automatically, and Abbot Panshu disappeared into the room.

....

The watchmen escorted the Hengqing Prison to the outside of the temple. More and more monks gathered along the way, with hostile eyes, forming a vague encirclement. As long as anyone came forward, they would immediately surround the group of court eagle dogs.

But the watchmen's power was too strong, and they surrounded this small group. Maybe a big group would come tomorrow and burn the Qinglong Temple to the ground.

Therefore, no one acted rashly.

"Master, don't be afraid. You went to the watchman's office. As long as you cooperate well, you will be released soon." Xu Qian comforted.

Xu Qi'an's smile at this time, in Master Hengqing's eyes, was like a devil's smile. It had no comfort effect at all.

"Amitabha!"

A majestic and kind voice came, which invisibly calmed the hostility and anger of the monks.

Xu Qian saw an old monk wearing a red and yellow cassock appear out of thin air three feet in front of him, blocking the way of the watchmen.

"The poor monk grows a tree."

"Abbot Panshu!" Xu Qi'an solemnly put his hands together and returned a salute, saying, "I have something to ask the abbot."

"Come with the poor monk." Abbot Panshu sighed.

Returning to the quiet room again, this time, except for Xu Qian, the other watchers, including the three Yin Luo, were all blocked out.

Xu Qi'an's attitude towards a fifth-grade master was much more solemn. A fifth-grade herrist corresponds to the fifth-grade realm of martial arts.

This is a master who has surpassed the realm of copper skin and iron bones.

"Master Abbot, I was ordered by the emperor to investigate the Sangbo case, and accidentally discovered that Jin Wuwei, a member of a hundred households, could hide it from the sorcerers of Si Tianjian. After many inquiries, do you know that Qinglong Temple has similar magic weapons?" Xu Qian reminded.

:

"This case is of great importance. For the sake of Qinglong Temple, Master Abbot must tell the truth. I am not threatening Master. I hope you understand."

"This temple does have a magic weapon that can cover the breath and hide it from any prying eyes." Abbot Panshu said in a gentle tone.

"Is this thing still in the temple?"

"No!" The abbot shook his head.

Xu Qian said nothing and waited for an explanation.

Abbot Panshu paused for a few seconds and sighed: "The reason why Hengqing deceived you is probably because the matter involves a scandal in this temple. If it spreads, it may also cause great disaster to this temple."

"The poor monk has a disciple named Henghui who is very talented. The poor monk originally had high hopes for him. However, his six roots were not purified and he had an affair with a female pilgrim who went up the mountain. He stole the magic weapon and eloped together.

Fleeed the capital."

Xu Qi'an squinted, looked at the abbot, and asked casually: "The identity of that female pilgrim?"

Abbot Panshu clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and replied helplessly: "Princess Pingyang."

"!!!"

Xu Qian's mind seemed to be struck by lightning.

In the Dafeng Dynasty, there were a total of the following categories of women with the title of princess: the emperor's concubine, the crown prince's daughter, the prince's daughter, and the princess' daughter.

Strictly speaking, except for the eldest princess born to the queen, the other three princesses were all concubines. However, Emperor Yuan Jing only had four daughters in his life. Things are rare and precious. Each princess has a title, so when calling them, there is no "" in front of them.

The word "county".

Although the current prince has a daughter, she is still young and cannot be involved in such things as elopement.

Therefore, Xu Qian deduced that the Princess of Pingyang was the princess of the clan.

This case became more and more complicated as the investigation progressed. What role did the monk who eloped with the princess play in this case? Xu Qian asked: "When did it happen?"

"More than a year ago." Abbot Panshu replied.

"Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts. I have one more thing to ask."

"Donor, please tell me."

"Qinglong Temple is the inheritance of the pagoda temple built by the monks from the Western Regions, right?"

Abbot Panshu remained silent and acquiesced.

"After the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple was blown up, I discovered a large formation at the bottom of the lake with Buddhist inscriptions engraved on it. That large formation was laid out five hundred years ago, and the Pagoda Temple also appeared five hundred years ago. More

What's interesting is that Emperor Wuzong was also five hundred years ago..." Xu Qian stared at the abbot:

"Does the Buddhist community in the Western Regions have any relevant records about that incident?"

After saying that, Xu Qi'an saw that Monk Panshu's face was extremely ugly, and he lost the indifference of an enlightened monk.

"Sir, this poor monk only wants to ask one thing..." Abbot Panshu stared at him with burning eyes. He wanted to say something but did not dare to say it. He had been thinking for a long time:

"The things under Sangbo really... escaped?"

"Absolutely true!" Xu Qian replied affirmatively.

Abbot Panshu seemed to have been greatly shocked, and the fear in his eyes could not be calmed down. His hands trembled slightly, he clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name to hide his loss of control.

This reaction...Xu Qi'an was a little surprised. The old monk's reaction was a bit too extreme. He asked straight to the point: "Is the one sealed under Sangbo the first generation eunuch?"

The old monk was completely unaware, he just lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name, his white eyebrows trembling.

After a long time, Abbot Panshu's mood slowly calmed down and he said in a deep voice: "The poor monk doesn't know what is sealed under Sangbo. But there is a saying that has been passed down since the time of the Pagoda Temple: When the monster comes out of Sangbo, the world will be destroyed.

Chaos.
To be continued...