"Why can't I be here?"

Li Nanke was also surprised by the other party's appearance, and the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, "Master Qianhu is very smart, he found the Lichen Temple so quickly."

"I'm asking you a question!"

Dong Wankun took a step closer, murderous aura bursting out of his body.

"I asked him to come."

Nie Ying's familiar cold voice suddenly floated over.

The woman walked to Li Nanke's side, slightly raised her smooth chin, which looked like it was made of white jade, and said calmly: "Dong Qianhu, do you have any objections?"

"It's you?"

Dong Wankun was startled, looked deeply at Nie Ying, turned around and led people into the temple.

"This Dong Wankun is quite powerful. He was able to find Lichen Temple." Li Nanke watched the other person's back retreating and couldn't help but frown.

If the other party is not as stupid as imagined, it will be difficult to deal with.

"New clues found last night."

Nie Ying handed a note to Li Nanke.

The man took it and looked at it with a strange look: "Which part of He Panjun's game is he taking the initiative to reveal clues?"

"have no idea."

Nie Ying shook her head, not bothering to think deeply. After all, there was someone smarter than her around her who would give the answer.

"Let's go and take a look first."

Li Nanke was not sure what kind of medicine the woman was selling in her gourd, so he entered the Lichen Temple.

Devastated by heavy rains and mudslides, Lichen Temple has completely lost its former prosperity. The collapsed buildings, trees and destroyed main halls have made every monk in the temple look sad.

Even the most basic food and accommodation have become a problem.

Not to mention relaxing and chanting sutras and chanting Buddha’s name.

The usually strong smell of incense is now much lighter, which seems to indicate the decline of the temple.

However, today is the day when Master Yongming, the governor of the city, is buried. Although the monks are in low spirits, they still stand in front of the bodhi tree in the prayer courtyard in an orderly manner.

The Bodhi tree stands tall, and a big hole has been dug in front of the tree.

The large, dark coffin was placed on one side.

The coffin lid is covered with sutra symbols.

A circle of eminent monks from the temple were sitting around, praying sutras and mantras under the leadership of a sad-looking host, and bidding farewell to Master Yongming.

Master Yongmo of the Supervisory Court carried out the complicated procedures of burning incense, worshiping and so on in an orderly manner.

Chang Ming and Chang Yu exchanged porridge, rice, tea and soup in front of the coffin.

During this period, Chang Ming glanced at the coffin from time to time, and then looked at the presiding officers who were chanting the scriptures, showing a trace of anxiety, as if he was looking forward to the coffin being buried soon.

Finally, with the last ceremony completed, Master Yongmo signaled the monks to carry the coffin into the pit.

Chang Ming also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Dong Wankun suddenly came with a group of shadow guards, breaking the solemn and silent atmosphere.

Seeing the shadow guard who appeared inexplicably, all the monks looked confused.

Yongmo's heart sank, and he quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Amitabha, may I ask why you came to my Lichen Temple? If you want to burn incense, please wait a moment, poor monk——"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll investigate the case!"

Dong Wankun interrupted the monk impatiently and said coldly, "I suspect that someone in your temple has colluded with the imperial criminals being investigated by the court. Come forward honestly, otherwise... don't blame me for not giving you these.

Monk, show mercy!"

What!?

As soon as these words came out, the monks immediately exploded.

The abbot of Lichen Temple, Hui Hai, looked solemn. He stood up and came to Dong Wankun and said softly: "Sir, is this a misunderstanding? We at Lichen Temple have always abided by our duties and did not interact with any forces outside the temple, let alone

He colluded with the imperial criminals."

"Yes, sir, the monks in our temple are all innocent, and the county magistrates also know it."

Yongmo defended hurriedly.

"Is this a misunderstanding? It's not up to you to decide!"

Dong Wankun glanced at the monks and said in a cold voice, "I will not come to trouble you for no reason! Someone saw a monk in your temple having contact with a woman wearing a white hat. Who it is, tell me immediately

get out!"

Tingdong Wankun didn't seem to be talking nonsense out of thin air. The monks present looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

Chang Ming was trembling and his face turned pale.

He tried to calm down and lowered his head slightly, trying not to attract the attention of the shadow guards.

Li Nanke and Nie Ying stood not far away.

Seeing the coffin that had not yet been buried, the man was thoughtful.

Nie Ying also saw the coffin, which was much larger than usual. Recalling the man's previous judgment, she asked: "Could it be——"

"Shh."

Li Nanke stopped the woman from speaking, "Watch first and then talk."

Immediately, he shifted his gaze to Chang Ming, and looking at the little monk's unusual micro-expression, he became even more confused.

Obviously, the monk who had contact with He Panjun was Chang Ming!

"How does this kid know He Panjun?"

Li Nanke had previously investigated the monks of Lichen Temple. This Chang Ming had been living in the temple without any hidden identity.

A woman of He Panjun's status would never be in the same relationship.

"Why, you don't dare to come out?"

Seeing the unresponsive monks, Dong Wankun laughed angrily and said sadly, "Okay, I like people like this. It doesn't matter, I have the means to find him out!"

The cold and sinister voice made people shudder.

"Sir, it is really impossible for the monks in our temple to collude with the imperial criminals."

Yongmo realized that the situation was not good, gritted his teeth, took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and tried to secretly stuff them into Dong Wankun's arms, "Sir, do you think we should investigate again?"

"Get away!"

Unexpectedly, Dong Wankun kicked him away.

Banknotes were flying in all directions.

Yongmo, who was kicked out, lay on the ground and vomited blood. Two monks quickly stepped forward to help him.

The host frowned, his long silver beard fluttering slowly in the wind, sighed slightly, and said in a gentle voice:

"Since your Excellency insists that someone in our temple is colluding with imperial criminals, the poor monk will cooperate with Your Majesty in the investigation.

But please allow me one thing, sir. Today is the day when the former superintendent of our temple, Elder Yongming, will be buried. Can you please allow our temple to hold the funeral first, and then cooperate with your Majesty’s investigation?”

"What the hell, it's none of my business who you bury!"

Dong Wankun, who only wanted to solve the case as soon as possible, did not tolerate the other party. He spat directly towards the coffin and cursed casually, "I still suspect that you have stolen goods hidden in this coffin. Open it for me!"

Hearing this, all the monks showed angry faces.

Several eminent monks stood guard in front of the coffin.

There was a cold look in the host's eyes: "Sir, don't bully others too much."

"Deceiving?"

Dong Wankun sneered, "I came to investigate the case to apprehend imperial criminals. This is also called bullying. Huh, I think your Lichen Temple is not clean at all. Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I will arrest you all, one by one.

This is an interrogation, and my shadow guard has plenty of ways to make you tell the truth!"

Dong Wankun's words were like piercing steel thorns, making the monks present suddenly change their expressions.

Only then did they realize that these were extremely cold-blooded imperial executioners. Once they were caught in prison, what awaited them would be inhuman torture and even death!

Some monks were so frightened that they wanted to run away, but were stopped by the shadow guards.

For a moment, everyone was extremely uneasy.

"Catch them!" Dong Wankun waved his hand and shouted coldly.

"It's him!"

At this moment, a panicked voice suddenly sounded.

It was actually the young monk Chang Yu.
To be continued...