Volume 2: The Case of the Red Lotus in the Ancient Temple Chapter 61: What to Say
"Amitabha!" Abbot Xuanbei proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then said in a deep voice: "The story edited by Duan Shi is indeed nice, interlocking, and fascinating. But, what does it have to do with Lao Monk? Everything is just Duan Shi's guess.
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"Hmph!" Xing Qianqiu took a step forward: "Whether it is a guess or not, we can find out if we take you and torture you severely."
"Amitabha, although I am just an outsider, I am not someone who just takes whatever the benefactor says or tries him whenever he says!" Abbot Xuanbei said in a deep voice.
"Then try it!" Xing Qianqiu replied coldly.
"Wait, wait, don't worry, you two!" Duan Ming patted Xing Qianqiu's shoulder and looked at Abbot Xuanbei: "I knew you would never admit it. After all, this matter looks like you
It’s done flawlessly.”
As he spoke, Duan Ming glanced at the Master of Wangji Palace: "If you know the truth, you will either remain silent or you will kill me."
"The reason why Fa Wu, Fa Neng and Fa Ming were not killed is probably because the news they received was conveyed by Master Jinghui, and Master Jinghui must have assumed the name of Master Jingxin.
Duan Ming looked at the three of them: "Am I right? Three masters?"
"Amitabha, it is indeed the case." Fa Neng clasped his hands and nodded: "The three young monks did not know the meaning of this move at the time. They were just informed by Junior Brother Jinghui to throw the round iron ball into the room.
I never thought it would cause a big disaster."
"Amitabha. Afterwards, the three young monks also suspected the matter and went to Jinghui to question, but Jinghui refused to admit it." Fa Ming also shook his head and said: "The three young monks were worried about setting themselves on fire, so, so... alas,
Amitabha……"
"Three masters, you don't have to be like this." Duan Ming said with a smile: "This is normal and human nature. Besides, you don't have any evidence to prove that this thing was indeed given by Jinghui."
"And it is precisely because of this that you three masters were able to avoid the murderous hands. It is really a blessing."
"Amitabha, thank you so much, Donor Duan." Fawu said in a deep voice.
"Master Jingxin." Duan Ming looked at Abbot Xuanbei: "Have you already guessed that Abbot Xuanbei did this?"
"Amitabha." Jingxin lowered his head and proclaimed the Buddha's name without saying a word.
"It's just that first of all, Abbot Xuanbei has a nurturing kindness to Master Jingxin, and secondly, Master Jingxin has no way to prove his guess. So Master Jingxin doesn't dare to speak out, and can only think of ways to stop Abbot Xuanbei from continuing to kill people.
Duan Ming sighed: "Therefore, Master Jingxin has been by Abbot Xuanbei's side almost all the time, making it clear that he only hopes Abbot Xuanbei will stop."
"But Abbot Xuanbei can't hold back anymore. Unless he kills everyone who knows about it, Abbot Xuanbei will have trouble sleeping and eating." Duan Ming exhaled a long breath: "The pure heart has long been impure, and Xuanbei's sorrow has returned.
For whom?"
"Amitabha." Abbot Xuanbei suddenly said: "If Donor Duan has no real evidence, you should leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will ask Master Wangji Hall to help me seek justice."
"Xuanbei, I've already told you, don't worry. Do you really think everything you do is perfect?" However, this time, Duan Ming scolded him sternly: "The passing wind leaves a sound, and the passing goose leaves a trace.
, but everything you have done must leave traces!"
Duan Ming then turned to look at Xu Shizhong: "Xu Shizhong, have you accomplished what I arranged?"
"Mr. Duan." Xu Shizhong glanced at Xing Qianqiu, then clasped his fists at Duan Ming and said, "It's ready!"
"Then bring it up!" Duan Ming said solemnly.
Immediately afterwards, several Mingjing officials were seen walking out of the temple, holding a package in their hands. When they opened it, they saw that it was a red dress.
"Xuanbei, do you recognize this red dress? It is hidden behind the abbot's room. I originally thought it was hidden by Master Jingxin, but after thinking about it carefully, it doesn't make sense." Duan Ming said in a deep voice: "The abbot's room.
It’s not close to Master Jingxin’s wing, and there is no need for him to hide so far away until our Mingjing Division comes in the future, so I suddenly thought that this thing was not hidden by Master Jingxin, but by you!”
"Those who have transvestism are never Master Jingxin, but you, Xuanbei!"
Then Duan Ming waved his hand again, and an official came out holding a small wooden box. When he opened it, he saw several metal balls inside.
"I asked someone to search your abbot's room while I was telling the story just now." Duan Ming said solemnly: "It's just as I expected. How can you only have one of this thing?"
"Mr. Duan knows things like a god, we found this on the beam of the abbot's room." said the mirror official.
"The Mirror Division is going to search the abbot's room. Because of your status as abbot, you can't search too carefully, let alone the beams!" Duan Ming said, picking up an iron ball and finding a small mechanism on it.
Open it and throw it on an uninhabited rock.
Suddenly the iron ball cracked open and the white powder inside scattered all over the floor.
After just a short while, the powder began to burn violently, emitting a faint green light!
"Let me just say it, Bai Phosphorus." Duan Ming said solemnly.
"Amitabha!" Abbot Xuanbei read out the Buddha's name again without changing his expression: "Donor Duan, Donor Xing, you don't know where you got these things from, and you just want to frame me?"
"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin!" Duan Ming snorted coldly: "Old Xing, take him down!"
"Okay!" Xing Qianqiu responded, jumped up, and rushed towards Abbot Xuanbei.
However, what shocked everyone was that Abbot Xuanbei actually announced the Buddha's name, and then greeted Xing Qianqiu.
Abbot Xuanbei's martial arts skills are extremely high, and even Xing Qianqiu was unable to defeat him in a short period of time.
"Uncle Meng, help!" Li Waner said in a deep voice.
"Okay!" Mr. Meng, who had been silent until now, responded, leaped up, and several flying knives appeared in his hands, flying towards Abbot Xuanbei like meteors.
Due to Mr. Meng's action, Abbot Xuanbei finally fell into a disadvantage and was quickly caught by the two of them.
"Unexpected, unexpected." Duan Ming said with a smile: "Abbot Xuanbei, who can only sit on the bed due to bad legs and feet, is actually a martial arts master!"
"Humph, I was originally a warrior monk, so why not!" Abbot Xuanbei said solemnly: "Xing Qianqiu, Meng Changkong, you two have insulted me like this, I will definitely seek justice in front of the Holy Master!"
"What's fair? You'd better go to the Buddha to find it!" Duan Ming came to Abbot Xuanbei, reached out and took off the Buddhist beads from Abbot Xuanbei's neck, and pulled hard.
"Crash!" Buddha beads fell to the ground one by one and rolled down the mountain.
Duan Ming didn't even look at those beads, but tightly held the thin thread used to thread the beads, and saw a broken red mark on them.
"Xuanbei, you just killed Fakong and Jinghui with this, what else can you say!" This chapter has been completed!
