Some people don't know the specific identity of the deceased, so they are naturally "warm-hearted" and people who like to watch the fun can provide them with information.
"This Taoist brother is Master Wuzhi, the master of Putuo Temple and the top sixth-level master. You don't even know that?"
Faced with words that seemed to accuse him of being ignorant, the other party retorted with reason.
"Oh, it turns out it's him! However, I am a Taoist priest and not a bald donkey. I wonder if this is a normal thing."
Another Taoist priest was anxious and quickly stopped him.
"Brother Taoist, please keep your voice down, those monks are going crazy and want to find the murderer..."
When faced with persuasion, the other party didn't care at all and spoke carelessly.
"It's none of my business. If someone with my level of cultivation rushed over, I wouldn't even need Master Wuzhi to do it himself. I would be killed myself."
"Well, what Brother Dao said...is true."
Just when everyone was talking about it, an official finally came to take charge of the situation.
"quiet!"
A clear shout was heard, the volume was not loud, but it covered the whole place, and everyone fell silent immediately.
Looking up, the person who spoke was an old man who carried extremely strong pressure. Out of caution, Ye Yuan did not use his spiritual sense to detect, but secretly sighed.
"This old man is so strong!"
When the old man saw that the scene had successfully calmed down, he introduced himself.
"I, Wei Zheng..."
Wei Zheng's eyes swept across the faces calmly, with full pressure.
The young practitioners with insufficient cultivation lowered their heads involuntarily, and Ye Yuan did the same, even pressing down the bald head next to him.
As a senior brother, he still hasn't learned the essence of his master. He should bow his head when he should. There is no point in trying to be strong.
Do you still want Wei Zheng to appreciate him?
Wei Zheng calmed down and asked.
"Who is the deceased?"
At this time, next to the body, a kind-hearted old monk replied.
"I am the host of Putuo Temple, Wu Wu..."
"Who are you?"
"Amitabha, ignorance is like a poor monk, a poor monk is helpless."
Ye Yuan secretly thought: Fortunately it's not Wutian!
Wei Zheng looked at Hen Heng up and down, but didn't see anything strange, so he frowned and asked.
"Have you checked?"
"Uh, yes..."
He couldn't think of anything to say, but Wei Zheng didn't care about it and just asked.
"What was the cause of death?"
This question...is really disrespectful!
He couldn't help but look very unhappy, but facing the majestic Duke Zheng, his cultivation was nothing, so he could only answer truthfully.
"According to the inspection by the poor monk, he died because his internal organs were shattered!"
Wei Zheng looked at the dead Wuwu Master. He was bleeding from all his orifices, and there were many solid objects mixed in the blood. He hadn't noticed it before, but now he looked at it and saw that it was just fragments of internal organs and brain matter.
What a cruel method.
This murder case might even implicate himself.
Wei Zheng was very unhappy and ordered.
"Come here, call the Chang'an County Lieutenant. You can go back to the palace and report to His Majesty."
"yes."
When Wei Zheng gave the order, someone would naturally carry it out, and the action was swift and swift.
Although Wei Zheng is not proficient in solving crimes, he has never eaten pork and has never seen a pig run away.
He still knows some common sense.
"Everyone takes ten steps back and no movement is allowed..."
Then, he ordered the craftsmen to stop working, and the soldiers guarded everyone present.
Seeing this, Ye Yuan found a seat near the back and sat down.
After all, standing is so tiring.
At the same time, he opened the heavens panel, and there was an additional task on it.
Find out the truth behind the Daming Palace Prayer Murder Incident, and you can get up to 100% mission completion.
This task...is so difficult!
Ye Yuan just sighed and was not prepared to participate.
Now, he has cultivated the formless body to the peak of the eighth level. He has a hunch that as long as he breaks through to the ninth level and starts to condense the real formless body, he can get a glimpse of the true nature of this technique.
Only then can a decision be made.
With so many people present and not chanting sutras or praying, it would naturally not be quiet. Many people were whispering about something.
Wei Zheng had no clue and did not stop him, so he just listened to it for fun.
After all, gossiping is human nature.
Even if there are experts from both Buddhist and Taoist families present, this is no exception.
No, some people are talking about how profound Master Wuzhi's cultivation is, some are talking about his glorious experience of conquering demons and demons in the past, and some are talking about love and hatred that are based on rumors and shadows.
In short, most of them are rumors, and it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false.
Dialectical was very interested in these, listened with pricked up ears, and then curiously confirmed to Ye Yuan.
"Junior brother, what they said...are all true?"
Ye Yuan didn't pay attention to this at all and asked blankly.
"What's real or fake?"
His interest in dialectics did not diminish and he asked again.
"Is it because Master Wuwu killed the dragon when he was young?"
Do you believe this kind of rumor?
Ye Yuan said angrily.
"Fake!"
The dialectical argument was obviously unacceptable and I was very unwilling.
"ah?"
Ye Yuan gave him a ruthless blow.
"No matter how weak the dragon is, it is still a ninth-level monster. Can a young and ignorant master defeat it?"
"ah!"
Dialectics is a bit disappointing.
But I also know that this is reality.
He was quiet for a moment, heard something, became interested again, and continued to ask.
"That...Master Wuwu's romance when he was young..."
With so many people here, can we talk about this?
Besides, has this guy forgotten that he is also a monk?
I just don’t know... Can we talk about it when we get back?
Ye Yuan glanced at him and warned.
"Be careful!"
"ah!"
The argument seemed a little weak, but I also realized that I was rash.
After all, how could a Buddhist senior "spread rumors" like this?
Ye Yuan could understand the dialectical mood.
There are only three masters and apprentices in Bodhi Temple, and yes, there is also a half-ghost, half-Buddha girl.
Dao Yue was the only one who could chat with him. Ye Yuan didn't communicate much with him, and Nannan rarely talked to him.
Apart from these, the people he interacted with the most were pilgrims, and few of these people were his own age.
Therefore, he has no friends.
Even if he inherited Daoyue's mantle and could explain his doubts to pilgrims, he would still not feel comfortable.
It suppresses the nature of children.
This is probably the tragedy of small temples.
Under such circumstances, it would be okay for him to become a monk who is knowledgeable and poor in scriptures in the future, but it would be a luxury to hope for success in his practice.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ye Yuan thought silently and felt that it was time for him to leave Chang'an.
Ye Yuan turned to look in the direction of the palace again. He scanned the entire palace last time. Although the time was short, Ye Yuan still paid attention to some people intentionally or unintentionally.
Therefore, he hesitated a little whether to take them away.
However, he made a decision quickly.
Let them make their own choice whether to leave or not.
Having made up his mind, Ye Yuan turned to look at Dialectian. He also needed to ask for his opinion. After all, he was not Dao Yue.
Ye Yuan said solemnly.
"Senior brother."
Dialectical turned his head reluctantly, a little unhappy and having heard less gossip, he asked.
"Junior brother, what's going on?"
Ye Yuan suggested.
"How about we leave Chang'an and travel around the world?"
Dialectics cannot be understood and I am very surprised.
"Ah, why?"
"Are you willing to shrink into this small Bodhi Temple?"
Ye Yuan looked into his eyes. There was movement, excitement, hesitation, entanglement, and even fear and fear in them.
This is all normal.
Ye Yuan also knew that he couldn't make a decision for the time being, so he said.
"Brother, think about it carefully! Don't be in a hurry to give me the answer."
"Um."
At this time, gossip was flying all over the sky, but Dialectical was no longer interested in listening to it. All his mind was attracted by the four words "traveling around the world", and he couldn't extricate himself from it.
Ye Yuan knew that he would definitely agree, it was just a matter of time.
Li Wei, a county lieutenant in Chang'an, was responsible for taking charge of the general affairs, judging among the various officials, cutting off the pursuit of punishments, and collecting and regulating the troops.
The duties of a county lieutenant may seem very impressive, but in fact, life is not easy.
In the Tang Dynasty, the county magistrate was the chief executive and was responsible for the government affairs of the entire county.
The county magistrate is the deputy chief executive and assists the county magistrate in administration.
The chief registrar is the inspector responsible for inspecting documents and supervising county administration.
Only the county captain did the most specific tasks. Not only was he tedious and busy, but he was often reprimanded by his superiors. He was just a humble official.
The more things you do, the more likely you are to make mistakes. The more you make mistakes, the more you will be scolded, and there will be few opportunities for promotion.