I don’t know what method she will use to impress her next time she comes, so that she has to use her magical powers to help.
She asked for help again and again, and she seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact she was constantly testing herself, observing and studying herself, and figuring out herself.
Able to bend and stretch, she is truly a woman who cannot give way to men.
The group returned to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple and the gate opened.
Pilgrims began to enter the Mahavira Hall in an endless stream to offer incense.
People came to offer incense one after another out of curiosity.
I am curious about what this living divine monk, who can call the wind and rain, is like, and what the Vajra Temple with such a divine monk looks like.
And while waiting in line, you can also say a word to Fakong.
Fakong didn't pay much attention to these pilgrims. They were not believers, they just responded and greeted politely.
This indifferent attitude is completely different from the value other temples place on pilgrims. Some don't come if they feel uncomfortable, while others find it new and feel that this is the true style of an eminent monk.
After Fa Kong returned to the hospital, he continued to study Master Murong's white memory pearl and tried his best to pull it into the Medicine Buddha's eyebrows.
But in the emptiness of my mind, there was not much I could do. I tried to let go of the hand of the Medicine Buddha statue, and grabbed the white bead, trying to force it into the center of my eyebrows.
But this bead is strange. When Medicine Buddha presses his hand on it, it passes directly through it, as if passing through a shadow.
It turned out to be imaginary.
At this point, I was at my wits end.
Master Murong's memory was only one foot away from him. It was really close at hand, but it was like a chasm in the sky. It was as heart-wrenching as if there was fat in the mouth but he couldn't eat it.
After researching for a long time, it still didn't work.
Simply put it down and do other things, maybe you will have a flash of inspiration and find a solution.
He and Lin Feiyang left the outer courtyard, avoided Zhuque Avenue, walked west from another avenue, and finally came to Tianhe Alley.
Tianhe Alley sounds like an alley in its name, but it is actually a spacious street.
One look here and you can tell that the residents are either rich or expensive.
The bluestone floor is spacious and flat, clean and a bit spotless.
There are two strings of red lanterns hanging at the entrance of every mansion.
The red lacquered door and three rows of copper nails shone golden in the sunlight.
A strong aura of wealth and honor came to my face.
Lin Feiyang looked at the mansion in front of him: "You want to live here?"
"Um."
"No wonder you can take out ten thousand taels of silver." Lin Feiyang nodded: "I'll go in and take a look."
He flashed and disappeared into the shadows under the wall, and the next moment he appeared on the other side of the wall.
This is the art of shadow escape. The body seems to turn into reality and become a shadow, blending into the shadow. Within the shadow, the position can change according to the mind.
Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, like boundless ancient pools, faintly shining towards the door.
The red lacquer door quickly turned into nothingness, the screen wall inside the door also turned into nothingness, and then the hall.
There was a chubby middle-aged man with a short build in the hall, who was reading a book with a frown on his face.
He suddenly put down the book, picked up the tea cup on the coffee table, took a sip, slowly put down the tea cup, and looked solemnly at the sky outside the door.
Fakong's eyes continued to look deeper and saw his future.
Frowning his brows, Fakong withdrew his gaze, thoughtfully.
Afterwards, Fakong's eyes began to become confused, and he used Fate Power. He looked through the door and the screen wall again and saw the middle-aged man.
Lin Feiyang appeared beside him in a flash, shook his head and said: "It's really weird, there are only two servants in this family."
Fakong nodded slowly.
"It's really economical to have only two servants in such a big house." Lin Feiyang said puzzledly: "It's quite difficult for two people to maintain such a big house."
"Knock on the door." Fakong said.
Lin Feiyang said: "Knock on the door? Or knock on the door? Just go in!"
This guy wants to kill Xu Qingluo, so he is an enemy, so why be polite!
Fakong glanced at him.
"Okay, knock on the door, knock on the door." Lin Feiyang reluctantly agreed, stepped forward and knocked on the copper ring on the red lacquer door.
The copper ring was shiny and polished until it was coated with pulp.
"Papa!" Two sounds made the short-built middle-aged man in the room startled, staring in the direction of the door with a gloomy expression.
A thin old man opened the door a crack and looked at Fa Kong and Lin Feiyang with a questioning look on his face.
Fakong Heshi said: "My father-in-law, the poor monk Fakong from the Vajra Temple has come to pay homage to the owner of this house."
"Master, do you want to see my master?" The thin old man was startled, and then he remembered Fakong's name: "Fakong Divine Monk?"
"It's just a poor monk."
"My master said a few days ago that he was going to see the divine monk Fa Kong. Unexpectedly, the divine monk came!" The thin old man suddenly laughed and said, "Wait a moment, I will report."
"Thank you for your work." The law is empty and tithing.
The thin old man gently closed the door.
Lin Feiyang smiled: "Monk, your current name has indeed spread, Fakong Divine Monk, hehe, it is indeed good!"
Fakong's reputation was so great that he felt that he also had an identity. People said that he was a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, and he was almost the same.
Fakong smiled.
After a while, the thin old man came back, and the door slowly opened. A middle-aged man with a short stature was already standing in front of the screen wall inside the door.
He smiled heartily: "Zhu Shanhe has met Master Fakong."
Fakong Heshi said: "Donor Zhu, you are polite."
"Master, please come in quickly."
"Naohuo." Fakong followed him inside, bypassed the screen wall, passed through the vestibule and came to the main hall.
At this time, the file he had previously looked at had disappeared.
The thin old man quickly served tea.
"I wonder if Master is here to give you any advice?" Zhu Shanhe took a sip of tea and looked at Fakong with a smile: "A few days ago, I thought about going to the Vajra Temple to offer incense and donate some incense money. Only then did I know that the Vajra Temple is not
Collecting incense money."
Fakong smiled and said, "I wonder why Donor Zhu wanted someone to kill Xu Enzhi and his family?"
He was too lazy to chat with Zhu Shanhe. Although he had a lot of time, he didn't need to waste it on such a person.
"Huh?" Zhu Shanhe was startled and said in surprise: "Master, what do you mean by this? Is it a mistake? ... Kill someone? Impossible!"
Fa Kong's eyes were as deep as ancient wells, and he looked at him quietly.
Zhu Shanhe looked at ease and said calmly: "Master must have made a mistake. Although Zhu is not from a good family, he still has to do business after all. It is inevitable that he will feel a little guilty, but he will never commit murder."
"In this way..." Fakong sighed and said, "Then you are acting under orders, but I don't know whose order it is?"
"Master..." Zhu Shanhe smiled bitterly: "This is indeed a misunderstanding, absolutely nothing."
Fakong nodded, stood up and said, "In this case, the poor monk will leave."
Lin Feiyang stood up.
He looked Zhu Shanhe up and down and hummed.
Zhu Shanhe had a look of injustice and grievance on his face, which made people think that he was not lying.
Of course Lin Feiyang believed in Fa Kong, so he felt that his expression was too hypocritical, curled his lips and said: "It seems that he is a liar, confusing the truth with the false, but you can't deceive Master Fa Kong."
"Alas!" Zhu Shanhe sighed and shook his head.
Fakong said: "Let's go."
"Yes." Lin Feiyang followed him out of the hall. When he came to the center of the courtyard, he found that the thin old man was watering the flowers under the south wall.
He smiled and glanced at Fakong.
Fakong titheed him and kept walking.
"Master..." Zhu Shanhe came outside the hall, stood on the steps and called: "Master!"
Fakong did not stop.
Zhu Shanhe said hurriedly: "Master, as a divine monk, there are always rules and regulations in everything you do, right? Is there any evidence that I have killed someone? I am indeed extremely unjust!"
Fakong smiled, walked out of the gate without stopping, and walked west along the street.
Lin Feiyang said: "Are we leaving now?"
"That's enough,... I didn't expect that the foreign secretary in green had already targeted him." Fakong shook his head and said, "It actually involves the foreign secretary in green."
This is indeed unexpected.
Lin Feiyang said in surprise: "Is he still a spy? That's interesting!"
He originally thought it was not interesting.
When Fakong investigates a case, he can see through it at a glance without having to use his brain or his own wisdom. It would be too boring.
The most interesting thing about investigating a case is the process of uncovering the mystery layer by layer, one layer after another.
Fa Kong is better. You can see through it at a glance. No matter how many layers of dense fog are blown away, there is no fun in exploring.
Now that I heard that Zhu Shanhe was involved in the Green-clothed Foreign Affairs Bureau, I suddenly became more interested.
The two of them were walking west along the street. As they were talking, a figure turned out from the corner and titheed: "I have seen the master."
Fa Konghe even smiles.
This man is tall and straight, with a handsome appearance. He is Huang Yufeng, the green-clad foreign minister of Xicheng, a subordinate of Ning Zhenzhen.
Fa Kong's Buddhist beads saved his life.
Huang Yufeng said respectfully: "Master, are you looking for Zhu Shanhe?"
Fakong lowered his head and said, "If you ask him something, it won't ruin your business, right?"
Huang Yufeng smiled and shook his head: "We have been investigating him recently, but he has a background behind him. We can't just arrest people casually, we can only carefully collect criminal evidence."
If it were anyone else, he wouldn't have mentioned a word about it, but to Xicheng, Fakong was not an outsider, but more like one of his own.
"Can't you just arrest him?" Fakong shook his head and said, "If we were to collect evidence, we would have alerted him already, right? Be careful that he commits suicide out of fear of crime."
Huang Yufeng's face changed slightly: "Suicide?"
Fakong nodded: "Looking at his expression, he may have suicidal thoughts. Also, be careful of the gatekeeper."
"Thank you, Master, for reminding me!" Huang Yufeng's face darkened, and he said, "I want to report to Sicheng, and I will visit Master another day."
"Let Junior Sister Ning go to the temple." Fakong Heshi returned the courtesy.
"Yes." Huang Yufeng hurried away.
Lin Feiyang said in surprise: "Is that Zhu...Zhu Shanhe really going to commit suicide? He found out that he was discovered, so he committed suicide, right?"
Fakong shook his head: "It's very troublesome."
If he hadn't met Huang Yufeng, he wouldn't have said much if he saw other foreign ministers in green.
Ning Zhenzhen, Xicheng, just mentioned it casually.
Lin Feiyang said: "Then what are we going to do? We just asked him if he was the mastermind behind it, right?"
Fakong nodded: "Well, let's go to Xiyuan Temple and have a look."
He had already captured from Zhu Shanhe's mind that the person behind the scenes was Monk Shanyun from Xiyuan Temple.
Through Fate Communication, he often saw this monk Shanyun during his experiences in Zhu Shanhe.
Monk Shanyun sometimes met him in Xiyuan Temple, sometimes at his home, and sometimes outside the city.
No matter how you look at it, you can tell that the two are sneaking around, so there must be something wrong.