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Chapter 89 Infiltrate the Foguang Temple

The smell of cakes hit my nostrils, and my mouth almost watered. The young monk stayed in the temple all year round and lived a simple life every day. He had never seen such delicacies in the palace.

"Is this for me?" the little monk said after swallowing his saliva.

"Yes, try it. You can't buy this thing outside the palace with money."

Seeing that the young monk was still hesitant, He Fang continued to persuade:

"Don't worry, this is vegetarian, and it definitely doesn't contain any fishy taste."

Finally, the little monk could no longer resist the temptation of delicious food. He carefully picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and took a bite. Suddenly, a crispy and sweet taste spread throughout his body along with his nerves.

The little monk was so delicious that he almost cried. He stuffed the remaining bit into his mouth, chewed and tasted it carefully, and even couldn't bear to swallow it.

"Eunuch He, can I have another piece?" the young monk said with endless aftertaste after finishing one piece.

"Of course, this is all yours."

He Fang thought to himself, this is another greedy cat exactly like Qingwen.

So he put all the bag of cakes into the little monk's hands.

Seeing this situation, the young monk stopped being polite, grabbed the pastry, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Now that the food has been eaten, the young monk has relaxed his vigilance, and the topic between the two has finally opened up, and the conversation has become more and more in-depth.

In this way, in one afternoon, using similar methods to get close, He Fang inquired about seven or eight people. Although he didn't get much related to the case, his gossip heart was extremely excited after hearing it. He didn't expect this on the surface.

It seems that the Buddhist temple should be aloof from the world, but in private it is more exciting than the struggle in the workplace.

As for the deputy temple named Xuankong, there seems to be no problem at present. Moreover, he has not been in Foguang Temple for a long time, only eight years. However, due to his excellent management and financial capabilities, he was promoted to the rank of Fuguang Temple within a few years.

After retiring from the post of deputy temple, he is also one of the most promising candidates to compete for the post.

After dark, He Fang returned to his house and thought about where to start next.

At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door outside.

"who?"

"Master...fu, it's me, Xiao Guizi..."

"Xiao Guizi?"

He Fang opened the door, and Xiao Guizi walked in, panting heavily, as if she wanted to say something, but her mouth was so dry that she couldn't.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient. Speak slowly and take a sip of tea first."

He Fang poured a bowl of tea and handed it over. Xiao Guizi took it and drank it in one gulp, and finally felt a little smoother.

"Master, according to what you said, we found the cloth buyer."

"Found him so soon? Where is he?"

"She lived in a small courtyard in the south of the city, but she was already dead when we found her!"

"died--?!"

He Fang suddenly felt a chill in his heart and thought, it's over, this clue won't be broken again.

"Master, do you want to go over and take a look? I asked the others to stay there," Xiao Guizi said again.

"Then let's take a trip. Anyway, it's a good idea to treat a dead horse as a doctor, just in case we can find some clues."

So, the two of them hurried out the door again, and met several monks from the temple on the way. Seeing He Fang's strong steps and walking like flying, they couldn't help but be surprised:

"This Eunuch He is so strong. He was so beaten that he couldn't get up in the afternoon, but now he is so energetic."

On the way, Xiao Guizi told He Fang how they were looking for someone. In fact, it was not difficult. They found the cloth shop without asking around because the cloth was specially customized and they had never seen it before.

So the boss was very impressed by the cloth buyer. After getting this information, they inquired all the way and soon found the man's residence.

When we arrived at the place, a very familiar scent of rouge immediately hit our face as soon as we entered the door.

"Why is this rouge smell exactly the same as the scent of Monk Xuankong?"

The deceased was a beautiful woman in her thirties. She was lying face up on the ground. There was a large pool of blood on the back of her head. There was a blood-stained blue brick next to her. The items in the room were very clean and there were no signs of a fight.

It was obvious that she was attacked from behind and killed.

Based on the degree of blood coagulation, her death took no more than a day, probably around the morning.

He Fang remembered the trace of panic in Monk Xuankong's eyes when he first met him this morning, and the same scent of rouge. Could it be that he was the murderer?

However, based on this alone, the evidence is obviously not sufficient.

He Fang ordered everyone to search the place carefully, but there was nothing special. They only found some old costumes and shadow puppets, and a little sulfur in an earthen jar outside the yard.

He Fang planned to go to the neighbors to ask again. They knocked on one of the doors, and the person who opened the door was an old woman in her fifties. But as soon as the old woman saw them, she immediately slammed the door shut in fear.

, and shouted:

"Old man, come on, there are a bunch of weirdos coming outside -!"

"Weird?" He Fang was suspicious.

"Old lady, don't be afraid, lock the door first..."

An old man rushed out of the house carrying a kitchen knife.

Damn, they are treating us as bad guys!

He Fang had no choice but to shout and explain:

"Uncle and aunt, don't get me wrong, we are not bad people, we are government officials."

"You are talking nonsense. You are a bald man leading a group of sinister people. There is no trace of a government official," the old woman inside the door replied with a trembling voice.

"Bald? Yin and Yin?"

He Fang turned to look at Xiao Guizi and the others, and they were also staring at He Fang, and they all immediately reacted.

Let me go, it turns out that if we are a group of people walking on the street, others will probably have to avoid us. Even if we say that we are not bad people, even ghosts will not believe us.

"Uncle and aunt, we are really not bad people. We are from the palace. You see, we have tokens."

As He Fang spoke, his eyes hinted to Xiao Guizi to take out the internal prison sign.

"I'll put the sign under the door. Take a look."

The old woman and the old man glanced through the crack of the door dubiously, and sure enough they saw a token.

The two old men didn't know many characters. I had only heard that the adults in the government or palace would wear a brand on their bodies. When they saw the red lacquered gold lettering in He Fang's hand, it was very delicate. Although he hesitated for a moment, he quickly

So I believed what they said.

The two old men opened the door slowly and poked their heads out first. He Fang said with a smile:

"Uncle, don't be afraid. We are really members of the palace. My hair was accidentally burned by fire two days ago and it was in disgrace, so I decided to shave it off."

Hearing this, Xiao Guizi couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter, then quickly held it back again.


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