Chapter 19 Follow the map to find the whereabouts of the thief
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng stopped carving out the details with the sharp end of the black stone.
He was also satisfied with this portrait sketch.
Although he and the female assassin only exchanged one move, they were not far apart in the darkness. With his spiritual vision, he could clearly see the eyes of the female assassin exposed by the mask and captured the true shape of the female assassin's eyes.
Fu Gujing held the portrait and was full of praise: "Zhang Daoyou's skills are amazing! It's so similar! He's much better than those painters, and he can draw faster. With this portrait, anyone who has seen the female thief can recognize it at a glance.
,I admire you!"
Zhang Wenfeng said a few words of humility and returned the remaining thrush and black stone to Yun Qiuhe.
Painting with charcoal tasted better, but it was difficult to preserve. Next time he went to the city, he bought a few pieces of black stone for later use.
Yun Qiuhe wished she could paint a picture with Daishi right now. She suppressed her strong urge to paint. After all, it was not good to show off in front of others, so she went over to take a closer look.
She remembered every stroke clearly, it was so beautiful.
After a while, Fu Gujing finished writing the file, and Yun Qiuhe volunteered to run an errand and send the portraits, evidence, corpses, autopsy files and other items back to the Daolu branch so that Principal Wu could search for clues overnight.
She believed that with the evidence at hand, the originally clueless case would begin to shed light.
She was excited by the in-depth participation, especially when she learned a novel painting technique, which she wanted to try when she went back in the evening.
Fu Gujing all agreed. He wanted to stay at the Fairy Spirit Temple to prevent thieves from jumping over the wall and attacking at night. After explaining, he saw Yun Qiuhe holding a ball in each hand and walking down the mountain to the east through the forest like the wind. He nodded slightly and said,
Junior sister is sensible now.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that night was approaching, so he asked his second brother to go to the vegetable field to pick vegetables to help the cook. He washed and cooked rice, cut a large piece of bacon, and was busy in the kitchen. After about half an hour, he made a table of three dishes and cooked them for the evening.
A hula soup.
Fu Gujing tasted the food from the mountains and wild food, and unexpectedly it tasted surprisingly delicious.
Not polite, I was so full after eating.
After the meal, Zhang Wenfeng and I walked around in the dark to eat. He was still regretting that he didn't bring any wine with him up the mountain. Taoist monks couldn't help but drink. He is a good drinker. With delicious food, he always felt a little worse without good wine.
"Zhang Daoyou, how about you consider joining our Daolu branch?"
Talents are rare. They are determined, good at portraits, and can cook. Fu Gujing tried his best to poach Daolu branch, which will be a great help in solving cases in the field in the future.
He saw that the Taoist friend Zhang in front of him was living in a dilapidated Taoist temple. He had insufficient knowledge and scruples, and was cautious and afraid of making mistakes, so he carefully explained the operation of the Taoist branch, the authority and responsibilities of the law enforcement guards, and his suggestions for future practice.
benefit.
He didn't make too many exaggerations and let the other party think about it.
After Zhang Wenfeng understood some of the situation, he asked for a few more details. Unable to refuse the kindness, he agreed to become a guest law enforcement guard. It would be a good thing to leave some free time for himself and gain an extra layer of official status.
Of course, whether it succeeds or not, Fu Gujing has to go back to the city to discuss it with Wu Qianping. Depending on Fu Gujing's attitude, it won't be a problem.
After chatting while the second senior brother finished cleaning up the kitchen, the three of them washed their hands and dressed and went to the main hall to do evening classes.
The ancient temple of Qingdeng is filled with fragrant mist.
The sound of chanting scriptures blends into the night, making people feel peaceful and peaceful.
That night, Zhang Wenfeng arranged for the guests to stay in a thatched hut. The second senior brother insisted on keeping vigil in the main hall, so he let him go.
In the dead of night, people are quiet, the mountains and fields are silent, and the black donkey with a full belly knows what's going on and doesn't bark to make any noise.
Zhang Wenfeng copied two books in the west hall and went back to the hut to rest late at night.
The night was uneventful until dawn.
I got up at three o'clock, washed my face and hands, tidied my clothes, and said hello to Fu Gujing, who was slowly practicing boxing on the field. The two climbed up the steps and walked into the main hall. The second senior brother was leaning over with his fists.
Wipe the floor with a wrung-out towel, and all other work is done.
Zhang Wenfeng took the lead in the middle, respectfully offered incense, and then began to chant sutras for morning prayers.
Although there were only three people there, the atmosphere in the main hall was solemn and solemn, with wisps of fragrant mist swaying in the cool morning breeze and changing shapes, like a mysterious and elusive miracle.
After finishing the simple breakfast, Zhang Wenfeng told his second senior brother that he had nothing to do during the day and asked him to go home first and take care of any unscheduled chores. When the sun went down, he would return to the Taoist temple for dinner and asked him to continue on duty.
After hearing that he was still able to go up the mountain, the second senior brother was immediately happy, promised, saluted the guests, and went down the mountain.
He heard bits and pieces of conversations between the temple owner and the guests in the kitchen last night, and he secretly made some guesses, and he had the hope of returning to the Taoist temple. The temple owner had a great time chatting with the noble and well-established guests, and he guessed that he was going to
He looked proud of his promotion.
Zhang Wenfeng invited the guests to the west hall, where they sat together, cooked tea and chatted.
Communicating with knowledgeable people is like taking a breath of fresh air.
It also solved some doubts in his mind, such as the fact that he was in a busy city and looked like a stranger. This was a primary mental process for a monk to escape from the world. After a few days, he would adapt to his own changes and his cultivation would stabilize and he would recover.
He also asked for some tips on how to handle cases. Fu Gujing didn't hold back much and told him everything he knew.
Just after two o'clock, someone rushed up the mountain. Fu Gujing, who was still attentive, immediately noticed something unusual happening outside. He made a silence gesture, stood up quickly, and went to the door to listen. He opened the door suddenly, and then his expression changed.
Relax.
"Master Fu, this is an urgent matter, please review it!"
What came was a man dressed in gray and well-dressed, carrying a knife at his waist. He was dusty and had obviously traveled a lot.
Fu Gujing jumped down the steps, took a wax sealing copper tube that the man handed him, checked the wax seal for a moment, then pinched the wax seal, took out a piece of paper folded into a long strip, and opened it.
After scanning, I was a little surprised and looked at it again carefully.
He received the receipt and the black slip from the other party, signed it, and said to the pretending man: "Thank you, you go first, I will come later!"
The man cupped his hands and turned around, leaping towards the bottom of the mountain. His qigong skills were quite impressive. He had deliberately made noise when he went up the mountain.
Fu Gujing looked at Zhang Wenfeng who had followed him out, raised the note, and said with a smile: "The female shopkeeper of a silk shop in the county town recognized the female thief in the portrait at a glance. She once went to the shop to choose the goods with the family members of wealthy people in the city.
Three feet of brocade silk fabric.
Through secret interrogations of wealthy officials and their family members, it has been confirmed that the culprits who keep zombies in captivity are hiding in Jiming Mountain, about 70 miles southwest of the county, where there is a "Shengzhi Temple".
You changed the word "Shengzhi" in "Shengzhi Temple" into "Shengzi". Haha, finally everything went smoothly. Master Wu has gathered his people and set off to take the first step to arrest the evil thieves. I should too
Farewell."
Zhang Wenfeng said hurriedly: "Fellow Daoist Fu, I will go with you to arrest the thief. How about I help?"
He was very surprised and happy to be able to find the thief's lair so quickly, otherwise he would be on guard every day and wouldn't be able to do much.
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to invite you. It's just a good idea to go together."
"Wait a moment, we will leave soon."
Zhang Wenfeng quickly locked the main hall, side halls and backyard of the Taoist temple. He ignored the black donkey's noon fodder. The guy wouldn't be damaged by starvation. He could only bark for a while. It was important to catch the thief at this moment.
He needs to know why the thief used such underhanded methods to deal with him.
Is it simply to seize the Taoist temple, or to know the secret of opening the secret room of the Immortal Spirit Temple, or something else?