Zen Strange Records

Chapter 295 The Death of the Abbot (Part [-])
"It should be caused by a corrosive and sinister kung fu." Several people who entered first by Ye Xiaosan also covered their noses. They saw that this room was a simply decorated Zen room, and the body of the abbot himself was lying at an angle. He fell diagonally on the futon in the middle. There was a shocking wound at his temple. Just as Su Ying said, erosion had begun near the wound, and a strong and irritating putrid odor spread over it, which made people feel uncomfortable. Can not bear to look.

"Interesting, but your little Prajna Temple didn't even realize that the abbot was being killed. You're so incompetent." Su Ying sneered, completely ignoring Xiu Yin who was glaring at him, and looked around at the situation on her own. Of course, this couldn't be a secret room murder, but there was no sign of anyone coming inside the house, and the layout was very neat. If the corpse in the middle hadn't reminded everyone that this was a murder scene, no one would have thought of what happened here.

"I'm sorry, Master Xiuyin. The poor monk didn't find anything unusual. He also has no clue about the martial arts that killed the abbot." Miaoru sighed regretfully. It seemed that he had already figured it out before a few people came. I checked the room inside and out and found nothing unusual.

"Nephew Xiuyin, you're too polite. I have no clue at all." Xiuyin waved his hand indifferently. At this moment, Zen Master Wanxin suddenly interjected: "Has my Sutra been stolen?"

Xiuyin was stunned for a moment, but then he understood the meaning of trying to save his heart, and then shook his head: "No, the Ruwo Sutra is kept in an important place in this temple. Do you suspect that someone attacked the abbot brother for the Ruwo Sutra?"

"Who knows." Chan Master Wanxin shrugged his shoulders: "Since the matter is already known, if there is nothing else, we will leave first." Chan Master Wanxin looked back at Ye Xiaosan, blinked secretly, he I don't want to get involved in such troublesome things, I just want to leave this place quickly, as long as my scriptures are not lost, there is nothing wrong with him, and the matter of finding the murderer is naturally in charge of the little Prajna Temple.

However, what he was thinking was very beautiful, but someone didn't want him to get out of the matter, so Su Ying's mouth curled up, and she suddenly stopped her and said, "Master, why are you in such a hurry? People, it’s not a good idea to lure us here, why don’t you find the abbot’s handwriting before he was alive and compare it.”

This sentence reminded Xiu Yin, and Xiu Yin hurriedly turned his head to look at Miao Ru who came first: "Nephew Miao Ru, although it is a bit late to say now, but I have something to ask, you."

"Master wants to ask me the reason for coming here." Before Xiu Yin could finish speaking, Monk Miao Ru had already said: "That's right, just over a month ago, our temple received an invitation from your temple, so I came here After a while, I didn't expect to encounter such a thing." After speaking, he took out a letter from his bosom, Xiu Yin quickly took it, and compared it with Wan Xin and Su Ying's, his expression changed drastically, but it was three letters. The font and format of the two letters are generally the same, and they should be written by the same person.

At this point, Xiuyin couldn't sit still anymore and hurriedly ran into the back room. It was the abbot's daily accommodation, so there were a lot of ink stains used on daily basis. Accompanied by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, soon, a man was sweating profusely. Xiu Yin came out with a large piece of calligraphy and spread it flat on the ground.

Several people gathered around curiously, only to find that it was a Diamond Sutra written silently by the abbot himself. Xiu Yin hurriedly placed the letters beside him and compared them one by one. The more he looked at them, the more ugly his face became. He couldn't help but put his palms on the ground. Curling up slightly, he rubbed the letter in his hand.

Seeing the difference, Ye Xiaosan asked softly, "But this letter was not written by the abbot himself?"

"Uh huh, this is not written by the abbot." Although he was a little curious about who this beautiful woman belonged to Zen Master Wanxin, after thinking about the reputation of Jingyun Temple, Xiu Yin replied out of politeness, After finishing speaking, he smashed the letter in his hand, and facing the stunned people, he said: "Perhaps someone has messed up and disturbed you. Stay here, and after seven days, participate in the Sutra Appreciation Conference."

"The abbot has just died, so the sutra appreciating meeting won't stop?" Chan Master Wanxin was a little bit taken aback, but after all, this is his family's business. After finishing speaking, he stopped talking. With a sound of guilt, they were invited out of the meditation room, and then they carefully closed the door of the room, leading them back to the main entrance of the temple.

During this period, Ye Xiaosan noticed that Xiu Yin's gaze was erratic, as if he was thinking of something, but he was not sure, while Miao Ru was always staring at Ou Ziyi vaguely, it seemed that things here were far away. It's not time to end.

"Thank you for your hard work for this temple. Afterwards, I will lead my disciples to collect the body of the abbot. I also ask you to stay in the city for a few days. See you at the sutra appreciation meeting." Standing at the door of the temple, Monk Xiu Yin said sincerely. He thanked him and then turned around and left, leaving only a few people looking at each other.

"What are you doing? It's inexplicable." Zen Master Wan Xin shook his sleeves in displeasure and was about to leave. At this moment, unexpectedly, Monk Miao Ru suddenly blocked Wan Xin's way and said respectfully: " Presumably the senior is Zen Master Wanxin, disciple Miaoru, who has admired the demeanor of the master for a long time, can you tell me about it?"

Hearing his words, Ye Xiaosan was also a little surprised. He thought that his eyes had been on Ou Ziyi, but unexpectedly, his purpose suddenly turned to his master. He could feel that Ou Ziyi behind him also breathed a sigh of relief.

Normally, such a sincere and polite invitation would be rewarding and go for a while, but it is a pity that he faced Zen Master Wanxin who was notoriously unreasonable, and the latter sneered at his invitation and resolutely refused He said: "No need, when will the people from Weiwo Temple join us in Jingyun Temple and we will get involved. You take your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge. It's better for us not to violate the river water."

Saying that, without waiting for Ye Xiaosan and the others, she turned around and left, Miao Ru didn't show any frustration on her face, she just smiled helplessly, and then turned to the rest of the people.

"You don't want to talk about it and have admired our name for a long time, so you want to meet for a while?" Just when she was about to speak, Su Ying jokingly interrupted her, and Miao Ru paused for a moment, then smiled wryly : "How dare you, the poor monk has heard of the reputation of Jiumian Nunnery, so let's say goodbye."

Saying that, he glanced at Ye Xiaosan and Ou Ziyi, then turned and left.The look in his parting eyes was complicated and difficult to understand, and Ye Xiaosan was stunned for a while.

When his figure disappeared into the crowd, Su Ying suddenly came over, gently touched his flank, and whispered: "Hey, do you think there is something wrong with that Xiu Yin and that Miao Ru?"

"How can there be so many problems? It's your evil heart." Ye Xiaosan rolled his eyes, and replied insincerely, Su Ying curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "Forget it, if this is the case, let's do our own business, But don't forget, the things here are just minor details, don't forget, our common goal is to mend the sky and the Tibetan real palace."

(End of this chapter)