Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

The abbot glanced at the little master Jincheng and left. Lu Sanhao closed the door.

Now that the sun has set, the light is a little dim. Lu Sanhao lit a lot of candles, and Song Tingran pretended to check them.

"Woooooo."

Little Master Jincheng just knelt beside the corpse, wiping away tears.

Chen Xiangyin squatted next to him and asked: "The masters in the temple say that you were raised by the abbot since you were a child. Why do you look like you were raised by Master Chengding?"

Little Master Jin Cheng glared at Chen Xiangyin with a very sad expression. He stood up and grabbed the hem of Song Tingran's skirt. He raised his head and pointed at Master Chengding.

Song Tingran didn't understand what this meant for a while, so he walked aside boredly and stared out the window blankly.

Acting according to the plan, Song Tingran announced loudly in the room that Master Chengding was not dead, but fell into a coma. With her exclusive secret recipe, he could wake up the next day.

The show is done.

Song Tingran, Chen Xiangyin, County Magistrate Ding, and Lu Sanhao walked out of the house.

Little Master Jincheng looked surprised and continued to stay here, not even eating the food the monk gave him.

Song Tingran stopped the monk who was coming out after delivering the meal.

"Master, does this child have a good relationship with Master Chengding?"

"Donor, little master Jin Cheng is the child picked up by the host. He is very happy. The host raised him from a few months to three years old. He has the best relationship. He has a good relationship with Master Chengding, but he has a good relationship with everyone. , is a child who values ​​affection and justice.”

Song Tingran looked at the silent little master Jin Cheng again, always feeling that something was not right. This was just a three-year-old child. Even though he was very affectionate, it was unbelievable that he didn't eat or drink.

The monk who finished delivering the meal was also a talker. When he saw Song Tingran staring at Jincheng, he just said a few more words.

"But it's strange to say that the host washes up with Xiao Jincheng every day and washes his clothes himself. But that doesn't happen these days. Xiao Jincheng is very dirty. I'll come back later and take him to wash up."

Song Tingran and his party returned to the place where the guests were staying, and they were still discussing. Master Chengding had put a lot of Chen Xiangyin's secret guards there. If anyone came in with bad intentions, they would be captured immediately, no matter who it was.

Chen Xiangyin: "Have you noticed that Jinming Temple is said to be a century-old temple, but except for the abbot and Master Chengding, none of the other monks are particularly old."

Lu Sanhao: "I also discovered it, but this is normal. People from Jinming Temple can also return to secular life, so it makes sense."

Magistrate Ding: "There is a problem with the incense money in Jinming Temple. Someone is definitely lining their own pockets. The most direct and convenient people are none other than the host and Master Chengding. If one of them dies, the other one can sit back and relax."

Song Tingran: "Then we can ask other monks where the older masters have gone."

Magistrate Ding nodded, but Chen Xiangyin was quick and had already sent his men to ask.

Chen Xiangyin stood up and came to the door, put her index finger and thumb to her mouth, and blew a whistle.

A dark figure came upon hearing the sound, said a few words in her ear, and then left.

Close the door.

"Sure enough, in the past few years, Jinming Temple released a large number of monks on the grounds of losing money. Within two years of coming here, a new group of younger monks were recruited. With such a big change of blood, it seems obvious that they have different goals."

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

In the middle of the night, the temple was very quiet, without a trace of candlelight.

In just an instant, chaos broke out in Master Chengding's house. Four magistrates from Ding County arrived as quickly as possible.

Inside the room, the white cloth on Master Chengding's body was still there, so nothing could be seen out of the ordinary, but there was some blood dripping under the bed board.

The abbot was held on the ground, and no murder weapon was seen on him.

The magistrate of Ding County ordered someone to let him go and asked: "President, why are you here so late?"

The abbot adjusted the monk's robe and took the string of Buddhist beads on the ground.

"I couldn't sleep, so I walked here without knowing it. I heard something seemed to be moving inside, so I came in to check."

The closet door opened in response, and young master Jin Cheng walked out angrily, lifted up the white cloth from Master Chengding, and pointed at his mouth.

Everyone immediately came to check and found that the blood came from the mouth. This time it was poisoning and there was no murder weapon.

The abbot acted very calmly and said to Xiao Jincheng: "No wonder I couldn't find you in the room. It turned out that I came here, but it was too late. I kowtow to Master Chengding and we are going back. "

Xiao Jincheng looked at the abbot and opened his mouth. He understood that he was about to die, but before he died, he could not tell the truth of the matter. He would not die in peace.

The abbot came to grab Xiao Jincheng's arm, but was stopped by Chen Xiangyin.

"Abbott, I'm afraid you can't leave either."

"Search and find the poison."

Dozens of secret guards descended from the sky and headed for the abbot's room. Magistrate Ding's people also began to search the area. There were many witnesses and physical evidence must be found.

After a while, the secret guards came back and shook their heads.

This result was completely unexpected.

Xiao Jincheng held Magistrate Ding with one hand and Chen Xiangyin with the other, and walked toward the door.

Lu Sanhao ordered to keep an eye on the abbot, and then followed him, followed closely by Song Tingran.

It was an ordinary path, where the temple fetched water. There was an abandoned small house over there. Xiao Jincheng was not afraid, so he walked inside and then lifted up a board full of soil. There was a wooden board underneath. An underground secret room.

"Search."

Xiao Jincheng sat slumped on the ground, watching the adults busy carrying the poisons and poisons one by one, and finally smiled, and then cried again.

He really thought that the person was not dead and that Song Tingran could be saved.

The secret guard came over escorting the abbot.

"There are all the witnesses and material evidence, but you still haven't confessed!"

"I don't admit it. I have never killed anyone. Why should I confess? I have never seen these things."

Xiao Jincheng jumped up from the ground, bumped into the host's leg, and fell to the ground again due to the force.

Song Tingran helped him up and checked whether there were any injuries on his body. In fact, there were both witnesses and physical evidence. Even if the host refused to admit it, he could be taken back and detained in this case.

Xiao Jincheng stood stubbornly and looked at the abbot with a look of resentment.

"Yes, you killed my mother!"

Xiao Jincheng opened his mouth to speak. This was the first time he spoke. It was not clear, but the key words could still be judged.

Song Tingran hugged Xiao Jincheng excitedly and wiped his tears.

"Did you see it? You know he is the murderer, right? But why do you call Master Chengding your mother?"