After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

After climbing for more than four hours, Pi Yangyang and Su Xueqing finally arrived at Jingkong Temple.

The two rested twice more on the road. Su Xueqing couldn't support her anymore, so Pi Yangyang held her hand and finally walked to the top of the mountain.

When I came to Jingkong Temple, I saw a monk sweeping up fallen leaves outside the temple gate. When he saw someone coming, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Amitabha, are the two donors here to have fun, or are they here to burn incense and worship the Buddha?"

The monk raised one hand upright and lowered his eyebrows as he asked.

Su Xueqing said: "Is Master Mingran in the temple?"

"Master is in the Zen room. Can the female donor make an appointment with Master?"

The monk asked patiently.

Su Xueqing said: "Please tell me, master, that Su Xueqing from Jiangsu family is here to pay a visit."

When the monk heard her announce her identity, he looked up in surprise, and then said with some fear: "It turns out to be Donor Su, sin, sin! Please wait a moment, two benefactors, I will report to Master right away."

When the monk turned around and entered the mountain gate, Pi Yangyang looked around.

Standing on the top of the mountain and overlooking Qingjiang City is another feeling.

The two waited for a while, and then the monk came back and said respectfully: "Two donors, please come with me."

Arriving at the Zen room, Pi Yangyang saw an old monk with white eyebrows and chin sitting on a futon.

Seeing them coming in, he just raised his eyelids slightly, pointed to the two futons opposite him, and said: "Two donors, please sit down."

After Pi Yangyang entered the room, he took a quick glance and took a deep breath.

In the incense burner, three sticks of incense were burning, green smoke curled up, and the air was filled with the smell of sandalwood.

When the young monk poured the tea, Su Xueqing asked: "Master, has anyone from my Su family been here during this time?"

Ming Ran said: "Your grandfather came once a few days ago. As for the others, he did not come."

Xu Xueqing stared at the incense in the incense burner and asked again: "When my grandfather came to Jingkong Temple, besides meeting you, did he also meet anyone else?"

"No, there are only a dozen of us masters and disciples in Jingkong Temple. When the old benefactor came that day, we discussed scriptures and Buddhism with him in this Zen room without meeting anyone else."

Answered with a calm expression.

Immediately, he asked again: "The female donor asked this, is there something wrong with the old donor?"

Amelia Su thought for a while and said, "He was poisoned a few days ago and almost didn't survive."

"Poisoned?"

Ming Ran was taken aback, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"It's poisoning, and the poison is very strange."

Pi Yangyang interjected.

"Oh, what kind of poison is it?"

Ming Ran asked anxiously.

"This poison is produced by cleverly mixing two colorless and non-toxic things. Once it enters the human body, it will take effect within a week, causing the person's blood to quickly coagulate and die."

Pi Yangyang didn't hide anything and said directly.

Ming Ran was even more surprised, "There is such a strange poison in this world?"

"This poison is called Seven Days Ningxue Powder. It is produced by the reaction between the smoke produced by burning withered blood grass and the pollen of a kind of moon demon. Not long ago, the old man bought a pot of moon demon in full bloom. Then I got poisoned..."

Pi Yangyang explained.

With a clear gaze, he also looked at the incense sticks in the incense burner.

"Are you suspecting that he inhaled the smoke of bloodgrass in my place?"

Pi Yangyang said calmly: "The old man never sets up an incense hall at home, nor does he burn incense at home. These days, the only place where he inhales the smoke of incense sticks is here. So..."

The expression on his face changed slightly, and he chanted "Amitabha..." several times.

Then he said: "The old donor and I have been close friends for many years. We have known each other for more than fifty years. How could I harm him?"

Pi Yangyang smiled slightly, "That's not what I meant. I know the master will not harm him, but maybe the master made an unintentional mistake?"

"unintended mistake?"

Miao Ran was stunned for a moment, and then said in shock: "You mean, the incense stick I have here is mixed with withered blood grass? And then the old donor accidentally inhaled its smoke?"

Pi Yangyang nodded, "It's not impossible."

Ming Ran stared at the still burning incense in surprise and asked: "Donor, is there the withered blood grass you mentioned in this incense?"

"No."

Pi Yangyang shook his head and said directly.

"The incense sticks I have here are always delivered from one place. Over the years, there has never been any problem, let alone the bloodwort you mentioned."

Mingran seemed a little annoyed, and his tone was a bit cold.

Pi Yangyang was not in a hurry and said calmly: "Can you let me see where you store the incense sticks?"

"No problem, I'll go with you!"

Ming Ran obviously felt that Pi Yangyang's speculation was unreasonable, so he personally took them to check the incense stock in the temple.

When he came to the warehouse, Pi Yangyang smelled the smell carefully, put several bundles of incense sticks close to his nose, and smelled it several times.

Su Xueqing kept looking at him expectantly, hoping that he could find the incense mixed with withered blood grass in it. In this case, it would be possible to prove that her grandfather was indeed poisoned here.

But after searching carefully, Pi Yangyang shook his head, "No."