General, there is a demon [Rebirth]

"Qi Luo,"

Because of Huo Changying's Soul Cultivation Talisman, Sapphire can come out of the bottle at this time. Although her figure is swaying, she still comforts her softly: "I believe the imperial court will give me an explanation, just wait..."

"No! It was them, they killed you!"

Xiao Qiluo covered her face in pain, and tears leaked from her fingers. She always boasted that she would not give in to men, but when she heard her husband describe the years of seeing each other with her own ears, the name built in her heart The mighty walls crumble in an instant,

"Why don't I want to wait for justice, why don't I want to wait for the court to rehabilitate Yulang, but year after year, these people, these people! I watched them get promoted continuously! They did one bad thing after another!"

The more she spoke, the more urgent her voice became, and the hatred overflowed from the gap between her teeth, and her eyes were red from crying, "Why, my Yulang has no bones left, Nianjun is still so young, Yulang has never heard him call Daddy... "

As she spoke, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, she couldn't control herself and cried bitterly: "Why, why!" As if her heart ached to the extreme, Xiao Qiluo sobbed and couldn't speak, she just questioned and complained loudly, but the grievances and grievances in her heart Hate has nowhere to vent.

"...Qi Luo" Seeing her like this, Lan Yu's heart felt as if a sword was being chiseled, and he wanted to hug her, but without the puppet, his outstretched hand could only pass through Xiao Qi Luo's shoulder vaguely.

He stared blankly at his palm for a moment in a daze.

The room was silent for a moment, no one spoke, only Xiao Qiluo's suppressed crying.

Seeing his relatives in such pain, Huo Changying knew that Xiao Duo was also feeling uncomfortable, so he reached out and grabbed the man's hand that was tightly clenched under the table.

Xiao Duo didn't know what he was thinking, but he felt the warm touch on the back of his hand. When he came back to his senses, he met Huo Changying's concerned and soft eyes, and couldn't help holding his hand back.

I don't know how long it took before Xiao Qiluo made a sound amidst the occasional crackling of charcoal fire in the room.

"I didn't know until the border famine in that winter month," Xiao Qiluo's tone gradually calmed down after the long-term backlog of emotions was released, as if she had returned to the eldest daughter of the Duke's Mansion who accepted the news of her husband's death and was able to resolutely deal with all parties.

She looked at the dancing candles on the table, and said in a calm and cold tone: "So I still have a way to do things that the laws of Da Yin can't do. People who can't be punished by the law, I will kill them!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and almost directly admitted that she was the murderer of several cases in Yong'an City in recent days.

Huo Changying even squeezed a trick to isolate the sound inside and outside the moment the elder sister opened her mouth.

"Sister, do you know what you're talking about?" Even so, he deliberately lowered his voice and leaned forward: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about Jun."

Neither of them are stupid people, contacting the investigation and the whereabouts of the eldest sister in recent days is uncertain, and they figured out the whole story almost instantly.

The person who was assassinated by the eldest sister is probably inseparable from the Lanyu case, and it must be Lanyu who stopped the elder sister in the end to prevent her from committing a crime.

Knowing that it was his sister who did it, Xiao Duo decided to hide the matter almost instantly without thinking about it. Thinking of this, he glanced at Jing Xin who was spinning the Buddha beads, his eyes were like knives.

If you say it...

Jing Xin, who closed his eyes and recited Buddha's name, inexplicably felt a chill hit his neck. He stopped the beads in his hand, coughed dryly and opened his eyes. , "He hehe smiled and looked at General Xiao and said, "General, don't underestimate me."

Xiao Duo frowned, and was about to speak when he heard Xiao Qiluo say: "A Duo, don't embarrass Master Jingxin, I can find out who framed Yulang back then with the help of Master."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other, tacitly seeing the doubts and questions in each other's eyes.

"By the way," Huo Changying asked suddenly: "Master hasn't explained the real reason why Master Jing Yuan became obsessed, and this box..." He pushed the box forward and asked: "What is it?"

Master Jingxin took a sip of tea unhurriedly, put on the airs of a recluse eminent monk and wanted to put on a show, when he met Xiao Duo's cold and impatient eyes, the back of his neck felt cold, and he hurriedly told the whole story .

After talking for a while, everyone realized that this matter had some inexplicable connection with Master Jingyuan's obsession.

It turned out that after the two brothers and sisters came to Jiming Temple, they discovered that the long-established No. [-] Buddhist Temple in Dayin was not as prosperous as rumored. On the contrary, the gate was so cold and dilapidated that even the monks who practiced there had no protection against the cold in winter. Monk clothes and socks.

The old abbot was old and sick, and soon he could not preside over the affairs of the temple normally, and the top-notch Jingyuan became the actual abbot of Jiming Temple.

But even though he was as smart as him, he didn't think of a solution to Jiming Temple's predicament.

One year in the cold winter, many young novice monks in the monastery suffered from cold and sickness, but the monastery was almost unable to get out even the most basic cotton-padded clothes for medical consultation.

Just when Jing Yuan was at a loss, he actually received a sum of money for sesame oil. The generous donation was almost unheard of since the temple was opened. After struggling, he decided to take the money without telling Jing Xin.

Since then, the incense in Jiming Temple has gradually flourished, and there are no more brothers who died of typhoid fever, and the sesame oil money is still sent from time to time.Master Jingyuan wondered in his heart that he wrote down the gas money, but after a long time, he also convinced himself that it was a gift from the Bodhisattva.

Until one day, Jing Yuan suddenly received a letter, the person in the letter said that he was the one who donated sesame oil money all the time, and invited him to meet.

Jing Yuan was startled, he didn't tell even Jing Xin about the money, no doubt about him, Jing Yuan should leave everyone alone and go alone.

No one knows who Jing Yuan met and what they said.After Jingyuan returned to the temple, he locked himself in the meditation room for a day and a night. It was not until the little novice couldn't bear to look for Jingxin that Master Jingyuan opened the closed door. The mountains that were pressing on the shoulders of the seniors were instantly lifted off.

"Later, Jiming Temple became stronger and stronger under the auspices of my senior brother," Master Jingxin hurriedly took a sip from the teacup and was about to continue, when Huo Changying pointed to the box on the table and asked :

"Is this the sesame oil book? Obviously..."

Master Jingxin interrupted him, shook his head and smiled kindly: "Yes and no, benefactor, please listen to the old monk slowly."

Because of the prosperity of the incense and the great reputation of the presiding Zen master, Jiming Temple also gradually began to undertake the royal ceremony of praying for blessings and sacrificing heaven, and gradually became a royal temple. With the prosperity of Jiming Temple, almost everyone in Yong'an City believes in Buddhism. Under the strong momentum, Taoism declined, and there were nine out of ten Taoist temples in the city.

Different from the boldness of his senior brother, Jingxin has always been cautious and steady. This violent momentum made him startled. He asked his senior brother several times, but at some point there was a gap between them. The teacher who used to talk about everything Brother, he also practiced Tai Chi.

It wasn't until the senior brother came back from his wandering in Baicheng that year that he knew where the money to expand the Jiming Temple came from. Those were collected over the years. The armor that resists the enemy's swords and halberds is the ration of survival for hundreds of farmers in the Great Yin in winter...

Those people took advantage of the reputation of Jiming Temple to make profits, and finally the donated money returned to their own pockets.

Every time I think that I will be with the person I hate the most, and the self-blame and regret will almost swallow him, so Jingyuan starts to escape, starts to deceive himself, and regards the bodhi fruit that has unintentionally opened his spiritual consciousness as the girl on the outskirts of Baicheng. , made up a story of his own.

It's just that the story is illusory in the end, and Jing Yuan can't escape the condemnation of conscience in his heart, so that he can't afford to get sick, until he becomes a Buddha and enters the devil.

And what happened to Sapphire was nothing more than one of those people's many evil deeds.

"That little girl..." Huo Changying asked, "Didn't Master Jingyuan give her his dry food?"

Master Jingxin closed his eyes and called out the Buddha's name, sighing: "Under hunger, people are no different from wild animals."

Suddenly thinking about the flower demon and Lu Qing, Huo Changying felt bitter and speechless for a moment.

"Back then, the master had approved the order for the senior brother," Jing Xin sighed quietly: "It is said that if the senior brother survives a catastrophe before the age of 30, he will achieve supreme merit in this life, and if he does not pass through, he will fall into the abyss." .”

Master Jingxin shook his head and sighed, his brows and eyes looked old and tired under the candlelight, "I thought Jiming Temple was prosperous, so he hid there, but I didn't expect that this was the beginning of the disaster. "

In the meditation room, the dim candlelight was beating, and the secrets that had been silent for many years were thought to be buried underground with Jing Yuan's death, but they were finally revealed.

At night, the mountain temple is silent, with occasional wind blowing.

Everyone seemed to be able to think of the snowy and windy winter in Baicheng, starving and starving, the little girl who was so skinny that she grabbed the hem of the monk's clothes. This was the only person in her life who looked like a good person at the end of her life.

But she didn't know that this kind-hearted man had also picked up the knife and cut off their way of life with his own hands.

People are cruel and kind, ruthless and sentimental.

The serial assassination case that has plagued Yong'an City for several days without success was connected in series with the discovery of the key evidence - the sesame oil book of Jiming Temple the next day.The officials of Dali Temple followed this clue to investigate, but the more they investigated, the more frightened they became, and finally they had to report it to the court for approval from the emperor.

The emperor's holy body was ill, so he only confessed to let the prince take full responsibility.

The officials of the imperial court originally thought that the prince was immature and had no foundation, and that the matter involved would be overturned lightly, but they never expected that the prince, who has always been gentle and courteous and has been lingering for many years, may have tempered his blood on the battlefield. He actually ordered a strict investigation and personally followed up the progress of the case.

Although the prince is young, he acted with a strong hand and acted like a thunderbolt. After a thorough investigation, countless injustice cases accumulated in the files have come to light again. Among them, the most frightening one is the blue jade conspiracy case that was once concluded, and the Qingshui Alley censor Huo's family. The case of extermination.

For a while, everyone in the court was in danger, and officials, big and small, were imprisoned. After all, they were all students of Prime Minister Nie!

Under the severe torture, the pampered executives confessed one after another, and the confessions all pointed to the powerful minister under one person and above ten thousand people-Nie Ran and Nie Xiang.

Numerous evidences turned the truth, and the prince immediately ordered the siege of Nie's mansion, and sent Xiang Nie to jail pending further investigation.

Yong'an City, Dali Temple Prison.

"Go slowly, this big prison is damp and dark, and it's easy to lose sight of the way."

Following the courteous voice of the jailer, the wooden door creaked suddenly in the dark and empty underground cell, and a glare of sunlight came in from the outside.

Nie Ran couldn't help but raised his hand to block the glare of the sun, and he squinted his eyes to gradually focus the eyes that had been in the dark for a long time.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and it sounded like there was only one person.

Suddenly, a torch flickered in front of Nobuhiko, who was just able to see, and the strong light made him close his eyes almost immediately.

"It's only a quarter of an hour," he heard the voice of the jailer's dog's legs telling the person, "Remember the time, I won't be able to explain it after a long time."

The man said sorry, and the jailer turned and left.

Listening to the voice, he was still thinking about who was coming, and suddenly he felt the light suddenly strengthened before his closed eyes. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw in the blurred vision that there was no one moving, on both sides of the cell. The side candlesticks were lit one by one.

Standing in the corridor was a man in a black robe, the man covered his eyebrows and eyes, only his delicate chin could be seen.

"Long time no see," the man approached, and asked with a sneer through the wooden fence of the cell door, "Do you still remember the Huo family in Qinghe Alley?"

A sentence exploded in Nie Ran's mind like a thunderbolt. He took two steps back, pointed at the man who put down the hood with trembling fingers, and his voice trembled:

"You, you are not from the Xiao family...how could it be, how could it be from the Huo family?!"