There are three children in Kaifeng

Master Fa Hai is dead!

This is something that Ding San never thought of anyway. He originally wanted to buy a fruit basket or something to honor the master of filial piety before he ventured into the rivers and lakes, but now there is a separation between yin and yang.

Looking up to the sky and crying, am I Conan in this life?Where do you go and where do you die...

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Outside Kaifeng City, the temperature has already turned on the barbecue mode, and Ding San followed Zhan Zhao's buttocks profusely, walking on the small road to Jinlong Temple.

Ding San squinted at Zhan Zhaohong's back, and muttered: "There are carriages in Kaifeng Mansion, but we still have to walk. I'm not afraid that Master Fahai will attract flies when we arrive at Jinlong Temple..."

Complaints are nothing but complaints, but Ding San took the initiative to invite Master Bao when she came to Jinlong Temple this time. She told Master Bao the truth about how she met Master Fa Hai and how Master Fa Hai had saved her life. Seeing Master Fahai's last glance, Lord Bao agreed that Ding San would go with Zhan Zhao who was going to investigate.

Suddenly, Zhan Zhao's figure stopped, Ding San kept his head down and walked away without paying attention, bumping his head into Zhan Zhao's back, "Hiss..." Rubbing his nose, Ding San asked in a tearful tone, "Zhan Zhao My lord, why did you stop? Is your back made of iron or something, it's so hard..." Seeing the sharp eyes of a certain cat, the next sentence turned into a whisper.

Zhan Zhao stared at Ding San's bared teeth, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Brother Ding, it's so hot today, it's not as good as us..." When he said this, Zhan Zhao deliberately dragged out his voice.

Ding San was ecstatic in his heart, it seemed that the cat was quite humane, finally he was willing to stop and rest, so he widened his eyes and stared at Zhan Zhao's half-smile face.

"Why don't we go faster!" Zhan Zhao suggested with a smile.

"Haha... good..." Ding San ran a thousand grass mud horses in his heart.

Because they walked an unknown path, and because of Zhan Zhao's mistreatment, Ding San and Zhan Zhao only took an hour to reach the Golden Dragon Temple.Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Ding Sanxin said, my good boy, I think it took us a long time to follow the pilgrims to follow the official path!

When they arrived at Jinlong Temple, the young monk who had been waiting for a long time outside the mountain gate quickly led them to the side hall.

In the middle of the side hall, a group of monks bowed their heads and chanted sutras around a stretcher covered with white cloth.An old monk dressed in cassock with eight treasures saw Zhan Zhao and the other, and immediately got up to greet them.

"Amitabha, this must be Mr. Zhan from Kaifeng Mansion, old man Faru is the abbot of this temple." The old monk clasped his hands together and saluted.

"It turned out to be Master Faru. I, Zhan Zhao, was sent by Lord Bao to investigate the case of Master Fahai. I need to ask Master Faru for advice." Zhan Zhao clasped his fists in return.

"Where is that, Mr. Zhan is serious, dare to ask Mr. Zhan, who is this?" Abbot Faru turned his head to look at Ding San, and asked Zhan Zhao.

Ding San was pondering over the abbot's name at this time, but he didn't realize that Faru was looking at her: Faru, Fahai?Are the two brothers of the same generation?

"Uh..." Zhan Zhao was suddenly stopped by Master Faru's question, and glanced at Ding San who was not the servant of the Kaifeng government office, and didn't know how to introduce him.

Ding San came back to his senses and saw the two people looking at him, so he replied: "Master Faru, my surname is Ding, Master Fahai once saved my life, and I heard that the master passed away, so I came to offer my condolences."

"So it's Donor Ding." Master Faru nodded slightly.

"Is Master Fahai's body under the white cloth?" Zhan Zhao asked Master Faru.

"That's right, that's right." Faru led the two of them to the stretcher, bowed, said "Amitabha", and then lifted the white cloth.

After the two also learned the method and saluted like a master, they came close.Master Fa Hai closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, just like the first time Ding San saw this dynasty, he was as kind and kind. The scenes of being taken care of by Master Fa Hai in Jinlong Temple came to mind one after another. The nose is a little sour.

When I looked closely at Master Fa Hai again, I found that there were bruises of different sizes on the exposed skin of Master Fa Hai, some even had blood stains, and the old monk clothes that had been washed white were also stained with muddy water. The strangest thing was that his neck was bent at an extremely unnatural angle.

"Master Faru, who is this?" Zhan Zhao obviously noticed this, and pointed to Master Fahai's neck.

Faru sighed and said, "It was broken."

"Oh? Broken?" Zhan Zhao seemed interested.

Ding San felt a chill in his heart, and he pursed his mouth: "He broke his neck, but he still has an expression of interest, a perverted cat!"

Zhan Zhao seemed to have peeped into Ding San's mind, squinting at her, causing her to stick out her tongue secretly in fright.

"It was discovered by a monk on the stone path next to the side hall this morning. It rained last night and stopped early this morning. The stone path is usually difficult to walk, and it is extremely slippery after the rain. Master Fahai should be because of this. I accidentally slipped and broke my neck."

"Accident? Who discovered Master Fahai?" Zhan Zhao asked suspiciously.

"It's me," a young novice stood up, "the two benefactors, the little monk named Huixin, was about to go through the side hall to fetch water in the backyard, and found Master Fahai on the stone road, already stiff." The little novice Said with a sad face.

"Master Fa Hai is always caring for us, but now..." Another young novice cried.

"Huiming, the dead are gone, and the living are like this, we must mourn." Faru comforted.

Ding San looked at this little novice named Huiming, his eyes were red at this time, he must have been crying for a long time, and when he looked at the other monks, he was also crying in a low voice, thinking that Master Fahai was very popular in Jinlong Temple.

Seeing everyone like this, Zhan Zhao clasped his fists and said, "In this case, then Zhan will return to Kaifeng Mansion immediately and report to Lord Bao. I hope the abbot doesn't have to rush to bury Master Fahai. He will make a decision after Lord Bao examines it."

Faru clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha Buddha" again.

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On the way back to Kaifeng Mansion, Ding San's complaints were not seen, Zhan Zhao was a little surprised, looked back at Ding San's frowning, and twitched his mouth: "Brother Ding, don't you need to rest?"

"Strange, strange..." Ding San didn't answer Zhan Zhao's words, and said to himself.

"Oh? What's strange?" Zhan Zhao looked at her with a smile.

Ding San scratched his chin with his hands, thought for a while, "I don't know, I just find it strange." He raised his eyes to look at Zhan Zhao, and found that Zhan Zhao was also looking at him, and the sunlight behind Zhan Zhao was mottled through the leaves Ding San lost his mind for a moment, and muttered: "Master Zhan, your skin is so fair..."

The corner of Zhan Zhao's mouth twitched, but he didn't feel like having a seizure, so he could only ask in a muffled voice, "What's weird about Brother Ding?"

Ding San came back to his senses, looked at Zhan Zhao's expression and wanted to give himself two slaps—why did he owe you so much, he knew it in his heart, so why did he have to say it!

Feeling that the air around was getting colder and colder, he quickly picked up Zhan Zhao's words and changed the subject: "I can't say why it's strange, Master Fahai is a careful person, besides, he has been in Jinlong Temple for so long, so he won't even go down the stone path The rain will be very slippery and I don’t know how to pay attention, so I always feel that Master’s death is not that simple, but I can’t say what’s so strange... Don’t Master Zhan think it’s strange?”

"In this way, Zhan also finds it strange that Master Fahai's neck was not broken, but twisted." Zhan Zhaosi thought.

Ding San was taken aback, and looked at Zhan Zhao with wide eyes: "Then, was Master Fa Hai killed?"

"The details will have to be determined by the adults after returning to Kaifeng Mansion." Zhan Zhao looked towards the direction of Kaifeng Mansion in the distance.

……

"Zhou'er, Mr. Bao and the others have a new case, and they are very busy. Let San'er and I carry it out for you." As he said, Uncle Zhang brought two more dishes to the table.Xiao Zhou happily bit the pen Ding San specially made for him, and wrote in his small notebook: "It doesn't matter, it's good to have you!"

"Okay, uncle, I'll drink with you for a while!" Uncle Zhang's round face was extraordinarily red and shiny because of his joy.

"Xiao Zhou, I heard that the imperial doctor in the palace can connect your tendon, is that right?" Ding San asked Xiao Zhou excitedly.

Xiao Zhou also nodded happily.

"Haha, that's good, that's good, you can write by hand in the future! However, San'er, this Lao Shizi 'pencil' you invented is really amazing. You don't need to fill ink, and you can write for a long time with one! Kong also give the uncle two, I have to grind the ink in the kitchen to memorize a recipe or something, it’s so troublesome." Uncle Zhang poked Gu Ding San with his elbow, and gave Ding San a glance.

Ding Sanyi rolled his eyes, and said bluntly: "If you want, you can, one tael of silver for each, if you don't pay, you won't talk about it!"

"Hey, you kid, talking about money with the uncle, how hurtful!" Uncle Zhang turned his back angrily, and ignored her with his arms folded.

"Master, do you know how troublesome it is for me to make this one? First, I have to crush the fine graphite and charcoal, sieve it over and over again with spun yarn, and then use a small hammer to smash it bit by bit. Finally, it is polished and shaped outside. There is a wooden handle on the bread, the craftsmanship is exquisite, the procedure is complicated, and there is no one in the world, so how can I give it casually." He said and glanced at Uncle Zhang.

Xiao Zhou bumped Ding San with his arm, and wrote on the paper with a pen: "Thank you!"

Ding San scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smirk: "Don't thank me, it's actually not that complicated, I'm just teasing Uncle Zhang."

After Uncle Zhang heard it, he turned around, and a violent thump hit Ding San on the head, and Ding San let out a painful "Ouch".

"You kid dare to tease me, quickly take it out for me in a while! Otherwise, I won't let you go to the kitchen in the future!" Uncle Zhang threatened with staring eyes.

"Look, sir, isn't this a joke? Wouldn't it kill me if I don't cook in the back kitchen? After a while, I'll send it to your old man respectfully. What do you think?" Ding San coaxed with a playful smile. With Uncle Zhang.

"It's almost the same, come to Zhou, don't be silly with that, try the meatballs made by the uncle!" As he said, he stretched out his hand to pick up a meatball, and was going to put it on the plate in front of Xiao Zhou, but when the chopsticks slipped, the ball fell off It landed on Xiao Zhou's plate, and the soup splashed all over Xiao Zhou.

"Hey, look at me... It's not easy to wash the white clothes with oily spots..." Uncle Zhang hurriedly wiped the oily spots on Xiao Zhou's clothes with a cloth towel, but the more he wiped, the dirtier he got.

Xiao Zhou waved his hands again and again to indicate that Uncle Zhang was fine, and Uncle Zhang called Ding San to come over to help, but Ding San ignored Uncle Zhang, but stared closely at the oily spots on Xiao Zhou's lapel.

"A good idea..." Ding San muttered to himself.

"San'er, hurry up and bring the acacia, it won't wash off after a while!" Uncle Zhang pushed Ding San who was dazed aside.

"That's right, it's a trick! I finally know what's wrong!" Ding San jumped up from the stool and shouted.

"San'er, what are you talking about, why are you so crazy!" Uncle Zhang stopped in mid-air with his hand holding the cloth towel, staring dumbfoundedly at Ding San, who was smiling with his hips akimbo, and Xiao Zhou also looked confused.

"I'm going to find Mr. Bao right away!" As soon as the words fell, people flew out of the door, leaving only Uncle Zhang and Xiao Zhou looking at each other...

"I understand, I understand!"

"Oh... what do you understand?" Mr. Gongsun stopped Ding San who was about to rush into Mr. Bao's room and asked.

"I know why I always feel that Master Fa Hai died strangely." Ding San said excitedly to Mr. Gongsun.

"Oh? Have you found a clue?" Mr. Gongsun looked at Ding San in surprise, and she nodded excitedly.

"That's just right, Mr. Bao is also asking me to go over to discuss the case, let's go in together."

Mr. Gongsun and Ding San came to Mr. Bao's room, and found that Mr. Bao was not the only one in the room, and there was a figure in red standing beside Mr. Bao—Zhan Zhao.Ding San curled his lips, thinking about the miserable situation of walking to and from Jinlong Temple with Zhan Zhao in the scorching summer during the day, his calf twisted, and he shivered subconsciously.

"Mr. Gongsun, you came just in time. Zhanwei is preparing to report the case of Jinlong Temple to the government." Mr. Bao nodded to Mr. Gongsun.

"What happened to Master Fahai of Jinlong Temple?" Mr. Gongsun asked Zhan Zhao.

"Lord Bao, Mr. Gongsun, Zhan went to Jinlong Temple in the morning and met the abbot Master Faru and a group of monks. The body of Master Fahai was found by a little novice named Huixin on the stone path next to the side hall this morning. Master Faru said, it was because the cobblestone road was slippery after the rain last night, Master Fahai accidentally slipped and broke his neck and died." Zhan Zhao replied.

"Looking at seniority, Master Fahai and Master Faru should be brothers of the same generation. Now that Master Faru is the abbot of Jinlong Temple, Master Fahai must have been in Jinlong Temple for many years, right?" Master Bao asked Zhan Zhao with a frown.

"That's right, Master Fahai is already an old monk in the temple." Zhan Zhao said.

"Then you should know that you should be more careful when it's rainy and slippery in the temple?" Mr. Gongsun understood Master Bao's frown.

"Zhan Huwei, what is the cause of Master Fahai's death?" Mr. Bao said something, since he didn't fall to his death, there must be other ways to die.

"Returning to your lord, Zhan saw that Master Fa Hai's body was covered with bruises, which were indeed caused by bumps. They should have been caused by rolling down the stone road, but Master Fa Hai's fatal injury was very strange." Zhan Zhao said.

"How weird?"

"Master Fa Hai's neck was not broken, but was broken by others. Not only that, Master Fa Hai's lips were slightly dark purple, as if he had been poisoned." Zhan Zhao frowned.

Ding San didn't understand, was he poisoned?The neck can be broken and killed with one blow, so why poison it?Could it be the legendary "Shixiang Ruanjin Powder" that can make people paralyzed and helpless?

"What kind of poison is in Master Fa Hai?" Master Bao was also very puzzled, obviously he also thought of this level.

"Returning to my lord, Zhan does not understand the principles of medicine, but based on years of experience, it should be a deadly poison, but the specific kind of poison needs to be checked by Mr. Gongsun. His subordinates have already ordered the servants to bring Master Fahai's body with him. Back to Kaifeng." Zhan Zhao said.

"In this way, it is strange. Since it can be poisoned to death, why should it break the neck and throw it on the stone road to pretend to be an accident? It doesn't make sense." Mr. Gongsun expressed the question in Ding San's mind.

Seeing Ding San's face wrinkled, Mr. Gongsun suddenly remembered that she had found a clue, so he said to Mr. Bao: "My lord, San'er also went to Jinlong Temple with Zhan's guard, so he should have found something too. .”

Seeing the three people looking at him expectantly, Ding San felt a little embarrassed. These people in front of him are all the detective elites of Kaifeng Mansion. It is a bit ashamed that we dare to play these two knives in front of Guan Gong... Then Uncommonly, he said coyly: "I always thought Master Fa Hai's corpse was a little weird, but I couldn't tell what was weird. Just now, Uncle Zhang and I bid farewell to Xiao Zhou, and the uncle put a meatball for Xiao Zhou, and the soup from the meatball splashed Only after Xiao Zhou was dressed, did I figure out what was so weird about Master Fahai's corpse—the master's clothes were too clean!"

"His clothes are not covered with mud...that's why..." Zhan Zhao suddenly realized.

Seeing that Zhan Zhao understood, Ding San explained to Mr. Bao and Mr. Gongsun: "That's right, it was the greasy spots on Xiao Zhou's skirt that reminded me that although Master Fahai's clothes were covered with mud and water, they were not splashed. If you go up, there must be water on the stone road after the rain. Master Fahai is an ordinary monk, not a martial arts master. If you walk by, there will be mud spots splashed on the shoes and socks. Except for a few stains, there are no splashes of mud on it, so the place where Master Fahai was killed must be somewhere else."

But who is going to kill a monk who has nothing to do with the world? Everyone fell into thinking again.

After a long time, Master Bao stroked his beard and sighed: "It seems that there is something strange about the Jinlong Temple case..."