The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Jiang Si shook his head and refused, with a gentle tone: "No, I just walk around and breathe. It's not convenient for me to ask someone to find out."

"Well, don't go too far, be careful."

The two nodded to each other, and each went in one direction.

Jiang Zhan reacted after a while, raised his foot to catch up with Yu Jin, and slapped him **** the shoulder: "Brother Yu Qi, were you just dating my fourth sister?"

In front of him?

Yu Jin touched the tip of his nose.

Oops, Jiang Zhan was ignored for a while.

"Yes, I think Ms. Jiang has a clearer mind, and you can discuss it if you encounter problems."

Jiang Zhan's face was dark: "You mean I'm stupid?"

Yu Jin chuckled: "Brother Jiang, let's go together."

"It's about the same."

Jiang Si turned his head and glanced at the two people walking side by side towards the other end of the corridor. He raised his foot and walked towards the courtyard gate, and Aman Yibu followed him.

"Girl, where are you going?"

There was also a murder case, the girl was so courageous!

"I heard someone crying."

"Someone is crying?" Aman listened carefully, "No."

Jiang seemed to ignore Aman, speeding up and passing through the moon gate, pausing slightly.

"Girl, there is really a cry!"

Jiang Si looked around and walked in one direction while holding the skirt.

A little novice monk squatted under the tree not far from the moon gate, his little bald head shone in the moonlight.

It was the little novice monk who was crying, but the little novice covered his mouth and cried very softly.

Jiang Si squatted down beside him: "What happened to the little master?"

The little novice monk let go, looking shocked.

Jiang Si smiled slightly: "It's me, don't you remember the little master?"

The little novice nodded tearfully: "Remember, Wo Si Tang."

Jiang Si motioned to Aman to bring her purse, took out a packet of sugar candy from it, and handed it to the little novice monk: "There is sugar, can the little master tell me why I cry?"

The young novice monk is innocent and innocent, and he has no distracting thoughts in Buddhism. Of course, the most important thing is that good-looking people are always easy to let people relax. When Jiang Si asked, he lowered his head and said, "Sikong The brother is very nice, the little monk is so sad—"

Jiang Si sighed, and raised his hand to touch the top of the little novice monk. Looking at the little bald head, he felt inappropriate. Instead, he patted his back and comforted: "Little master, don’t be too sad, Master Sikong is sure Go to the sky."

"Really?" The little novice monk raised his head, his eyes sparkling.

"Of course, Master Sikong will complete his merits through the catastrophe." Jiang Si saw the little novice monk's sadness slightly reduced, and his tone changed. "But the male corpse in Jing is very pitiful. I heard that those who die with injustice will Become a lonely ghost and wander around the world."

The little novice monk covered his mouth.

"Little Master, would you like to help him?"

The little novice nodded hurriedly, then wrinkled his face in distress: "How can the little monk help him?"

"Little Master, first tell me if you know that person?"

"Yes, he often comes to stay in the temple."

"So does he have anyone familiar with it?"

The little novice monk tilted his head for a moment and asked Jiang Si, "Is the people in the temple still the pilgrims?"

Jiang Si smiled and said, "As long as you are familiar, the little master might as well talk about it."

"Well, the words in the temple--because that donor came frequently, he knew many uncles and brothers."

"He even knows the junior master's uncles?"

"Yeah, because I come here often, the little monk once saw him talking to Uncle Xuanci."

"I don't know when he came to Lingwu Temple often?"

The little novice monk thought for a while and said, "Two years ago."

Jiang seemed to have a move in his heart, and he faintly caught something, but it was like looking at flowers in the fog.

"Then which pilgrims do he know well?" Jiang Si temporarily remembered the strangeness at the moment, and then asked.

"The pilgrims in the temple came and went, the little monk didn't pay attention, but the little monk saw him with Miss Li..."

Jiang seemed unexpected to hear this from the little novice monk, and asked calmly, "What are they doing together?"

"It was late at the time. He seemed to have given Miss Li something, because the little monk was far away and couldn't see clearly."

By this time, Jiang Si was almost certain about the relationship between Liu Sheng and Ms. Li.

Earlier in Houshan, Miss Li found that the deceased was Liu Sheng's expression. Because of the woman's sharpness, she felt that the relationship between the two was unusual.

"When was the last time Miss Li came to live in the temple?"

"Um...about half a month ago." The little novice monk thought for a while.

"Where is the dead donor Liu? When did you come to live in the temple recently?"

This time the little novice monk immediately said: "It was also half a month ago. That was the time the little monk saw him giving Miss Li something."

Jiang Si pondered for a moment, and said with a stronger mind that one more question is better than one less question: "They all came to live in the temple half a month ago. Has anything special happened?"

The little novice monk looked blank.

Jiang Si changed his questioning method: "Or something that impressed the little master?"

The little novice finally nodded: "Yes, there was a donor who came to stay for a while. The donor girl was disguised as a man, and she was recognized by the senior who arranged the accommodation, and arranged for her to live next to Miss Li."

Having said this, the little novice monk suddenly thought of something: "By the way, the female benefactor and Miss Li asked for a peaceful talisman together, asking for the same kind."

Jiang Si's heart jumped, and hurriedly asked, "Little Master still remember how old and how the donor was?"

The little novice monk was obviously impressed by the woman: "Looks smaller than the female donor, she looks pretty good."

"How is she called? Is she a local?"

"She claims to have her last name Chi, and Xiao Seng has never seen her before."

"When did the donor leave?"

The little novice monk shook his head: "I don't remember."

After chatting for a few more words, seeing that the little novice monk couldn’t ask for more information, Jiang Si smiled and said, “Thank you, little master, it’s late now, little master has to go to bed earlier to grow taller, I will ask Aman to send you back good or not?"

The little novice monk waved his hand: "The little monk went back by himself, and the female donor ran around and was scolded by the seniors when he saw it.

Seeing the little novice monk running away, Jiang Si returned, just in time to see Yu Jin and Jiang Zhan walking over.

The three got together and exchanged information in a low voice.

"I asked the young man and he said that he heard from his mother that Lingwu Temple was a dilapidated mountain temple in the past. Since Liu Sheng's mother gave birth to Liu Sheng, people saw it so effective, so they all came to burn incense and worship Buddha. The incense of the Wusi Temple gradually flourished..." Yu Jin paused, "In other words, the incense of the Lingwu Temple began to flourish after Liu Sheng's mother gave birth."

"I heard about one thing from a young novice monk. Liu Sheng has come to Lingwu Temple often since two years ago."

Jiang Zhan interjected: "I asked another young man to find out. He said that Liu Sheng used to be a messenger and often gambled on money. His cloth shop was closed for a while because of him. He didn't know how to get funds two years ago It drove again."

"Two years ago..." Jiang Si muttered.

There must be something overlooked at that point in time!