"If you want to catch a spy, you have to learn to think like a spy."

"If I were the head of the Military Intelligence Department of the Jing Dynasty, what kind of people would I instigate rebellion in the palace and become my spies?"

Chen Ji sat on the bunk and propped up his chin, silently analyzing:

"If you are not a guard, guards are not allowed to enter the back house."

"...the doctors and apprentices of the Taiping Medical Center not only have access to people outside, but are also qualified to enter the inner chamber."

Chen Ji was stunned: "I'm not really a spy from Jingchao, am I?!"

He carefully analyzed this possibility:

He once appeared at Zhou Chengyi's house in the middle of the night. It was his first time meeting the housekeeper, but the housekeeper knew that he was an apprentice in a medical clinic, which meant that he had been to Zhou's house more than once.

Alum is often used as medicine, and Taiping Medical Center has it. If you were a Jing Dynasty spy, the alum in Zhou Chengyi's house would also have a provenance...

hiss!

Chen Ji took a breath of air.

Wait, no, no.

According to the intelligence passed by Zhou Chengyi, the spy should have met the important figure in the palace. Both parties confirmed their sincerity, and the head of the Military Intelligence Department planned to go south.

However, he went to Wanxing Garden for medical treatment first. When Chun Rong wanted to kill her with a stick, Concubine Yun stood up and planned to leave. Concubine Jing remained silent and let it go. If she had not taken the initiative to survive, she would have died in Wanxing Garden that day.

If he were a Jing Dynasty spy, at least one of these two big shots should protect him.

Chen Ji stood up quietly, quietly opened the wardrobe shared by the three of them, and groped for everyone's clothes, even the collars and cuffs, to see if there were any ties inside.

However, no clues were found.

Chen Ji squatted down again and placed his fingers on the bricks in the darkness, carefully crossing each brick.

Huh.

He actually felt that a brick was slightly raised by about two millimeters, and the surrounding clay was loosened.

Chen Ji pinched the edge of the brick with his index fingers and thumbnails, and pulled it out bit by bit. However, he saw that someone had hollowed out a small hole behind the brick, and there were five silver ingots hidden inside!

ah?!

A silver ingot with ten ounces should never be owned by an apprentice in a medical clinic, unless the Jingchao Military Intelligence Department provides funds.

When Chen Ji suspected that the spy was at the hospital, he laughed at himself for being suspicious, but when he actually saw the evidence, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Is this silver ingot from She Dengke? Or from Liu Quxing?

...or your own?

Chen Ji stuffed the silver ingots and bricks back and calmly returned to bed to sleep.

…

…

In the early morning, before the roosters crow, Old Yao, who was sleeping on the bed, was awakened by the movement in the yard.

He put on his white-soled black cloth shoes and slowly walked out the door with his hands behind his back. In the yard, Chen Wu gently poured the water he had just picked up into the water tank.

Old Man Yao looked at Liu Quxing, who was sleeping on the stove in the kitchen, and then at the energetic figure. He frowned and said, "...you died because of him?"

Chen Ji: "...No, Senior Brother Liu is just asleep."

Old Man Yao curled his lips: "The rooster hasn't crowed yet, so you make some noise to wake me up. Otherwise, don't let the rooster crow in the future. You can crow instead."

Chen Ji smiled and didn't take Master's words to heart. He gradually got used to the other party's venomous mouth: "Master, I'm going to fetch water. I'll fill it up before the rooster crows. I won't delay you."

Give us morning lessons."

As he spoke, he rolled up his cuffs to his wrists, picked up the pole and walked out.

However, before Chen Ji could reach the door, a copper bell suddenly rang in the distance. The sound was clear and sweet, from far to near.

Old Yao frowned, then walked forward quickly and pulled Chen Ji back into the house before he went out.

Chen Yi was pulled back involuntarily, and the pole and barrel on his shoulders kept shaking.

The next moment, a team of people carried a solemn Buddha statue through Anxi Street in the dawn night.

Thirty-two monks, wearing gray robes and with half their arms bare, steadily carried the huge Xumizuo.

Next to the Xumizuo, there is a monk holding a copper bell in his left hand and incense in his right hand. Occasionally, the left and right hands strike each other, and the incense and the copper bell collide, producing brilliant sparks and crisp sounds.

The incense burns for a long time, and sparks rise into the sky like trees, trees, and flowers, and fish and dragons.

Chen Ji asked in a low voice: "Master, please bring me back..."

Old Yao said expressionlessly: "Don't ask."

Chen Ji and Old Yao stood side by side, silently watching the team of monks as they slowly passed in front of the Taiping Medical Center.

While watching, he suddenly took a step back.

At that moment, the Buddha seemed to have glanced at me, with a look of indifference but also a trace of compassion.

At this time, Liu Quxing was also awakened by the ringing of the copper bell and came over. He looked at the team in front of the door: "They are the monks from Tuoluo Temple in the south of the city. Who is so generous that they can afford to pay for the Buddha and Bodhisattva on the Double Ninth Festival?"

Touring Los Angeles?”

Chen Ji hesitated for a moment and asked: "Master, are there really gods and Buddhas in this world?"

Liu Quxing rushed to answer: "Of course, there was a man in Liujiatun on the outskirts of the country whose mother was seriously ill the year before last. He knelt in front of the Buddha statue to pray during the parade of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. As a result, his mother's illness was cured on the spot!"

He was doubtful about old signs. He knew that many religions used miracles to attract believers.

But I heard Liu Quxing continue to say: "Also, I remember that three years ago, there was a filial son in the west of Luocheng. Both his parents died of the plague. He went to the Tuoluo Temple in the south of the city to pray for Buddha, and donated all his net worth, land deeds, and ancestral property to the abbot Izumo.

The Water and Land Dharma Assembly provides offerings to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the ten directions."

"What was the result?"

"His parents are resurrected, and the plague has disappeared. They just lie in bed and cannot move," Liu Quxing replied.

Chen Ji frowned and turned to look at Old Man Yao: "Master, is what Senior Brother Liu said true?"

Old Man Yao put his hands behind his back and hummed lightly: "His parents were already dying when they were sent to me. I asked him to carry them away and not to die in the hospital and ruin my reputation."

Liu Quxing whispered in a low voice: "Master, what you said at that time was that people can no longer be saved, so why not save some money for the living people..."

Old Man Yao ignored him and just continued: "His parents died in front of me, so when the news came that they were resurrected, I personally came to verify it. The old couple did come back to life, but they were just lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

, pulse, heartbeat, and breathing are all there.”

Chen Ji was stunned, then his parents...

But old man Yao sneered: "But what's the point of living like this? It's better to let them leave in peace."

Chen Ji suddenly asked: "Master, is there anything that can completely bring the dead back to life?"

Old Man Yao glanced at him: "It is rumored that the only son of Xu Gong, the chief minister of the cabinet, died in an accident. Xu Gong spent a lot of money to ask the abbot of Yuanjue Temple to use the Seven Treasures Lotus Lantern to create a body for his son, so that his son could live again.

A generation."

"Is his son still alive?"

"Alive, he is the current Deputy Superintendent of Qintian Prison, Xu Shu."

Chen Ji's mind was like a giant ax cutting through the haze and chaos, becoming clear in an instant.

I have been reborn. If there is someone in this world who can resurrect the dead, will I be able to find my way home one day and resurrect my parents?

make money.

Practice.

Chen Ji's heart is burning.

If you want to practice cultivation, you can no longer hide from the ice flow. You must understand what the ice flow is, how it is produced, and how to obtain it!

By the time the team of monks disappeared at the end of Anxi Street, the sky was gradually getting brighter.

The neighbors were all sleepy, so they removed the door panels early, greeted each other cheerfully, and set up their stalls on the street in advance.

Chen Ji did not go back to the backyard, he picked up a pole and walked towards the well.

A young man carrying dry firewood came towards him to hawk. When he passed by, Chen Ji stopped and grabbed him: "Tell Mr. Yunyang that I need to go to the inner prison."

The little brother looked shocked: "Why can't I understand what Dr. Chen is saying?"

Chen Ji calmly said: "A firewood seller walking through the streets and alleys, exposed to the wind and sun, will not be as fair-faced as a spy. And the firewood seller will not just wander around this street, and he will not be able to sell anything from morning to night.

Dan Chai, if he is a Jingchao spy, he should be cautious instead of arrogant. Go and tell Mr. Yunyang that I am going to the inner prison to look at the prisoners and files, and maybe I can help him find new merits."

After that, he went to fetch water without looking back.

Chen Ji didn't just discover something unusual about this little firewood seller today. He already knew it when he sat on the doorstep of the medical center for a day while waiting for his parents to send him money for school.

And the reason why he wants to go to the inner prison, a place that others avoid, is just because...

Where do most people die unjustly?

Secret Service Prison.

The firewood seller slowly suppressed his smile and stared at the departing figure. He originally thought he had disguised himself very well, but now it seemed that the other party had already noticed his problem and was just quietly watching his poor performance.

The next moment, the firewood seller threw down the firewood and pole, turned around and strode away.
Chapter completed!