Huo Weilou stood with his backlight, his handsome face hidden in the darkness, but his eyes were particularly fascinating. Bo Ruoyou hesitated for a moment, and saw that Huo Weilou was still staring at her, so he cautiously stretched out the back of his hand.

It was red, and the most serious area was a little blue and swollen. Bo Ruoyou stretched out for a moment and quickly took it back. She stood with her eyes closed, not knowing what Huo Weilou meant.

Huo Weilou's eyes were like a deep pool, "What are you asking for?"

Bo Ruo was slightly stunned, raised her eyes and looked at Huo Weilou. Her beautiful eyes were clearly black and white, and her emotions were simply written in her eyes. Seeing that Huo Weilou was not a joke, she lowered her head again, "The case has not been solved yet. The young woman now just wants to do her job well so that the case can be solved as soon as possible."

Huo Weilou had a deep impression, "This idea is great. Many people in the world are eager for quick success and instant benefits, but they forgot that the most fundamental thing is to do things well first. You must solve the case before telling me. Do you think I will not allow you?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded slightly, "What the people's daughter asks is not ordinary, and the people's daughter will agree, but the people's daughter is not sure."

This made Huo Weilou a little curious, but Bo Ruoyou looked at Wen Rou and Kind, but he was very sure of what he had decided. But what could she, a little girl, ask for? He looked at her up and down for a few moments, then looked at the cuffs of her hidden hands, "Forget it."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Bo Ruoyou breathed inexplicably relieved. Huo Weilou was unpredictable. Even now, when she was a little more friendly, she felt it was hard to resist.

Following Huo Weilou, Eunuch Fu and Huo Qinghong were already waiting in the tea room. At this moment, noon had passed, but the light of the clear sky became dark, and clouds gathered in the sky. Eunuch Fu looked out, "It won't rain, Lord Wang and Lord Wu are going to the top of the mountain to see the pagoda, but I'm afraid they won't be able to go."

Bo Ruoyou also looked out, and at this time, Jingming arrived with a roll of drawings, "Mr. Marquis forgive me. I can't remember the arrangement of the past when I was drawing the pictures last night. I asked a few more people, and then I was more detailed."

Yesterday, Huo Weilou ordered Jingming to draw a picture. Jingming said that it was presented last night, but he didn't expect it to be one night late.

Huo Weilou took the drawings and never blamed him. He first asked: "Are all Buddhist scriptures in the temple here?"

Jingming nodded quickly: "Yes, it's all here."

"The Buddhist secret treasures worshipped in the temple are all recorded, but there is no record of the five-level treasure letter in the Sutra Tower. Why is this?" Huo Weilou stared at Jingming with a calm eyes.

Jingming's eyebrows hopped, and light flashed in his eyes, and he actually stuttered, "Five, Five-Level Treasure Letter?"

"good."

Jingming held the Buddhist beads slightly, "There are many books in the Sutra Library. I have never clicked them. Over the years, it has been difficult for ordinary disciples to come in here. Logically speaking, the five-level treasure letter should have some records, but I don't know why..."

Huo Weilou stared at Jingming and suddenly curled his lips coldly, "If a monk does not lie, the master will rarely tell lies in his life, so he is quite unskilled."

Jingming's eyes were hanging down, and his back stiffened when he heard this.

Huo Weilou sat on the main seat of the north, and a little cold mockery appeared in his eyes, "The master is a monk who is well-known and has a great reputation. He never hopes that his reputation will be ruined at this time. Your Majesty believes in Buddhism and respects the master quite a bit. However, this marquis is not a person who worships Buddha, so he should be strict with everything. Moreover, this case involves two lives. If the master conceals and covers it up, what face will he have to see the Buddha in the future?"

A layer of cold sweat spilled over Jingming's forehead. His hand holding the Buddhist beads trembled slightly, but the corners of his lips moved a few times, but he still couldn't say a word. Huo Weilou frowned and looked at him, but said in his mouth: "Come on the way to Lifan and Jue--"

When Jingming heard this, he folded his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist scriptures. Seeing his murmur sound, Huo Weilou said lightly: "It seems that the master is a rare way."

Jingming's shoulders and back trembled, and the murmuring suddenly stopped.

No one spoke in the room, but Jingming seemed to have a heavy shackle on his body, which made his head slightly hang and his body hunched over. A monk who became a monk and has been famous for many years in his practice of Buddhism, but it was inseparable from the affairs of that year. Since he had concealed something, both Lefan and Lejue, as Jingkong, naturally knew everything.

Soon, Lefan and Lefan realized that when they heard Huo Weilou ask about the Sutra Tower, the two hesitated. Lefan said, "The Sutra Tower has always been a dedicated person to take care of, but the young monk has never taken care of the Sutra Tower. He really doesn't know the classics."

When Li Jue was standing by, Huo Weilou frowned and asked, "Ten years ago, when your master had an accident, who was in charge of this Sutra Library?"

The eyes lit up in Liao Fan's eyes, "It's Senior Brother Liao Qing!"

After taking a look at Jingming, Liaofan continued, "Senior Brother Liaoqing is the disciple of the uncle who presided over the master. He was in charge of the Sutra Library. The Sutra Library is an important place in Buddhism. Generally, only disciples who are highly valued will come here."

At this point, Lefan seemed to have thought of something, "Ten years ago, not long after the master had an accident, Master was the host, and then he replaced Senior Brother Liqing."

When something happened, his apprentice was in charge of the Sutra Library. After he became the presiding officer, he chose to replace his apprentice. If there was no fault, why should he change his apprentice? But now when he asked about the classics, he was lying!

The atmosphere inside the house was stagnant, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the yard outside. It was not yet February, and the wind in the mountains was still biting. Eunuch Fu stood in front of the window and hurriedly closed the window.

Huo Weilou stared at Jingming and said, "It's spread to Qing."

Jingming closed his eyes, and a little sadness appeared on his wrinkled face.

Liao Qing... A vague face appeared in Bo Ruoyou's mind. Yesterday, Liao Fan had argued with a monk outside the courtyard. If she had never remembered correctly, the monk was called Liao Qing. This person was sneaky outside the courtyard yesterday, and today he was the person in charge of the Sutra Library ten years ago. Could it be that it really has something to do with the case that year?

Because I saw him for a short time yesterday, Bo Ruoyou didn't have a deep impression of him, but when Li Qing was taken by the embroidered clothes and entered the tea room with a nervous expression, Bo Ruoyou suddenly flashed a back in her heart. She couldn't help asking, "Master Li Qing, was it you who were guarding outside the yard yesterday?"

Leqing was already nervous, but when he heard this, his face turned pale. Eunuch Fu immediately said, "Is it you who was watching Youyou outside yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qinghong said in surprise: "You are still monitoring her, then you must have done something wrong!"

Huo Weilou even narrowed his eyes, "Let's clear, answer."

He didn't say much, but these simple four words were pressed down like a mountain. He looked at Jingming, as if he was about to cry. Jingming's face was as if he was dead wood. At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes and sighed.

"Everything has cause and effect. Let's tell the truth."

When Leqing heard this, he knelt down with a "thump" sound, "It's... I was a little monk yesterday."

Huo Weilou became even colder when he heard the words, "Why do you monitor her? Ten years ago, you were in charge of the Sutra Library. Was the Buddhist scriptures that recorded the five-level treasure trove stolen by you?"

Le Qing showed anxiety and fear, "It's true that it was because of what happened ten years ago. The little monk was frightened and frightened. Then he saw why the donor came to the Sutra Library. Later, he was discovered. The little monk ran away... Ten years ago, the Buddhist scriptures ten years ago were not stolen, but... but the monk sold the Buddhist scriptures to people..."

After saying this, Leqing's face showed shame, his eyes turned red, and his body collapsed, as if he was about to cry.

Huo Weilou leaned forward, "Sold to someone? Who did he sell it? Is there a record of a square lock of a copper box on the Buddhist scripture?"

Leqing's body trembled, "There is indeed a record of Fangluo, but the craftsmanship is complicated. Ordinary craftsmen are afraid that they will not understand the buyer... The little monk didn't know who the buyer was, but these ancient Buddhist scriptures were not used as lectures on weekdays. Most of them were placed in the deepest part of the sutra building. I didn't know how much dust fell. That was when the little monk encountered some difficulties. Just when money was needed, one day a pilgrim came to the temple. He took action very generously. After a while, he talked to the monk. He said he wanted a Buddhist scripture just to pay attention to the secret treasure. The monk knew that this was contrary to the rules in the temple..."

Le Qing lay on the ground, and Le Fan glared at him angrily, "How dare you sell Buddhist scriptures in the temple privately? No wonder the host uncle changed you later. It seems that the host uncle knew about this a long time ago!"

Lefan glared at Jingming again, but Jingming stood stiffly like a Buddha sculpture, without refuting.

Leqing looked up at Jingming, as if he was very guilty of Jingming, "Master didn't know at first. Master trusted the little monk, but it was the little monk who had lost his trust."

Huo Weilou asked in a deep voice: "How did he know later? Did the person who bought Buddhist scriptures appear again later?"

Liao Qing shook his head, "It has never appeared. He appeared at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference that year. Later, he included the Buddhist scriptures and came here three times in total. He seemed to know the situation in the villain's family... When the villain was young, his family was poor, so the villain was sent to Buddhism. However, the villain's relationship has not yet been broken, and he still had to take care of his mother and his three younger brothers. That year, the villain's younger brother injured people and had to pay a lot of money, otherwise there would be a prison disaster. The monk could not, so he went to the wrong path."

"Originally, I just sold the Buddhist scriptures. The little monk thought that the Buddhist scriptures had not been seen for a hundred years, and they would definitely not know them. However, they did not expect that the relics were stolen from the relics ceremony. At that time, Master Jingkong did not think of this Buddhist scripture at first, and investigated them with the remaining adults, but found nothing. One day, he suddenly remembered this Buddhist scripture and came to ask the little monk, saying that anyone had borrowed this item before, and asked the little monk to take out the Buddhist scriptures."

Le Qing choked up, "The little monk couldn't take it out, so he explained the matter to the uncle. He thought that the uncle would be furious, but he didn't expect that the uncle did not punish the monk at that time. He only said that the matter was of great importance and told the little monk not to act rashly. He also said that he would discuss with several adults to see if he could find out the person who bought Buddhist scriptures, but he didn't expect..."

As soon as Leqing finished speaking, a little bit of shock appeared on his face, "But unexpectedly, the uncle disappeared the next day."

"The little monk was very scared at that time. Because the uncle of the master had no reason to disappear, it was impossible for him to steal the relics. The monk was too scared and saw it by the master. After several questions, the monk told the master everything. At that time, the uncle disappeared mysteriously and the relics were lost. Everyone in the temple was in danger. The master followed several adults and began to investigate the disappearance of the master again. But after two days, he found that several adults had not mentioned the Buddhist scriptures."

He raised his head, his eyes still not subsided. "The master suspected that the disappearance of the master was related to the exposed Buddhist scriptures. He was also afraid that the young monk would follow him every day, and he also ordered many monks to add to the Sutra Library. I was afraid that even the young monk would have had an accident. At that time, the sons of the great men were lingering in the temple for a month. After one month, they left the temple because they had no results."

After saying all this, Li Qing said with tears in his eyes: "Over the years, the little monk has always felt that one day the truth will be revealed, but as he watched the day passed, almost ten years have passed, so he thought that this matter would be buried forever. Some people circulated in the public that the uncle took away the relics for seeking the Tao. The little monk only thought that if it was true, the uncle took away the relics and practiced Buddhism and attained enlightenment somewhere, the monk would be less guilty and less guilty."

"For the past ten years, the little monk has not served as the monk in charge. He practiced hard every day, only asking the Buddha for forgiveness, until... until that day the skeleton fell out of the statue of the Venerable, the little monk knew that the Buddha would not forgive the monk, and that the karma he created on that day would eventually be retribution."

This matter has been suppressed in Li Qing's heart for ten years, and today it was revealed. Although he exposed all the actions that day, his heart was so heavy that he was relieved. He burst into tears and regretful, looking at it was both hateful and pitiful.

Lefan gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect... I didn't expect that there was something like this before Master disappeared. Before you did such a violation of the rules, Master did not immediately expose you, but he was compassionate to you. But even though you knew that Master was strange about his disappearance, he could hide this matter for ten years. You..."

Leqing lay on the ground and cried silently, "Uncle Master is the host, and he can disappear strangely. I... I am just a little monk in charge. I am afraid, I am afraid... Uncle Master said he was going to discuss with several adults, but... But the adults didn't mention this matter afterwards. They didn't want to investigate this matter together? Or for other reasons... The monk couldn't understand, but knew that someone would not want this matter to come out. In recent years, the monk was both guilty and criticized in his heart, and was always afraid that those who bought Buddhist scriptures would come back to murder the monk. His heart was like a fire cooking oil every day, which was extremely difficult to bear. Today, he told all the cause and effect. Any punishment was accepted by the little monk..."

When he saw Qing's words were sad. Although Lefan and Lejue hated him for not doing anything, they didn't know how to scold him. Huo Weilou didn't care about his regret, so he only asked with a key point: "Do you still remember the appearance of the person who bought Buddhist scriptures for you?"

Leqing raised his head with tears on his face, "Remember, the little monk remembers, the little monk will never forget it in his life."

That person's appearance was a nightmare for the Qing Dynasty. He was suffering every day, so how could he forget it?

Huo Weilou immediately said: "Take a drawing paper and draw the look you remember. In addition to appearance, this person has other characteristics? His clothes, accent, followers, etc., and what he can remember, all of them will be told."

Leqing wiped his face and started painting with the table in the tea room. He practiced in the temple for many years. In addition to practicing Buddhism, he already had other studies in the temple. Leqing painters were ordinary, and he could also roughly describe a person's appearance. However, when he painted this face, he was just an extremely ordinary middle-aged man with nothing special.

Liao Qing said again: "He looks ordinary, but his clothes are quite luxurious. He is very generous when he adds incense and oil. He does not bring his followers every time he comes to the temple. Even when he receives Buddhist scriptures that day, he also comes in person. The accent... the accent seems to be a northern accent, but the silver notes given to the monk are issued by the local bill number."

Although it is impossible to determine whether private purchase of Buddhist scriptures is related to the loss of relics, the Buddhist scriptures record the shape of copper boxes and square locks. The most strange thing is that Master Jingkong only learned about this and then something happened. This way, it was connected together. It would be a bit unreasonable to say that the Buddhist scriptures have nothing to do with theft of relics.

Leqing violated the temple rules and did nothing after the accident in Jingkong. Jingming even sheltered his disciples. Looking at the master and apprentice, Huo Weilou took care of the two without hesitation.

When the two left, Huo Weilou glanced at Bo Ruoyou, "If you hadn't been here for two days, this matter would have been revealed."

There are so many books in the Sutra Library. Who can know that a Buddhist scripture that will not be taken out for several years has disappeared? In other words, Bo Ruoyou is looking for a needle in a haystack, but she is caught out.

Bo Ruoyou naturally did not dare to take credit, but he did not expect such unexpected gains. He said, "Master Jingkong said that he would discuss with several masters, namely, Wang, Yue, Wu and Feng, but he was murdered and killed later. The masters did not mention Buddhist scriptures. So you can imagine why the murderer harmed Master Jingkong."

Jingkong's death was quite strange, and the murderer's tricks were cruel. If you say you were looking for someone to take the blame for stealing relics, why must it be Jingkong? Now that Qing told the story of the previous incident, everyone also understood the motive for the murderer's murder.

"Jingkong went to discuss with several adults, but most of them were not searching together. He first found one of them, but by chance he found someone related to the theft of relics, and caused a murder. After his death, this person did not mention this matter, and when he saw Qing, he was afraid and said nothing, he pressed it down."

Huo Weilou said this, and Huo Qinghong frowned and said, "Then why didn't he murder Qing?"

Huo Weilou looked narrowly, "This matter is Qing's fault. He was afraid, and he also wanted to conceal the matter of selling Buddhist scriptures. How could he take the initiative to mention it? Most of the man had seen Qing's temper and expected that he would not dare to say it himself, and did not want to cause greater trouble, so he never took action."

Eunuch Fu sighed, "After Jingkong was killed, others said that he fled with his relics, but he happened to have a scapegoat. If someone died of a bad life, the matter would be exposed."

After a pause, Fu Eunuch said justice: "But, who did Jingkong look for the first time back then?"

Huo Weilou looked at the two of Lejue Fan who were guarding the door, "Do you still remember that who was the best among the masters? Generally speaking, the first person he was looking for must be someone he trusted very much."

Lefan frowned, "Master is dedicated to practicing Buddhism, and will not like to make friends with the powerful like some hosts. What he insists on saying is Lord Feng, Lord Feng is the prefect of Luozhou and comes to the temple the most often. He is also a person who worships Buddha. Every time he comes, he will ask his master to solve his doubts. Unless, Lord Wu from the Ministry of Rites came the earliest for the relic ceremony, and the master spent a few more days with him."

"Feng Lun was still the chief official of this case at that time." Huo Weilou said, frowned and said, "But this time, Feng Lun was dead. If the two cases were the same murderers, then Jingkong would not have been Feng Lun at the beginning. But if they were the two murderers, why did Feng Lun die this time?"

He tapped his fingertips on the arm of the chair twice. At this moment, he suddenly heard a crackling sound, but saw that it was actually raining outside. In late winter, the sound of rain was heard accompanied by thunder, which was quite horrifying.

The thunder disturbed Huo Weilou's thoughts, and Huo Weilou made Lefan and Lijue retreat first. The rain started to be sparse, but then gradually became denser, and the momentum became more and more deafening. Bo Ruoyou subconsciously took two steps back as he listened to the thunders.

Seeing her like this, Huo Weilou raised his eyebrows slightly, and he waved, "Come here--"

Bo Ruoyou was standing by the window and saw this and walked towards him. He sat in the north, far away from the window. Somehow, the closer he got to Huo Weilou, the more she felt at ease, as if Huo Weilou could even calm down the sky thunder.

"Marty?"

Huo Weilou looked at her, "What do you think?"
To be continued...