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Chapter 348 Is This The Murderer's Purpose?
The battle ended quickly.

In front of the main hall of Shaolin Temple, there were more corpses again.

Cheng Wuzhong cut off the head of the last thief with a single knife, rolled his eyes, and said to Xu Sanlang and Yuan Dalang: "Gather the corpses, verify their identities, and restrain them together."

Hundreds of riders moved one after another, leaving seventeen or eight shocking bloodstains on the ground, all gathered in the center of the square, and placed together with Shaolin Sangang's corpse.

Seeing this scene, the monks changed their colors again, their lips trembling: "The death of a man is the greatest...the death of a man is the greatest...how can they ruin their reputation so much?"

Huiyi, Huizang, and Zhenfa were originally victims, but now their corpses are placed with these thieves, what happened?

An Shengan secretly applauded, and raised his brows when he heard this: "They are all Shaolin monks, and they were brothers of the same school just now, and now they don't recognize people in a blink of an eye?"

The monks wanted to cry but had no tears.

Only one person came out, came to Li Yan who had been silent all this time, and bowed down: "I hope Li Jiyi can raise your hand, I am very grateful to Shaolin Dingming!"

Li Yan looked at Zhijian and raised his hand: "Get up, I don't like to bow down."

Zhijian kowtowed to the ground and didn't get up.

Li Yan stared at him: "Do you know that once the identities of these thieves are confirmed, the evidence that Shaolin Temple harbors thieves will be conclusive?"

Zhijian gritted his teeth and said, "Young monk knows."

Li Yan went on to say: "Then you should also know that with the degree certificate in hand, there is still time to transfer to the temple..."

As soon as this sentence came out, the expressions of many monks suddenly became subtle.

Once San Gang died, and the scandal of harboring bandits was discovered, with so many corpses piled up in front of the hall, most of the signboard of Shaolin Temple has been destroyed. Those with flexible minds are naturally ready to find another way out, this statement just points them out thoughts.

However, Zhijian showed a look of resistance, shook his head and said: "Since I realized the truth, I have been in the temple, and I will not go anywhere!"

Li Yan nodded: "Evil and righteousness are all defeated, and Bodhi's nature is intact. Shaolin Temple's mistakes today can also be regarded as disasters on the road of cultivation. If you can be steadfast, it will also be a tempering."

Zhijian was extremely hesitant at first, but when he heard the words, he lifted his spirits and burst out with gratitude: "Thank you Li Jiyi for your generosity! Thank you Li Jiyi for your guidance!"

Li Yan watched all directions, and from among the monks who were moved just now, he chose the monk with the most flexible eyes: "Come here!"

A monk with a rich face came out, and he was also very happy: "The poor monk is wise and willing to serve Li Jiyi!"

Li Yandao: "Take me to Sangang's house and find any letters and diaries left behind..."

After that, he said to An Shengan and Cheng Wuzhong: "Strictly investigate the remaining monks, no matter whether they have a certificate or not, don't rule out the possibility of committing crimes, but don't implicate them wantonly."

The two took orders: "Yes!"

Li Yan took Zhijian and Zhixing to the backyard, and the first stop was Zhenfa's yard.

The house where the presiding officer Huiyi lives is a first-class style in the temple, but the courtyard of the old monk Zhenfa is very poor, and it feels like a Buddhist penance.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, which was where the body was found. Li Yan asked, "When you found the body last night, what should you pay attention to?"

Zhijian showed a sad look: "My little monk saw the murder of his master and uncle, and he was so upset that he didn't care about other things..."

Zhixing said: "To Li Jiyi, the posture of the master uncle's death is not the same as that of the abbot master uncle and Hui Zang master uncle. He fell on the ground with his eyes still staring. The color of confidence."

Li Yandao: "Are you sure? You can't talk nonsense!"

Zhixing hurriedly said: "That's what the little monk saw. It was only later that Junior Brother Zhijian carried the corpse of Master Uncle to the front yard and closed his eyes, so his ferocious expression disappeared."

Zhi Jian disagreed: "According to what I saw, my uncle's expression was not surprised, but just normal pain, but his eyes were indeed opened, and it was the monk who helped him close his eyes..."

Li Yan nodded slightly: "Apart from falling on the ground with a suspiciously shocked expression before death, is there anything else?"

After the two monks tried their best to remember, they shook their heads and said, "No more."

Li Yan started to walk around, and found that there were many scriptures in the house, neatly placed on the shelves.

He went forward to touch it, and then took out a few volumes to check. He found that there was not much dust, and there were traces of frequent reading. He nodded slightly: "It seems that Master Zhenfa often reads the scriptures."

Zhijian said: "Master and uncle practiced Zen and practiced hard, and the collection of Buddhist scriptures is even more numerous. They have always been admired by everyone in the temple."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhixing slapped his face: "I want Li Jiyi to know that these Buddhist scriptures may not be read by my uncle. I heard that my uncle took in a disciple in the early years who often came to the courtyard to read Buddhist scriptures. What that disciple saw."

Zhi Jian said displeasedly: "Brother, that is a rumor in the temple, it is a non-existent thing, how can you speak so convincingly?"

Zhixing didn't want to stay any longer anyway, so naturally he stopped being polite, and said with a sneer: "I don't know if Zixu Wu is there. A few months ago, someone heard another person talking in the courtyard of my uncle. Huizang went to ask, but was reprimanded by my uncle. His tone was unprecedentedly severe, and he never dared to get close to him afterward, so is this a myth?"

Zhijian shook his head: "It is true, but Master Uncle has always cultivated purely, and you know Master Hui Zang is a man. He just wants to control the entire temple. Li has become a guilty conscience!"

Zhixing sneered: "You have been valued by your uncle since you were young, so you naturally speak for him. Anyway, in my opinion, it's a guilty conscience. Later, no one else can be heard talking in the courtyard. What is it if you are not a guilty conscience?"

Li Yan listened with relish, until the two of them were about to quarrel, then he stopped and said, "Okay, what you two said, apart from hearsay, do you have your own evidence?"

After Zhijian and Zhixing glared at each other, they had to admit: "There is no evidence." "No."

"Then it's not accurate, it can only be used as a clue..."

Li Yandao: "Zhijian, you have to be valued by Master Zhenfa. This is true. According to your understanding, has his martial arts been left behind?"

Zhijian thought for a while and said: "I didn't leave it behind. Although my uncle is old, he is full of energy, and he often carries water to practice kung fu."

Zhi Xingdao: "That's right, Master Uncle's spirit is quite hale and hearty, carrying water and doing exercises, going up and down, like walking on flat ground... But that was twenty years ago, now he goes up and down the mountain once, everyone in the temple is very worried Very, but I can't persuade the old man..."

When Zhijian heard the front, his face was relieved, and when he heard the back, he glared at him again.

Li Yan has a better understanding of Zhenfa: "Eighty years old and able to carry a bucket for a trip, it is true that he has not given up his martial arts."

Carrying water practice is to carry a bucket with both hands, go up and down the mountain, keep your body balanced, keep your arms in line, and the water surface should not shake.

This method of tempering can be used from young novice monks to old age, of course, it must be done according to one's ability.

If Zhenfa can really carry a bucket to practice at the age of [-], even if he can't make it up and down, it will be amazing.

Li Yan asked again: "Your master uncle's martial arts have never been neglected, so what about the abbot Huiyi and Weina Huizang?"

Zhijian said: "I don't know how profound the abbot's cultivation is, but Master Huizang's strength method is useless. This is his own admission."

Zhixing hurriedly said: "To Li Jiyi, the presiding officer fell ill the year before last and lay on the couch for several months. After recovering from the illness, he obviously aged a lot. Although my Shaolin Dharma Jin is not as long-lived as Guangming Jin, it has no Illness is not a disaster, if the cultivation base is deep, it will not be so sick..."

Li Yan nodded slightly: "Once you are entangled in mundane affairs, no matter how good your martial arts are, you will inevitably regress. In this way, among the three principles, Master Zhenfa is stronger."

It is really embarrassing that the senior management of the temple is not as good as an [-]-year-old man. Zhijian remained silent, and Zhixing became more determined to transfer to the temple.

Li Yan doesn't think so, it's actually a very common sense thing, on the contrary, it's strange that the Shaolin host is the best at fighting, the real master should be among the monks of the wise generation who are in their prime of life: "In your temple, you have intensively cultivated Dharma Jin, Who is the most powerful in martial arts?"

Zhi Jian said: "It's Junior Brother Zhigang. He competes with his peers on weekdays and rarely loses. Even with several senior brothers together, he can handle it, which is praised by his uncle."

Li Yan looked at Zhi Xing, Zhi Xing rolled his eyes, but still nodded, without arguing.

Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. Since both of them agree, that one is basically the strongest in contemporary Shaolin. Li Yan said: "Let him come to see me later, you should tidy up the room first and see if there is any damage." Correspondence letters, life diaries and other evidence."

The two monks took orders, and while searching, they kept looking at each other and monitoring each other.

Under such circumstances, after searching carefully for less than half an hour, there were indeed no diaries and letters. Li Yan looked at several large shelves of Buddhist scriptures: "Look at these Buddhist scriptures, they are all evidence."

"Yes!"

After the initial investigation, the three rushed to the next scene.

Huizang's residence is much more spacious and enjoyable. There are even calligraphy and paintings on the walls of the house. If you don't know it, everyone will think that there is a literati living in this house, not an arrogant monk.

While Li Yan admired the calligraphy and painting, he asked the two to read letters and diaries.

There was no letter, but a box was dug out by Zhixing from a hidden corner, and he said as if offering a treasure: "Li Jiyi, come and see, these are all diaries!"

Li Yan walked over and took a look, and couldn't help being startled.

Good guy, the diaries are stacked one after another, and they are taller than a person on the desk.

This Huizang has lost his mind about practicing martial arts, but he can find time to write in his diary every day, which is not a serious person at first glance.

Regardless of whether it is serious or not, he started to read from the latest one, read it carefully at first, and soon began to read ten lines at a glance.

Because the above records, except for a small part of Buddhist practice, basically how to tame the monks in the temple, how to expand their power, and even surpass the abbot Huiyi and the signature stick monk Zhenfa.

Being able to write these inner thoughts in the diary, it can be seen that Huizang not only does not know how to hide, but also becomes more and more defiant due to years of holding power in the temple. Respect, in fact, he has been rebellious for a long time. He wants to be the host, even the abbot.

"Seal these diaries, they are all evidence."

"Yes!"

The last room is where the host Huiyi lives. Yesterday Li Yan inspected the corpse a little bit. Huizang and Zhenfa hurried to cover the cover when they saw it. This time they can finally do a good search.

But here, what was found was a large number of letters.

The person with the most contacts is an old acquaintance, Gong Siye of the Gong family in Luoyang.

After Li Yan asked, he found out that after he came yesterday, Huiyi held a meeting, and then wrote to Luoyang to ask Gong Siye for help, hoping to find out why Shaolin Temple was being targeted.

This news is really occluded. Grass has started to grow on Gong Siye's grave. They, who are also located in Henan Province, are not aware of the drastic changes that have taken place in the Gong family, and they go to ask for help from this...

However, there are actually a lot of correspondence between Huiyi and Li Yan. Li Yan roughly read through it, and he also saw the connection with other ethnic groups.

There is no collaborating with the enemy in the letter, basically it is to ask the monks of Shaolin Temple to open an altar to give lectures and expand their influence.

Such as Silla and Tubo.

Silla, a country with a strict bone quality system, is divided into three, six, and nine grades at birth. It believes in Buddhism very much. Later, if ordinary people want to study in the Tang Dynasty, they have to be ordained and become monks first, and pass the inspection of entry and exit before they can safely arrive in the Tang Dynasty.

Shaolin was prevalent in the Tang Dynasty because of martial arts, which is not ranked high in the study of true Buddhism, but if such a monk enters Silla, he will be regarded as a treasure, and other foreign races are no exception. Huiyi is also very talented. The idea of ​​communicating with Tubo Buddhism coincides with the little Ming king Kumara who came to the Tang Dynasty to discuss the Dharma.

"I don't need to talk about this person's Dharma, but he is quite qualified to be the abbot of a temple, and he can really develop the temple."

After Li Yan made his evaluation, he looked at the pile of letters and felt a little headache again.

The three deceased were lucky, one left a lot of scriptures, one left a lot of diaries, and one left a lot of letters.

It takes a lot of energy to sort out each item, but the clues may be hidden in these, so I have to check.

Li Yan went out of the house, ordered the inner guards, and started working.

Busy figures came in and out, time flew by, and soon the sun was setting.

He has long been used to the sense of peace of mind, seeing that things are just getting started: "Liulang, are you going to stay up late again today?"

Li Yan smiled and was about to answer when he suddenly frowned, sorted out the whole case, and muttered to himself:

"Could it be... the murderer's purpose?"

(End of this chapter)