Taoist chanting

Chapter 118 There is another mystery under the bed
Led by the policeman, he walked to the front of the village Zheng's house.

The courtyard door was wide open, and Chen Qingqiao was sitting in the main room, talking with Yun Qiuhe, who was wearing men's clothes. Two old men and a middle-aged man in policeman's uniform were sitting beside him. Seeing Zhang Wenfeng stepping into the courtyard threshold, Yun Qiuhe Qiu He stood up and greeted him.

The others got up quickly and followed them out.

"Master Yun."

"Master Zhang!"

The two greeted each other with smiles and clasped fists, and called each other adults, with a slight sense of ridicule among acquaintances.

In front of outsiders, make adults look more formal.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, under Yun Qiuhe's introduction, Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists with the haggard-looking village official, village elder, and Xiao Butou to salute. Immediately, Yun Qiuhe greeted Zhang and Chen into the separate wing on the west side. Don't talk about it in front of outsiders.

Without too much courtesy, Yun Qiuhe took out a stack of files from his bag and handed it to Zhang Wenfeng, saying, "Look at it first. I went to the village yesterday afternoon and led the staff to search for clues. I made some arrangements at night, but the murderer still had to wait. The thing quietly murdered a villager's life."

Zhang Wenfeng flipped through the smeared pages, handed them to Chen Qingqiao who was sitting across from him, and asked, "What do you think made the case?"

Several key points about the murderous creature have been blotted out with ink.

He guessed that Yun Qiuhe had found some useful clues.

Yun Qiuhe glanced at Chen Qingqiao, then at Guanzhu Zhang, shook his head and smiled wryly, saying:
"That thing is very cunning. Yesterday I asked a few men who were proficient in drawing talismans to quickly make a batch of exorcism talismans. I pasted yellow talismans on all the fronts and backs of more than [-] houses, and sprinkled them on the front and back of the yard and outside the threshold. Realgar, glutinous rice, cinnabar, etc., only three houses were left unfurnished, I led people to ambush in those three houses, and as a result, I waited all night for nothing, but failed to stop the evil thing from killing people."

Zhang Wenfeng asked: "Do you suspect that ghosts did not commit the crime?"

Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes at him, and said: "There are no outsiders here, Guanzhu Zhang, you are an expert in catching ghosts, so don't pretend, you know what I'm guarding against with my arrangement? There are no ghosts in the village, and the yellow talismans are posted to appease you." villagers.

I used a weapon to investigate and found out that it was a monster. I just don't know what kind of monster it is?
I specially used the hunting dog I brought to find the smell by the river and those few houses. The hunting dog was frightened and barked and couldn't find out where the monster was hiding. "

Zhang Wenfeng nodded in agreement, and said, "It's indeed made by monsters."

Seeing that Chen Qingqiao had finished reading the draft records, he suggested: "Let's go to investigate the scene of the three crimes together, starting with the one that was murdered last night, looking for clues, confirming the type of monster, and then making arrangements for it."

Yun Qiuhe's various arrangements last night were not wrong, and they seemed to be comprehensive.

But if it was the moon-watching eel demon he guessed, these conventional methods would not work.

Guanzhu Zhang, who came over with Yun Qiuhe's doubts, spoke with such certainty. Seeing Zhang Wenfeng open the door and go out, he suppressed his doubts, followed him out, and called Shangcunzheng, the village elder and Xiao Tutou to join him.

A group of seven or eight people and a donkey came to the yard of a family in the east of the village where the white cloth was hung.

The village elder knocked on the closed chaimen.

The person who opened the door was a fourteen-year-old and a half-year-old boy, dressed in linen and mourning, his eyes were red and swollen, he muttered "Second Uncle", then knelt down to the side and kowtowed his head to the ground.

The village elder hurriedly stepped over the threshold, supported the young man, and said, "My condolences..."

A woman's cry came from the main room, making it even more miserable.

An old man with a hunched back and a short brown patch, came out of the main room, clasped his fists and bowed to a group of people who came, the wrinkles on his face were miserable, and there were tears in his old eyes.

The village elder and the village are going forward to support the old man, said a few words of comfort, and made way for him.

Zhang Wenfeng and Chen Qingqiao, two serious Taoist priests, walked into the door of the main room, took two sticks of incense and burned them, and instead of inquiring about the case immediately, they stood in front of the simple mourning hall and chanted the scriptures on saving lives.

Chanting scriptures is their duty as Taoist priests, and investigating cases is their duty.

Yun Qiuhe is a Taoist monk, and she is not good at exorcising the law, so she will not go in the yard. This case makes her feel quite depressed.

In the back, there is no crying, only scriptures, accompanied by the smoke from incense sticks and paper money, so that the psychology of the living who suffered from indiscriminate disasters can be comforted.

It is the souls of the dead who are rescued by rituals, but they are actually comforting living people.

The donkey strolled around the dilapidated yard with the sleeping badger cub on its back and the priest's bamboo hat.

It sniffs this person, and leans close to that person to smell it. No one will be wary of a donkey that is harmless to humans and animals.

After reciting the scriptures, the Buddhist priest took off the white cloth and inspected it.

The children, old people, and women in the hall all came out and waited in the yard. The woman went to the kitchen to boil water for the guests, and when she passed by the donkey, the donkey sniffled.

There is a demon in this woman.

The donkey followed to the kitchen door, and carefully checked with the magic eye technique, but found no signs of the woman's cultivation.

It's really strange, could it be the evil spirit left by the woman's contact with the dead?

It sniffed the people in the yard one by one, and the old man also had a faint evil spirit, but the others did not.

Transsion told its discovery to the temple master who was busy in the main room.

Zhang Wenfeng wiped the inner sockets of the dead man's elbows and the crevices between the five fingers with a cloth strip, and there was a little fishy-smelling mucus left on it. Hearing the donkey's sound transmission, he put the cloth strip as evidence into a small porcelain bottle, and put the cork on it. Cover the dead with a white cloth.

Yun Qiuhe watched Guanzhu Zhang finish his work.

"Which room is it?"

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the deceased and asked.

Yun Qiuhe led the two of them into the bedroom on the east side. She had just checked this morning, but found no clues.

Zhang Wenfeng uncovered the patched thick cloth quilt, and there was a human-shaped wet print on the cloth mat facing outwards, which was not completely dry, so he pulled the cloth mat away, inspected the straw for a moment, restored it to its original shape, and circled the bed again He checked back and forth, and finally got down and looked under the bed.

He saw a hole, about the size of two fingers, at the back of the bed.

"Come on, Chen Guanzhu, give me a hand, let's move the bed."

The bed frame was rather worn out, and he pushed it alone, worried that it would fall apart.

Although Chen Qingqiao was older than the two of them, he didn't talk nonsense, and hurriedly stepped forward to work with Zhang Guanzhu to carefully move the bed away, exposing the hole.

Yun Qiuhe looked at the line of still-dried mucus left on the edge of the hole, understood everything, and gritted his teeth angrily. The monster bypassed her arrangement and came in from the ground to harm people.

Qi returned to Qi, she took out a small bowl-sized compass instrument from her sleeve, poured Yuan Qi and carefully checked the breath at the entrance of the cave, she was sure that it was a monster, but she didn't know what kind of monster it was, but it could burrow into the ground, crawl, leave The range of slime monsters suddenly narrowed a lot, and she was thinking hard.

Zhang Wenfeng squatted down, wiped the mucus traces with a cloth, rubbed it with his right index finger, and put away the evidence.

Restoring the bed with Chen Qingqiao.

"Let's go, let's go see the two families that were killed two nights ago. Is there a hole under the bed?"

"Wait, Guanzhu Zhang, have you found the monster's heel?"

Yun Qiuhe blamed himself for not being careful enough, and asked.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and looked at the impatient and expectant woman in men's clothing, nodded slightly, and said, "I still need to confirm, I'll talk about it later when I go back."

Most of Yun Qiuhe's heart was relieved, since Zhang Guanzhu said so, he was very confident.

Walking out of the main room, Zhang Wenfeng walked around the yard and chatted for a while with the sad old man, the father of the deceased.

I found out that the woman was the wife of the deceased. Because of the special circumstances, no one dared to change the clothes of the deceased who was killed by the evil spirit. The woman did it all by herself.

After understanding the situation, Zhang Wenfeng said "excuse the master", turned around and walked out with Yun Qiuhe and Chen Qingqiao who had been cooperating with each other so as not to steal the limelight.

A woman's greeting came from the kitchen: "My lord, it's hard work to read scriptures, please drink a bowl of hot tea before leaving."

The donkey said via voice transmission: "Monastery Master, be careful. Even though this woman changed clothes for the deceased, I watched her wash her hands just now when I entered the kitchen. The smell should be very small. Much more angry."

Zhang Wenfeng saw the unkempt woman who came out of the porch, and her skin was tanned from years of hard work. He shirked and said: "I have accepted it, and I still have official duties, so I dare not delay it. Thank you for your kindness!"

He sighed secretly in his heart, this woman is virtuous, but it is a pity that her life is hard.

He knew that the woman was not an accomplice of the monster, but was assassinated by the monster, and he didn't know that his innocence was compromised.

Leave those three bowls of frosted sugar water to the host's house for hospitality.

The days of the poor are not well-off.

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(End of this chapter)