Under one person, I am Zhang Chulan’s brother

Chapter 42
"Chu Yi, what do you think?"

On the way, Xu Si turned his head to ask Zhang Chuyi if he had any ideas.

"Fourth brother, you ask me?" Zhang Chuyi pointed at his nose and laughed, "I'm an expert in fighting, so let's forget about the investigation, I'm not that good at thinking.

If my younger brother's words might tell something, that kid has been a ghost since he was a child. "

"My mother also hates this kind of job that consumes brain cells." Xu Si put his fingers near his mouth and took a sip of the air: "I don't dare to smoke yet, I'm really worried."

Hearing Xu Si's complaint, Zhang Chuyi shook his head and smiled. There was really no good way.

Among all kinds of cases, the most difficult to solve is the completely random disappearance case.

Don't know the murderer's motive, don't know what the victims have in common, and neither live nor dead.

As long as it has these three characteristics, the case will be very, very difficult to solve.

The disappearance case at Kongang Temple basically meets the first and third characteristics.

As for the second feature, the murderer seemed to only attack Buddhist disciples, so Xu Si wondered if there was an organization that wanted to take revenge on Buddhism.

This is probably the only clue at present, otherwise we would have to wait for the murderer to commit another crime.

When he came to the main hall, Xu Si found a key person in this case—Zhengxing, the supervisor of King Kong Temple.

According to inquiries and investigations, the five missing disciples all disappeared on their way out to do errands.

Three of them went to a nearby village to conduct an errand, but lost news on the way back.

The other two are strangers, and were invited to Putuo Temple for exchange and study, but they did not reply to the temple after leaving the house. Zhengxingjian Temple was worried, and sent a message to Putuo Temple to inquire about the two disciples. Only then did they learn about the two disciples Never been to Putuo Temple.

Zhengxing immediately called the police. Because a stranger was involved, the company took it very seriously and immediately sent people to assist in the investigation.

The main hall of Vajra Temple can only be described as magnificent. As soon as you cross the threshold, you can see a ten-meter-high golden body of Tathagata in the hall.

Under the sunlight, the entire Buddha statue shines with golden light, making the surrounding Buddha statues become brighter. Pilgrims who don't know why come here think they are coming to the spiritual mountain where the Buddha's light shines.

However, Zhengxingjian Temple did not sit in meditation in front of the Tathagata Buddha statue, but shrank to a corner where the Buddha's light could not reach, facing the ground in the corner, and bowed its head to recite scriptures.

"Master Zhengxing." Xu Si came to the back and shouted, "I am Xu Si, the person in charge sent by the company to investigate the case, and I want to ask you for some information."

"Amitabha." Zhengxing turned around, startling both Zhang Chuyi and Xu Si.

It stands to reason that Zhengxing is Zhengjue's brother, and should be about the same age.

But Zhengxing looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets. He was in worse condition than Master Jiekong of Lingyin Temple. Those who didn't know thought he was already 90 or [-] years old.

"Master Zhengxing, you don't seem to be in good health." Xu Si was slightly puzzled.

According to the company's records, the former abbot of the Vajra Temple, Master Pyo Kong, was unparalleled in the world with half of the "Diamond Sutra" and was most talked about for his indestructible martial arts.

Therefore, after the master passed away, Zhengjue, who inherited the position of abbot, named the temple after King Kong.

Among the several disciples of Master Pian Kong, except Abbot Zhengjue, the others are all extraordinary experts in practicing the Diamond Sutra.

It stands to reason that with such horizontal body-building martial arts, the more you practice, the stronger your body will become and the stronger your qi and blood will be.

But Master Zhengxing looked like he was dying, and he didn't know what went wrong.

"Benefactor Xu, don't worry, the poor monk just suffered from a serious illness a few years ago, so his body looks a little thin." Zhengxing lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Life, old age, sickness and death all have fate, just a stinky skin, nothing to care about."

"Master's Dharma is exquisite, and this junior admires it." Xu Si smiled and asked, "Speaking of which, can Master talk about those five missing disciples?"

"Alas..." Zhengxing sighed softly, "Shanwen and Shanlin are good disciples with wisdom and compassion. It is unexpected that they will encounter such a disaster."

"Then, do these five disciples have any enemies with others?" Xu Si took out his mobile phone and began to record while asking.

"Probably not." Zhengxing shook his head without hesitation, "Those disciples are usually good-natured and gentle in the temple, and get along well with other brothers and sisters. I have never heard of Who did you have a conflict with?"

"In this way, the case of vendetta between brothers and sisters can be ruled out." Xu Si murmured and deleted a suspicion in the phone.

There is not much deviation between Zhengxing's answer and the results of other disciples' inquiries, and there is nothing strange about it.

If this is the case, then the second characteristic is likely to be included in the case report as well.

Is it true that some people are unhappy with Buddhism and take it out on these disciples?

At this time, the two monks walked into the main hall as if no one else was watching.

One of the monks was holding a sack and paper money, and the other was holding a money counter.

The two came to the merit box of Tathagata's golden body, took out the key and opened the merit box, most of which were red hundred-yuan bills, and the rest were some one-yuan coins or banknotes.

They didn't care about the coins and small denomination banknotes, but just picked up the hundred-yuan bills on the ground, quickly folded them into a pile, and then started to test them in front of the Buddha.

There was silence in the Daxiong Palace, only the sound of the banknotes being filtered by the banknote counting machine could be heard.

"Nima, are all the monks so aggressive nowadays?"

Looking at the two monks who looked like bank employees, Zhang Chuyi felt as if ten thousand horses rushed past him.

Soon, the two monks who had finished counting the bills stuffed the bundles of hundred-yuan bills into sacks, and left the Daxiong Hall with the machine in a comfortable manner.

"The disciples of your temple really regard money as nothing. I feel a little excited when I see so much money." Zhang Chuyi couldn't help but laugh twice.

"I made the two benefactors laugh." Zhengxing bowed his head and apologized, "The incense in this temple is more prosperous. Every time pilgrims come, they will stuff money into the box. If they don't deal with it in time, it won't be long before the money will be scattered. The hall is full.

However, the monastery has always donated these charitable funds to orphanages and nursing homes for the old and the young. "

"Your great virtue, I took the liberty of doing so." Zhang Chuyi clasped his hands and said.

But in his heart, he was somewhat disapproving.

How much money can be donated from the merit box?
Which big boss will put money in the merit box when offering incense to the temple?

Don't you just take the bank card directly?

Judging from the appearance of the old monk and the two young monks, they were probably used to this kind of thing, and they seemed to take it for granted.

He said, this Vajra Temple should just be renamed Money Temple.

(End of this chapter)