The Delicate Lady Coroner

Ming Guilan looked at Huo Weilou and thought for a while and said: "I still remember that Hou Ye's subordinates have changed a lot, and now these leftovers are like copper cast iron and can generally follow Hou Ye. Now Hou Ye has taken them. A woman by her side is tireless."

Huo Weilou frowned slightly, and saw Bo Ruoyou squatting on the side of the Buddha statue. He didn't dislike the horror of the corpse and insects. How could he not know how tired he was scraping something from the inner wall of the Buddha statue? I slept all the way in his arms that night.

Huo Weilou thought this in his heart, but it didn't show up on the face. Father Fu saw that Bo Ruoyou fiddled with the corpse and the corpse, and asked, "What do you see in Youyou?"

Bo Ruoyou explained: "The girl has seen the evidence, and no other clues have been found on it. Since it has been determined that it is Master Jingkong, it is necessary to know where he was murdered in the past."

Father Fu sighed, "It's been ten years, it's not easy."

"It's not easy, but it's not without hope."

Bo Ruoyou took a knife and scraped a piece of shriveled corpse from the inner wall of the Buddha statue. After the corpse was dismembered, it was placed in the Buddha statue. Naturally, it could not escape the decay. The rot gave birth to corpses, and the corpses had nowhere to go. Escape, and eventually perish in the Buddha statue, until now, they have all turned into shriveled corpses.

Bo Ruoyou wiped the surrounding area clean, and then lit a lamp to look inside the Buddha statue. She bent her body quite laboriously. After looking at it for a while, she said, "When this Buddha statue is statue, the base should be molded first. , Then the body of the Buddha, and finally the head. There are also some dark brown marks on the inner wall of the Buddha, which were stained when the corpse was placed from above."

Huo Weilou stepped forward at this time, "The people who went to Jizhou have not yet sent back news. If you said, it is impossible for the Buddha sculpturers to discover the abnormality."

Bo Ruoyou nodded, "When the corpse was first put in, it was the weight of an adult man. The **** smell will not be mentioned. If the weight is increased, any abnormality can be found if it is moved a little bit."

After a pause, Bo Ruoyou raised his eyes to look at Huo Weilou, "Is it possible that the man who sculpted Buddha was bought by the murderer?"

Bo Ruoyou was still squatting, with a thin and dense sweat on his forehead. At the moment, he raised his eyes to look at Huo Weilou, with a small face facing him, making it more and more eyebrows and vermilion lips, bright eyes clear, Huo Wei said in the corridor: "Nature, if It's much easier to find the craftsman of the year."

Bo Ruoyou responded, turned his head, put the corpse worm that Shi Cai had scraped aside with the broken cloth strands on the inner wall, and examined it carefully. There are a lot of corpses and insects. Although they are all shriveled and dead, it is still uncomfortable to look at how they are born, but Bo Ruoyou does not hesitate to hold the bamboo tweezers. His eyes lit up.

Holding bamboo tweezers, she picked up a brown corpse insect and looked in the direction of the sun. Father Fu held his nose and squatted aside, "What's so good about this corpse insect?"

Bo Ruoyou shook his head, "This is not a corpse bug."

Father Fu was slightly surprised, Ming Guilan turned his wheel and leaned over.

Bo Ruoyou said: "This is a green fly. It usually appears near the latrine. It likes filth, but if the corpse starts to decay, it will also be attracted."

Father Fu blinked, "What do you mean?"

Bo Ruoyou's eyes were filled with joy, "The place where Master Jingkong was killed may be a place close to the hut, or the place where he was dismembered is close to the hut—"

Father Fu rolled his eyes, "But ten years have passed, it should be hard to find a trace."

"My father-in-law has forgotten that there are also the Buddha beads of Master Jingkong. Of those 108 beads, I have only seen one now, and there are still one hundred and seven left. It is very likely that they will remain in the place where he was killed."

Bo Ruoyou stood up and looked at Huo Wei Tower. Huo Wei Tower looked aside and looked sad, "How many latrines are there in the temple?"

Famen Temple is huge, and naturally there are more than one latrines. I decided to settle down and immediately said, "There are five places, one between the mountain gate and the Heavenly King Hall, and one on the left rear of the Daxiong Hall. These two places are mostly for tourists, except In addition, there is a place outside the eastern and western monasteries, and a place in front of the Fa Hall."

Huo Weilou said: "Take Benhou to have a look."

He instructed so, Yue Mingquan and the three of them walked out in the right compartment, and Huo Weilou said: "The three of you stay here and wait."

As the three of them should be, Huo Weilou took the embroidered clothes ambassador and left.

Bo Ruoyou looked at the corpse of the green fly on the bamboo tweezers, with a hint of relaxation in his eyes. Ming Guilan looked at her from the side, "Such subtle details can also be found by the girl—"

Bo Ruoyou put the green fly aside, "This is the case for the original work. The autopsy is the most important thing, and the evidence of the side branches should not be underestimated. Anything that has happened will leave a trail. Help the yamen find these traces."

Ming Guilan murmured, "As long as it has happened, there will be traces left... If this statement is heard by the evil people in the world, I am afraid that it will be shocked in my heart."

Huo Weilou returned quickly, and Bo Ruoyou and the others hurriedly stared.

Huo Weilou said with a deep gaze: "It's not like the place where the crime happened. The latrines near the Heavenly King Hall and the Daxiong Hall are supervised by special personnel. It is harmful and there is a chance of not being found, but the corpse must be dismembered, and the blood stains and the smell of blood are difficult to hide. The same is true for the latrines near the Eastern and Western Buddhist monasteries. As for the latrines near the Fatang, they were only repaired seven years ago. Yes, it didn't exist ten years ago."

Bo Ruoyou frowned slightly, is she thinking wrong? But the green fly is real, she didn't distinguish it.

Bo Ruoyou looked at Fan, "Master Fan, ten years ago, there were only four latrines in the temple? It was a relic ceremony at that time, and there were so many people in the temple, but some remote places built temporary latrines."

In the ceremony that year, in addition to Emperor Jianhe and the hundreds of civil and military officials, there were also a lot of imperial guards and the Luozhou garrison carried by Yue Mingquan. With so many people, it is very likely that they will build temporary latrines.

However, Lai Fan shook his head, "No, the worship of the Buddha in the temple should be clean and tidy. Although there were many people at that time, your majesty was here. The relic ceremony was opened in 30 years, and the temple was even more cautious."

Bo Ruoyou wrinkled his brows, and at this moment, Father Fu suddenly said: "That's not right, how can our family remember that there seemed to be a latrine outside the temple at that time?"

Huo Weilou looked at him, and Lord Fu smiled bitterly: "People have three urgency. When the imperial forest soldiers changed their values, many people went outside the temple. At that time, it was said that there were latrines outside the temple. Our family vaguely remembered where outside the temple. But forgot."

Liao Fan's brow furrowed tighter, but his eyes drooped and he saw the Buddha statue on the ground. The bottom of his eyes lit up slightly. "The little monk remembered that there was a latrine outside the temple. In the workshop, a lot of Buddha statues were to be made at that time, and many craftsmen were invited. When the construction started, it was noisy, and there was no such big place in the temple, so I just built a workshop on the east side, except for the mud and water smelting place in the workshop. Besides, there is a big latrine."

"Where was the workshop set up at that time?" Huo Weilou asked.

Liu Fan pointed to the east, "It's just outside the temple, right next to it. At that time, after the Buddha statue was built, it was quickly demolished in order not to damage the feng shui in the temple. Later, it was planted with white birch, and now it is a white birch forest."

Huo Weilou immediately said, "Find someone who knows a little about the workshop at that time."

Liao Fan didn't hesitate, "Brother Liao Jue was the working monk in the workshop back then."

Huo Weilou immediately sent someone to send Jue again, and learned that the bones were really clear space, and the Buddha sculpture workshop that year was most likely the place where the clear space was killed. Jue's expression was also very sad. He led the way, thin. Ruoyou followed Huoweilou to the white birch forest.

Going out from the east gate, the main road goes up and down, up to the back mountain, and down to the birch forest. Ten years later, the birch trees are dense and towering. Now at noon, the sun casts a patch of light and shadow in the forest. .

Lijue pointed to Lin Zi and said: "Back then, it was a little barren, and the craftsmen took at least two or three months to sculpt the Buddha, so they razed the ground and built a special workshop. At that time, the workshop was surrounded by wooden fences. To the north of the inner li is a long row of smelting houses, about a dozen rooms. To the west is a row of wing rooms, where the craftsmen can eat and stay. The open space is a place to mix mud and water, and the latrine is on the northeast corner."

I felt that I took people through the woods and came to a depression where the birch grew denser than the surrounding area, mostly because of the latrines there. "It’s here. The land of the Buddha, the second is the place where the shaped Buddha statues are dried. The craftsmanship of the Buddha statues is complicated. Whether it is bronze or clay sculpture, it must be gilded and polished here."

Huo Weilou pointed to the periphery, "What were these places at that time?"

Lijue hurriedly said, "There is nothing, the outside is leveled."

If it was still in the wilderness, it would be easy to hide the corpse, but the outside was razed, and it would be difficult to hide the corpse. If the murderer commits an attack close to this place, after the attack, there are Buddha statues drying in the sun, so simply hide the corpse in the Buddha statue. It's also said in the past.

"Since you are in charge of this place, you know what stage your Buddha had reached when your master disappeared?"

He frowned, "The little monk doesn't know how to shape Buddha, so he only arranges the craftsman's board and lodging and money, and it was a relic ceremony at that time, so he seldom paid attention to this side, and couldn't remember which stage he was at for a while, but..."

He felt a sad expression, "But Venerable Kassapa and Venerable Ananda, the little monk remember, they will be finished in a few days, because these two statues were the first to be molded, and they were not clay sculptures, and they planned to be used in the Daxiong Hall. So the little monk stayed a little bit more heart. Later, the master disappeared. The little monk, the two seniors, and other people in the monastery were looking for Master together. When the little monk turned his head back to this side, the two statues of Buddha were built, and later they were put on again. Two coats of gold paint, about two months later, were formally placed in the main hall."

At that time, I was afraid that no one would have thought that the dead body was hidden in the statue of the venerable.

Seeing that there was no trace of the workshop in the surrounding area, Huo Weilou asked, "When the workshop was demolished later, was there anything unusual?"

Feeling frowned, "This is not true. The roof beams were demolished and the platform was all pushed, but nothing was found to be abnormal."

Huo Wei Building looked at the surrounding area. Ten years later, the soil quality had changed a little, and the birch trees grew taller. What might be found in such a place?

"In the beginning, I planted this forest, but it was cultivated by the people in the temple?"

Huo Weilou asked like this, and then he shook his head, "It is not the case. It was planted by a few farmers at the foot of the mountain. I would often invite them to help, and when I was shaping the Buddha, I hired some mud-shui workers, who belonged to these people."

Huo Weilou thought that the craftsmen who sculpted Buddha were all in Jizhou, but he did not expect to hire a nearby worker. Although it has been ten years, he must not give up any clues, so he immediately told Luke: "Go to the foot of the mountain. In a circle, ask about the time when the Buddha was built ten years ago, especially the statue of Venerable Kassapa."

Luke knew the clues Bo Ruoyou had found, and knew that the Buddhist beads were still missing. He naturally knew the focus of the inquiry, and immediately responded, bringing a few embroidered clothes ambassadors and heading down the mountain.

Huo Weilou took people to explore the forest again, and Bo Ruoyou also walked around this small area. Planting birch trees requires digging a very deep pit, and the forest is quite dense. If there is an abnormality in the soil, planting trees It is impossible for farmers to find out nothing, but now that the roots of the trees are entrenched, it is too difficult to find them by digging up the soil everywhere.

The embroiderers also searched around, but ten years later, even digging three feet in the ground was hard to find. Huo Wei Building had to take people back, and as soon as he returned to the temple, he saw Huo Qinghong looking for it. , Seeing Huo Wei Tower, Huo Qinghong's face brightened, "Big Brother! I heard that you went out of the temple to search for clues, did you get something?"

Huo Weilou shook his head, "You have always been with Lin Zhao?"

Huo Qinghong couldn't help yawning lazily when he heard the words, "Lin Zhao is looking at the ancient Buddhist scriptures in the temple. It is really boring. I actually squinted in the Buddhist scripture building..."

With that said, he glanced at Bo Ruoyou who was following her, looked at her for two moments, and walked over and said with a smile: "Girl Bo, do you know the origin of Famen Temple?"

Bo Ruoyou was a little dazed, and shook his head, "Mindv doesn't know."

Hearing this, Huo Qinghong's eyes suddenly narrowed like a fox, "This is how Famen Temple came. Legend has it that there was a scholar named Fa Amen who believed in Buddhism very much. From the beginning, he was teaching Buddhism in the world. Cultivating sentient beings, as a result, the emperor at that time disliked Buddhism very much, so..."

Huo Qinghong leaned forward, his tone also gloomy for two minutes, "So, the emperor ordered someone to grab him, cut off his hands and feet, cut off his tongue, and also dug out his eyes. Elsewhere—"

Before the word "death" was finished, Huo Qinghong was grabbed by the collar of the back of his neck. Huo Weilou held him in one hand, dragging him forward like an object. Is it starting to mess right now?"

"Oh, oh, elder brother has something to say, don’t do it, I just want to scare her, but why is she not afraid at all." Huo Qinghong was dragged a few feet away before being let go, he looked at Bo Ruo in amazement. You, the eyes are incredible.

Father Fu looked at the show with a smile on his face, "My dear son, the thin girl is a workman, and the corpse is not afraid. How can you be afraid of what you say?"

Huo Qinghong hurriedly sorted his collar, and looked at Bo Ruoyou with disapproval, "Tsk, it's no wonder that my eldest brother can be taken by your side, are you a woman..."

Huo Weilou frowned and looked at him again. Huo Qinghong did not dare to say anything at this moment. He coughed and gave a straight face. He seems not to be in double ten years, and when he is not making trouble, his face is handsome, with two branches of orchids like a jade tree. The free and romantic.

Fu Gonggong smiled and said: "What the son said just now, but from the perspective of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

Huo Wei Building had already moved forward, and Huo Qinghong followed along and said, "That's right, there are more books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion than in Xiangguo Temple. I have a book of classics and I just saw a Famen Temple. I fell asleep..."

Huo Weilou shook his head, "I don't know how to learn."

Huo Qinghong clung to him with a smile, "With the big brother, why should I learn this technique?"

Huo Weilou was too lazy to pay attention to him, but he always followed Huo Weilou, asking when the case would be resolved, and then he wanted to go to Luozhou City. Huo Weilou occasionally answered a sentence or two, but he was still talking.

Bo Ruoyou could see the temperament of this elder son, and a little bit of laughter for a while, but when he heard him say that there are many books in the Tibetan scripture building, a thought suddenly occurred in his heart. When everyone returned to the morgue, Bo Ruoyou was there Huo Weilou said next to him: "Master Hou, the elder son said that there are a lot of books in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion here, and the girl thinks, will there be any records about the relics during this period?"

Huo Weilou turned his eyes to look at her, and Bo Ruoyou continued: "The thieves steal the relics, there is always a purpose, because everyone knows that the relics are the treasure of Buddhism, so for many years, everyone is most suspicious of Master Jingkong, but if Are there other uses for the relics? It may be helpful to know the purpose of stealing the relics."

The autopsy was also done, and the bones were also examined. The craftsman was far away in Jizhou, and there were not many other clues. Bo Ruoyou was born with this idea as a new direction. Huo Weilou pondered a little: "Ask the purpose of the relic, and Just ask the monks in the temple."

When Huo Qinghong heard this, he leaned forward, "Do you know how many books are in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? If you are looking for it from a book, I don't know when to find it..."

Bo Ruoyou naturally said yes.

Soon, Lefan came to the crowd again. Hearing about the purpose of the relics, she said: "The relics enshrined in this temple are the spiritual bones of the Buddha. They are the supreme sacred objects of the Buddha and Tao. It’s hard to bear it. Only by gaining Taoism can you get a little good destiny. The little monk thinks that this Buddha bone relic can help any monk and protect the people of the country. In the "Fahua Sutra", the Blessed One said, "Everyone sees me." The wide range of extinction provides relics, and all the people are cherished by admiration and thirst. All beings are convinced that the quality is straightforward and soft, and they want to see the Buddha without hesitating their lives.' Relics are the incarnation of the Buddha, the embodiment of the Buddha in the world, and it can be used for energy. To be believed by Wanmin, also a Buddhist disciple, wants to gain the great way, and does not hesitate to himself."

After all the words were finished, Huo Weilou frowned. He spoke eloquently, but he was said by the Buddhist disciples. It seemed that the relics were only respected by monks, but how about ordinary people?

"Other than that, is there a saying that has been circulated among the people?"

He hesitated for a moment, "All that is circulated among the people are rumors and unreliable. For example, relics can cure all diseases, can achieve their wishes, and even resurrect themselves. Of course, they are all fake...Buddha is in his heart, Amitabha."

Knowing that the rumors were false, as if it was a sin to say it all over again, Liao Fan hurriedly recited a few Buddhist scriptures.

Huo Wei said: "You are a Buddhist disciple, so naturally you know the true and false, but if someone believes this statement, it is not without the possibility of taking risks. Sometimes people fall into despair, and they have to try desperately if they know it is false."

Liao Fan frowned, seemingly incomprehensible, Huo Weilou turned to look at Bo Ruoyou, "Do you still want to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

I thought that most of Bo Ruoyou's questions had been resolved, but she actually said, "The girl still wants to go and see."

Huo Weilou actually indulged her, looked at Father Fu, Father Fu smiled and said, "Then let's go with Youyou—"

Bo Ruoyoufu retired with Fushen, Huo Qinghong tutted: "Why are you so stubborn!"

Ming Guilan smiled next to him and said, "Of course the elder son will not understand."

Huo Qinghong snorted and looked at the sun slanting westward and said, "Should we go to rest for a while? I'm exhausted along the way. I just fell asleep."

Huo Weilou knew that the two of them were far away, and was about to order the embroidered clothes ambassador to send them back, so he heard Guilan say: "Hou Ye has been away from Beijing for a few days. I have visited Her Royal Highness Princess Long before I came here. She...some not good."

Huo Weilou frowned upon hearing this, and finally returned to the temple with him.

Here, Mr. Xiangfu said as he walked: "Shi Ziye has been spoiled since he was a child, and his temperament is quite childish, so don't be surprised."

"How come."

Fu Gonggong said again: "Although Lord Hou has his own mansion now, he still has the surname Huo. The two brothers are also like relatives. Although the son is a little afraid of Lord Hou, he is very dependent on Lord Hou."

Bo Ruoyou saw it, "Brother, friend and respectfulness is a good thing."

When they talked, they were very close to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. When they walked to the door, they saw Lin Zhaozheng leading two monks from the inside. They were a little surprised to see Bo Ruoyou and Father Fu, "Daddy, this is..."

Father Fu smiled and said, "The son is finished today? Our family brought Youyou to look for some classics."

Lin Zhao left as soon as he heard it, "I am sorting out the books in the past two days. I wonder what the girl wants to see?"

Bo Ruo said quietly: "I want to find some Buddhist records related to ancient books, such as relics and other Buddhist treasures, or Buddhist legends and the like—"

Lin Zhao understood as soon as he heard it, turned around, and led them to a row of tall bookshelves. "The scriptures here mostly contain stories from Buddhism, and there are also records of Buddhist secret treasures, among which there are a lot of relics. ."

Bo Ruo narrowed his eyes, "Thank you, son."

Lin Zhao looked at Bo Ruoyou for a few moments, and then thanked Fugong and went. He walked to the door and couldn't help but glanced inward. He was a little muttered in his heart. His book boy stood at the door and asked when he saw it. : "What is the son looking at?"

Lin Zhao laughed, "I don't know why, I think this girl is kind to her."

After that, he shook his head and walked away.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Bo Ruoyou was indeed shocked by the vast collection of books. Fortunately, Lin Zhao pointed out the place for her. "Youyou, let's tell you, our family has the same problem as the eldest son—"

From Bo Ruoyou's point of view, Mr. Fu said: "When I read a book, I feel sleepy."

Bo Ruoyou chuckles, "The father-in-law is just resting. The folks and daughters look around here, and they may find something. It's all about the public for personal gain and come to see the Buddhist scriptures that are usually difficult to see."

Father Fu received this statement, and went to the tea room on the side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to wait for her with peace of mind.

In the quiet room, only the sound of "shasha" was left. Bo Ruoyou turned her back to the window and focused on the Buddhist scriptures taken from the shelf. However, at a certain moment, she suddenly felt a slight coolness in her back.

A sense of being peeped at her back suddenly hit her.

She breathed, suddenly turned and looked out, but the window was empty, where was anyone?

She breathed a sigh of relief, only when she was nervous and suspicious, she turned her head and flipped through the book, but in the corner of the window that she couldn't see, there was a footprint that was just left on the dead leaves, and a cold wind blew. , With a cry, the dead leaves fluttered, and the footprints disappeared...