northernbook 249 Unannounced visit to Daci'en Temple
249 Unannounced visit to Daci'en Temple
"That's right. A lot of pieces of paper written with 'life and death' were also found scattered beside the corpses of many young monks in the Da Ci'en Temple."
Li Cunxun replied hastily: "That's why the officials involuntarily connected these two things, and they both died unexpectedly. It seems, it seems..."
Ni Qi smiled indifferently, and couldn't help asking: "What does it seem? Don't hesitate, just speak up if you have something to say."
Li Cunxun mustered up his courage and said: "It seems that it is indeed an arrangement in the dark, or it can also be said to be retribution."
"Master Li, do you believe these lies? You are Jing Zhaoyin who is responsible for violating the law and order in the capital," Ni Qi sighed.
"We have to be on guard against the fact that the people from the Netherworld Ghost Dao Sect and the black witches and monks from the Xingluo Kingdom are united to cause filth everywhere in the capital."
Everyone, including the Eight Sage King Zhao Youting, nodded frequently, expressing their approval of Ni Qi's words.
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Early the next morning, Eight Sage King Zhao Youting asked Ni Qi to go to Da Ci'en Temple to find out the truth.
Ni Qi couldn't refuse, but it was inconvenient to bring Alatanamuki, who had a criminal record in Da Ci'en Temple, with him.
Last night, Alatanamuki completed the task extremely well, first let the moon in the water tune the tiger away from the mountain, and then led Yi away from the right side Zuo Mingyang.
Then Alatanamuki sneaked into the right minister's home, secretly poisoned his old mother to suddenly fall ill, and led the right minister to leave the emperor's Mid-Autumn Festival feast in the imperial garden and hurried home.
In the end, in the right minister Zuo Mingyang's home, he was directly controlled by poison.
This is her achievement comparable to defeating the prince, and it is completely worthy of praise. Today Ni Qi asked her to relax for a day.
Zhao Youting, Ni Qi, the Eight Sage Kings, Cui Yunting, Minister of Dali Temple, and Li Cunxun, Jingzhao Yin and his entourage, dressed in plain clothes, mixed among the crowd of pilgrims, and strolled leisurely into the temple.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Youting, the eight virtuous king, and Ni Qi presided over a grand banquet in the imperial garden of the imperial palace where Emperor Zhao An entertained officials to appreciate the moon.
During the period, the emperor met with the envoys of various countries, gave the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, and the Eight Sage Kings led the whole process of celebrating the festive season.
Although there was no organization of Honglu Temple Zheng and Shaoqing, under Ni Qi's strategizing and the Baxian King's best efforts, everything was finally smooth and smooth, and the whole process was very successful.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the imperial court closed the court for three days as usual, and all government offices were also closed for three days.
But in the end, it was a high-intensity work. After being busy and tense almost without sleep the night before, and staying up until midnight last night, after the Eighth Sage King returned to the mansion that night, he felt exhausted and uncomfortable. He slept quietly in the mansion all night. Almost recovered.
The next day, he saw that his physical strength was gradually improving, and he didn't dare to delay the deadline for solving the case issued by the emperor.
So they sent people to find Ni Qi, Dali Temple Minister Cui Yunting, Jing Zhaoyin Li Cunxun and others non-stop, and asked them to go to Daci'en Temple for an unannounced visit.
Cui Yunting, Minister of Dali Temple, and Jing Zhaoyin Li Cunxun have visited Daci'en Temple for some reason in the past, so they are no strangers to this famous temple.
Under the leadership of the Eight Sage King Zhao Youting, several people talked and laughed along the way, showing a rare sense of comfort and relaxation.
Entering the temple, the eyes are full of red men and women, everyone's face is full of joy and longing, it seems that the death of a dozen young monks the day before yesterday has left no trace.
Ni Qi, like everyone else, came slowly to the backyard with the others after the Eight Sage King Zhao Youting and others made incense in front of the Tathagata Buddha.
Walking to the center of Da Ci’en Temple, the square courtyard is clean, and there is only a seven-story brick pagoda standing in the middle. This is the famous tower of Da Ci’en Temple—the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
The strange thing is that the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, which is the most attractive place for people to visit and enjoy and express their feelings, is deserted and deserted today.
In the compound under the pagoda, there were only a few of them standing, plus a young monk Mi who was guarding the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
Obviously, the sad news that more than a dozen young monks fell to their deaths from the tower still spread.
Superstitious ordinary people would avoid such evil spirits for fear of not being able to come to the scene of such murders at will, for fear of tainting bad luck and attracting disasters.
Ni Qi stopped in the middle of the courtyard, looking up at the arched windows on the seventh floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
Turning around, he smiled at Dali Temple Minister Cui Yunting and Jing Zhaoyin Li Cunxun: "I have always thought that the shape of this tower is very special, especially the arched window lintel, which is rarely seen in buildings in the Central Plains."
"That's why the Big Wild Goose Pagoda looks so special, and most of the tourists who come and go for sightseeing come to see the arched windows."
"I didn't expect 'Success is Xiao He, failure is Xiao He', now because of this arched window, no one would dare to come."
Dali Temple Minister Cui Yunting and Jing Zhaoyin Li Cunxun smiled at each other, followed Ni Qi slowly to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
The little monk Mi looked at these visitors with a sad face, his expression was quite depressed.
Ni Qi walked up to him, clasped his hands together with a smile on his face and said, "Little Master, how was your Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday?"
The little monk Mi clasped his palms together and said in return, "Hello, almsgiver."
Ni Qi nodded, still smiling and asked: "Little master, why is the Big Wild Goose Pagoda so deserted today?"
"My two friends first arrived in Kyoto, and they heard about the great reputation of the Da Ci'en Temple and the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. They came here to see it. I wonder if they can climb the pagoda?"
The little monk Mi was shocked when he heard the words, he waved his hands again and again and said, "This benefactor, haven't you heard of it?"
Ni Qi pretended not to know, and asked, "What did you hear?"
The little monk Mi stomped his feet: "Oh, a murder happened on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Our monastery has sealed the pagoda in cooperation with the government. I was ordered to guard here. No one is allowed to climb the pagoda."
"Oh?" Cui Yunting, Minister of Dali Temple heard what the little monk Mi said, and was about to move forward, but Ni Qi stopped him with a wink.
Ni Qi pretended to be shocked and asked the little monk Mi: "I heard that something happened on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Da Ci'en Temple, but I didn't expect it to be so serious? I just don't know what kind of murder case it is?"
The young monk Mi said angrily: "A dozen young monks my age in our temple hid on the top floor of this tower to steal wine and drink. They all got so drunk that they all stumbled and fell from the tower and fell to their deaths."
"Oh? How could he make a mistake?" Jing Zhaoyin and Li Cunxun couldn't stop asking.
"Drunk, these young monks are all young and frivolous, and they often get together to learn bad things."
"It's common to steal wine and eat meat, and it's not surprising to get drunk."
Zhao Youting, the Eighth Sage King, was also quite interested, and asked curiously: "Alcoholism violates the temple's rules and regulations. Doesn't the abbot never punish them?"
The little monk Mi curled his lips: "I haven't heard of it, but the management of our temple is relatively lax. As long as they are not caught, these young monks will have no rules, fish, be lazy, desert... do whatever they want , no one has ever cared about it!"