Zhuo Qiaoniang said anxiously: "Where is Mingkong? Where is he? Hurry and see if he can be saved."

"It's hopeless!" The thin man Mingshou almost shrank into a ball. "I came here half a day ago just to save him! The cliff was so steep that it was impossible to get down. It took me almost an hour to make a detour to get down.

Below, on such a high cliff, his body was almost smashed. I wanted to carry him back, but the ground was covered with thick snow and it was uphill. It took a lot of effort to carry him back for a short section.

He couldn't carry him anymore, so he put him at the bottom of the slope and ran back to report."

Leng Yi said: "Then take us there quickly!"

"I'm not going! I'm almost exhausted. There's no point in going. You can go on your own. The body will be placed under the big locust tree at the three-way intersection three miles down the hillside of the temple."

They were familiar with everything around this temple. They knew where the place that the thin man Mingshou mentioned was. Seeing that he was about to collapse from exhaustion, they asked him to stay while the others rushed to the three-way intersection.

locust tree.

The abbot also suggested that Leng Yi stay, but Leng Yi insisted on taking Zhuo Qiaoniang with him. He wanted to see the body as soon as possible. Now, this case is even more complicated and confusing, and no clue can be missed.

After leaving the temple, we started to go downhill. The snow was thick all the way up to our knees. Moreover, snowflakes were still falling in the sky.

They marched hard in the snow for almost an hour. The horse-faced Mingzong finally pointed ahead and said: "Here! The big locust tree at Sanchakou is here!"

Leng Yi looked up and saw a black spot in the distance, lying on a big rock. As they got closer, they finally saw clearly that it was a corpse.

Leng Yi stepped forward and took a closer look, only to see the corpse of Zhike Monk Mingkong crawling with his head downwards. Maybe it was because he had been carried all the way, and there was no blood under his body.

Leng Yi grabbed the corpse's shoulders and tried to turn it over. He felt that the corpse was numb, the temperature was very low, and rigor mortis appeared quickly and with great intensity.

When the body was turned over, everyone was shocked. Zhuo Qiaoniang, who was standing far away, screamed in fright and covered her face with her hands. - Only a picture of Zhike Monk Mingkong was seen.

The face has been completely deformed, probably because the head hit the rock downwards, and the whole head and cheeks were sunken. It looked extremely scary!

Leng Yi didn't even frown. He carefully inspected the corpse bit by bit, including the fractures of the hands and feet. He also untied the corpse's clothes and inspected it. After reading, he touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "Not good."

!Go back quickly! Thin Man Mingshou is in danger!"

The abbot and others looked at him in surprise.

Leng Yi said: "Mingzong and Mingjing, you two carry the body back, the rest of you and I will rush to the temple immediately!"

They returned to the temple out of breath and began to shout the name of the thin man Mingshou loudly. However, the entire temple was empty and there was no answer.

Zhuo Qiaoniang's face turned pale. What she was most worried about was the box of tax gold! Looking for the thin man Ming Shou, she paid attention to the snowdrift where the box was buried, but it was still untouched. Then she felt relieved.

At this moment, the old voice of the white-bearded Mingtong came out from the Main Hall: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly! Thin Man Ming is guarding here! He..., he is dead!"

Leng Yi was the first to rush into the main hall, and saw the body of the thin man Ming Shou huddled in the corner of the door. His hands were on his chest, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was wide open.

His face was completely distorted. He had obviously seen something extremely terrifying and was frightened to death.

Leng Yi had handled so many murder cases, but he had never encountered a case where he was scared to death. Looking at this horrific corpse, he also felt a chill running down his spine.

Four died in two days! Including him, there were only eight monks in the temple, and half of them were dead! The abbot almost cried.

However, a result that frightened him even more emerged in his mind - the thin man Ming Shou was frightened to death. Previously, the monk Ming Kong was frightened by the ghost and panicked and fell off the cliff to his death. Will this ghost be killed one by one?

Find them and scare them to death one by one?

Looking at the abbot's pale face, Leng Yi twirled the short beard on his chin with his fingers and muttered: "Take the body to the corner and put it together."

The horse-faced Mingzong and Diaomei Mingjing stayed behind to carry the corpse of the guest monk Mingkong, and the thin man Mingshou was dead. There were only abbot Juehui and white-bearded Mingtong here. Leng Yi was the county magistrate, so he could not let the county

Master, can you help carry the body? The two white beards had to do it themselves. But the thin man Ming Shou was frightened to death. His body was highly tense and convulsed and stiff. There was no way to lift it flat. He had to roll it up and carry it.

The corner where the body is placed.

Leng Yi looked at them, suddenly remembered something, slowly raised his head, looked at the Buddha, and was in a daze. Abbot Juehui and Bai Huming passed by, and seeing him staring blankly at the Buddha's face, they also raised their heads.

Looking around, they were all shocked by what they saw - the mouth of the giant Buddha had also been gouged out!

This is strange. In the morning, the Big Buddha's mouth was still fine. After learning that Zhike Monk Mingkong fell to death, everyone except the thin man Mingshou went to transport Zhike Monk Mingkong's body. But after they came back, the Big Buddha

His mouth was also gouged out. Could it be that the thin man Ming Shou did it? Because he dug out the Buddha's facial features, he was frightened to death by the Buddha? If so, then what did he do by digging out the Buddha's facial features?

The abbot and Mingtong were so frightened that Leng Yi stood in front of the main hall, twirling his beard and looking at the Buddha in trance, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the horse-faced Mingzong and Diaomei Mingjing came back carrying the body of the Zhike monk Mingkong that Leng Yi turned around. By this time, his eyes were already bright.

After the horse-faced Mingzong and the others learned that the thin man Mingshou had been frightened to death by the ghost Hao Hao, they were trembling with fear. But they had to do something no matter how scared they were. The two of them tremblingly removed two door panels, set them up on a long stool, and put the door panels in place.

Put it on top, and then place the corpses of the wise monk Mingkong and the body of the thin man Mingshou on top. However, both corpses have become stiff, lying there in weird postures, looking scary.

Leng Yi said to the abbot Jue Hui: "This big Buddha of yours has been dug up beyond recognition. It's so ugly. Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you? You'd better find a way to repair it as soon as possible."

Abbot Juehui didn't know why he suddenly brought up the issue of repairing the Buddha, but he couldn't ask more questions and just laughed and nodded.

Leng Yi said: "Is there mud in the temple? If there is, mix the mud quickly and repair the Buddha's statue immediately. This is a matter of accumulating negative virtue. Hurry up! - You just didn't repair the Buddha's statue in time, and you offended the Buddha.

, that’s why so many disasters have happened. Listen to me, as long as you repair the damaged parts of the Buddha statue, everything will be fine soon!”

Juehui didn't know whether the magistrate's words were meant to be a joke or if he was telling the truth, so she stood there and looked at him in a daze.

Leng Yi's face darkened and he said, "Didn't you hear what I said in this county? Hurry up and get to Heniba!"

"Yes!" Juehui agreed hastily, asking Ma Lian Mingzong and the others to prepare the mud. However, Leng Yi stopped him again: "Be more prepared. Usually the stomachs of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas I see in temples are empty.

It's not good for you to do this! How can the Buddha and Bodhisattva have an empty stomach to care about your affairs! You must be honest!" Having said this, he tilted his head and looked at the big Buddha: "Hey! You are the big Buddha.

In this way, it is hollow inside! No wonder the Buddha was unhappy, so he sent disaster to you! - Prepare more mud and fill up all the empty places in the Buddha's belly!"

The eyebrow-raising Mingjing and the horse-faced Mingzong agreed to leave, but they saw Leng Yi quietly gesturing to them not to go. They didn't know what Leng Yi was up to, so they stood there looking at him suspiciously.

Leng Yi then said loudly: "I don't know if there is anyone hiding in the belly of the Buddha. If there is, if the mud is poured in, wouldn't it be possible to bury him alive in it and suffocate him to death?" As he said that, he deliberately climbed up with great effort.

On the base of the Buddha, he patted the belly of the Buddha with his hand and said, "Is there anyone there? If there is no one, we will have to fill it with mud!"

Suddenly, a voice buzzed from the belly of the Buddha: "Don't drink it! I'm inside!"
Chapter completed!