The layout of Qingxu Temple is similar to that of ordinary Taoist temples. The building is symmetrical on the central axis. The main hall is the Sanqing Hall, which is dedicated to the statue of Sanqing, followed by the Siyu Hall, the Jietai, the Bell and Drum Tower, etc. The scale of the entire temple is not large, but it is better than the lush trees and winding paths leading to a secluded place, creating a quiet world in the mundane world.
Du Leng pushed Fu Shen to walk slowly on the uneven stone road, like two ordinary pilgrims. Feilongwei had already searched the yard from the inside out, but Fu Shen couldn't see anything, he just used this place to think about things. In fact, he still has a doubt in his heart. He has never told it to outsiders, but it falls heavily in his heart all the time.
The day after he and Yan Xiaohan got married, Yu Qiaoting once brought him a box of blood-stained Dongzhu.
Fu Shen asked him to take it away at the time, but he never forgot about it. Any detail related to the Zhe clan is no trivial matter, this old rival has always been eyeing him, seemingly Anshun, but secretly sharpened his minions, dormant waiting for the chance of a fatal blow.
Fu Shen's dismissal of the commander-in-chief of the Beiyan Army and returning to Beijing to recover from his injuries undoubtedly gave them hope, and even dared to take this opportunity to venture forward to try it out, but he didn't do it for a long time. Bureau.
The Beiyan Iron Cavalry is by no means unprepared. The only thing that makes Fu Shen feel uneasy is that he does not know how many eyeliners the Zhe people have in Beijing. Are there any actions behind the murder of Jin Wuwei and the assassination of the Wanshou Ban? Is that box of Dongzhu a mere provocation, or is it a hint of meaning
Dongzhu is an extremely precious kind of jewelry in the Zhe clan. In addition to tribute to Da Zhou, within their own clan, only the wife and mother of the leader, who is the so-called Empress Dowager in the Central Plains, is qualified to wear it. Therefore, the Zhe people often refer to the queen by Dongzhu, and it happened that the queen had an accident on the day of the Wanshou banquet. Is this just a coincidence
If you think about it in general terms, Jindan and Dongzhu are similar in shape, which is also very suspicious; and Dongzhu has "East" in its name, does it allude to the Donggong that suffered the most damage in this matter
Just thinking about it all the way, the wheelchair seems to have run over a small stone, Fu Shen jolted a bit, recovered from his deep thoughts, looked up, and asked doubtfully, "Where is this?"
Du Leng said embarrassedly: "I don't know either, I seem to be lost..."
"That's enough," Fu Shen sneered and pointed casually, "Let's go, the yard is so big, you can walk out with your eyes closed. Is there a small building in front of you?"
Du Leng was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to fart, so he pushed Fu Shen over there without saying a word. The two stopped in front of the three-story building, and Fu Shen hooked his lips with interest, and said strangely, "The Book Store? It's so biased."
They have walked through many halls. Although Fu Shen lost his mind halfway through, he could estimate that they were probably in an unknown corner of the Qingxu Temple. This Buddhist scripture building is located in a remote location, far away from the rooms where the Taoist priests live. It is also hidden behind a large forest. It looks inaccessible and very difficult to find. Does anyone really come here to read scriptures
"Go in and have a look."
Du Leng carried Fu Shen and the wheelchair up the steps with great difficulty, panting from exhaustion: "I can't get in, the door is locked."
Fu Shen took a look and said, "Small meaning." He flipped his palms, and out of nowhere, he took out a small knife, and broke the copper lock on the door three or two times. Raising his hand and pushing it, the two wooden doors suddenly opened, and a smell of old paper mixed with dust wafted toward him.
Du Leng: "..."
Fu Shen's hands were so fast that Du Leng couldn't even see his movements, the heavy brass lock was like a gadget in his palm.
The most important thing is... He is a patient, why can he just take out a knife!
The bookstore was full of dust and dust, and Du Leng moved the wheelchair over the threshold again. Yijie Langzhong is really not like those warriors, who can easily carry the Hou Ye to the second floor.
"Forget it, close the door," Fu Shen couldn't bear it anymore, and stood up against the handrail, "I'd better go by myself."
His injuries are really subtle. His knee bones are completely broken and his muscles and veins are damaged, but he can't stand up. As long as he takes good care of him, there is still hope for recovery in the future. However, he really couldn't walk as usual in a short period of time, and even if the wound healed, he couldn't stay on the front line as long as he was healthy.
The situation was embarrassing because the emperor had the emperor's eyeliner in the army. The news of Fu Shen's injury could not be concealed, and the emperor immediately ordered him to return to Beijing to recuperate. Fu Shen had long known that he was afraid of himself, but he didn't expect to be so impatient. He is even less likely to tell the emperor that he is expected to recover, otherwise he may not survive in the capital for a month.
He can only take the plan as heed it, and make the injury more serious, and save his life first. The crippled appearance was all made for the emperor to see. In fact, Fu Shen's bones were almost healed. There was no problem with standing up and walking for a while.
Du Leng knew his real situation. In order to pretend to be lame, he also gave Fu Shen a pair of pills. After taking it, his legs would become weak and he would lose consciousness. The effect was outstanding, and even Shen Yice was fooled by them.
Du Leng turned around to cover the door, and warned anxiously: "Slow down, you haven't walked much recently, so be careful you fell. Do your legs still hurt?"
"It's a little bit, it's okay." Fu Shen carefully found his balance, and walked slowly past the lined bookshelves, leaning against the wall, "No one has been here for a long time, and no one has cleaned it, but the steps at the door are very clean, it looks like People often leave, strange."
Du Leng pushed his wheelchair and followed behind him. Fu Shen went up to the second floor and turned around again. Seeing that they were all tattered books, he put them back in disinterest. When he reached the end of the room, he suddenly said softly, "Mmmm. ?" A sound.
Du Leng didn't know why, so Fu Shen walked back and forth in the room a few times, frowned and said, "Go downstairs."
The two returned to the first floor, still walking back and forth a few times, and Fu Shen tapped on the four walls one by one. Seeing his brows furrowed, Du Leng couldn't help but ask, "General, what's the matter?"
"It's not right." Fu Shen said, "Don't you feel it? The room on the second floor seems to be bigger than the first floor."
Du Leng shook his head blankly.
Fu Shen said, "Count how many steps it takes to walk from the door to this wall, and then go to the second floor and follow the same route again."
As expected, Du Leng walked over as he said. After a while, he hurriedly ran down from the second floor, looking shocked, and said, "There is at least one more step on the second floor! Could it be..."*
Fu Shen raised a finger and made a silent gesture.
He instructed in a low voice: "Go to General Wei, ask him to bring a few people, and bring some wet wood..."*
Inside the Bei Prison's Department of Penalties.
Daoist Chunyang hasn't said a word yet. Yan Xiaohan and Tang Guo spent almost all day in the torture chamber in order to get their confessions. Someone hurried in from outside and whispered a few words to Yan Xiaohan.
"Understood." Yan Xiaohan turned to talk to Tang Pass, "Doctor Shen is looking for me for something, you can watch it for a while, and I'll go out."
Tang Guo's eyes lit up when he heard the words "Doctor Shen", but later he found out that he had nothing to do with him, so he nodded indifferently. Yan Xiaohan raised his chin and pointed at the prisoner hanging in the prison, "It may have something to do with him, take it easy, don't kill him."
The North Prison is only a few steps away from the Feilong Guards Academy. As soon as Yan Xiaohan entered the door, Shen Yice rolled over like a whirlwind: "My lord! It's Qingxuguan! Those who died of the horse wind, including Yang Hexuan , it's not that they have no intersection, these people have all been to Qingxuguan!"
"Wha..." Yan Xiaohan startled him, "What did you say? Slow down, start over, what's going on?"
Shen Yice's face flushed with excitement: "I've been trying to find out what the package of medicine is on Yang Hexuan's body these days, so I visited the houses of the deceased one by one. Although they lived all over the city, But if you look at it on the map, you can see that their residences are connected in a circle, and the center is the area of Qingxuguan."
He spread out a map of the capital and motioned Yan Xiaohan to look at the ink marker on it.
"Qingxu Guan has a reputation for efficaciousness and strong incense, and there are countless people coming and going on festivals and auspicious days. Naturally, no one will notice that these people have all appeared in the same place. I asked the family of the deceased, and those people did every other day. After a period of time, they will go to Qingxu Temple to offer incense, and often donate some incense money. When these people have a headache and brain fever, they will go to the temple to ask for Fushui elixir. After taking the medicine, the disease will be cured. Medicine, and what do we doctors do? Obviously those people are addicted, and they can only get medicine by going to Qingxuguan."
Shen Yice said: "Because the palace respects immortality, the people also worship it, so no one takes it seriously. Qingxuguan took advantage of this trend to secretly resell strange medicines. Not to mention Yang Hexuan, pure Daoist Yang was recommended by his father."
Yan Xiaohan stared at the map for a moment and said categorically, "Go, go to Qingxu Temple."
When he hurried to Qingxuguan with several of his subordinates, Yan Xiaohan's right eyelid suddenly jumped uncomfortably when he heard that Fu Shen and Wei Xuzhou were both in the Tibetan Scripture Building.
An indescribable feeling came over me. He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly rushed towards the library with the people, but before he got close, he could already see the thick smoke billowing into the sky in front of the building—
"Fu Shen!"
Fu Shen looked back abruptly, and was facing the "Clumsy Jing" who was running towards him in shock and anger.
At the same time, there was a sudden loud bang in the smoke-filled library building, and then the two doors were kicked open from the inside, and a black figure choked and rushed out of the house with his mouth and nose covered!
Just as Yan Xiaohan rushed to him, the castration had not stopped, but he saw Fu Shen pull out the saber from his waist like lightning, without even looking at it, he threw it back, a white light like a dazzling dazzling white light." With a sharp knife, he nailed the man to the pillar engraved with couplets.
He brought a basin of water and poured it over the smoking wet wood. With a "chi" sound, the flames went out, and the white smoke disappeared, revealing the faces of everyone in the hospital with different expressions.
In the silence, Fu Shen stretched out his hand, took Yan Xiaohan's frightened cold hand into his palm, pulled him and shook it lightly, as if to appease him, but also with a hint of gratification: "Look, it slipped through the net. Fish, I caught you."
The author has something to say: *1: A step here refers to the ancient unit of measurement, which is about 1.5 meters
*2: Through the small size of the room, it is found that there is a mezzanine in the room, and the person hiding in the mezzanine is forced out by means of ignition. This technique is designed from the Conan Doyle Holmes detective collection "The Architect of Norwood". The design of the mezzanine in this article is the same as that of "The Architect of Norwood", but "Norwood" is followed by a fake fire method. This article adopts the method of smoked caves commonly used in ancient times. There will be a reasonable explanation for this in the next chapter. Nuo is also different. In order to avoid plagiarism disputes, it is hereby explained.