"If you want to capture spy detectives, you must learn to think like spy detectives."

"If I were the head of the Jingchao Military Information Department, what kind of person would I sue in the royal palace and become my spy detective?"

Chen Ji sat on the bed and supported his chin, silently analyzing:

"If it is not a guard, the guards are not allowed to enter the back house."

"...The imperial physicians and apprentices in Taiping Medical Center can not only contact people outside, but also be qualified to enter the inner house."

Chen Ji was stunned: "I can't be really a spy detective in Jing Chao, are you?"

He carefully analyzed the possibility:

I once appeared at Zhou Chengyi's house in the middle of the night. I met the housekeeper for the first time, but the housekeeper knew that he was an apprentice in the clinic, which shows that my original body had been to Zhou's mansion more than once.

Alums are often used as drugs, and there are ones in Taiping Medical Center. If I were a spy detective in Jingchao, the alums in Zhou Chengyi's mansion would have a way out...

hiss!

Chen Ji took a breath of air conditioning.

Wait, no, right.

According to the information conveyed by Zhou Chengyi, the spy detective should have seen the big man in the palace. Both sides confirmed their sincerity. The head of the Military Information Department planned to go south.

When he went to Wanxingyuan for treatment, Chunrong wanted to kill him, Concubine Yun stood up and planned to leave. Concubine Jing was silent and left alone. If she hadn't taken the initiative to survive, she would probably die in Wanxingyuan that day.

If he is a spy detective in Jing Chao, at least one of these two big names should be protected.

Chen Ji stood up gently, quietly opened the wardrobe shared by the three of them, and groped for everyone's clothes, not even the collar and cuffs to see if there were any entrainments inside.

However, no clue was found.

Chen Ji squatted down again, and in the dark, he pressed his fingers against the bricks that were built and carefully slashed through each brick.

Hey.

He actually felt that a brick was slightly raised about two millimeters, and the clay around it was loose.

Chen Ji pinched the edge of the brick with his index fingers and thumb nails, pulling it out bit by bit. However, someone saw that someone had hollowed out a small hole behind the brick, hiding five silver ingots!

ah?!

A ingot of silver should never be something that a clinic apprentice can own unless the Jing Chao Military Information Department provides funds.

Previously, Chen Ji suspected that the spy detective was in the clinic and laughed at him for being suspicious, but when he really saw the evidence, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Is this silver ingot from She Dengke? Or is it from Liu Quxing?

...or your own?

Chen Ji stuffed the silver ingots and bricks back, and quietly returned to the bed to sleep.

...

...

In the early morning, the rooster crowing had not yet risen, and Old Man Yao, who was sleeping on the bed, was awakened by the movements in the yard.

He put on his white-bottomed black cloth shoes, walked slowly towards the door with his hands on his back. In the yard, Chen Ji gently poured the water he had just picked into the water tank.

Old man Yao looked at Liu Quxing, who was sleeping on the stove in the kitchen, looked at Chen Ji, who was energetic, frowned and said, "... Have you survived him to death?"

Chen Ji: "...No, Senior Brother Liu just fell asleep."

Old Man Yao curled his lips: "Before the chicken crowing, you can make a move to wake me up. Otherwise, don't let the chicken crow in the future, you can crow."

Chen Ji smiled and did not take the words of his master to heart. He gradually got used to the other party's poisonous mouth: "Master, I'm going to fetch water. Before the rooster crows, I'll fill up the water, so you won't delay your morning class."

As he said that, he rolled his cuffs to his wrist, carried the shoulder pole and walked out.

However, before Chen Ji could reach the door, a copper ring sounded in the distance outside the door. The ringtone was crisp and pleasant, from far to near.

Old Man Yao frowned, walked forward quickly, and pulled Chen Ji back into the house before he left the door.

Chen Ji was pulled so hard that he couldn't help but take two steps back, and the shoulder pole and wooden barrel on his shoulder were shaking.

The next moment, a group of people carried a solemn Buddha statue with treasures and crossed Anxi Street in the dawn night.

Thirty-two monks were wearing gray monk robes, bare at half of their arms, and steadily carrying the huge Sumeru throne.

Next to Sumeru, there are monks holding copper bells in their left hand and incense in their right hand. Occasionally, left and right hand fights, and incense and copper bells collided to create brilliant Mars and crisp sounds.

The incense has not been extinguished for a long time, and Mars soars into the sky, like fire trees and silver flowers, and fish and dragons.

Chen Ji asked in a low voice: "Master, please bring me back..."

Old man Yao said expressionlessly: "Don't ask."

Chen Ji and Old Man Yao stood side by side, staring at the monks silently, slowly passing by the Taiping Medical Center.

Just as he was watching, he suddenly took a step back.

At that moment, the Buddha statue seemed to look at him, but his eyes were indifferent but with a hint of compassion.

At this time, Liu Quxing was also awakened by the copper ringtone and rushed over. He looked at the team in front of the door: "The monks from Dharu Temple in the south of the city. Who can afford to pay for the Double Ninth Festival? Please invite Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to tour Luocheng?"

Chen Ji hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master, are there really gods and Buddhas in this world?"

Liu Quxing rushed to answer: "Of course there is, two years ago, a man's mother was seriously ill in Liujiatun in the suburbs. He knelt in front of the Buddha statue while he was traveling by Buddha and Bodhisattva, but his mother's illness was cured on the spot!"

Chen Ji was skeptical, and he knew that many religions used the method of revealing miracles to attract believers.

But Liu Quxing continued, "Also, I remember three years ago, there was a filial son in the west of Luocheng. Both of his parents died of the plague. He went to the Dhara Temple in the south of the city to seek Buddhas, donated all his wealth, land deeds, and ancestral property, and asked Abbot of the Yun to set up a water and land Dharma assembly to offer to Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in all directions."

“What’s the result?”

"His parents were resurrected, and the plague disappeared, but they just lie in bed and cannot move," Liu Quxing replied.

Chen Ji frowned and turned to look at Old Man Yao: "Master, is what Senior Brother Liu said true?"

Old man Yao carried his hands on his back and said lightly: "When his parents came to me, they were already dying. I asked him to carry his parents away and not die in the clinic to ruin my reputation."

Liu Quxing murmured in a low voice: "Master, I said at that time that people can no longer save people. It is better to save some money for the living..."

Old Man Yao ignored him and just continued, "His parents died in front of me, so when the news of their resurrection came, I came to verify it myself. The old couple did come back to life, but they were lying on the hospital bed without any consciousness, pulse, heartbeat, and breathing."

Chen Ji was stunned, his parents...

But Old Man Yao sneered: "But what's the point of living like this? It's better to let them leave with peace of mind."

Chen Ji suddenly asked, "Master, is there anything that will make the deceased live completely?"

Old Man Yao glanced at him: "It is rumored that Xu Gong, the chief minister of the cabinet, died in an accident. Xu Gong spent a lot of money to ask the abbot of Pratyekabuds Temple to make his son's body with the seven-treasure lotus lantern, so that his son could live for a lifetime."

"Is his son still alive?"

"Where you are alive, you are the current deputy supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau, Xu Shu."

Chen Ji's mind was like a giant axe slashing through the haze and chaos, and it was revealed in an instant.

I have lived for a lifetime. If there is really someone in this world who can resurrect the dead, then one day I can find my way home or my parents?

make money.

Practice.

Chen Ji's heart was hot.

If you want to practice, you can no longer avoid the ice flow. You have to figure out what the ice flow is, how it is produced, and how to obtain it!

When the monks disappeared at the end of Anxi Street, the sky was gradually getting brighter.

The neighbors were no longer sleepy and unloaded the door panel early, greeted each other happily, and placed the stalls on the street in advance.

Chen Ji did not return to the backyard, so he carried a shoulder pole to the well.

A young man carrying dry firewood came to the front and shouted, and when he passed by, Chen Ji stopped and grabbed the other party: "Tell Lord Yunyang that I need to go to the inner prison."

The young man looked shocked: "What is Dr. Chen talking about, why can't I understand?"

Chen Ji said calmly: "The firewood seller walks around the streets and is covered with wind and sun, but he will not be as fair as a secret spy. Moreover, the firewood seller will not just wander on this street, and he cannot sell a load of firewood from morning to night. If the Jingchao spy detective, there will be no arrogant expression in his expression, but he should be cautious. Let me tell Lord Yunyang that I will go to the prison to check the prisoner and the file, and maybe I can help him find new contributions."

After saying that, he went to carry water without looking back.

Chen Ji didn't realize the abnormality of this young man selling Chai today. He sat on the threshold of the clinic for a day when his parents sent him to school.

And the reason why he wanted to go to a place where others avoided it was only because...

Where did the most unjustly die?

The secret spy prison.

The Chai seller slowly curled his smile and stared at Chen Ji's leaving back. He thought he was pretending very well, but now it seems that the other party has long discovered his problem and is just watching his poor performance quietly.

The next moment, the young man selling firewood and the shoulder pole left, turned around and strided away.

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Chapter completed!