Qian Bazhi walked into the palace of the Dali Temple Minister and first greeted Pei Lian with his hands.

Then he saluted Su Dawei.

This case was jointly investigated by Su Dawei and Dali Temple, so if you find it, you don’t have to avoid Dali Temple.

As for Wannian County, the original territory of Wannian County, due to Su Dawei's intervention, his presence has dropped to almost nowhere.

Su Dawei does not work in Wannian County, so he doesn't have to worry about their ideas.

In Wannian County, I was afraid to avoid the case involving Princess Gaoyang.

It was also a pleasure to have Su Dawei take over it.

Otherwise, it would be fine if the case was solved. If it could not be solved, I would be afraid that all the bad people from the county magistrate to the lower ones would have to be killed.

"Master Eight, what evidence were yesterday?"

“Bring them all.”

Qian Bazhi's eyes flashed, then he smiled bitterly, took out the cloth bag from his body, and patted it twice: "It's all here."

On his face, which was full of grace, every wrinkle seemed to be carved from a knife.

This is a tough guy.

However, every expression on his face seemed to be smiling bitterly.

"What's the meaning?"

Su Dawei was quite surprised: "I asked if I had found any of these ashes?"

"No."

Qian Bazhi's palms, which were only eight fingers left, spread on both sides, and said tiredly: "There are a lot of ashes left in a broken head. Last night, I asked a few brothers to help me and tried to get them all night, but I didn't find anything, they were all useless ashes."

This time, Su Dawei was very disappointed.

"I'm in trouble now. It's hard to find clues on Cui Huan. I found them today."

He simply talked about the dolls discovered by Nan Jiulang and Gao Dahu, which were suspected to be witchcraft. The doll used Gao Yang's hair, and told Qian Bazhi about it.

"I originally thought that if Cui Huan makes progress, the two cases can be determined by combining them, or there are new clues."

Su Dawei looked at Qian Bazhi's cloth bag containing ash in his hand and shook his head helplessly: "I didn't expect Cui Huan to burn so clean. I'm afraid there will be no new discoveries here for a while."

Qian Bazhi touched the pocket on his waist, which contained his commonly used hidden weapons and several earth cigarettes for refreshing spirits.

Su Dawei looked extremely tired when he saw that he looked very tired, so he didn't blame him much.

"In this way, Master Eighth Master, you go down and rest first, take a few brothers, and then help me check who Cui Huan usually interacts with, and whether there are enemies or suspicious people in his relationship."

"Okay, leave this to me."

Qian Baqi nodded and agreed.

After giving Qian Bazhi a letter, Su Dawei turned around and made an appointment with Dali Temple Minister Pei Lian to exchange new clues before exchanging them, and then went out with Qian Bazhi.

"Have Jiulang returned to Chang'an County Government?"

"Not yet, by the way, Ami, in the morning, a monk came to Chang'an County to find you."

"Men?"

While pointing out with Qian Ba, Su Dawei asked strangely: "What kind of monk is it?"

"He said he was a monk from Dacien Temple, whose Dharma name was Wuneng."

"Enlightenment?"

When Su Dawei mentioned this name, he immediately remembered it.

When I went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda of Dacien Temple to visit Master Xuanzang, beside the monk, there was also a monk named Wuneng.

The monk was fat and had a sense of joy.

At that time, Su Dawei was still thinking in his heart whether this person would be the prototype of Bajie in the later generations of "Journey to the West".

So I was deeply impressed.

"Did he say what to do with me?"

"It seems to be that there is a book written by the monks in the temple, which is called the Tripitaka and the Biography of Ci'en?"

Qian Baqin rubbed his eyebrows with his index finger.

At this age, my memory is obviously not as good as before.

"Is it the biography of Master Sanzang of Dacien Temple?"

"Yes, that's it."

Qian Bazhi slapped his thigh with joy: "It's still Ami, you're in a bright mind."

Su Dawei smiled bitterly and shook his head. This was his impression of later generations and had nothing to do with his current memory.

However, when I think of this book, I think of the stolen book "The Record of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty". When the monk was seriously ill, he specially handed the book to himself and sent it to the descendants of the Kuo family, the King of Gaochang.

But now the book is lost in his own hands.

How to face this promise.

Master Wuneng made a special trip to him and mentioned the "Biography of Master Sanzang of Dacien Temple". Could it be that he wanted to hand over this book to him?

Thinking of this, Su Dawei felt a little guilty.

"Then I'll go to Ci'en Temple now. After I go, I'll go to Chang'an County to find you and Jiulang."

"etc."

Qian Bazhi suddenly grabbed him: "There is one more thing."

"What's the matter?"

"That pile of ashes from last night..."

Qian Bazhi showed a sly smile on his face: "Actually, I've discovered it."

"and you……"

Su Dawei had just said two words and immediately reacted.

Qian Bazhi did this obviously to keep it confidential.

What exactly I discovered needs to be kept secret in front of Dali Temple Minister Pei Lian.

Qian Bajie reached out into the cloth bag around her waist, groped for a while, took out a piece of paper the size of a fingernail, and handed it to Su Dawei's hand.

"I searched for a night and found this one, with only one word on it."

Su Dawei took a look and wrote small seal script.

Although there are traces of smoke and fire, you can still see clearly and the handwriting is extremely beautiful.

It is a word "一".

"This word..."

Su Dawei looked over and over again: "What can I tell this word? Why didn't I say it just now?"

"There is nothing to tell about this word, but the person who writes... has a great background."

Qian Baqi looked around and lowered his voice.

Su Dawei's heart moved, and then looked at the word "zhi" on the piece of paper the size of a fingernail in his hand.

He looked up at Qian Bawei and said, "How to judge the identity of the writer?"

"In Chang'an County, there were official documents from the court. We spent a night last night comparing from high to low, and it turned out to be very smooth. This word was written by the Secretariat of the current court."

Qian Baqi stroked the beard on his chin and laughed: "Everyone's handwriting has unique characteristics, just like this character. When you look at it, it has twists and turns and has a swallowtail shape. This handwriting is only available in the Zhongshuling."

"Li Yi Mansion."

Su Dawei murmured.

His palm quietly held the small piece of paper tightly.

"But just by Li Yiye's word "一" cannot be said that he has something to do with Cui Huan's case."

"I know this, so I didn't say this in front of Dali Temple Minister just now."

Qian Baqi reached out and patted Su Dawei on the shoulder: "Anyway, this evidence is handed over to you. Whatever you say, what I do?"

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Eight."

Su Dawei knew that in one night, he had to clear out the embers from the ashes, find this small piece of paper, and compare the results of the words. The workload must be very amazing.

Qian Bazhi really tried his best to help Su Dawei.

Thinking of this, he was moved to the point where he stretched out his fist and pounded Qian Bajie's shoulder: "I'll go to Master Ci to meet Master Wuneng first, and I'll talk when I come back."

"good."

Not at the right time.

It is roughly equivalent to three o'clock in the afternoon in later generations.

The setting sun in the afternoon shines on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and it is full of golden glory.

When Su Dawei stepped into Ci'en Temple, he felt a little dazed for a moment.

He remembered the scene when he came here many years ago.

At that time, Lu Huineng came here together.

At that time, in addition to the travelers, Master Xuanzang also had Ming Chongyan and Helan Minzhi who came here to treat his illness.

But later Su Dawei was ordered to conquer the Western Turks and left Chang'an.

Later, Master Xuanzang moved away from Dacien Temple and went to another temple to translate scriptures.

Su Dawei never came here again.

It's been many years.

Now walking into the house, it feels like it was yesterday.

The bells of the ancient temple ring.

When the monk Zhike took Su Dawei around the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Su Dawei couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This pagoda was the place where Master Xuanzang translated scriptures back then.

It is also the place where Su Dawei remembers Xuanzang.

I feel the same way, but I put away these emotions very well on the face.

Soon he arrived at a side hall, and the monk Zhike stood in front of the hall and shouted: "Senior Brother Wuneng, donor Su is here."

Su Dawei followed the sound and looked into the hall. The temple was offering Maitreya Buddha.

It is said that when the Buddha was silent, he once said that five hundred years later, a new Buddha would be born, and he would be Maitreya Buddha.

In Sanskrit, this Buddha is called Ayido, also known as Wunengsheng.

It is the future Buddha.

Just as Su Dawei looked at the Buddha statue in the hall, his big belly made his enlightenment walk out of the hall.

His body shape and expression are seventy-sixth-score to the Maitreya sacrificed in the palace.

He also smiled very well and had a red face.

As soon as I walked, the flesh all over my body was ups and downs, like waves.

Su Dawei then smiled and said, "I haven't seen a mage for a few years, and the mage's cultivation has improved again."

Wuneng was stunned at first, then grabbed a circle of fat on his belly with both hands and laughed: "I have been diligent and diligent, and the fat on the little monk's body has also been diligent."

"The mage was joking."

Su Dawei clasped his fists to him and said, "I heard from my brothers in the county government that the wizard had asked me, but I don't know what happened?"

"Come in and talk."

Wuneng reached out to signal to enter the hall.

He also said to the monk: "Please good tea to Su Langjun."

"yes."

Su Dawei's mouth moved slightly and smiled.

He knew that in this courtyard, he was also very particular about the hospitality. For example, for ordinary guests, monks in the temple would say Amitabha.

If you are a more important guest, you will generally say "tea".

If you meet a more valuable guest, you will say "Give good tea".

Wuneng's small words showed that he attached great importance to Su Dawei.

The two walked into the hall one by one.

The light inside the hall is not as dark as outside.

The sunlight penetrates through the window cracks.

On the floor paved with bluestone, the light and shadow are mottled.

A few rays of setting sun reflected on the belly of the Maitreya Buddha statue in front of them, leaving a light and shadow.

Where the sun shines in the air, there are faint dust flying.

The atmosphere in the whole hall is quiet.

The storm of cigarettes gives people a sense of peace and solemnity.

Wuneng looked back and saw that Zhike Monk had gone far away. He reached out to Su Dawei and signaled: "Su Langjun is here, why not worship Maitreya."

"Master, I believe more."

"But I was speechless."

Wuneng will not mention this matter again.

Instead, he changed his words and said, "I went to the county center to find you this time, which was also the instructor of Master Xuanzang."

"Master Xuanzang's instructions?"

"Yes, at that time, a few of us brothers compiled the words and words of the monks on weekdays and hoped to write them. As a result, the monks passed away and it was not completed until recently. We called it "Biography of the Tripitaka Master of the Great Ci'en Temple in the Great Tang Dynasty."

After a pause, Wuneng put his hands together and said with a smile: "We copied several copies of the book, and one of them is to be handed over to you."

"The mage said I'll leave it to me?"

Su Dawei asked in confusion: "Who do I need to transfer this book to after I give it to?"

"This is not needed, the preface of the monk and student said that this book is given to you."

"Shame, why did Master Xuanzang do this?"

Su Dawei was busy celebrating Wuneng with his fists.
Chapter completed!