After Shunyu took lunch and washed, Chen Zetang also read the file almost everything, so he sent off the idle people, leaving only Cheng Hao and Xu Jing.

He had a slight head, and Shunyu understood it. He thought about it and bowed to Cheng Hao and asked, "Does Lord Cheng still remember that Master Minghai, the abbot of White Horse Temple, six years ago?"

"Minghai? How could I not remember it?" Cheng Hao was a little surprised and pondered: "White Horse Temple is the first ancient temple in our dynasty, a sacred and pure place. Minghai served as the abbot, and he preached all year round, seeking prosperity of the country and the people to live in peace, leading the monks and believers to be harmonious and kind, and caring for Bodhi. Luoyang's prosperity is also an indispensable contribution."

He paused and continued, "But since the death of Qiyunta Niu, Minghai suddenly resigned from the abbot and wandered around the sea. He has never seen him since then."

Shunyu said: "It's a coincidence that everything in the world is written... "She suddenly saw Mr. Chen a little surprised. Is this really a coincidence?

"On the way to Luoyang, he passed by the Bingjing Zen Temple in Xuancheng. There was a Yuankong abbot in it. It was Master Minghai. When he filed this sect case that day, he passed away that night."

"There are such strange things." Cheng Hao's expression changed drastically.

Chen Zetang said lightly: "Don't Lord Cheng know that Minghai sent a memorial to the cabinet on this case, and rejected Tian Qihui, the Minister of Works. In addition to instigating craftsmen to commit crimes with their power, he also committed the crime of greed for ink during the construction of Qiyun Tower Court, proof of hiding the abbot of Jingwu with a thousand taels of silver."

Cheng Hao was silent for a while before shook his head and replied: "The senior official said that Ge Lao Chen had heard a little, but because he had never been the judge, he only knew a few words in detail, so he was inconvenient to say more."

Shunyu obviously didn't believe it, and was a little anxious: "Since the magistrate received the nun report to the case, even the chairman of Minghai from Baima Temple knew the details, and he got in. How could Lord Cheng shirk his responsibility and say he didn't know..."

"Feng Jiu is unreasonable." Chen Zetang interrupted and said to Cheng Hao with a gentle heart: "Mr. Cheng must have his own hidden secret."

"Xie Chenge's elders understood the meaning." Cheng Hao smiled bitterly: "Although the lower official is the prefect of Luoyang, when the nun came to report the case six years ago, Zhou Chencha, the Minister of Justice, inspected this. He wanted to take over the trial of the case in full and ordered us not to speak rashly. The lower official was once the head of the Ministry of Justice in Beijing. He was transferred to Luoyang because he was not used to the style of Zhou Shangshu. He did not expect that he would still be arrogant and arrogant after not seeing him for a few years. In anger, he was at home for several days on the grounds of being sick and was not healthy until his case was settled."

Chen Zetang frowned slightly, and saw Cheng Hao's expression was open-minded. He heard what he said was reasonable. He was not a lie and cunning person. Why did the case file record that the chief judge was Cheng Hao, but he didn't mention Zhou Chen at all? It was really strange.

Shunyu asked again: "I wonder where Jingwu, the Qiyun Tower Academy, is now? There is also the young nun who reported the case back then. The file pointed out that his name was Le Ji, where was it?"

Cheng Hao replied: "Jingwu was ordered to return to secular life because of his misconduct. He had long disappeared. As for the young nun who reported the case, the official ordered someone to go and search for it." Then he called Zhang Feng and explained it, and Zhang Feng agreed and left quickly.

Cheng Hao thought for a moment and ordered the governor Liu Ji to come to the hall: "I once mentioned in your joke that Ming Hai, the abbot of White Horse Temple, had some connection with Jingyun Monk who died of a pillar when he collided with Qiyun Tower Courtyard. Let's talk about it again."

Liu Ji did not dare to hide it, so he hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "I didn't know it either. Six years ago, the officials of the Ministry of Justice inspected this place. There was not enough staff in the mansion, so he suddenly called a dozen young and strong men. Later, the nuns of Qiyunta Court died. The officials of the Ministry of Justice brought people to the trial and had nothing to do. Once, the same rude officials were having a drink in the doorman. He caught a glimpse of the abbot Minghai hurried into the mansion and left hurriedly after an hour."

"The rough official smiled and identified Minghai and Jingyun's sister-in-law who had been killed. They were originally fellow villagers in Panlou Town, Xuancheng County. Before Minghai became a monk, he was a poor scholar who had failed the exam after studying hard in the firefly window. Jingyun's family opened a shop selling pens, ink, paper and inkstone. She often walked around and fell in love with each other. If you don't know that unless you do it, there will be rumors spread all the time. Jingyun's father was furious and asked her to have a family. On the day of marriage, Minghai's scientific examination was defeated again. It can be said that when the house was leaking, it rained again overnight. After great sorrow and grief, he simply saw through the world and became a monk."

"Why did Jingyun become a nun?" Shun Yu couldn't help but interrupt.

Liu Ji looked at her quietly and continued, "That rough man has never been explained in detail. He only mentioned that she was very unhappy after marriage. She was divorced and returned to her parents' home. She was also disobedient by her brother and sister-in-law. Her situation was very embarrassing, and she lost news later. She didn't expect to meet them here by chance."

"Where is the rough official now?" Cheng Hao frowned and asked, as he seemed to notice something vaguely.

"The rude official said he wanted to return to his hometown, and he had been away for two years."

Zhang Feng was panting and lifted the curtain and came in to report: "There are new nuns in Qiyun Tower courtyard. There are only a few nuns who have stayed there six years ago. They are old and dazzled, so they can't tell why."

As the sun approaches, a ray of clouds is coming from the corners of the eaves, making the window lattice yellow.

Chen Zetang knew that the investigation of the case today was the only way to end, so he no longer delayed it. He closed the file and handed it to Shunyu to collect it, lifted the robe and stood up to say goodbye.

Cheng Hao kept having dinner and left, but saw that he had no intention of leaving, so he had to accompany him to see him out of the prefect's door, looking at the guards surrounded by the sedan chair until he was gone by the corner of the street.

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The sedan chair creaked, and the light sunset outside the curtain dyed Shunyu's little mouth red in the gap raised by the evening breeze.

Chen Zetang sat side by side with her. There were many business burdens on both sides of the street, including those selling melon, white peach, water, goose pear, red lotus seeds, chicken head rice, and a large bucket of sand sugar and mung bean soup. If someone wanted to eat it, the bearer picked out ice cubes from the cotton bag and put it in a bowl, scooped the soup and handed it over, watching it relieve the heat.

Chen Zetang wanted to ask Shunyu if he wanted a bowl, but saw her holding her cheeks and holding her fingertips into her palms and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Shunyu had just come back to his senses when he saw the fingertips being raised by the second master and kissed them on his lips. He was inexplicably shy and wanted to pull them back: "Be careful to be seen."

These words seemed to have inexplicably pleased Mr. Chen Er. He chuckled and let go of his hand, and asked again: "What are you thinking?"

Shunyu pursed her lips: "Remembering what you said a few days ago, Minghai and Shilang Tian had no disputes over hatred, but they wrote to him in the court to write a book. Perhaps because he was threatened by someone, he had to do it. And he would rather sit down than tell the truth, so he must have the difficulties of not being able to do it."

"What was the difficulty that Fengjiu felt that he could not do? "Mr. Chen looked at her with deep eyes.
Chapter completed!