Qiu Wuhen said: "The day before yesterday, when Wang Xiaosi said that he encountered a ghost, he said that he ran for a while before stopping, and that he came with him after seeing a villager. Who is that villager? Can he be found?

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"I can find it. His name is Fatty Feng. He grew up with my brother and the others since childhood. We are friends. He is holding a funeral in front right now. He is probably drunk."

In ancient times, funerals were held as happy events. They were lively and lively. The host should cry when they should, but the people who came to express their condolences should still smile.

Some of them were still laughing, and from time to time the laughter could be heard behind them. They came to the front yard and waved a fat man over, who had just mentioned Fatty Feng.

After the introduction, Fatty Feng was a little nervous. He quickly raised his hands and said, "I've met Mr."

Qiu Wuhen said: "When you came back from chopping firewood the day before yesterday, you met Wang Xiaosi on the road. Is this the case?"

"Yes, he told me that he saw a ghost. I saw that he was so frightened that his face turned pale. I said it was broad daylight and it was not dark yet, where could the ghost come from?"

"But he kept saying yes, and I said, "Follow me," but I didn't believe it. We two grown men would be afraid of it in broad daylight. So he followed me, and went to the place where he left firewood. Who was it?

nothing."

"I also deliberately threw a few rocks into the firewood and pretended to say I saw you and came out quickly, but no one paid attention. Then we picked up firewood and came back."

"I didn't expect that was the last time I saw him. He actually died. He jumped off the cliff and died by himself. I helped to carry his body back, but he was completely broken."

Qiu Wuhen said: "Where was the place where he said he saw the ghost?"

Fatty Feng said: "We are almost at the entrance of the village, under the peach tree."

Under another tree, Qiu Wuhen's heart moved and he immediately said, "Can you take me to see it?"

"Now?"

"Yes, there are so many of us, do we still need to worry?"

"Oh well."

Wang Xiaosi's brother also accompanied him, Fatty Feng also brought a lantern, and Qian Jinzhi took five waiters.

After leaving the village, we walked half a mile and we arrived. Sure enough, it was under a crooked neck tree, just around a corner. You can see it when you turn the corner.

Qiu Wuhen brought a lantern and went to check, and found another footprint on the ground, only half of it.

Since this was the only area where there was some snow-soaked area, he gently touched the footprints with his hand and immediately extracted the footprints.

Then I compared it with what I had in mind, and found that it was actually the pair of shoes Yinchai wore on the day he died. Of course, it was also the footprints that appeared under the tree next to the toilet behind Wang Xiaosi's house.

Qiu Wuhen walked for a while, stopped and looked back at the tree, then walked closer.

Qian Jinzhi didn't know what he was doing and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm imitating the scene when he saw the silver hairpin."

"Then did you find anything?"

Qiu Wuhen waved her over and stayed away from everyone.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "A footprint was also found under this tree. This footprint is also that of Yinchai."

Qian Jinzhi took a breath and looked around nervously. It was pitch black all around. Mainly because they were holding lanterns to block other lights, so it became very dark in the distance.

Qian Jinzhi shuddered. Even though she was highly skilled in martial arts, she still felt scared in front of ghosts.

Qiu Wuhen said: "We still have to visit Yinchai's grave. Did she come back to life? I'm sure she was dead that day."

"Since you are already dead, why did you come back to life?"

"That's what I want to find out."

So they said goodbye to Wang Xiaosi's brother and went down the mountain, returning to the county town.

Yinchai's tomb was buried in a cemetery outside the city, but it was certainly not the mass grave.

Since the carriage and horses stopped on another road, they decided to return to Yeji Temple and cross the cliff from Yeji Temple to go down the mountain.

When they arrived at Yeji Temple, Qiu Wuhen suddenly stopped and said, "There is someone inside the temple."

Qian Jinzhi was stunned for a moment and listened carefully, but didn't hear anything.

The wall was blocked and no one was seen. After a while, he looked at him and said, "How do you know there is someone in the temple?"

Qiu Wuhen pointed to the corner: "Someone peed here just now. It was a man."

Qian Jinzhi took a quick look and saw that there were urine stains at the corner of the wall.

Qian Jinzhi said: "Looking at the water damage, it seems that someone just sprayed it, so why can you tell that there is someone in the temple from this?"

"People are just weird. There are ruins everywhere inside the temple. You can pee anywhere, but this person wants to come outside the temple."

"It can be seen that he subconsciously protects the cleanliness of the temple. He does not want to defecate and urinate in the temple and pollute the Buddha. Therefore, he would rather run farther and urinate outside the temple wall. So I judge that he is a person from the temple."

"Is it that sloppy monk?"

"Maybe, go take a look first, don't disturb him first."

They immediately tiptoed into the temple, and sure enough they saw the only clean Zen room with lights on. The light shone through the window lattice, but the window was closed.

Qian Jinzhi signaled Qiu Wuhen to wait for her at a distance, while she quietly came to the window, gently broke the window lattice and looked inside.

After looking at it for a moment, Qian Jinzhi shook his head and waved Qiu Wuhen over. Qiu Wuhen looked in through the window, but there was no one inside.

However, there was an oil lamp on the table, and a piece of paper and a pen under the lamp. It seemed that someone was preparing to write something here, but the room was empty and there was nothing.

Qiu Wuhen said: "Go in and take a look."

This time, there was no need to tiptoe. Instead, he shouted loudly: "Master, are you there? I am Qiu Wuhen, the famous criminal master of the county government. We have met before."

"If you are here, can we meet? I have something to ask you about the recent series of suicides."

But no one answered. Qian Jinzhi smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't he called a deaf-mute monk? You may not be able to hear him when you call him that."

"I have heard him talk to me, and his answers are fluent. He is not deaf or dumb at all."

Qiu Wuhen said and walked into the room. It was clear at a glance that there was no one in the room.

Qiu Wuhen lay on his stomach and looked under the bed. He was worried that someone was lying under the bed. The bed was left in place after the two of them took their fingerprints. But at the moment, there was no one under the bed.

Qiu Wuhen shook his head helplessly and said to Qian Jinzhi: "This master is really like a dragon that sees the beginning but never the end. Forget it, he doesn't want to see us, so there is no chance. Let's go."

They left Yeji Temple all the way, and when they passed the cliff, Qiu Wuhen suddenly stopped and looked down.

This startled Qian Jinzhi, and she subconsciously reached out and grabbed his hand. Qiu Wuhen turned to look at her and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid you'll jump suddenly. Last time Wang Xiaosi jumped directly without any warning. You won't follow him like this, right?"

"Yes, some people say that anyone who has seen the deaf-mute monk will die. I have seen it and even talked to him. But death is inevitable for everyone. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. It doesn't matter."

"You should be open-minded and leave as soon as possible. The wind is quite strong. Be careful of blowing us down directly."

Then he walked along the path to the other end.

The other people followed and went all the way down the mountain without encountering anything else.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we came all the way to the city gate. It was almost dawn. Qian Jinzhi showed his identity and stuffed another ingot of silver. The city guard opened the city gate with a smile.

After all, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and there are no major traffic roads in small counties where the city is so tightly jammed.

After entering the city, they went straight to Yinchai's house. It was just dawn when they arrived at her door.

Qian Jinzhi went up to knock on the door, and soon Yinchai's father came out yawning. When he opened the door and saw Qiu Wuhen and the others, he immediately stepped forward and saluted, and asked with some worry: "Mr. Qiu, are you okay?

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"Of course there is something. We need to inspect your daughter's grave. Why don't you bother with it specifically? But we need to ask for your consent."

"Ah, this person has just been buried and needs to be dug up again? We don't know how to open the coffin. Besides, we have to ask the monks and Taoists to recite the sutras again and choose an auspicious day."

"And my daughter has just been buried. If we dig it up again, will her soul be unable to live in peace in heaven?"

Qian Jinzhi took out another ingot of silver and put it in his hand and said, "She should feel at ease now, right?"

Money can make all the difference. In fact, his father really didn't want to blackmail him, he just thought it was too troublesome. But Qiu Wuhen was from the Yamen, so he didn't dare to confront him openly. He was looking for excuses to see if he could

discuss.

Unexpectedly, he received a piece of silver. His family was not rich. This piece of silver was equal to the income of the first half of the year. There was no reason to be unhappy, so he hurriedly agreed.

With this ingot of silver, it’s not a big deal to reopen the coffin and bury it. It’s just a matter of paying a small fortune to hire a Taoist priest to build a new dojo. Cheap Taoist priests can be found all over the street.

Yinchai's father returned to the house and talked to his wife before coming out. Qian Jinzhi asked him to pull a horse and ride out of the city with them.

They first went to the coffin shop and asked two waiters to help open the coffin and conduct an autopsy. The waiters hired a car and rode out of the city.

After leaving the city under the guidance of Yinchai's father, they soon arrived at the cemetery. Qiu Wuhen was about to step forward, but there was an old nun sitting there, sitting cross-legged in front of the tomb and chanting sutras.

Qiu Wuhen looked familiar from a distance. He took a closer look and couldn't help but said happily: "It's you, Master Yinling, why are you here."

Master Yin Ling smiled and nodded when she saw him, but she didn't immediately stand up to meet him. She was still quietly reciting the sutra.

It wasn't until she finished reading this passage that she stood up staggeringly, cupped her hands and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Qiu. You're fine."

"Aren't you practicing over there at the Graveyard? Why are you here again?"

"Whenever there is a newly buried tomb, I will come and recite the scriptures for several days to save the souls of the dead. At the same time, I will meditate and gain enlightenment through the scriptures of the souls of the dead."
Chapter completed!