Jing Wan'er stared at the little monk, saying word by word: "Your fellow disciple Hui Gen died right under this wooden fish. The blood flowing on top is also his."

  A vast expanse of eerie blue light. If there's anything that can make the dead speak, it would be these lingering traces in the mortal world, refusing to close their eyes in death.

  It is utterly ironic for a monk who chants scriptures and worships Buddha every day to die under his beloved wooden fish drum.

  The wooden fish is so cold and hard, the wise root has really died in vain and cannot be reincarnated.

  That little monk's face turned pale, staring blankly at the strange phenomenon on the wooden fish.

  What is heard is often false, what is seen is true.

  Jing Wanner looked at Pei Tan, the reason why she didn't insist on letting this little monk go out just now was to keep a witness, let this little monk spread what he saw, which is far better than their own words.

  The two of them wrapped up the wooden fish again and took it out of the kitchen.

  Shen Xingwen heard this and couldn't help but praise: "Qingniang's skills are truly remarkable, even Shen Mou can't compare to her."

  He is also good at autopsy, and even he can't come up with a way to make bloodstains visible.

  Jing Wan'er was speechless.

  Shen Xing's eyes sparkled with interest.

  This is the Huguo Temple. When such a thing happened, panic arose and these monks finally knew that their beloved Buddha could not protect them all day long.

  With Xiao Hei's words, the unbelievable reaction on Muyu spread like wind throughout Qinglong Temple.

  The arrow has been shot and cannot be retrieved. Now is the most difficult time for the Grand Temple.

  "Wan'er had heard a saying before, that when you want to destroy someone, you should destroy the thing they believe in most. That person will be completely dead. Living like this is also being soulless, a walking corpse."

  Just as Pei Tan was about to say something, a young monk with a clean and pure appearance appeared, standing in the courtyard with a faint smile, looking at them: "Your Highness"

  "Please invite Lord Pei to come over."

  At this time, what can be done by seeing them? Pei Tan looked at that little Sha Mi.

  Arriving there, the four rooms were quiet and elegant. Pei Tan subconsciously bowed his head: "Your subordinate has seen Your Highness."

  Jing Wan'er found that today's Chang Le Wang had no such strong fragrance on his body, only a faint scent of having taken a bath.

  Li Xiuzhi looked at them: "Don't investigate any further." The first sentence made Pei Tan and Jing Wanyan stunned for a moment.

  Pei Tan's eyes moved slightly: "Wang Ye?"

  Li Xiuzhi put her hands in her sleeves, "This matter is further investigated and hurt the bones, that little monk was just an accidental death, so the investigation of the Dalisi Temple will stop here."

  "Prince Wang, this case involves a murder weapon; it's a homicide, not an accidental death."

  Li Xiuzhi looked at him and said, "If I say it's an accident, then it's an accident."

  Li Xiuzhi's body basically has no air of the current royal family, but when he says this sentence, it really makes people raise their heads and feel a kind of coldness.

  Pai Dian's eyes moved involuntarily.

  Jing Wan'er had always played the role of a quiet maid, and at this moment when the murderer should have been the most impatient, it was unexpectedly Prince Chang Le who stopped them.

  Pei Tan said: "Your Highness, the Supreme Court has accepted the case of Qinglong Temple and there is no precedent for stopping the investigation in the Supreme Court itself."

  Li Xiuzhi's gaze fell on Pei Tan, his voice without much fluctuation: "I will send a letter back to Chang'an at noon today and explain the situation here. Pei Temple Master, you have less than two hours left." This was no longer a threat.

  Pei Tan looked at Li Xiuzhi slowly, and the words had already been said to this extent. Whether he answered or not seemed to make no difference to Li Xiuzhi anymore.

  "Pei Siqing, do you know what you're doing?" Li Xiuzhi stared at him intently.

  He slowly said:

  "No matter if there are gods in this world or not, we mortals should not be too arrogant. Even thinking that we can profane at will,"

  "There will be retribution."

  Pei Tan looked at Prince Chang Le silently for a moment. For some reason, he understood what the prince meant by these words.

  The current panic in Qinglong Temple is closely related to Dali Temple.

  Jing Wan'er raised her head and saw the pale face of Prince Chang Le in front of her, without a single trace of blood. The causality of this world is extremely mysterious, sometimes the Buddha that people believe in their hearts is a kind of power that cannot be explained in the dark.

  It's like why some people walking on the road get hit and killed by fruits falling from trees.

  "Pei certain did not disturb Wang Ye's rest and took his leave first." Pei Tan stood up, his eyes cast downward as he was about to leave.

  Behind him, Li Xiuzhi said quietly: "Pei Siqing, I know what you're thinking."

  Pei Tan paused for a moment, his eyes gazing at Prince Chang Le with an inexplicable look.

  Li Xiuzhi's gaze was fixed, but it gave people a feeling that he wasn't looking at Pei Tan, but rather spacing out. "Still the same words, regarding this murder case, my hands are absolutely clean."

  Clean, means never stained with blood.

  Pei Tan's heart was indeed a little disturbed. He slowly bowed to the Prince of Chang Le and turned around, taking Jing Wanyan away with him.

  As soon as he walked out of Li Xiuzhi's yard, Pei Tan subconsciously stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the somewhat desolate empty yard.

  "Has the master been shaken?" Jing Wanyi looked up at him, "The blow to the back of Hui Gen's head was severe, a woman wouldn't have that kind of strength."

  The murderer can almost be locked down to Prince Chang Le.

  Pei Tan's eyes paused for a moment, "What I don't understand the most is the motive." The king had no motive to kill Hui Gen.

  In a murder case, apart from evidence, motive is extremely crucial. If the motive for something cannot be established, it's almost more likely to cause the case to go cold than having no evidence at all.

  Jing Wan'er said slowly: "Wang Ye is cultivating in the temple, but he has an affair with a woman, and he wants to destroy Hui Gen's voice."

  "Look at King Wang, will he care about reputation because of a woman?"

  Jing Wan'er was taken aback by the question.

  Perhaps she is a woman who doesn't understand the mind of men, especially those in positions like that of Prince Chang Le.

  But she remembered that in Chang'an City, Teng Wang's family was originally famous for being a notorious playboy.

  Jing Wan'er also fell silent: "But what about that wound."

  Unless it's a woman who is stronger than a man.

  "Let's go back first."

  A gentle breeze passes through the forest, and the Qinglong Temple is even more serene than before. There's even a hint of eerie stillness that sends shivers down one's spine.

  The two returned to Pei Tan's courtyard.

  "The prince originally had suspicions, and at this time, he stopped the adults from investigating." Who would willingly put suspicion on themselves like that.

  So Li Xiujie's every move would be so suspicious because it was abnormal from the start.

  Pei Tan had never acknowledged Jing Yuanyuan's suspicion, rather he was even more cautious.

  In investigating the truth, caution is more valuable than intelligence, because intelligence cannot save a life, but caution can.

  Jing Wan'er didn't say a word, as if she was also thinking about something.

  Two people were silent in the room, and suddenly they heard a mournful chanting voice outside. At this time, all the monks of Qinglong Temple should have known about the wooden fish incident. They listened quietly for a while, and the last time was the death of Hui Gen, which made people's hearts even more sorrowful.

  "There is at least one thing that perhaps you can understand," she said. "The prince stayed in the temple and didn't return to Chang'an, not for us, but for that woman."

  Pei Tan looked at Jing Wanyan's face, in a few more years, when the girl blossoms again, she will surely be a stunning beauty that can topple cities and overturn rivers, but for now, she still doesn't quite reach that level.

  In that grand palace, there were also some beauties who would never appear again, just like they had died.

  "Before, in the palace, I heard that Changle Wang once stayed in the rear palace for two months. The rear palace here is not Zhong Zong's rear palace, but those cold palaces that have been deserted for a long time. People living there are all undead ghosts."

  Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan, wanting to say something, but hesitated a little.

  "What's wrong?" Pei Tan asked softly.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes sparkled, "Actually, there is still a way out. As long as the adults can clear up this case within three days, once the case is closed, no matter how many letters Wang Ye writes, it will be useless."

  Three days and three nights, Dalí Temple's head this time is not only hanging with a sword, but also chasing horses behind.

  Also don't know if it's intentional, just looking at the outside sky getting more and more oppressive.

  That clean and tidy little monk came again, with a gentle expression: "His Highness King Chang Le let the monk come to ask Temple Minister Pei, has the minister considered the matter he mentioned?"

  "Please inform His Highness that if the Emperor truly issues an edict to no longer investigate this case, the Grand Justice Temple will certainly follow and act accordingly."

  The meaning of this sentence is still unclear. Xia Shami's eyes were clear and bright, and he smiled slightly: "Xiaoseng will definitely inform the king."

  This thoroughly offended Prince Yongle. Every case in the Imperial Court seemed to offend a powerful noble of the current dynasty.

  That night, Pei Tan stood in front of the window for a long time: "You know that for someone like His Majesty, being on the throne for one day, unless he usurped it, what he fears most is..."

  Jing Wan'er was slightly startled by Pei Tan's directness. But after looking at him for a long time, she still carefully replied: "Is the minister leaving his post?"

  A king who is not supported by his ministers is basically a nominal puppet.

  Pei Tan's eyes were dim: "What you said is half right. For an emperor, how can he ensure that he will be supported?"

  Jing Wan'er couldn't answer.

  "Looking at the girl, Pei Tan said: 'You only need to know why emperors of past dynasties were called Sons of Heaven, and you'll understand.'"

  Jing Wan'er was struck once. She certainly knew what the Son of Heaven meant. The Eastern Han Dynasty's "Bai Hu Tong De Lun" says that the king is the father of heaven and the mother of earth, and is also the son of heaven.

  The Son of Heaven can unify all people with his own power because they are willing to submit, not to a person, but to the will of heaven.

  "What Master Wang said today is exactly what he meant."

  Jing Wan'er lowered her head.

  She knew what that panic in her heart was, and why her subconscious thought this case was tricky. It wasn't because the murderer was so clever at manipulating things from behind the scenes, but because they were facing a "god".

  An ordinary person, no matter how clever, cannot resist a powerful god.