The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Because of her son's bad news, the woman became emotional, but she was stuck in her throat and couldn't speak. In an instant, her pale face flushed red, as if someone was strangling her neck.

"Sister-in-law, how are you?" The county magistrate sighed inwardly, but the situation of the woman at the moment was not realistic at all, so she could only feel apologetic.

The woman's eyes were wide open, her face was stiff and trembling, and she stretched out her fingers to point at Xuanci.

The eyes of everyone looking at Xuan Ci became more and more strange.

Under such circumstances, Xuanci still maintained the demeanor of an eminent monk, and actually stepped forward and folded his hands to the woman and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, does the female donor have something to say to the poor monk? Don't worry, the female donor, as long as it kills you The son's murderer is from the temple, and the poor monk, as the temporary abbot, will definitely be severely punished!"

The woman's lips trembled, as if she was about to say something, but suddenly her body froze, and her outstretched hand was unable to put it down.

"Sister-in-law!"

The woman was lying on the bed with her eyes open, and she was out of breath.

The county lieutenant and others watched the dying woman in silence, while the monks chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

"Auntie, Auntie, wake up-" the little maid cried beside the woman.

The woman did not say anything about the murderer herself, which seemed to put the case in trouble for a while.

The county lieutenant looked at Xuanci deeply.

"Amitabha, if your lord needs any help, the poor monk will definitely lead the monks of the whole temple to cooperate." Xuanci said with a calm face. Obviously, although the woman pointed at him just now, it did not make him feel panic.

This is not surprising, Xuanci is the temporary abbot. If there is no conclusive evidence and he is determined to be the murderer, the county magistrates and these people don't want to go out of the door of Lingwu Temple.

The Lingwu Temple, where the incense has flourished for nearly twenty years, has long been a ferocious tiger entrenched on one side, and an extraordinary hunter can shake it.

"Go and invite the people outside the temple gate to come in, and this official will ask questions again." The county captain looked very calm and ordered Zhao to catch the head.

Soon a group of people rushed in, filling the courtyard where the case was being asked in an instant.

The night has never been able to stop the enthusiasm of the people to watch the lively, not to mention the twists and turns of the lively this time. First, the Li family from the next town came to pick up the corpse, and then picked up the young master of the Liujia cloth shop in the town. Now Liu Sheng's mother is still being arrested. people cut.

Missing such a lively, I regret it for 30 years!

"The villagers are invited to come in because Liu Sheng's mother was also seriously injured and died. The two lives are at stake. This officer wants to ask the villagers something more." middle.

Soon his men pointed out a man from the crowd and called him in.

The man was very inexplicable: "Master Chai, Xiaomin lives in the west end of the town, and Liu Sheng is a nodding friendship, and he doesn't know anything."

"If you tell me to go in, just go in, there's so much nonsense!"

As soon as the people in the yamen acted arrogantly, the little people naturally became honest and walked into the room uneasy.

After several people went in one after another, Jiang Zhan wondered, "Why do I think they randomly let people in?"

"What I want is randomness." Jiang Si stared at the door of the room and said softly.

The woman's finger Xuanci was very suspicious just now, but he was the temporary abbot, and the woman's finger alone was not enough to convict him. At this time, the county magistrate needed more information to kill him.

However, it is not easy to ask such a person who has a great position in Qingniu Town, and it is not easy to ask what the people say. This kind of questioning without rules is to make the people who are questioned feel at ease.

As the night got darker, the strings of lanterns under the eaves of the porch exuded a soft light. The cool summer night was more comfortable than the daytime, but the mosquitoes were annoying, and from time to time the sound of slapping mosquitoes could be heard from the crowd.

The door was finally pushed open, and the county lieutenant strode out.

There was exhaustion in his eyebrows, but his eyes were clear.

Immediately, the yamen moved a chair and placed it in the courtyard. The county magistrate sat down and slowly glanced around at the crowd. He shouted at the county magistrate, "Xuanci, you still don't plead guilty?"

Xuanci was not in a hurry or panic: "Amitabha, what's wrong with the poor monk?"

All the monks stared at the county captain, eyeing the tiger,

The crowd was even more riotous.

These people who came in later did not know that the woman pointed at Xuanci.

The county commander raised his voice, "Liu Sheng's mother pointed at you before she died. Could it be that Master Xuanci wants to deny it?"

"The poor monk does not deny it."

"Have you forgotten that this official asked Liu Sheng's mother to point out the murderer of her son, so she pointed her finger at you, as everyone saw it just now."

Xuanci smiled lightly: "She pointed to the poor monk because she didn't know who the murderer was, so she naturally wanted to ask the poor monk who was the temporary abbot for an explanation."

"Then why did the monk you sent to protect Liu Sheng's mother attack her?"

Xuanci looked at Sijie.

Because of the words of the little maid who served Liu Sheng's mother earlier, Sijie had been quietly surrounded by several yamen, and at this time, she looked straight at Xuanci with a pale face.

Xuanci sighed deeply: "Sijie, you are so disappointed by the teacher! The teacher ordered you to invite Liu Sheng's mother, why would you hurt someone?"

Si Jie was shocked, his lips trembling for a long time, and he knelt on the ground: "Liu Sheng... Liu Sheng was killed by the disciple, the master sent the disciple to invite Liu Sheng's mother, the disciple was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he just kept doing it. —"

The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into exclamations, apparently hearing the killing of the monks in the temple was beyond their imagination.

"Why did you kill Liu Sheng?"

"I—" Sijie's eyes rolled straight, and his left hand quickly turned the Buddha beads, "He ran into the back mountain to sneak around, and the poor monk thought he was stealing and drove him away, but he beat and scolded the poor monk for a while. Impulsively killed him with the wrong hand, seeing that the big mistake had been made and pushed him into the well--"

"Papapa." The crisp applause sounded, and the county magistrate's face darkened slightly, "I didn't expect monks to tell a lie so much."

He suddenly looked at the four seas: "Which hand does Sijie use to eat?"

"Left hand." Under the tension, Si Hai blurted out, and then touched his bald head in annoyance.

"This official saw that Si Jie's left hand was always used to rotate the Buddha beads, and if you add the four seas, it is enough to prove that Si Jie is left-handed, right?"

"Yes, so what?" Sijie looked at Xuanci for help, but Xuanci was indifferent.

"Wow!"

Soon Zuzuo stepped forward and bent over: "The murderer stuck the deceased's neck from behind, and the finger marks between the deceased's neck were deep on the right and shallow on the left, which proves that the murderer was right-handed."

"The murderer is right-handed, and Sijie is left-handed, which shows that the murderer is someone else. And Sijie would rather admit that he is the murderer and also protect the person, who must have been clear?" The county magistrate stared at Xuanci. , asked word by word.

Probably a monk's habit, Xuanci also rubbed the Buddha beads, and asked with a calm face: "What's the motive? Just like the lord said earlier that Jiang Er had no motive, so we ruled out his suspicion for the time being, and asked the poor monk to harm a common man as the temporary abbot. What is the motive of the pilgrims?"

"Motivation? You have it!"