Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 26
Zhan Zhao didn't say a word, and after a short while stretched out his hand into his bosom, Hong Luan felt a flash of fire in front of his eyes, and when he looked again, it was Zhan Zhao who lit the fire.

Zhan Zhao held up the Huozhezi and said, "Just look at what's on the beam."

Hongluan smiled and said, "Master Zhan, let me help you."

While speaking, he blew upwards lightly, strange to say, the flame was floating on the top of the fire fold, originally only the size of a peanut, after Hong Luan blew it, it scattered into more than ten or twenty sparks, slowly Scattered on the top of the house, like the most shining stars, it illuminates the room thoroughly.

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "I forgot again, there is a master Xihualiu here, this Huozhezi shouldn't have come out to make a fool of himself."

While speaking, he looked up at Daliang, and suddenly took a deep breath.

But seeing above the girder, as Hong Luan said, green rhizomes sprouted, and two fist-sized flower buds at the top were bright red in color, and the petals on the outer wall fluttered slightly, as if they were about to open at any time.

It is not surprising that some side things grow on the wood. The most common ones are long worms and moths, followed by some fungus mushrooms. I personally think that they cannot be eaten. Of course, if you want to eat them, you can’t deprive yourself of the opportunity to try them. ——But most of them are wet and rotten wood. Green flowers with red stems suddenly grow on the beams that are being hewn flat. I have never seen it, at least I have seen it in my dreams.

Zhan Zhao and Hong Luan's views were roughly the same as mine. They both felt weird and didn't know what to say for a while, just staring at the two buds in a daze.

The flower bud on the right side suddenly made a big movement—after all, even twins are born in sequence—obviously, the flower bud on the right side is about to bloom.

The blooming action is only in an instant, it seems that it is just a blink of an eye, and the petals that were originally closed and inward stretched around, revealing the heart.

When the flower is in full bloom, it looks like a peony. What's more, the stamens are shaped like fine hair, densely clustered, and can be counted in thousands.Zhan Zhao felt that his lips were dry, he stretched out his fingers to the stamens, before he could open his mouth, he saw the stamens falling down one after another, and new stamens grew out of the stamens.After a while, the new stamens are scattered, and the renewed stamens are born again, falling and reborn, born and falling again, it seems to be endless.For a while, I saw countless fine hair stamens floating in the air, covering all parts of the room with a thin layer in a short time.Hongluan leaned over and picked up a strand: "Master Zhan, it's hair."

Zhan Zhao nodded, at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the courtyard, and someone asked in panic, "Master, why are there lights in the west wing?"

Hongluan said anxiously: "Oops, they found out."

Zhan Zhao said indifferently: "It's fine if they find out, they know much more about what happened here than we do."

Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his voice: "Little Master, I am a traveler who lived here before."

There was a snort from outside, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.Someone pushed the door open and said, "My benefactor, why did you sneak into the temple in the middle of the night? Your hair..."

The little master originally came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but he was dumbfounded in the middle of the sentence - don't laugh at him, if it were you, seeing hair falling like rain in mid-air, you probably wouldn't be able to calm down.

The monk stood on the ground with his eyes straight, suddenly he felt a strong force coming from behind, and he was pushed staggeringly.When Hongluan looked up, he was an older monk with a strong bow, he should be the abbot of Qingquan Temple mentioned by Zhan Zhao.

The abbot looked up at the beam, his dry lips moved slightly, and fear appeared in his eyes.Zhan Zhao stared at him coldly for a long time, and said, "Abbot, did anything happen in Qingquan Temple?"

The abbot was shocked all over, he raised his head to meet Zhan Zhao's gaze, he felt it was as sharp as a knife, but he didn't feel frightened, so he avoided looking, and forced himself to calm down, "I don't understand what the benefactor is talking about."

Zhan Zhao's face was covered with a thin layer of anger: "At first, I suspected that a woman was hidden in Qingquan Temple... What do you explain what you see now?"

The abbot kept silent, and suddenly raised his hand with a cry of pain.Zhan Zhao smelled burnt smell at the end of his nose, and when he looked at it intently, a strand of hair fell on the abbot's hand, burning a bloodstain on the back of the abbot's hand.Hongluan sneered and said: "You are still stubborn. If this hair falls on others, it will be fine, but if it falls on you, it will give you a hard time. What have you done to your heart, you dare not say it? It is useless to desecrate the pure place of Buddhism. .”

The abbot's face was pale, and his body trembled violently like the only remaining leaves on a branch in the autumn wind. He knew that the hair was harmful to him, but he didn't move an inch. After a while, his face, head, and hands were burned out. Several scars.The monk hurried forward to push the abbot and said, "Master, get out of here quickly."

No matter how hard he tried, the abbot would not move as if he had been immobilized.Hongluan snorted and said: "What are you pretending to be here now, what have you done..."

Suddenly I heard Zhan Zhao say: "Another flower is also blooming."

Hong Luan gasped, and when she looked up, another flower really bloomed, but the stamen was different from before, it seemed to be a piece of green.Hong Luan felt a flash of green light, something fell, and was about to reach out to catch it, Zhan Zhao stepped forward, raised his hand to catch it, and handed it to Hong Luan, saying: "It's a jade hairpin."

Hearing what Zhan Zhao said, the abbot suddenly raised his head, his eyes were about to bleed, and hissed, "Is it a hairpin? Is there a word on the hairpin?"

Hongluan raised the hairpin for a closer look, and said: "It's engraved, but I can't see it clearly, Mrs. Wang... Fragrant..." Just as he was about to identify it carefully, he suddenly heard a different sound from the wind, and the abbot went crazy Pounce over.Around Zhan Zhao stretched out his arms, the abbot lost his center of gravity and fell face down on the ground. Even so, he snatched the hairpin from Hong Luan's hand.

Hongluan was taken aback, her heart pounding.Seeing that Hongluan was fine, Zhan Zhao felt relieved, turned to look at the abbot and said, "Are you still refusing to tell me what happened in the temple?"

The abbot was still lying on the ground, but he didn't intend to get up.

Zhan Zhao suddenly had an ominous premonition, rushed forward quickly, turned the abbot's body over, and felt a huge shock in his heart: above the abbot's throat, the jade hairpin just now was sticking out impressively.The place where the hosta is inserted is already bright red.

The monk in the monastery didn't watch out for such a huge change in a short while, he was actually frightened.Hongluan rushed forward and wanted to pull out the hairpin, but Zhan Zhao blocked it with his arms, and said in a deep voice: "I can't pull it out, once I pull it out, I will die immediately."

When I looked down at the abbot, I saw a relieved expression on the abbot's face, and his lips moved, as if he was saying something.Zhan Zhao's heart moved, and he put his ear to the abbot's lips, and he heard the intermittent voice: "It's because we have evil thoughts in our hearts... fearing that outsiders will find out, we poisoned and dumbed her, and then shaved her hair, trying to mistake her for a monk... Unexpectedly She hanged herself that night, her hair went to nowhere, not a single hair was left... Did that hair get into the girder..." The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand to detect his breath, his heart sank, and he shook his head at Hongluan.Hongluan bit her lip, pointed at the abbot, and said, "His eyes...he was looking at Daliang until his death."

Zhan Zhao got up slumped, and walked slowly to the courtyard.Hongluan stayed for a moment, then chased after her, and was about to say something when she heard Zhan Zhao say, "How many of the characters on the jade hairpin can you make out?"

Hongluan shook her head and said, "Wang's... Fragrance, I can't recognize the others... Maybe the local government can ask if there are any young women from the Wang family who are famous for their fragrance and have disappeared in the past few decades."

Zhan Zhao sighed: "That's the only way. The abbot is dead, and the monk is still young, so he may not know about the past events in the temple. If the woman is not a local citizen, but a family member of a merchant who is traveling, then there is no way to find out. Where is she from? She must not be traveling alone, what happened in Qingquan Temple that day, whether other people were killed, and whether the perpetrator was the abbot alone or another accomplice, alas..."

At first, Hongluan only thought that the monk in the temple might have killed a woman when he saw the sex, but he never thought of other possibilities, now when he heard Zhan Zhao say this, his heart sank.Because I thought: Mr. Zhan wants to open the eyes of the wronged person, but now it is like this, the old case is old, and there is no proof of death, but how to investigate it, how to get rid of it?Fortunately, this daughter of the Wang family met Mr. Zhan, and the grievances of the past surfaced, and the abbot asked the abbot to pay for it with his life. However, how many grievances in this world are silently suppressed, and after many years, they have been reduced to mud, and there is no chance for people to know nothing?
Thinking about it this way, I felt a void in my heart, and even the silvery white in the midair seemed infinitely lonely and desolate.

(End of this chapter)