Tang Dynasty detective

Chapter 642
"Cang Hai, what's going on?" Di Qing asked in surprise.

Li Canghai didn't speak, his cold eyes swept over everyone in the hall.

In this hall, apart from a group of monks, it was the people brought by Li Canghai.

"Everyone return to where they were before the incident!" Li Canghai said indifferently.

Everyone looked dazed, but they all acted according to Li Canghai's order, and stood back to where they stood before.

Li Canghai glanced at the crowd, and his thoughts returned to the time when the crime happened.

At that time, the Daxiong Palace suddenly fell into darkness, and at that moment, Li Canghai caught a glimpse of a flash of light.

Immediately afterwards, Li Canghai only felt a figure flash in front of him, followed by a muffled groan, and when the light came from outside, Qi Xin had already been stabbed in the abdomen.

Obviously, someone was assassinating him, if Qi Xin hadn't blocked the knife for him, he would be the one lying here.

And the whole process is just a blink of an eye.

It can be seen from this that the murderer must be in the Great Hall of Great Heroes.

He asked everyone to return to where he stood, just to observe who could commit crimes in such a short distance.

Twenty monks are located on both sides of the main hall. They are far away and are unlikely to commit murder.

Qi Xin, Fear Ming, and the old host were standing behind him on the right, and they were separated by several meters, so it seemed unlikely that they would commit the crime.

Qi Xin and Wei Ming saved his life several times, so of course they would not assassinate him.

The old host is old, and it is extremely difficult to walk, let alone commit murder across a distance of several feet.

As for the remaining Di Qing, Lu Jitong was even more unlikely to attack him.

The murderer, like a gust of wind, disappeared in an instant after committing the crime.

Thinking of the wind, Li Canghai suddenly recalled that at the moment when the treasure hall was dark, a gust of wind blew out the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddha.

He hurriedly looked at the ever-burning lamps, which were located around the lotus platform, and there were seven of them.

And within a radius of Zhang Xu of the ever-bright lamp, there was no one standing.

Even Li Canghai, who was the closest to the lantern, was about ten feet away, and being able to blow out the lantern with a strong wind at this distance is enough to show that the murderer has extremely advanced martial arts.

"Master presider, may I ask the monks in your monastery to practice martial arts?" Li Canghai asked.

The old host shook his head sadly, and said in an old voice: "Amitabha, return to the prince, this temple imitates the Shaolin Temple of the Celestial Dynasty, and emphasizes the integration of Zen and martial arts. It is true that there are martial arts, but the number of monks is very small."

"All these monks practice martial arts?" Li Canghai pointed to the monks in the hall with his chin.

The old host shook his head and said: "Today's Unsheltered Conference, in order to prevent accidents, all monks are patrolling the temple, and none of the monks in the temple know martial arts."

"Could there be monks who knew martial arts before entering the temple, but they didn't tell you?" Di Qing interjected.

The old host froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "This...but I don't know."

Li Canghai frowned suddenly. Judging from the murderer's method of attack, the murderer must be a person with excellent martial arts, and his timing was also extremely precise.

Those people in the main hall who could not have committed the murder are also suspected again.

What puzzled Li Canghai the most was how did the murderer grasp the timing so precisely?
Judging from the murderer's method of attack, it is not difficult to see that the murderer has been waiting for the moment when the hall falls into darkness.

In other words, this was a well-planned assassination.

Li Canghai asked everyone to stay in the hall, while he himself came to the gate of the hall.

The Daxiong Palace has three doors and several windows, all of which are hung with bamboo curtains.

These are not unusual at all, but all the bamboo curtains fell at the same time, which is a bit unbelievable.

Li Canghai looked at those bamboo curtains and fell into deep thought.

None of these bamboo curtains were tied up, as if they were just randomly placed on top of the doors and windows.

Li Canghai checked the bamboo curtains, and he found that there was a piece of iron the size of a thumb in the middle of the bamboo curtains of all the doors and windows.

"Strange, why is this bamboo curtain inlaid with iron pieces?" Li Canghai folded his hands on his chest, and after talking to himself for a while, he ordered someone to bring a ladder, and then climbed to the door and window to check.

After a while, he found a small piece of iron on the horizontal axis of the bamboo curtain hanging on the door and window.

After thinking about it, Li Canghai rolled up the bamboo curtain, and found that when the bamboo curtain was rolled up, the small iron block was just able to support the entire bamboo curtain on the horizontal axis.

"I remember that all the bamboo curtains fell after the bell rang. The bell, the iron block, the bamboo curtain..." Li Canghai lowered his head and began to meditate.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he jumped up abruptly.

"I see! The murderer used this method to put down all the bamboo curtains. In this way, the murderer's thoughts are really meticulous!" Li Canghai squinted his eyes and said to himself.

At this moment, Lu Jitong hurried into the hall.

He glanced at the crowd, then walked towards Li Canghai, and then whispered in his ear.

After Li Canghai listened, his expression became serious instantly, and he asked everyone to wait in the hall, and after not allowing anyone to leave, Li Canghai and Lu Jitong turned around and left the Daxiong Hall.

In a vegetable field near the release pond in the backyard, several soldiers stood solemnly, as if they were guarding something, and when they saw Li Canghai approaching, they saluted one after another.

Li Canghai walked straight towards the place guarded by the soldiers, and when he came to the open space, Li Canghai saw a headless corpse.

"Brother Lu, how did you find this corpse?" Li Canghai asked with a frown.

"It wasn't us who found the body, but those two monks." Lu Jitong pointed to two trembling monks not far away and said.

Li Canghai glanced at the trembling monks, ordered someone to bring them over, and asked, "What's going on?"

One of the young monks trembled and said: "My lord, every time there is no cover, the temple will cook a vegetarian meal to support the benefactors. This time, the two young monks came to pick cold leaves, and unexpectedly dug up a corpse."

"My lord, how could someone bury the body in the monastery after the murder?" Lu Jitong asked in bewilderment.

Li Canghai didn't speak, but squatted down directly, and carefully examined the corpse.

"The deceased was male, short in stature, with wrinkled skin, over sixty years old. The time of death should be more than three days. There were no other injuries on his body. It seems that he was beheaded by a sharp weapon." Li Canghai said.

"Could it be that the people who came to offer incense offended the monks in the temple and were killed by the monks in the temple?" Lu Jitong guessed.

Hearing this, the two monks shook their heads and said, "This is impossible! All the monks in the temple are dedicated to the Buddha. They have never had conflicts with pilgrims. It will never be done by people in the temple."

Li Canghai picked up the right hand of the deceased, looked carefully, and suddenly said: "The deceased is a monk, and an old monk at that."

(End of this chapter)