Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Chapter 721: Tough Case-Solving Methods

"Everyone be quiet!"

"A headless body was found in the back garden. His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin has come personally to investigate. Please sit down properly and wait to answer His Royal Highness's questions. No whispering or talking is allowed!"

The monk Jingkong shouted angrily to scare these bald donkeys.

The bald donkeys were so frightened that they were trembling with fear and dared not even speak a word.

But there were still a few brave ones in the crowd. Although they were scolded, they did not show any fear. Instead, they looked disdainful, turned their heads to the side, and did not even look at Jingkong.

Li Cunxi looked around and found a few bald donkeys who were not afraid at all.

"If I'm not mistaken, among these people, there should be spies from the Internal Guard and the Snake Spirit."

While he was still thinking, Wu Yanhao suddenly poked Li Cunxi from behind.

"Cunxi."

"There's something strange going on. There are some issues with some of the monks."

"What's wrong?"

"Since ancient times, countless people have been in awe of the emperor. Let alone seeing someone like you, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, even seeing me would make them kneel and kowtow, not daring to raise their heads."

"That makes some sense. And then?"

"But in this main hall, there are actually four monks who dare to look up at us unscrupulously."

After Wu Yanhao finished speaking, he pointed out the locations of the four monks.

Li Cunxi took a quick look and saw that they were indeed four bald monks who were different from the other monks.

The eyes of these people are different from those of other bald men.

"interesting."

"Abbot, look, there are a few kind-looking monks over there."

Li Cunxi pulled the abbot over and pointed out the locations of the four monks.

"Bring those monks out. I feel like there's something special about these four of them. They're probably the best among the monks in this temple. A murder has occurred here, so there should be people chanting sutras to pray for the deceased."

"This king feels that these four are sufficient."

The old monk immediately looked at the four monks and said:

"The Dharma is powerful, the Lotus Dharma is strong, the Dharma is solemn, and the Dharma is sincere."

"You four are among the best at chanting in Sanskrit. The deceased in the back garden needs you four to chant a mantra for the afterlife."

"You guys come with us now."

Fahua, Fayan and Facheng were all stunned for a moment.

Outsiders don't know the level of these three people, but could it be that the abbot himself doesn't know it?

Apart from Fa Neng who could chant sutras in Sanskrit with ease, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the other three were mediocre.

They were all originally from the inner guards, and they came here just to guard Yuan Tiangang in the dungeon. Apart from the Dharma masters, who else would be willing to learn to be a monk sincerely?

"Why don't you come over?" the abbot urged.

"Yes."

Fahua agreed reluctantly and led his brothers out.

Li Cunxi fell behind and warned George Han:

"General Han, after we leave, you must keep a close watch on this place. Don't let even one person leave."

"Similarly, not even one person is allowed to enter."

George Han clasped his fists and said, “Don’t worry, Your Majesty. I will definitely obey Your Majesty’s orders.”

Li Cunxi and others left the main hall, looked around, and then went straight to the nearby Galanyuan.

Everyone didn't understand what it meant and could only follow.

"I've often heard that many years ago, this place was called White Horse Temple."

"Ever since the great monk Jimarajiva of the Eastern Jin Dynasty translated Buddhist scriptures in the White Horse Temple, this place has become the center of Buddhism in the Central Plains."

"Master Abbot, what I said is correct, isn't it?"

As Li Cunxi walked, he talked about the past of Hanguang Temple.

The abbot followed beside them, feeling deeply moved.

"With the constant wars over the past hundred years, there are very few adults who can remember the past of our Hanguang Temple."

"I never thought that His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin, at such a young age, would already know about the past of my Hanguang Temple."

"Your Highness the Prince of Qin is absolutely right. Ever since the great monk translated the Buddhist scriptures, this Hanguang Temple has flourished. Even in times of war, there are still devout believers burning incense and worshipping the Buddha."

Li Cunxi hummed and continued:

"But such a horrific crime actually occurred in such a holy place under the feet of the emperor."

"We need to solve the case quickly. If Your Majesty arrives before the Bell and Drum Tower and the Weituo Hall, we will not be able to solve the case, and Your Majesty's safety will be in jeopardy."

"And this place will probably be burned down by then."

The abbot stopped and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Your Highness the Prince of Qin, do you want to burn this place down?"

"For the safety of His Majesty, a mere temple will be destroyed."

Li Cunxi didn't care and just kept moving forward.

The Buddhist halls in the Garanyuan were illuminated by the light of torches. Although they were far away, the calligraphy and paintings on them could be vaguely seen.

After walking a dozen steps and no longer hearing any sound from the main hall, Li Cunxi stopped with a smile.

"Four young monks, please recite the Diamond Sutra in Sanskrit."

"If anyone can't read it, Ma Rong, you can chop off their head with a knife."

Ma Rong, who had been silent all this time, took a deep breath, and a morbid fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

Since following Li Cunxi back to Luoyang, he hasn't chopped off anyone's head for more than half a year.

Now I am itching to do it. I just hope these monks can’t recite it so that I can chop off a few more heads.

The abbot seemed to understand something and stopped the anxious monk Jingkong. Then he put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name towards Li Cunxi.

"Amitabha."

"Although the monks in my temple are very dull, they can naturally recite the Diamond Sutra in Sanskrit."

"If there is a monk who cannot recite the Diamond Sutra in Sanskrit, then he is most likely the monk who was replaced."

Ma Rong drew out his sword and stared at Faneng.

"Hey, monk, you go first."

The corners of Fa Neng's mouth twitched, his hands clasped together, and his eyes gradually closed, as if he was about to start chanting.

Unfortunately, he stopped for a long time and couldn't remember how to recite the Diamond Sutra in Sanskrit.

"It seems that the first person with a problem has already revealed his true identity. Master Abbot, what do you think?" Wu Yanhao said, gathering his sleeves.

"How could there be unqualified monks in my temple?" The abbot closed his eyes, unwilling to watch the ensuing killing.

Ma Rong immediately swung his knife and chopped Faneng's neck.

At the critical moment, Faneng suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand formed a claw shape, grabbing the blade of the single sword.

Judging from the rigid posture of the opponent, he might be trying to snatch the sword with his bare hands.

But Faneng really thought highly of himself. He flashed by with a single sword wrapped in cold mist, first cutting off half of Faneng's palm, and then slashing across Faneng's neck.

The sticky hot blood spurted out of the neck cavity. Ma Rong was quick-witted and kicked the body more than ten meters away, with blood spilling all over the ground.

Fa Neng's head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and finally landed at the feet of the monk Jingkong.

"Ma Rong, check if there's a human skin mask on his face."

Li Cunxi didn't bother to appease everyone and pointed directly at Faneng's head.

Ma Rong squatted down, touched the face of the human head, and finally peeled off a piece of skin.

"My lord, look!"