Jing Wan'er smelled a cold fragrance in the room, which was coming from Li Xiuzhi's body, similar to the scent in the Daxiong Hall. She looked at Li Xiuzhi, who was rumored to be loved by the King of Changle for his beauty, and there were often secrets about this king in the palace. The cold fragrance also seemed like a woman's lip color.

  The monk in the temple saw Pei Tan appear, "There are pigeons raised in the temple. If Pei Temple trusts, the temple's pigeons can be used to send messages back to Chang'an." The communication between Qinglong Temple and Daming Palace was not infrequent.

  "Let's just do it."

  Jing Wan'er followed him back into the courtyard next door. In this new wing, everything was indeed complete, with paper, pen and inkstone on the table.

  Pei Tan picked up his pen and slowly looked at Jing Yuane.

  Jing Wan'er remained silent, walked over and saw that the inkstone was clean, then picked up the ink and started grinding.

  After a long time, Pei Tan dipped his brush in ink and began writing on paper.

  Jing Wan'er hung her head low. She should have thought of it earlier, Hui Gen still had memories of past events. Xuan Lian was getting old, but unexpectedly, his memory was still this strong.

  Pei Tan wrote a letter on one side and sealed it with wax, handing it over to the monk who had come to fetch the message.

  Jing Wan'er watched as the monk walked out and couldn't help but say: "Sir, aren't you afraid that Qinglong Temple will intercept the letter?"

  A thin layer of wax, it's probably to prevent gentlemen, but not petty people.

  Pei Tan's attitude seems more calm than Jing Yuanyu, but it's unknown what he thinks in his heart. "I didn't write anything in the letter, if this is also intercepted, it just proves that Qinglong Temple has a problem."

  The homing pigeon flew towards Chang'an City from the southeast direction.

  Jing Wanner looked out the window, the monks in the courtyard had kind faces, these were all literary monks, and they were clearly not the same group as the fierce and evil martial monks from earlier.

  Her gaze passed over the courtyard and looked towards the other side, somewhat melancholy and said: "That prince, isn't he leaving?"

  Bai Tan is already a man who doesn't show his emotions, Li Xiuke directly said that sentence to Bai Tan, and used this method to turn the tables on him.

  Jing Wan'er thought for a moment and smiled faintly: "This prince said that he had been in seclusion for half a month, but it's clear that he saw more than anyone else." So Li Xiuzhi knew early on that Qinglong Temple suspected him.

  Pei's eyes were dim and fell on the girl: "Never underestimate the people of the Li Tang imperial family."

  Jing Wan'er was slightly shaken and turned her head to look at Pei Tan.

  All sorts of signs indicate that Hui Gen's death is closely related to Li Xiuzhi, but as a prince, what kind of grudge could he have against a little monk?

  Not to mention taking someone's life.

  Jing Wan'er said after a while: "This time, if it weren't for the adults' insistence, I'm afraid even Qinglong Temple and Fangzhang Xuanlian wouldn't have investigated thoroughly."

  A preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, which is still widely known today.

  Li Xiuyi is now just a leisurely prince, far away from the imperial court and the royal family. Zhongzong preserved his freedom to enter and exit the Daming Palace, in the Tang Dynasty, Li Xiuyi's privilege was beyond that of a close prince.

  Jing Wantong remembered the Haiyuhua from a foreign land in the Great Hero's Treasure Hall.

  Pei Tan suddenly said: "After seeing the king, I don't think it's the king."

  The ambiguous attitude of the Qinglong Temple, and the suspiciousness of this matter, had even made Pei Tan doubt it before, but as soon as he saw Li Xiuke himself, this feeling suddenly didn't feel right.

  Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan, who was not the kind of person to rely on intuition. He often said that the Temple of Great Justice handled cases with a focus on clear evidence and facts, and only true evidence would convince the temple.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes rolled around: "If the palace finds out that it involves Prince Chang Le, will they still let you investigate further?"

  Even Lian Jingruan, this little palace maid, knew it was impossible.

  In the evening, the Buddhist chant came from the courtyard, one wave after another of sorrow and grief. Even the young monks serving outside the courtyard were all closing their eyes tightly, murmuring words in their mouths, and turning the Buddhist beads in their hands.

  Pei Tan was a light sleeper and immediately opened his eyes to see Pei's guard standing at the door, with a tall and thin shadow that had a kind of silent presence.

  A solemn feeling.

  "What's going on outside?"

  Bai Tan looked over and saw Bai Shiwei hear the order, lightly open the door, standing at the entrance facing Bai Tan.

  "Your Highness, it seems like you are performing a scripture recitation ceremony."

  This low and mournful sound was certainly the chanting of scriptures, and to create such a grand momentum, it must be that all the monks in the entire Qinglong Temple had begun to chant.

  Monks chanting scriptures in the middle of the night are rarely seen; their sorrowful tones also bring a sudden sense of desolation to one's heart.

  Pei Tan looked at a monk standing by the door and after a long while said: "It's salvation."

  These sutras are not others, they are the Buddha's family mantra for rebirth. A monk at the door noticed the movement and looked at Pei Tan with a sorrowful face: "The abbot personally presided over the transcendence ceremony to send Brother Hui Gen to the next reincarnation."

  After a person dies, if they don't ascend to sainthood, they become wandering spirits in the mortal world.

  Poor families have no money for Buddhist rites, so family members will weep and recite a few lines of scripture at the grave.

  All the monks in Qinglong Temple are ascetic practitioners, who bathe and fast every day, listening to the Buddha's mantra, how can they worry about not being able to enter reincarnation.

  The girl's figure flashed at the door, and she seemed to have been standing in the courtyard early on, watching this grand sutra recitation.

  "After the transcendence is over, how will you deal with Huiru's body?" Jing Wannier slowly looked at the monk who had just spoken.

  The monk said: "Nature is safe and sound."

  Jing Wan'er said: "The cause of Ke Hui's death is still unknown, and there has been no autopsy."

  These words made that monk's eyes widen in shock, colder than the air in the temple, and made Pei Tan's body shiver despite wearing his undergarments.

  The monk stopped reciting sutras and glared at Jing Yuane with a furious gaze.

  "Without even an autopsy, you're rushing to bury him. Even if you want a grand funeral, can't you let your senior rest in peace?" A sarcastic voice came from the girl's mouth.

  The monks in the courtyard who were reciting sutras stopped making a sound. They looked at Jing Wanyan.

  Pei Tan immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed. When he came to the door, he saw that Jing Wanyu was also hastily putting on her clothes.

  Outerwear, standing alone in the cold wind like this.

  He stared at the monks in the courtyard, and the silent eyes of these monks also reflected the shadows of the two people.

  Pei Tan finally looked at the monk beside him: "I saw Master Xuanlian during the day, and he didn't indicate that the burial would be so soon."

  The monk's face was covered with a layer of cold night frost: "After the super-degree ceremony, it must be buried at an auspicious time. The donor's words, isn't it to make my master's soul restless?"

  Pei Tan looked at the monk: "Since the cause of death is unknown, how can we bury him?" His face seemed to have a hint of coldness.

  During the day in that attic, they hadn't had time to examine the clues on Hui Gen's body before being taken to see Xuan Lian.

  When they returned, the body in the attic had been taken away. Not to mention professional autopsy, even Pei Tan and his team only took a cursory look at the body.

  The monk's face moved: "These, the donor had better ask the master."

  At this late hour of the third watch, how can I get through this group of monks to ask Master Hsuan Lien?

  "Let's go inside first," said Pei Tan.

  Jing Wan'er felt cool all over her body at this moment, but she still didn't want to leave.

  Pei nodded slightly towards two of his own men standing outside the door, who stood out among a group of monks wearing simple robes.

  Jing Wan'er hesitated, turned around and saw that her door was still open, but Pei Tan said: "You go in first."

  She walked into Pei Tan's house.

  The charcoal fire is burning in the house, and it's naturally warm.

  "Really?" Jing Wan'er asked in doubt.

  Pei said, still dragging his shoes, because of this interruption, it took a long time for the chanting to resume outside the door. He slowly said: "No matter what, tonight should let them finish reciting this scripture." This is at least respect for the deceased, even if it's the Dalu Temple, there's no need to investigate the case tonight.

  Jing Wan'er was speechless for a moment, looking at the scene tonight, Qinglong Temple's attitude towards Hui Gen was not fake, they were really sad about Hui Gen's death. Then they shouldn't stop Dalisi Temple from investigating the case.

  "Slowly, Pei Tan said: 'The Buddhist family attaches great importance to the whole body after death and may not agree to an autopsy on Hui Gen.'"

  It's not just Buddhism, ordinary people also attach great importance to the integrity of the corpse, even if they're dead, they have to be buried intact, hoping for perfection in the next life. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a cruel punishment as dismembering into five horses.

  "Unless Lian Xuanlian doesn't want to know either, how his most beloved disciple died."

  Entering a temple for ascetic practice means cutting off worldly relationships and leaving behind parents in the mundane world, but the abbot of the temple becomes their master.

  Wouldn't there be parents who don't want to know the killer of their own child?

  "After a moment of silence, Bae Dahn said, 'I believe that Master Hyeon-yeon has already promised something and will not go back on his word.'"

  Xuan Lian agreed to Pei Tan's investigation. If he didn't allow the inspection of Hui Gen's cause of death, it would be a waste of time, and no judge could make a ruling without knowing the cause of death.

  Even if Di Gong were reborn, he still couldn't.