Han Changmu was extremely satisfied. He nodded on the bed next to him and said kindly: "Sit down and talk."
Yao Yao was also very obedient. He sat down and raised his chin: "Sir, where did you find this book?"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows proudly: "How about it? It's a treasure. I went to the library yesterday."
Yao Yao curled her lips in the Library Pavilion. She naturally knew this place, but this place was not something she could enter.
The Library Pavilion was the most complete place with the most complete collection of classics in the Jing Dynasty. It was equivalent to the super library in Yao Yao's previous life, but not everyone could enter this super library. The chief eunuchs and young eunuchs of the Secretary's Department, the officials in charge of the library, and the officials of the third rank or above in the court can enter without an edict, while others can enter only under the edict of the saint.
How could a nobody like her go in and take a look.
Han Changmu flipped through the formation diagrams compiled by Yao Yao, his eyes lit up, and he was surprised and happy in his heart. He smiled appreciatively: "This book records several Buddhist formations, but it's a pity that a few pages in the middle are missing. I don't know. It is artificial or due to the long history, but I inferred from the text on the front and back pages that the missing pages record the formation diagram of an unknown formation used to raise Gu. The book also mentions the time when the formation was set up. The corresponding sacrifice must be used, but the page recording what the sacrifice is is also missing. When I found this book, I felt that this formation seemed familiar, so I borrowed the book. I didn’t expect you to be able to From a few words, a rough formation diagram was drawn for comparison."
Yao Yao heard the compliment in Han Changmu's words, but she didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed. She curved her lips and smiled: "Based on what was written in the book, I drew a rough diagram of the formation, and compared it with the formation found in Sese Tower. Comparing the pictures, there are many similarities, but due to the incompleteness of the pages and the ambiguity of the formations in the Sese Tower, it is not certain that the two formations are the same."
Han Changmu knocked on the book table and laughed out loud: "Yes, these two formations do have many similarities. I found this book in the library yesterday, and I asked Secretary Lang Shihuan if this batch of books is ten Five years ago, the donation to Jianfu Temple was all related to Buddhism. This book originally had a title. Five years ago, the library suffered from an ant infestation. When moving the classics to exterminate the ants, some classics were lost, and some were lost. It has become a broken copy, and he can’t tell whether the missing pages were torn out by someone on purpose, or whether they were lost when moving the classics.”
Yao Yao frowned slightly when he heard this: "Sir, did you say that there was an ant infestation in the library five years ago?"
"Yes," Han Changmu smiled self-deprecatingly: "You may also find it strange that everything seems to have suddenly appeared five years ago."
Yao Yao breathed a sigh of relief. What happened five years ago? It was like there was a pair of black hands planning a plan in the darkness.
Han Changmu took a breath and handed Yao Yao a book. The binding was much better than that of the broken book. He said quietly: "This is the list of books donated to Jianfu Temple at that time."
The book was about an inch thick and was so heavy that Yao Yao's hand dropped under it.
Yao Yao clicked her tongue, such a thick directory, it will take forever for the world to grow old. She opened the mulberry paper wrapping the directory, and what she saw was the extremely upright and simple, golden words "Jianfu Temple."
Jianfu Temple is a royal temple, highly respected by the Dajing royal family, and has always been prosperous. In other words, it is more wealthy than other temples.
Yao Yao opened the directory and looked at it, and inexplicably raised his lips and laughed. The wealthy Jianfu Temple really did something extraordinary. A directory for donating books was actually written with gold powder. It was so extravagant.
Looking at the golden book titles, she frowned slightly, raised her head and asked Han Changmu: "Sir, all the book donation lists in Jianfu Temple use gold powder, how could you donate a book with such a crude binding?" She said. He continued in confusion: "Even if the original binding of this book was very crude, Jianfuji Temple must repair it before donating it, so as not to lose the reputation of Jianfuji Royal Temple."
When Han Changmu got the directory, he didn't have time to read it carefully. Hearing Yao Yao's words, his heart suddenly shivered and he took the directory and looked at it carefully.
He twisted the paper in the directory with his hands, and then rubbed the fragment of the book. Not only were the inks used for writing different, the binding was different, but the paper was also completely different.
The paper used in the directory is yellow-brown in color, like brown, and has a thick, hard and smooth texture that is impermeable to light. It is the best Tibetan scripture paper.
Although the paper used for the remaining scroll is also yellow-brown, it is slightly lighter in color. There are scraps of straw and paper stuck to it. It does not look smooth. The texture is slightly thick, and you can see traces of paper lines, which are obvious. It's jute paper.
He picked up the fragment and smelled it vigorously. He only smelled the fishy smell of old dust, but not the slightest scent of ink. He suddenly laughed, laughing at himself for being stupid. This fragment had been lying around for fifteen years, even though I used good ink back then, and the fragrance of the ink should have dissipated.
He thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "This fragment is very different from the book donation list of Jianfu Temple. From the use of ink on the paper to the binding, there are almost no similarities. You are right, Jianfu Temple does not know how to do things. It would harm the face and reputation of the royal temple. Since the book was donated to the imperial court, such a rough book would not be donated. Even if it was a rare ancient book, it would definitely be repaired, and at least the title and author of the book would be added before it was donated. "
Yao Yao smiled: "Then let's go to Jianfu Temple?"
Han Changmu saw the excitement on Yao Yao's face, and smiled mysteriously: "No hurry, just wait."
Yao Yao was anxious: "If you wait, I will fly away if you wait for someone else."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Zhenfu hurried in, saluted and said, "Sir, I recognize you."
Han Changmu nodded: "How many are there?"
"Five people, the rest are really unrecognizable."
Listening to these mindless questions and answers, Yao Yao was really a little confused. He looked at Han Changmu, then at He Zhenfu, and asked, "What riddles are you playing?"
He Zhenfu had a wrinkled face and shook his head with a wry smile: "Your Excellency asked the guys from Sesel Tower to identify the body."
Yao Yao smiled jokingly: "Looking at you, that person must have vomited."
He Zhenfu nodded deeply: "It's like a corpse that has been frozen and melted again. It's cold now and the autopsy room of the Department of Internal Health is underground. The corpse also rotted very quickly. When I got up this morning, I saw that It’s all soft and dripping.”
The more Yao Yao listened, the more disgusted he became. No wonder the guy vomited. Hearing his description, he couldn't bear to look at it.
She held back her nausea and asked, "You can recognize five of the eighteen heads?"
He Zhenfu nodded: "That's good. You didn't see how miserable it was. You can't even see the bad nose and eyes."
Han Changmu pursed his lips tightly into a straight line, and after a while he said, "Can you tell me the origin of the scroll in the Sese Tower?"
He Zhenfu nodded heavily and held up the scripture that had been tucked under the creaking nest: "Speaking of which, as your Excellency expected, this scroll was bought by their shopkeeper from Jianfu Temple five years ago, but whose handwriting is it? He doesn’t know.”
Yao Yao suddenly remembered the scriptures. Among the physical evidence she brought back, there was indeed a handwritten volume of the Lotus Sutra. It was the volume in Han Changmu's hand. However, she was not proficient in Buddhism and was not interested in it. I didn't delve into it, and at the same time, I didn't delve into why the Lotus Sutra was offered in a restaurant.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Han Changmu. She was still not as careful as he was.
Han Changmu patted the desk gently and asked, "Among the five people the clerk recognized, is his shopkeeper?"
He Zhenfu shook his head: "No, they are all guys like him, three Hu people and two Han people, the list is here."
With that said, he handed the copied roster to Han Changmu.
Han Changmu looked through it and handed it back: "These people signed a death deed, and the transfer should be in the hands of the shopkeeper. You can take someone to Jingzhao Mansion to check the files and find out the whereabouts and whereabouts of the shopkeeper and his team in recent years. place."
He Zhenfu responded, turned around and headed outside.
Han Changmu rolled up the scriptures, picked up the fragments and the list of donated books, and smiled at Yao Yao: "Let's go to Jianfu Temple." He raised his head and quickly glanced at the sky outside, smiling. He became even gentler: "Let's have lunch there by the way."
Yao Yao cheered excitedly. She had only wandered outside the gate of Jianfu Temple a few times, but had never gone in, let alone eaten a vegetarian meal in the temple.
I heard that the vegetarian dishes served at royal temples are more delicious than meat.
The sun outside was so bright that it dried the snow on the eaves, leaving only a thin layer, revealing the gray tiles.
The water formed from the ice and snow fell drop by drop. There was no snow on the ground anymore. The water seeped in quickly along the seams of the green bricks.
There was also a moist smell in the warm wind. Yao Yao took a breath, spring was coming soon.
Jianfu Temple occupies Kaihuafang and Anrenfang, and is only one square away from Taiji Palace in the north. This temple has undergone extensive construction work by several generations of saints. The temple is majestic and is the most splendid temple in Dajing.
Yao Yao opened the curtain, and the carriage swayed quickly towards Kaihuafang. The bustling Zhuque Street flew past in front of him.
It was quiet inside the car, and the noise outside could be heard.
"What are you looking at?" Han Changmu suddenly said, startling Yao Yao.
Yao Yao hurriedly lowered the car curtain, pursed his lips and smiled: "Look at the excitement outside."
Han Changmu smiled deeply and said in a low voice: "I have asked for permission from the saint to allow you to pretend to be the female doctor in the palace and go to Prince An's Mansion to diagnose Princess Rong."
Yao Yao was stunned and whispered: "So fast!"
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you still too quick? Then let Huo Hanshan live in the prison of the Internal Security Department for a few more days. Anyway, the Internal Security Department has no shortage of money and can afford it."
Yao Yao waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "I'm not happy, I'm sorry, I made a mistake in my humble position. Sir, when will we go?"
Han Changmu opened the car curtain and looked at the sky, then turned around and said: "If the investigation at Jianfu Temple goes well, we will go to Prince An's Mansion after lunch." He paused slightly and asked in a somewhat unspeakable voice: "What do you need? Don’t need to prepare anything?”
