Han Changmu turned around and saw Yao Yao's suspicious look, and smiled slightly: "A Yao, this is Master Fuxian, who used to be the abbot of Jianyuan Temple." He turned to Abbot Fuxian and said: "Master, this is Master Fuxian. Yao Canjun from Jingzhao Mansion will investigate the case with me."
Yao Yao knew clearly that Jianyuan Temple was a famous temple in Jiannan. Han Changmu naturally recognized him. She walked a few steps slowly and saluted: "Abbot Fuxian."
Abbot Fuxian also smiled: "You're welcome, sir."
The three of them sat down respectively. Yao Yao looked at Abbot Fuxian again, and suddenly he had an idea. He thought that the scroll was written by the great master Fuhui. Fuhui, Fuxian, when he heard this name, he sounded like a senior brother. He was reading it. Judging from Abbot Fuxian's age, it looks more like this.
Han Changmu explained his intention carefully before taking out the Lotus Sutra and handing it to Abbot Fuxian: "Master, please see if this is something from the temple."
Abbot Fu Xian took the scripture and slowly rolled it open. With his eyes lowered, his fingers covered with thick yellow calluses slowly slid between the handwriting: "Yes, it is indeed a copy of the handwriting of Senior Brother Fu Hui. "His finger pointed at a few of the words: "Sir, please see, here, here, and here, these places are all Senior Brother Fuhui's writing habits."
Han Changmu looked at Abbot Fuxian's hand. He didn't know Master Fuhui's writing habits, nor did he notice the special features of these words. He just remembered the handwriting of the embroidery with his outstanding memory.
After Abbot Fuxian mentioned this, he also saw the difference between these words and what he usually wrote. Although they were very subtle, they were very distinctive.
Han Changmu asked again in a deep voice: "Then, the master may be able to tell who wrote this scripture, and when and for what reason it was given to the shopkeeper of Sese Tower."
Abbot Fuxian nodded and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. I'm going to ask Zhishan to come in. He has always taken care of these affairs in the temple." After saying that, he stood up and opened the door.
Han Changmu thanked him, then hurriedly called to Abbot Fuxian, with hesitation on his face: "Master, there is one more thing."
Abbot Fuxian paused, sat back, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter? It's okay, Your Majesty, just say it."
He changed his title from the distant lord back to the familiar prince, telling Han Changmu that there was nothing he couldn't ask, and there was nothing he couldn't say.
Han Changmu understood, took out the fragments of the book and the list of donated books, and explained the ins and outs of the Seselou case in detail, without hiding anything.
Yao Yao looked at the familiar faces of the two and pursed his lips. It turned out that Han Changmu also had people he believed in.
Han Changmu spoke frankly without missing any details. After speaking, he looked at Abbot Fuxian solemnly.
Abbot Fuxian also had a solemn look on his face, while flipping through the fragments of the scroll, he whispered almost in a whisper: "Although these formations are written about Buddhist formations, only the required items are Buddhist instruments. , and the others have nothing to do with Buddhist formations, and are extremely malicious." He paused slightly and said bluntly: "As the prince said, this book was donated to Jianfu Temple fifteen years ago, so there is something wrong with it. No, why would Jianfu Temple donate such a book to the Library?"
Han Changmu also felt very strange and asked: "Master, do you know the name of this book? Is this book in the list of donated books?"
Abbot Fuxian shook his head slightly: "I have never seen such a book before. Even the formations in the book are unheard of and unseen."
The atmosphere became solemn for a while. The origin of the book could not be found, the missing parts could not be filled in, and it was not known what was written. The clue was cut off, and the case was stagnant. Han Changmu and the two were a little frustrated. No one spoke for a long while.
Yao Yao thought for a long time and asked: "Master, may I ask who was the person in charge of donating books back then?"
Abbot Fuxian was stunned for a moment and sighed regretfully: "I came to Jianfu Temple three years ago. Fifteen years ago, I was still at Jianyuan Temple and knew nothing about Jianfu Temple."
Yao Yao's eyes darkened, but he really couldn't find anything.
Abbot Fuxian spoke again: "However, Zhishan grew up in the temple and is very familiar with the affairs of the temple. He may know something. I will ask him to come in."
Han Changmu and Yao Yao looked at each other, feeling a little hopeful in their hearts.
Zhishan has been staying not far from the quiet room. He can neither hear what is said in the quiet room, nor can he see Abbot Fuxian's greetings at any time.
He saw the door of the quiet room open, and Abbot Fuxian waved to him. He quickly followed him into the quiet room and saluted: "Abbott."
Abbot Fuxian said in a deep voice: "Zhishan, this donor Han is the young envoy of the Internal Security Department. He has been ordered by the Holy Spirit to investigate the case, which involves Jianfu Temple. I want to ask you about some details, and you must tell the truth." Explain in detail."
Zhishan flinched. He was in Jianfu Temple and was in charge of the secular affairs of the temple. He naturally knew what the Internal Security Department was doing and how powerful that place was. He also knew that the young envoy was a close official of the emperor and could not be offended. He spoke with difficulty. He gave a wry smile: "Yes, I will definitely report back truthfully."
Han Changmu noticed Zhishan's nervousness and said gently: "Master Zhishan, don't be afraid. I just want to ask you something. I won't criticize you harshly. Sit down and talk."
Zhishan nodded, but did not dare to sit down, so he stood respectfully on one side.
Han Changmu didn't force himself too much and asked in a deep voice: "How many years has Master Zhishan been at Jianfu Temple?"
Zhishan's eyes darkened, and his voice was slightly low: "The young monk was abandoned at the mountain gate, and was brought back and raised by the people in the temple. He has been in the temple for almost forty years."
Han Changmu nodded slightly and asked, "Does Master Zhishan still remember what happened fifteen years ago?"
Zhishan was stunned for a moment. Fifteen years ago, wasn't that the second year when the current saint ascended the throne and became emperor? He tilted his head. The saint ascended the throne and everything was waiting for improvement. Everything was in a mess. This gentleman asked questions without making any sense. Damn, what can he remember?
Han Changmu knew that he was asking a general question and smiled: "Master Zhishan, did Jianfu Temple donate a batch of classics to the library fifteen years ago?"
Zhishan remembered this incident clearly and nodded: "That's what happened. At that time, the temple was short of manpower and the number of classics was huge. The young monk was even transferred to the Sutra Pavilion to help with some chores."
Han Changmu was overjoyed, looked at each other with Yao Yao, and asked eagerly: "Apart from you, the other people who handled this matter are still in the temple."
Zhishan tilted his head and thought for a long time, frowned and recalled carefully: "Fifteen years ago, there was a war, and there were not many monks in the temple. If not, the young monk would not have been sent to help. The young monk remembers that there were only The three monks seem to have left the temple."
Han Changmu frowned and asked unwillingly: "Master Zhishan, are you sure that these three people have left the temple?"
Zhishan nodded: "You don't know something. In those years of war and chaos, many monks in Dajing Temple were dispersed. Many temples lost their inheritance. After the saint ascended the throne, he issued an order to select monks from several major royal temples. We went to rebuild monasteries in various places, and at that time, most of the monks from Jianfu Temple left."
Han Changmu took a deep breath. He remembered what happened more than ten years ago. If not, how could he recognize Abbot Fuxian?
Abbot Fuxian spoke at the right time: "Your Majesty, this matter is indeed true. At that time, I also followed the holy order to go to Jianyuan Temple in Jiannan Road, so that I could meet the prince and the prince."
Han Changmu nodded and asked: "So, Master Zhishan, does he know which temples the three people in the Sutra Pavilion went to?"
Zhishan shook his head in distress: "I don't know, little monk. More than ten years ago, the young monk was not in charge of the secular affairs of the temple. He was just doing chores in the living room. The young monk doesn't know these things."
Han Changmu had no idea, but he thought that Zhishan had also handled the donation of books in the library, so he said: "Master Zhishan, this book is a fragment in the library. It is said that it was donated by Jianfu Temple. That one This is the list of donated books at that time. Could you please Master Zhishan to take a look at which book in the list this fragment of volume belongs to?"
Hearing this, Yao Yao hurriedly handed over the directory and the fragments to Zhishan.
Zhishan held the two heavy volumes in his hands like a hot potato. He nodded cautiously as he was in trouble: "I'll do my best, little monk."
The directory was very heavy, and I didn’t dare to sit down until I knew how to be good, so I had to sit down and read through it slowly.
He read the fragment first. Zhishan was in charge of the secular affairs of the temple and was extremely busy on weekdays, but the Dharma was obviously not neglected. He carefully read the fragment and his face became extremely gloomy, but he did not speak. What, reach out and flip through that directory.
There were many lists, and he read them carefully, and time passed by quietly.
Yao Yao raised his eyes and looked out the window. The sun was getting brighter and brighter. It was time to have lunch. Looking at this situation, he probably wouldn't have time to go to Prince An's Mansion in the afternoon, so he would have to wait until tomorrow.
Han Changmu seemed to know what Yao Yao was thinking, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, you can go to Prince An's Mansion in the evening."
Yao Yao pursed his lips and nodded.
The wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the rustle comes through the window. There is an indescribable atmosphere in the quiet room, which makes people feel peaceful.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Abbot Fuxian said the word "Enter", and four young monks came in carrying food boxes, put them on the food table quietly, bowed, and then slowly left. Got out.
Abbot Fuxian personally opened the food box, placed the vegetarian meal on the dining table, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Yao joins the army, please eat."
Yao Yao thanked him and helped set out the bamboo chopsticks.
Han Changmu was not polite and joked to Yao Yao: "The vegetarian food in Jianfu Temple is one of the best. You will be lucky this time."
Yao Yao snorted: "Yes, I took advantage of the adults in my humble position."
Abbot Fuxian watched the two bickering, and the smile on his face deepened. Suddenly he remembered something, turned around, opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and put it at hand, and asked in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, has the princess's illness improved? Already?"
Han Changmu's eyes dimmed, and the bamboo chopsticks stopped at the mouth of the bowl. He didn't move for a long time, and whispered sadly: "No."
