"Chu Yi, what do you think?"
On the way, Xu Si turned around and wanted to ask Zhang Chuyi if he had any ideas.
"Fourth brother, you ask me?" Zhang Chuyi pointed at his nose and laughed, "I am an expert in fighting, so let's forget about this investigation, my brain is not that good.
If my brother's words may tell something, that kid has been a ghost since he was a child. "
"I fucking hate this kind of job that requires brain cells." Xu Si put his finger to his mouth and took a sip of air: "I don't dare to smoke cigarettes. I'm really worried."
Listening to Xu Si's complaints, Zhang Chuyi shook his head and smiled. There was indeed no good solution.
Among all types of cases, the most difficult to solve are the completely random disappearances.
We don’t know the murderer’s motive, we don’t know what the victims have in common, and we don’t see anyone alive or dead.
As long as it has these three characteristics, the case will be very, very difficult to solve.
The disappearance case at Kongang Temple basically meets the first and third characteristics.
As for the second characteristic, the murderer seemed to only target Buddhist disciples, so Xu Si wondered whether there was an organization that wanted to take revenge on Buddhism.
This is probably the only clue at present, otherwise we would have to wait for the murderer to commit another crime.
Arriving at the main hall, Xu Si found a key figure in this case - the supervisor of Kongji Temple, Zhengxing.
According to inquiries and investigations, the five missing disciples all disappeared on their way out to do errands.
Three of them went to a nearby village to perform errands and lost news on the way back.
The other two were strangers and were invited to Putuo Temple for exchange and study. However, they did not reply to the temple after they left. Zhengxingjian Temple was worried and sent an inquiry message to Putuo Temple. Only then did he learn about the two disciples. I have never been to Putuo Temple.
Zhengxing immediately called the police. Because a stranger was involved, the company took it very seriously and immediately sent people to assist in the investigation.
The main hall of Vajra Temple can only be described as magnificent. As soon as you cross the threshold, you can see a ten-meter-high golden body of Tathagata in the hall.
Under the sunlight, the entire Buddha statue shines with golden light, making the surrounding Buddha statues become brighter. Pilgrims who don't know why come here think they are coming to the spiritual mountain where the Buddha's light shines.
However, Zhengxingjian Temple did not meditate in front of the Tathagata Buddha statue. Instead, he shrank to a corner where the Buddha's light could not reach, facing the ground in the corner, and recited scriptures with his head lowered.
"Master Zhengxing." Xu Si came from behind and shouted, "I am Xu Si, the person in charge sent by the company to investigate the case. I want to find out some information from you."
"Amitabha." Zhengxing turned around, startling both Zhang Chuyi and Xu Si.
Logically speaking, Zhengxing is Zhengjue's senior brother, and he should be about the same age.
But Zhengxing looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets. He was in worse condition than Master Jiekong of Lingyin Temple. Those who didn't know thought he was already eighty or ninety years old.
"Master Zhengxing, you don't seem to be in good health." Xu Si was slightly confused.
According to the company's records, the former abbot of the Vajra Temple, Master Pyo Kong, was unparalleled in the world with half of the "Diamond Sutra" and was most talked about for his indestructible martial arts.
Therefore, after the master passed away, Zhengjue, who inherited the position of abbot, named the temple after King Kong.
Among the several disciples of Master Pian Kong, except Abbot Zhengjue, the others are all extraordinary experts in practicing the Diamond Sutra.
It stands to reason that with such horizontal body-building martial arts, the more you practice, the stronger your body will become and the stronger your qi and blood will be.
But Master Zhengxing looked like he was in his twilight years, and he didn't know what was wrong.
"Donor Xu, don't worry. The poor monk just had a serious illness a few years ago, so he looks a little thin." Zhengxing lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Birth, old age, illness and death are all predestined. It's just a stinky skin. There's nothing to worry about."
"Master's Dharma is exquisite, I admire you." Xu Si smiled and asked, "Speaking of which, master, can you talk about the five missing disciples?"
"Alas..." Zhengxing sighed softly, "Shanwen, Shanlin and the others are all good disciples with wisdom and compassion. I didn't expect that they would suffer such a misfortune."
"Then these five disciples, do they usually have enemies with others?" Xu Si took out his mobile phone and started recording while asking.
"Probably not." Zhengxing shook his head without hesitation, "Those disciples are usually good-natured and gentle in the temple, and get along well with other brothers and sisters. I have never heard of Who did you have a conflict with?"
"So, the situation of vendetta between the brothers can be ruled out." Xu Si murmured and deleted a suspicion on his phone.
Zhengxing's answer was not too different from the other disciples' inquiries, and nothing strange could be heard.
If this is the case, then the second characteristic will probably be included in the case report.
Is it true that some people are unhappy with Buddhism and take it out on these disciples?
At this time, the two monks walked into the main hall as if no one else was watching.
One of the monks is holding a sack and paper money, and the other is holding a money counting machine.
The two came to the merit box of the Tathagata Golden Body, took out the key and opened the merit box. Most of them were red hundred-dollar bills, and the rest were some one-yuan coins or banknotes.
The two of them ignored the coins and small-denomination banknotes. They just picked up the hundred-dollar bills on the ground, quickly folded them into a pile, and actually counted them in front of the Buddha.
There was silence in the Main Hall, except for the sound of the money counter filtering the banknotes.
"Nima, are all the monks so aggressive nowadays?"
Zhang Chuyi looked at the two monks who looked like bank employees, and his heart felt like ten thousand grass and mud horses rushing past.
Soon, the two monks who had finished counting the money stuffed the bundles of hundred-yuan bills into sacks, and left the Main Hall with the machine calmly.
"The disciples of your temple really regard money as nothing. I feel a little excited when I see so much money." Zhang Chuyi couldn't help but laugh twice.
"I made the two donors laugh." Zhengxing bowed his head and apologized, "The incense in this temple is a bit more prosperous. Every time a pilgrim comes, they will stuff money into the box. If not dealt with in time, the money will be spilled soon. It was all over the palace.
However, our temple has always donated these donations to orphanages and nursing homes for the elderly and the young. "
"Your great virtue, I took the liberty of doing so." Zhang Chuyi clasped his hands and said.
But there was some disapproval in his heart.
How much money can be donated with the money in the merit box?
Which big boss puts money into the merit box when he adds incense to a temple?
Then don’t just take the bank card directly.
Judging from the appearance of the old monk and the two young monks, they were probably used to this kind of thing, and they seemed to take it for granted.
He said, this Vajra Temple should just be renamed Money Temple.
