Time has left mottled marks on the stone walls of the bell tower.
Two people, with two eyes and four hands, rubbed the knife marks on the stone wall. In addition to feeling the witness of history, they also knocked and listened to the sound coming from the stone bricks, carefully distinguishing the possible existences. strange.
The bell tower is two feet high, and the spiral staircase is only three feet long.
In just over a quarter of an hour, the two of them measured it with their hands.
Standing under the bell tower.
Yan San looked at the two of them and asked:
"Why are you touching this bell tower like a big girl?"
The two people were speechless for a moment, glanced at Yan San, and started talking in low voices.
"Brother Ye, I don't see anything strange about this bell tower. The entire wall and steps are perfectly seamless. There is no possibility of a secret passage."
"Brother He, it's the same for me. The knocking sounds are all thick and there are no hollow sounds or echoes."
Both of them saw each other's loss, and in the next moment, they picked up their spirits again and walked out.
This time, they knew that they would probably get nothing from their exploration, so they were mentally prepared.
But after all, there is hope. Even if you are mentally prepared, the moment the hope disappears, loss is inevitable.
Yan San followed the two of them and asked curiously:
"Do you think there will be a secret passage in this bell tower?"
Seeing that the two of them ignored him, Yan San didn't care. As he followed, he turned to look at the quaint bell tower behind him and muttered.
"If there really is a secret passage and we can't find the entrance, wouldn't it be over if we demolish it?"
The steps of the two people in front suddenly stopped.
They all saw the joy in each other's eyes.
Yes, if there really is a secret passage, even if the entrance is so tightly hidden that it cannot be distinguished.
If the bell tower is demolished, will the secret passage not reveal itself?
If you go deep underground, dig three feet deep.
If three feet doesn't work, then five feet. There will be no escape from the secret passage.
However, what needs to be solved is the issue of demolishing the clock tower.
But I believe that according to Chen Yuming’s obsession with this case.
Now that you have an opportunity to try it, you won’t miss it.
Plus the support of the current Chaotian Palace Temple Master Zi Tianren.
Finding a reason to repair the bell tower, tear it down and rebuild it will not attract anyone's attention.
Ye Qing turned around, gave Yan San a thumbs up, and praised:
"Brother Yan, I really belong to you. Let's treat you to a drink when you get back. Eat good wine."
He Wen also said sincerely:
"Regardless of whether there are any results or not, I'll treat you to Qifang Pavilion when you get back, whatever you want!"
Happiness came so suddenly. Yan San didn't know what he said to make the two of them so excited. He scratched his beard in embarrassment and said:
"We are all brothers, there is no need to be so polite."
"Any kind of wine is fine. I don't care about food. Just eat enough."
Ye Qing, who was not polite, nodded quickly and said:
"Sure, I'll listen to you."
Yan San was dumbfounded.
He Wen also said decisively: "Okay, let's go to Sun Ji Noodle House. It's delicious and affordable. I know the boss well and it's also cheap."
Yan San, whose face was twitching, looked at the two of them resentfully.
Good guy, just be polite, the good wine is gone, and the Qifang Pavilion is gone.
However, the next moment, the open-minded Yan San still grinned happily and rubbed his thick beard with his right hand.
After all, someone invited him to eat and drink without him paying any money.
Good or bad, it's all a free meal, just be happy and that's it!
Walking all the way through Chaotian Palace.
Across the Jade Emperor's Hall, past the Old Law Hall, and through the Qiuzu Hall.
The three of them stood on the largest square of Chaotian Palace.
The huge bronze tripod they had just seen on the bell tower also appeared in their eyes again.
On the three-legged bronze tripod, which is one foot wide and more than two feet high, a huge thuja incense, which is as thick as an arm and one foot long, is inserted into it.
The ashes of incense that burn without falling are distinct from the purple incense body.
In the slowly burning part in the middle, a line of white smoke like a flying fairy ribbon swayed in the air.
Yan San clicked his tongue and said:
"This bronze tripod is so big, I don't know how much it would be worth if sold."
The loud voice was as loud as a gong, even if it was deliberately suppressed, it was still loud.
The many pilgrims and Taoists coming and going in the square all stared at him angrily.
Yan San, sensing that something was wrong, forced out an apologetic smile in embarrassment, clasped his hands and bowed to everyone to apologize.
Ye Qing and He Wen were helpless.
Subconsciously, he distanced himself from Yan San.
By the time Yan San came to his senses, the two of them had already reached the bronze tripod.
Looking fifty feet away, on the original site of Sanqing Hall, under the three-story white marble steps, there were devout pilgrims standing.
Even if the Sanqing Palace was destroyed, even if the imperial court ordered not to set foot on the ruins of the Sanqing Palace.
The pilgrims still faced the ruins and placed the tributes they brought on the white marble steps.
Then, he bent his knees and worshiped devoutly towards the ruins, praying for himself and his family.
Ye Qing looked at this scene and his eyes flashed:
"Most of the people who come here to pray are ordinary people wearing ordinary or even ragged clothes."
Don't wait for his next words to come out.
He Wen, with a face full of sarcasm, said with a sneer:
"Moreover, they are all common people with sallow complexions and tired looks."
"Those who are gorgeously dressed and have big bellies are staying in the Temple of Wealth in front."
then.
He Wen said with a serious face: "If I have a chance, I want these people to stay in the Temple of Wealth."
There was silence for a while.
Ye Qing then opened his mouth and said:
"There are too many people now. It seems we have to wait until night to act."
Pilgrims are worshiping. If they go up and trample on the ruins, they will not only be beaten by the pilgrims, but also driven away with bad words.
In addition, the two of them wore regular clothes and looked too young. Even if they were said to be officials investigating the case, no one would believe them.
Moreover, what they want is a low-investigation case, and attracting attention is absolutely unacceptable.
He Wen said:
"That's true. I can only wait until night to watch."
After that, He Wen turned around and left.
Ye Qing suddenly grabbed He Wen's arm, looked at the ruins of the ruins, and walked forward.
He Wen, with bright eyes, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, looked ahead seriously, followed quickly and asked curiously:
"what have you found?"
Ye Qing, who stopped behind the pilgrims, whispered:
"At the ugly moment, the chief registrar of Dali Temple came into the temple to conduct an autopsy. He noted that the head of the body was facing southwest, the back was facing southeast, and the feet were facing northeast..."
Listening to Ye Qing retelling the autopsy testimonials of Master Ziyuan.
He Wen looked at the ruins of the Sanqing Hall with the south facing north, and a figure appeared in his eyes. He stood still in the center of the Sanqing Hall, and then fell to the ground according to Ye Qing's instructions.
After more than ten breaths.
He Wen frowned and said:
"Brother Ye, tell me, why is the charred corpse lying in the center of Sanqing Hall?"
"He was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but his left rib was injured and his right calf was kicked. The injuries should not be enough to affect his ability to move. Shouldn't he crawl towards the entrance of the hall?"
"If you can't break through the fire, you are worried about being burned to death, and you hope to be rescued, then crawl back from the door of the hall. Climbing to the center of the hall where the fire is smallest is the best reaction for a person in a fire, right?"
"But if that's the case, the head should be facing north. Why is it still facing south?"
Ye Qing was stunned when he heard this, and a moment of brightness appeared in his chaotic mind.
He Wen continued: "But if he was seriously injured and unable to crawl, but he also had the ability to turn his body, then after he fell, his eyes would follow the murderer, right?"
"His head was facing southwest. Could it be that the murderer left through the main entrance?"
