On the other side, Baiyun Temple.
Wenxuan had just finished drawing a talisman when he glanced at the mobile phone on the table. After thinking about it, he picked it up and prepared to play with it for a while before continuing to draw talismans. After all, work should be combined with rest.
As soon as he opened the video-watching software, he saw that the platform pushed him the latest scandal about Yanling Temple. The title of the content was: So this is the truth about becoming a Buddha.
Wenxuan looked at the mosaic photo, but couldn't make out anything. He quickly opened the comment section to see what was going on.
Fortunately, the first comment with the most likes and replies summarized what happened.
After reading this long summary, Wenxuan's brows were filled with shock. He never expected that the flesh-and-blood Buddha of Yanling Temple was formed in this way. It was too cruel and inhumane.
He remembered that the deceased abbot of Yanling Temple was quite familiar with Master Jingchen. He had visited their Taoist temple twice before and was received by Master Jingchen both times.
Now the abbot who has passed away has died inexplicably, and I don’t know if my uncle has received the news.
However, as the abbot, he could not have been unaware of the matter of the Buddha in the flesh. It was even possible that he was the one who proposed this cruel method.
Wenxuan collected himself and felt that he had to inform his uncle about this matter. He then stood up with his cell phone, left the house, and walked towards Jingchen's residence.
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In the yard.
Wenxuan walked to the stone table and stopped. Looking at Jingchen who was sitting and playing chess with him, he said, "Uncle Master, something big has happened!"
Jingchen looked up at him when he heard that, "What's wrong?"
"Abbot Yuanji is dead!" Wenxuan raised his voice subconsciously.
Jingchen paused as he gripped the chess piece, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Where did you get this information?"
Wenxuan pursed his lips and quickly handed him the unlocked phone. "I saw this while watching videos. Someone in the comments section summarized what happened."
Jingchen took the phone and looked down at the screen, "Is this news really true?"
"Yes, it's going viral online. Many tourists who went to burn incense witnessed the scene firsthand." Wenxuan nodded. "I didn't expect the flesh-and-blood Buddha in Yanling Temple to be formed in this way. This incident must be related to the deceased abbot. I just don't know who killed him."
He paused, then continued, "And I also saw someone say that the Word Spirit Temple has long been deserted, and the monks and disciples inside have all run away."
Jingchen fumbled with the chess piece in his hand, his eyes flickering. "Are there any of these pictures without mosaics? I want to see what the original pictures look like."
"No." Wenxuan scratched his head. "I guess the original picture is too bloody and scary. If it is posted directly, it will be blocked by the platform. It can only be posted with mosaics."
Jingchen returned the phone to him and said, "Alright, I understand. Go back and do your thing."
"Okay, uncle." Wenxuan took the phone and put it in his pocket, then turned around and left.
Jingchen glanced at his departing back, threw the chess piece he was holding in his fingertips back into the chess box, still thinking about the things at Yanling Temple.
Yuanji was quite powerful, and no one should be able to hurt him. He also had no enemies with anyone. So who killed him for no reason?
As for his body, whether he originally died in the Flesh Buddha Temple or was later thrown there by the murderer, this is something worth pondering.
Jingchen collected his thoughts, stood up from the stone bench, and prepared to go to Yanling Temple to see what was going on.
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When Jingchen arrived at Yanling Temple, it was full of police cars and the scene was cordoned off.
There are also people guarding the entrances and exits.
But this did not pose a problem for Jingchen. After using an invisibility talisman on himself, he walked straight in.
He came to the Flesh and Blood Buddha Temple with ease, and saw policemen inside taking pictures of the scene with cameras to collect evidence. There was no deceased body on the ground, but there were still bloodstains and marks made with chalk.
Jingchen withdrew his gaze and it fell on the flesh-and-blood Buddha statues in the hall. He frowned slightly, somewhat surprised that these originally sculpted flesh-and-blood Buddha statues had turned into such a miserable state of death.
It seems like someone did this on purpose to reveal the truth about the formation of this Buddha in the flesh.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the work of the person who killed Yuanji.
In addition, the moment he stepped into the hall, he discovered that the seal that originally suppressed the souls in the hall was gone.
The whereabouts of those suppressed souls are unknown, and even the souls after death are not here. It is too strange.
Could it be that the other party had taken care of all the souls that were originally in the temple as well as the souls that had passed away?
Somehow, the figure of Li Shu suddenly flashed through Jingchen's mind.
That time, he rushed to the mental hospital where he was refining corpses, and also found that all the wandering ghosts there had been cleared out.
Putting aside other things, the methods used in these two things are almost the same, and if it was Li Shu who did it, she really did not have the ability to kill Yuanji.
In addition, with Li Shu's Taoism, she can guess at a glance how this flesh-and-blood Buddha was sculpted, and she can also discover the seal in the temple and the suppressed souls.
Although he didn't have much contact with Li Shu, he could guess that she would not sit idly by after seeing all this.
Thinking of this, Jingchen felt that Li Shu was more and more suspicious.
Now we just need to determine Li Shu’s whereabouts in the past two days.
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After staying in Yanling Temple for a short time, Jingchen returned to Baiyun Temple and asked someone to call Wenxuan over for him.
"Uncle Master, what do you want from me?"
Jingchen raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes moved slightly, and he said slowly: "Wenxuan, have you contacted Miss Li recently?"
Wenxuan nodded, "Yes."
Jingchen picked up the teacup, blew off the foam, and then took a sip of tea. As if casually asking, "Is Miss Li busy recently?"
"She was very busy the past two days. She went to participate in the recording of a program and just returned to Beijing today." Wenxuan said.
"Oh?" Jingchen put down his teacup and asked curiously, "Where was it recorded?"
"It's right next door, City T." Wenxuan said, "What a coincidence! Isn't it the city where the Word Spirit Temple is located?"
Jingchen's eyes flickered. It was indeed a coincidence, so coincidental that it couldn't be more coincidental. He was now 90% sure that Li Shu was the one who did it in the Yanling Temple incident.
"Then she must have been to the Word Spirit Temple when she went there to record the show. After all, the Word Spirit Temple is so famous."
Wenxuan scratched his hair and said, "I don't know about that, but I just told her what happened in Yanling Temple."
Jingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Did she say anything?"
Wenxuan shook his head, "She didn't say anything, just said she knew."
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