Chapter 175 Liang Jishen's Tears
Liang Jishen stared at him for a long time. "Master, what is your Dharma name?"
"wisdom."
"It means clever." Liang Jishen smiled faintly, his eyes seemed to contain sharp hooks, the edge of which was staring directly at him. "Clever people are most likely to be misled by their own cleverness."
The monk looked ahead calmly.
"How old is the Master of Wisdom?"
"Fifty-two."
Liang Jishen pondered for a moment. "Disciples of the 'Zhi' generation at Puhua Temple have been ordained monks since the late 1990s. You became a monk at the age of 30. Do you have a family?"
The monk said with a sullen expression, "No contact."
Liang Jishen carelessly stroked his cufflinks. "Someone reported that half of the monks at Puhua Temple are fake. Is that true?"
"true."
Zhao Kai said, "He confessed to embezzling three million yuan in incense money, and the abbot embezzled nine million yuan."
Liang Jishen stared at the monk. "You don't smell of cigarettes, you don't smoke. You're in good spirits, you don't take drugs. You dress simply, you don't enjoy luxury. Monks keep records of their departures from the mountain, you only take leave on April 16th of each year. Your meditation room doesn't have any women's items, no poker or mahjong. You're not lustful, you don't gamble, so what's the point of spending your money?"
The monk's mouth was dry and his eyes were evasive.
"Why did you pass by the women's meditation room?"
"I'll deliver vegetarian food."
"Yourself?"
"yes."
"Which meal?"
This process had obviously been repeated more than once. The monk answered fluently, "Evening meal."
"What time is it?"
"Five o'clock."
"Are you sure?"
The monk was stunned. "Sure."
"The pilgrims staying at Puhua Temple break their fast three times a day: at 8 a.m., 2 p.m., and 8 p.m. Will you deliver the fast at 5 a.m.?"
The monk's breathing was a little disordered. "Anyway... I saw with my own eyes that Miss He raised the Guanyin statue and hit Mr. Hu!"
Zhao Kai glared, "Haven't you been practicing in the temple for twenty years? Don't you remember what time to break your fast?"
"Of course he remembers." Liang Jishen smiled intriguingly. "Breaking fast at 5:00, reciting the evening scriptures at 5:30, and resting together at 10:00, this is the schedule of a real monk. Bringing food to the female pilgrims' meditation room at 8:00, bathing and spending the night together after the meal, this is the schedule of a fake monk. I asked nine questions, but I chose to ask the key one at the end. You've been breaking fast at 5:00 for twenty years, so I blurted it out without thinking. There's no reason for you to pass by He Sang's meditation room."
The monk's limbs stiffened.
"You were the abbot's eldest disciple, originally living next door to him. Later, Puhua Temple allowed women to entertain them for pleasure, so you moved to the backyard alone. You never even attended the abbot's lectures in the incense hall." Liang Jishen circled him, taking a step and stopping. "You're a high-ranking monk, and you can't stand the filth in the temple. You're not on good terms with the abbot, and you don't even have anything to do with fake monks. You embezzled three million in incense money. Will the abbot give you a chance?"
The monk's breathing became more and more rapid. "You are just guessing! I moved to the backyard to get some peace and quiet."
"Which hand did it?"
Zhao Kai interrupted, "I checked, it's the right hand."
"Right hand?" Liang Jishen chuckled inexplicably, making the monk feel creepy.
He turned around and handed He Sang a spoon. "Eat it yourself. You still have to take notes after you finish eating."
He Sang was about to take the spoon, but Liang Jishen pretended to wipe it, avoiding her. After wiping the handle of the spoon, he leaned directly towards her left hand.
She took hold of it.
The man leaned forward and lowered his voice deliberately, "You still can't use your strength after treatment?"
He Sang was worried about saying something wrong, so he simply kept silent.
The monk's psychological defenses began to collapse. It turned out that there was something wrong with her right hand. It was weak and she was left-handed.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I misremembered...it was my left hand that hit me."
Liang Jishen straightened up and raised the corner of his lips, "Left hand?"
Once your mentality is controlled, it will either collapse or everything will collapse, especially in the police station where the pressure is already great. The monk sweated, "It's the left hand!"
Liang Jishen smiled. "Director Zhao, the fingerprint test showed the fingerprint of the right hand, right? Is this witness trustworthy?"
Zhao Kai frowned. This was his first time handling a case across provinces where the incident took place in a temple. Since Gu Jianghai was in charge of the on-site investigation, the case report he submitted did not indicate the specific meal time at Puhua Temple. It only noted that the monk went to the meditation room to deliver food and saw He Sang beating Hu Dafa. The whole process was detailed, but Zhao Kai neglected to dig out this detail.
The main reason is that Puhua Temple is too special. There are actually a large number of fake monks kept in it, and it has even become a secret in the upper class circle. Zhao Kai and Gu Jianghai had no idea about it before. Even the way these monks deliver food has hidden secrets.
"Take him back for retrial! Who is the employer? Where did the three million come from? A thorough investigation! What a rubbish witness!"
The police took the monk into the interrogation room. Zhao Kai asked, "Did you go to investigate?"
Liang Jishen unbuttoned his suit and said, "She's my own woman, if I don't care about her, who will? You have too many big cases on your hands, I can't rely on you."
Zhao Kaile laughed, "You blame me?"
"I don't blame you."
Liang Jishen stared at He Sang. Her tense nerves relaxed a lot after he appeared. She drank her porridge quietly and obediently. The light bulbs in the corridor were dazzling white. She still had the same bun as when she attended the funeral in the morning, slightly messy, sticking to her snow-white neck. The porridge was warm, and she ate quickly. A layer of beautiful and attractive pink appeared on her pale skin.
"Puhua Temple and the pilgrims were covering for each other. The account books and lists were all falsified to target you. Zhou Kun got wind of the situation and learned that the temple was not clean, so I started paying attention."
Zhou Kun is known as the "know-it-all" in Hebei Province and is very well-informed.
Zhao Kai reminded Liang Jishen, "He Sang's level of self-defense far exceeded the level of Hu Dafa's assault. She is absolutely criminally responsible. You should first find a witness. Once you have one, you can consider suspending her sentence or even finding her not guilty."
Liang Ji was well versed in the law and did not embarrass Zhao Kai any further. "Take good care of her."
He walked over and squatted down. He Sang stopped eating instantly, put down the spoon, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and said with a gleam in his eyes, "Are you taking me away?"
The man closed his eyes and lowered his head.
At that moment, Liang Jishen really planned to just leave.
If he was an ordinary businessman, he would not care about right or wrong, good or evil. He would only protect his woman and would not touch her at all. He would first go to the hospital to kill Hu Dafa, then kill Mrs. Hu, and write a check to the Hu and Li families to buy their lives.
Unfortunately he is not.
He used to be a defender of justice. Even if he took off that armor, he would be a defender for a day and for the rest of his life. He had no right to act recklessly. If he wanted to protect He Sang, he had to do it the right way.
Liang Jishen raised his head, his eyes slightly red. He opened his mouth, his voice choked with sobs. After a long while, he finally found his voice and said, "I can't take you away yet."
He Sang lowered his eyes, silently.
The man grabbed her hand that was resting on her knee and said, "Believe me."
She shed a tear, which landed right on the base of his thumb. Liang Ji kissed her deeply, sucked it away, and let it spread over the root of his tongue, like a needle tip. It was clearly moist and soft, but it cut his throat sore.
"Do you believe me?" he asked again.
He Sang slowly raised his head and said, "Believe it."
Liang Jishen rested his forehead on her palm for a while, then stood up silently and went downstairs.
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