Jiang Si shook his head and refused, his tone was quite gentle: "No, I'm just walking around to get some fresh air. If you want to find someone to inquire about something, it's not convenient for me to follow you."

"Well, don't go too far and be careful."

The two nodded to each other and went in different directions.

Jiang Zhan took a while to react, and he caught up with Yu Jin and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Yu Qi, were you just asking my fourth sister to come along?"

In front of him?

Yu Jin touched the tip of his nose.

Oops, I ignored Jiang Zhan for a moment.

"Yes, I think Miss Jiang has clearer ideas, and we can discuss any problems we encounter."

Jiang Zhan's face darkened: "You mean I'm stupid?"

Yu Jin chuckled: "Second brother Jiang, let's go together."

"That's more like it."

Jiang Si turned around to look at the two people walking side by side to the other end of the corridor, then walked towards the courtyard gate, with Ah Man following closely behind him.

"Girl, where are you going?"

A murder happened in the dark. The girl is so brave!

“I heard someone crying.”

"Is anyone crying?" Ah Man listened carefully, "No."

Jiang Si ignored Ah Man and quickened his pace to pass through the Moon Gate, pausing slightly.

"Girl, there really is crying!"

Jiang Si looked around, then walked in one direction while holding up the hem of her skirt.

Not far from the Moon Cave Gate, there was a little monk squatting under a tree, his little bald head shining in the moonlight.

It was the little novice who was crying, but she covered her mouth and her crying was very soft.

Jiang Si squatted down beside him: "What's wrong, little master?"

The little monk let go of his hands, looking terrified.

Jiang Si smiled slightly: "It's me, Master, don't you remember me?"

The little girl nodded with tears in her eyes: "Remember, Wool Candy."

Jiang Si motioned for Ah Man to bring the purse over, and took out a bag of silk candy from it and handed it to the little sister: "There are still candies. Little Master, can you tell me why you are crying?"

The little monk was at an innocent age, and as a Buddhist, he had no distractions. Of course, the most important thing was that good-looking people would always make people let down their guard. Hearing Jiang Si's question, he lowered his head and said, "Senior Brother Sikong is so kind. I am so sad—"

Jiang Si sighed and raised his hand to touch the little monk's head, but then he looked at the little bald head and felt it was inappropriate, so he patted his back and comforted him, "Little Master, don't be too sad. Master Sikong must have gone to heaven."

"Really?" The little sister raised her head, her eyes shining.

"Of course, Master Sikong has accomplished his mission after surviving the disaster." Seeing that the little nun's sadness had eased a little, Jiang Si changed his tone and said, "But the body of the man in the well is very pitiful. I heard that people who died unjustly will become wandering ghosts in the world."

The little sister covered her mouth.

"Young Master, are you willing to help him?"

The little nun nodded quickly, then frowned in distress: "How can I help him?"

"Young Master, first tell me if you know that person?"

"Yes, he often stays in the temple."

"Does he know anyone, then?"

The little nun tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked Jiang Si: "Are they people in the temple or pilgrims?"

Jiang Si smiled and said, "As long as you are familiar with it, you can tell me everything, Master."

"Well, as for the temple, the donor came here often and got to know many of the uncles and brothers."

"He even knows the junior master's uncles?"

"Yes, because he comes here often. Once I even saw him talking to Master Xuanci."

"I wonder when he started coming to Lingwu Temple so often?"

The little sister thought for a moment and said, "Two years ago."

Jiang seemed to have a sudden realization, as if he had grasped something. However, it was like seeing flowers in the mist, and he didn't know how to clear away the mist and see the key.

"Which pilgrims is he familiar with?" Jiang Si temporarily kept the strangeness in mind and then asked.

"The pilgrims came and went in the temple, and I didn't pay much attention to them, but I saw him with Miss Li..."

Jiang Si had never expected to hear this from the little sister, so he asked calmly, "What are they doing together?"

"It was quite late at that time. He seemed to have given Miss Li something. I couldn't see it clearly because I was far away."

At this point, Jiang Si was almost certain about the relationship between Liu Sheng and Miss Li.

When Miss Li discovered that the deceased was Liu Sheng in the back mountain, she had a look on her face. As a woman with a keen sense, she felt that the relationship between the two was unusual.

"When was the last time Miss Li came to stay in the temple?"

"Well... about half a month ago." The little sister thought for a while and said.

"Where is the deceased donor Liu? When did he come to stay at the temple recently?"

This time the young nun immediately said, "It was also half a month ago, that time I saw him giving something to Miss Li."

Jiang Si hesitated for a moment, and thought it was better to ask one more question than one less question, and asked, "They all came to stay in the temple half a month ago. Did anything special happen?"

The little sister looked confused.

Jiang Si changed the question: "Or something that impressed Master?"

The young nun finally nodded and said, "Yes, there was a donor who came to stay for a while. She was disguised as a man and was recognized by the brother who arranged the accommodation. He arranged for her to live next to Miss Li."

At this point, the young nun suddenly thought of something: "Oh, that female donor and Miss Li both prayed for amulets, and they prayed for the same kind."

Jiang Si's heart skipped a beat and he asked hurriedly, "Young Master, do you remember how old that donor was and what he looked like?"

The young nun was obviously impressed by the woman: "She looks younger than the female donor, and she is very pretty."

"What's her name? Is she a local?"

"Her surname is Chi, and I have never seen her before."

"When did the donor leave?"

The little sister shook her head: "I don't remember."

After chatting for a while, Jiang Si smiled and said, "Thank you, Master. It's late now. You need to go to bed early so that you can grow taller. Can I ask Ah Man to take you home?"

The young nun waved her hands and said, "I will go back by myself. If the female donor runs around, the brothers will scold her."

Seeing the little sister running away, Jiang Si turned back and happened to see Yu Jin and Jiang Zhan walking over.

The three of them huddled together, exchanging information in low voices.

"I asked the young man, and he said that his mother told me that Lingwu Temple was a dilapidated mountain temple before. After Liu Sheng's mother gave birth to Liu Sheng, people saw how effective the incense was, so they all came to burn incense and worship Buddha. The incense of Lingwu Temple gradually became prosperous..." Yu Jin paused, "In other words, the incense of Lingwu Temple began to flourish after Liu Sheng's mother gave birth to a son."

"I learned from the little nun that Liu Sheng started coming to Lingwu Temple frequently two years ago."

Jiang Zhan interrupted, "I asked another young man about this, and he said that Liu Sheng used to be a lazy person who gambled a lot. His cloth shop closed for a while because of him, but he somehow found the funds to reopen it two years ago."

"Two years ago..." Jiang Si murmured.

There must be something key that was overlooked at that time!