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Chapter 150 Story (2)

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    The story from a year agoXu Qi'an's mood changed from disappointment to excitement. There is no doubt that the so-called stories of Hengyuan are mostly the stories of Henghui and Princess Pingyang.

    What happened to the two of them is the key to solving the Sangbo case.  So far, the Yaozu has not shown up, only one Henghui made waves by relying on the sealed item, which makes people ponder, what exactly do the remnants of the Wanyao Kingdom want to do?

    Do sabotage?  So far, there is only one case of extermination in Pingyuanbo's mansion, which has a great impact, but the actual damage is not great.  And Henghui can completely kill the Quartet recklessly and bring heavy casualties to the capital.  But he didn't do that.

    Sealed item?  If the target was only a sealed item, then Henghui would have left the capital long ago.

    "The case between Monk Henghui and the princess of Pingyang has already overwhelmed the case of SangboI always feel that the people behind are deliberately exposing Henghui to the sun"

    Yang Yan tapped the tip of the gun lightly, and the air machine smashed the sleeves of Monk Hengyuan. A pair of muscular arms contained powerful strength, but they were by no means monsters.

    "Heng Hui is indeed dead. He died a year ago. The survivors are only walking corpses. He has been freed. This is not a conspiracy." Heng Yuan looked at his junior brother who was close at hand, and there seemed to be dark clouds gathering in his eyes  .

    In a few moments, the clouds in Hengyuan's eyes collapsed, and the past poured down like a torrential rain

    Heng Hui was sent to Qinglong Temple by his parents when he was six years old. He was a child with aura in his eyes. He was immediately spotted by the abbot Panshu monk and accepted as an apprentice.

    Heng Hui's enlightenment was completed when his senior brother Heng Yuan sat down. This burly senior brother with a bitter appearance and a deep hatred taught him how to read and write, meditate and chant scriptures, and at the same time taught him the principles of life.

    He has a father-like respect and love for this brother.

    Years passed in a blink of an eye, and the clever little monk grew into a handsome monk with delicate features.  He originally thought that he would spend the fleeting years with the ancient Buddha's green lamp just like his master and senior brothers.

    ? Until one day, he met a girl

    It was a sunny spring day. He was washing clothes in the stream, and saw a handkerchief falling down the stream. He picked it up subconsciously, and a clear voice like an oriole came to his ears:

    "Master, that is my handkerchief, can you return it to me?"

    Heng Hui raised her gaze and saw a slim woman standing beside the bluestone upstream. She was wearing a lotus-colored long skirt and combed the long hair of a young girl who had never left the pavilion.  Eye.

    "The female benefactor is a pilgrim in the temple?"

    "Why, I said I'm not a pilgrim, so you're not going to return my handkerchief." She pinched her waist, pretending to be coquettish.

    "No, no, the little monk just felt that the benefactor was unfamiliar." He explained and offered the handkerchief with both hands.

    "Hmph, you only know how to bow your head to do things and chant scriptures every day, and you don't see pilgrims in your eyes."

    "How does the benefactor know?"

    "Because I've been following you for a long time."

    It was the first time they met on a bright spring afternoon, with the gurgling stream flowing.

    The acquaintance and acquaintance of two people is a natural process.

    When Henghui was meditating, the young girl was by her side, looking at the forbidden books in her boudoir to pass the time, or fanning her fan lightly, holding her chin, staring at Henghui's focused face in a daze.

    Occasionally teases him with dogtail grass, so that he can't concentrate on meditation, which annoys Monk Jun very much.  He said angrily: If you are like this, the little monk will retreat.

    She always sticks out the tip of her tongue and doesn't apologize sincerely.

    Sometimes they will go on a mountain tour together. The scenery of Baifeng Mountain is beautiful. When spring comes, the mountains and plains are full of flowers. She smiles in the bushes, and she can't tell whether the flowers are beautiful or the people are more beautiful.

    Gradually, rumors about the two of them spread among the monks in Qinglong Temple, saying that he was not clean, had broken the precept of sex, and was a lewd monk.

    In front of the Buddha sculpture, the master asked him three questions: whether he is still devout to the Buddha; whether he is interested in the woman; whether he wants to return to vulgarity.

    He firmly said that he is still devout to Buddha;

    For this, the abbot has only one request: not to speak to her again.

    As for why he stopped seeing her and didn't let her enter the temple, Heng Hui later found out that it wasn't that the abbot didn't want to, but that he couldn't do it.

    She is Princess Pingyang, the daughter of King Yu.

    From that day on, Heng Hui really ignored her, closed her eyes and meditated whenever she came, and remained indifferent to her teasing and pranks.

    She came every day full of expectations, but left disappointed and lonely.

    "Monk, this flower is good?Will it be here in a year?  "

    This is also the doubt in everyone's mind.

    It is impossible for a person to be resurrected after death.

    "He is already dead." Heng Yuan said something that no one could understand.

    "He died a year ago, and was sealed in his body with his soul by a secret method, turning him into an unconscious walking corpse. During this year, what supported him was revenge. It was the bloody vengeance of Princess Pingyang.

    "If you don't believe me, just take it back to the Yamen for inspection by Wu."

    "Who saved him?" a gold gong asked.

    Heng Yuan shook his head.

    That Jin Luo looked at Yang Yan and the others, and said, "Where is the body of Princess Pingyang? Take us there."

    After a pause, he ordered the surrounding silver gongs: "Send Henghui's body back to the Yamen."

    Several Jin Luo escorted Heng Yuan out of the small courtyard, gave him a horse, and the group left the city in a mighty manner.

    Xu Qi'an was riding on the horse, feeling a little heavy. He was speechless for a long time, and after a long time, he whispered: "Is that Hengyuan? Is it possible to be seized or controlled?"

    The gray cat laying on his shoulder said lazily: "It's Hengyuan, heh, although I can't be hopeful, I have my own means to tell the truth from the fake."

    "Is Heng Hui really dead?" Xu Qi'an didn't quite believe it.

    "His life or death is not the key to the case," the gray cat said in a low voice. "He is a puppet himself. With the magic hand gone, his life and death are no longer important to the people behind the scenes. You should be happy that the case is solved better than the case."  It's easier than you think."

    "I really can't be happy, Princess Henghui and Pingyang are poor people." Xu Qi'an twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile without a smile on his face.

    He sighed and changed the subject: "There is something wrong with Heng Hui's case, it seems that someone behind the scenes deliberately pushed it to the front."

    At the junction of Taikang County and Changle County, in a certain barren hill, Hengyuan trekked and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

    The process was inefficient and slow. He told the golden gongs that Henghui only told him the general location, telling him that Princess Pingyang was buried at the root of an old pagoda tree surrounded by three people.

    The gold and silver gongs spread out around Hengyuan, guarding him in the center to prevent him from escaping.

    Half an hour later, they found the old locust tree. The three silver gongs cut down the bushes and weeds under the locust tree, and used their sabers as shovels. After digging for a while, the black soil revealed bones.

    "My lord, I found it." Yin Luo shouted back excitedly.

    "Dig it out!" Nangong Qianrou said in a deep voice.

    The bones of Princess Pingyang were exposed to everyone's eyes little by little. After more than a year, she finally reappeared.

    The flesh and blood have rotted away, leaving only a white bone with tattered cloth strips attached, which should be the clothes worn before death.  In addition, a gold hairpin with a dull color was found between the throat and the chest and abdomen of the corpse.

    Just as Hengyuan said, she committed suicide by swallowing a hairpin.

    "Amitabha." Heng Yuan couldn't bear to look any more, closed his eyes, and recited the Buddha's name in pain.

    "There is nothing else to prove that this corpse must belong to Princess Pingyang." Jiang Lvzhong frowned.

    "This is normal." While the golden gongs were pondering, Xu Qi'an walked under the locust tree, and said: "Princess Pingyang elopes with her lover, so she must disguise herself, and she will not bring valuables on her body to attract the attention of others.

    "Let's bury the bones first, bring them back to the yamen, and then send someone to inform Prince Yu's residence, maybe Prince Yu will recognize this golden hairpin."

    After the bones were buried, everyone walked towards the outside of the mountain. Jiang Lvzhong patted Xu Qi'an on the shoulder: "Good job."

    Yang Yan, who doesn't like to talk, nodded slightly, and said unprecedentedly: "You are the first to contribute to this case. Even if the Sangbo case is not found out in the end, His Majesty will most likely absolve you of the crime."

    Just as Xu Qi'an was about to speak, he felt as if a knife had been cut across his back.

    He didn't need to turn his head to know that the sharp gaze came from Zhu Jinluo.

    ps: It is a relief to be able to conclude the Sangbo case today.

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