Chapter 106

If it wasn't for washing away the dirt, Lin Shiyi hadn't found that his skin was so white. He really looked like an alien.

Lin Shi glanced at him and asked a few more questions. He just laughed and avoided talking about the past.

If you want to come, you may as well.

After several people were placed, she and Mallow opened a room on the other side.

At the gate of the inn, there was a porter who specialized in delivering things. Lin Shiyi took a ingot of silver and thrust a letter to him, saying, "please help me deliver it to Yang's house in the capital overnight."

The porter didn't walk at night, but he weighed the weight of the silver, took the envelope and left without hesitation.

Lin Shiyi gave a cold smile. This time, he had to rely on Yang Huai's help.

When he woke up in the morning, Lin Shiyi changed his clothes early, put on a mask and waited at the door.

Magistrate song's carriage came slowly.

It's just that there is a little carriage behind the carriage. I don't know who it is.

Lin Shi was puzzled. The magistrate of the Song Dynasty glanced at him and said, "it's the magistrate here. He called in all night yesterday, but he couldn't tell why."

Lin Shiyi knows that if the temple dares to be so arrogant, there must be one layer after another. Presumably, the county magistrate can not escape the responsibility.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the west hill.

"My Lord, it's hard to climb the western mountain. I don't need your hard work. Why don't you go up and take people down first?" The magistrate ran out of the carriage with a sharp mouth and a monkey's cheek. He was dressed in a broad official who didn't fit his figure. His voice was sharp and flattering.

At a glance, Lin felt that this man was not a good one.

With a cold hum, the magistrate of song walked towards the west mountain without saying a word.

The magistrate was embarrassed and scratched his head. He looked at Lin Shiyi standing on one side and looked at himself. Thinking of what the ghost girl had said to the magistrate, he glared round and hummed and rushed to catch up.

I just don't know why, but no one came down from the mountain today.

Even if those people make mistakes, they don't dare to fight against the song magistrate. Lin Shi thought of it.

When the sun was shining, all the people went up to the west mountain.

Today, it's sunny and windy. It's not cold on the top of the west mountain. The mist is light. Lin Shiyi can see the layout around him clearly.

The terrain here is steep. The Bodhisattva temple is located on the edge of the cliff. In foggy weather, if you are careless, you are likely to fall off the cliff, not to mention there is no fence around.

The magistrate of Song Dynasty looked around and looked at the vermilion gate. The carvings on it were exquisite, and it seemed that it was made by a famous artist.

There are many inscriptions written by literati on the wall. The incense burner outside the door is quietly placed, but no one offers incense.

Everything seems as usual, but it seems a little strange.

As they pushed the door in, several sweepers raised their heads and watched the magistrate and the county magistrate coming. They were stunned, left their brooms and ran inside.

"What are you doing?" Lin Shi, with a quick eye and a quick hand, rushed forward to catch the little monk.

I never thought that little Shami had Kung Fu in his hand, but it was just a three legged Kung Fu. Lin Shiyi used three points of Kung Fu, and several little Shami were overturned on the ground.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The magistrate of song stepped forward and said in a cold voice.

Tone, with a bit fierce and angry, momentum.

The little monk put his hands together, lowered his head and kept reciting Amitabha. Looking at the appearance of the magistrate, he could not say clearly.

After pressing questions, a man said intermittently, "there was a master in the temple who passed away yesterday. Today, there are no guests in the Bodhisattva temple."

Lin Shiyi's heart was startled. He rushed forward and said angrily, "what monk has passed away?"

"This This... " Little monk's face was pale. Seeing Lin Shiyi suddenly rushing to grab his collar, he was in a panic. He couldn't breathe out. He twitched for a moment, and then he foamed and fainted.

Lin Shiyi frowned and looked at him like this. He didn't know whether he was pretending or really smoking.

But a monk suddenly passed away. Lin Shiyi felt that it was the monk who died yesterday.

All this must be man-made.

Walking into the temple, Lin Shi took the magistrate to yesterday's Bodhisattva sitting behind the lotus, but without the monk's mechanism, he couldn't open it.

Lin Shiyi's face sank. Looking back at the magistrate's proud look, he knew that they were complicit.

All the monks in the Bodhisattva Temple went to pass the time for the master. At that time, there were only a few monks in the Bodhisattva Temple who would not go to the little monk. I think they had received the news for a long time.

Lin Shi was annoyed that they had the ability to prepare all night!

"I'm afraid the girl is not in a daze, is she? The Bodhisattva temple has always been seeking peace. How can there be such a thing? " The magistrate shrugged and said with a smile, with a sarcastic look in his words.

Lin Shiyi rolled his eyes and glared at the magistrate.

"The man you took away yesterday is there. Come on Lin Shiyi turned his head, grabbed the little monk and yelled.Looking at Lin Shiyi's appearance and his strength, the little monk cried and said in a low voice, "I don't know. I don't know anything else. I just know that there seems to be a place for abandoned Buddha statues here..."

"Take us!" Lin Shiyi said angrily.

Little Shami, who admitted his bad luck, bowed his head and did not dare to look at the magistrate, led the way in front of him.

The magistrate, looking around, deliberately stopped and didn't know where to go.

Little monk is familiar with the way, and obviously knows the inside story. When he pushed the door in, he suddenly heard a roar, "let me out!"

Lin Shi was startled and took a close look. It was dark here, hidden in the depths of the Bodhisattva temple. The iron railings were crisscross, and there was a slight sound of dripping water.

The smell of rust came from the air. Lin Shi frowned and looked up. It was really in the dungeon.

"What's going on?" The song magistrate asked coldly.

"It was yesterday that the mage said he had stolen." Said little Sami.

"Nonsense, when did I steal! Let me out. Do you know who I am? " Yang Huai's angry voice interrupted the little monk. With the intention of killing him, he should have been forced.

The magistrate of song lowered his face and raised his voice. "Is it right that he should be imprisoned privately? Don't let it out quickly

How dare little Shami say no? He hurried to get the key with the magistrate and master song, leaving Lin shi11 in the dungeon.

When Lin Shiyi saw them go away, he walked slowly to the door and looked at Yang Huai.

He was dressed in rags and painted. He was probably beaten hard yesterday. He was kicking the iron railings around.