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Baiyun Temple has stood for many years and has a large number of believers. There are many dignitaries among them. In the past, Princess Nanyang was the most respected. After Princess Nanyang died of illness seven years ago, Xue Governor's wife was the most respected.

When Mrs. Xue came forward to plead for mercy, the princess had to give her some face.

Ci En immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, this disciple will definitely handle this matter."

Master Pushan wrote a letter with just a few sentences. When the letter was sent out of the temple, he was stopped ruthlessly.

"The princess has an order. No one is allowed to enter or leave Baiyun Temple until the case is ascertained."

The messenger was a temple-protecting monk. This monk was tall and had bright eyes. He was obviously a master. Hearing this, he snorted coldly: "The poor monk is going to the Jingzhou Governor's Office to deliver a message to the old lady. How dare you, a private soldier, block the way?"

This private soldier is very young, neither tall nor short, with handsome features, and speaks slowly and calmly: "I am acting on the orders of the princess. I will be guarding outside the temple gate today. No one can escape from under my nose."

The monk was very angry and clenched his big fist.

The young soldier was not afraid at all. He said hello, and immediately more than a dozen soldiers gathered around him, each with their fists clenched.

The monk had no choice but to suppress his anger and turned around and returned to the temple.

The soldiers all sneered.

"Xiao Tian, ​​you really expected me." A soldier smiled and praised the young soldier: "These monks have committed a crime, and they really want to find a backer to complain."

The young guard is Oda, the sharp archer of the Second Battalion of the Guards.

During the suppression of bandits in Li County, Xiaotian made great contributions and was promoted to captain. Today, Meng Dashan left a hundred people to guard Baiyun Temple, including Xiaotian's team.

Although Oda is young, he is very solid in his skills, has excellent archery skills, and is very careful and good at hiding and tracking. Everyone among the soldiers was convinced by him.

Xiaotian's eyes flashed and he whispered: "Everyone, cheer up and patrol everywhere. Especially the back and side doors, you must guard them."

Then arrange it one by one. Sure enough, half an hour later, another monk was stopped who wanted to go out through the back door.

Half a day later, a messenger monk who climbed over the wall was caught again.

Ci'en jumped up in anger, rushed to Xiaotian, pointed at his nose and cursed.

The soldiers couldn't swallow their arrogance and surrounded Ci'en expressionlessly. They only waited for the captain's order to beat the arrogant and rude monk into a pig's head.

Xiao Tian was able to keep his composure, and after Ci En finished scolding him, he said calmly: "If Baiyun Temple is really innocent, why are you so eager to deliver the letter?"

Ci En was speechless.

Xiaotian added: "I have sent someone to report this matter to the princess. Please go back to the temple and wait. If there is any change again, don't blame me for being rude."

Oda has a delicate face and a soft-spoken voice. He is not cruel at all when he says harsh words.

But for some reason, Ci En felt chilly in her heart.

Ci En said a few words in a stern voice and turned around angrily.

Xiaotian snorted in his heart.

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Baiyun Temple is about twenty miles away from the county government office. It can be reached in half an hour by horseback.

After listening to the message from the soldiers, Jiang Shaohua twitched his lips sarcastically and looked at Chen Zhuo: "No wonder Baiyun Temple is so arrogant. It turns out that Governor Xue is his backer."

There are forty states in Daliang, and Nanyang County is located in Jingzhou. Theoretically speaking, Xue Ren, the governor of Jingzhou, was the local emperor in Jingzhou.

Mrs. Xue is a second-grade imperial concubine granted by the imperial court and has a noble status. Even when Jiang Shaohua meets him, he must be treated with courtesy. Chen Zhuo was silent for a moment, ordered everyone to step back, and then said in a low voice: "Princess, when the prince was alive, he had a good relationship with Governor Xue. Princess, for the sake of Baiyun Temple, she was unhappy with Governor Xue. I'm afraid the gain is not worth the loss."

From the beginning, Chen Zhuo did not agree with the princess's "plan".

However, the princess was determined and could not stop her even if she wanted to.

The thief who died in Baiyun Temple was a death row prisoner found from the silver mine. He was already seriously ill and had not yet died. He exchanged his life for 500 taels of Anjia's silver to give his wife, children and mother a stable life for the rest of their lives.

The princess used this murder case to seal Baiyun Temple.

"President Xue is not a fool. How could he be willing to quarrel with the Nanyang Palace for the sake of Baiyun Temple?" Jiang Shaohua smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Chen Changshi, I know it well."

Chen Zhuo sighed secretly and stopped talking. Then he said: "Magistrate Lei County has sent a man to go to Baiyun Temple to inspect the body."

Jiang Shaohua said calmly: "When the autopsy results come out, the county government can investigate the case first. However, the court interrogation will have to wait until Yang Judi comes."

Poor Yang Zheng was once again used as a shield by the princess.

Chen Changshi silently sympathized with Yang for the trial.

The next day, Magistrate Lei came with the autopsy results.

The woodshed door was locked and there was no sign of it being opened. No outsiders sneaked into Baiyun Temple. The thief was beaten with sticks before he died, and suffered a fatal wound on his forehead. He probably died from a heavy blow to the head with a stick.

The person who accidentally killed the thief was the monk in Baiyun Temple.

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The news spread throughout Zhixian County in just two days, and the people were in an uproar. Many people spontaneously flocked to the county government office, knelt down and kowtowed to plead with the princess.

The princess was not angry, and even appeared in person to comfort the excited people: "Everyone, please stop kneeling and get up quickly."

The princess was young, beautiful and gentle, and some of the brave people among the people shouted boldly: "Princess, there is a Buddha in Baiyun Temple, and the Buddha will not hurt people. There must be a misunderstanding in this murder case."

"Perhaps the thief did something harmful to nature, and Buddha took his life away."

"Yes, yes! It must be so!"

Jiang Shaohua nodded secretly in his heart.

Isn't he just a villain who deserves to die after doing something that is harmful to the world?

This prisoner selected for death had three lives under his command and should have been executed long ago. Later, he was secretly sent to the mountains to dig silver mines, and soon fell seriously ill. There are only two endings, either death from illness or death from exhaustion. Before he died, he exchanged his life for a large sum of money, which was a good deal.

He was also a cruel man. He killed himself with a stick in the woodshed in the middle of the night, even cracking his forehead bones. Crisp and neat, not sloppy at all.

"This princess also doesn't believe that the eminent monks of Baiyun Temple can kill people."

Jiang Shaohua's voice clearly reached the ears of the people: "Don't worry, everyone, the princess has asked Yang Wenxing, who is good at investigating cases, to come to Pheasant County. With Yang Wenxing here, we will definitely find out the murder case and restore Baiyun Temple's innocence."

"Everyone, please go back! Wait until the day of the public trial and come back to the county office. I, the princess, will definitely give justice to Baiyun Temple."

The common people got the princess's personal promise and dispersed with hesitation.

As Yang was rushing to Zhixian County, his ears were itchy and his back felt inexplicably heavy.

This bad premonition of a blame falling from the sky covered Yang Zheng's head like a dark cloud.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but sigh.