dognovel Chapter 55 Wonderful Pearl
Chapter 55 Wonderful Pearl
"Because the curse weakens the day after Wanshou dies, and the spell is dispelled when the caster dies, this explanation makes sense, right?" Lin Fan said.
Lin Fan paused here because Miao Zhuzi was making small movements under the table.
She stretched out her leg and used her embroidered shoe to measure Lin Fan's calf.
Lin Fan roughly understood that she was reminding him that he had said something wrong, but there was no turning back now that the words had been spoken.
Moreover, Lin Fan didn't believe in this magical bead.
“These two are the experts on strange matters. Please give me your opinion. Is what Constable Chen said correct?” Registrar Jia turned to the monk and the Taoist nun.
“Amitabha, this humble monk is unaware of matters involving curses and killings,” Fakong said.
"Hey, why are you asking him? If you want the secret to making dog meat hot pot, you can ask him. They're pretty good at that," Lin Fan interjected teasingly.
Master Fakong put his palms together and said, "This humble monk uses force to protect the Dharma, and this is how it should be."
Miao Zhuzi bit her lower lip and said, "This humble Taoist's knowledge is inferior to that of my senior brother. If senior brother says so, then so be it."
Lin Fan looked at Miao Zhuzi suspiciously. She had just reminded him that he had said something wrong, so why was she not saying anything now that he was asked to speak?
He felt that she was the one most deserving to speak up and defend herself.
First of all, Wanshou is dead, so the blame for Linglong Temple should be placed on her, the acting abbot.
Surely they wouldn't really consider a "disciple" who's only been a disciple for two days as the mastermind?
Secondly, she just reminded herself that she was wrong, so even from an objective standpoint, she should refute herself.
Lin Fan was even prepared to argue with her.
But I never expected her to protect me at this time. What is she up to?
"Alright, since that's the case, then the truth is pretty much out." Chief Clerk Jia concluded. "Captain Chen, your duty is now complete. Now, get some rest. You've suffered quite a few injuries this time."
"Officer Chen, is your knife still working properly?"
Lin Fan's eyelids twitched, and he replied, "It's barely sharp, nothing special."
Lin Fan knew that he wanted to return the knife. Of course, he didn't want to return it, but it was clear that he couldn't refuse now.
Lin Fan reluctantly handed over the knife.
Clerk Jia took the black blade from Lin Fan's hand, his face showing a nostalgic expression: "The master who bestowed this treasure upon me once said that this blade is a spiritual blade. If I use it often, one day I will be able to control the blade with my mind. As long as I think of the blade, it will fly out on its own to kill the enemy."
"But I've had it for ten years and still haven't figured out how to control the sword with my mind. I thought it was because I was just not good enough. Now it seems that even Officer Chen is no good. That so-called master is probably just a charlatan."
"How about I keep it for a few more days? Maybe it will come in handy," Lin Fan suggested tentatively.
“No need to trouble yourself.” Clerk Jia changed the subject and said to Mu Qingfeng, “Qingfeng, send someone to take good care of Daoist Miaozhu and Constable Chen. They are distinguished guests and should not be neglected.”
Everyone understood what Clerk Jia meant: Lin Fan was already a suspect, while Miao Zhuzi was now the prime suspect in the Ma family case.
Mu Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, but said nothing and simply replied, "Yes."
After saying a few casual words, Clerk Jia saw everyone off.
"Close the doors and windows to prevent theft."
As soon as Lin Fan and the others stepped outside, they heard the night watchman's shouts coming from the street.
"It's past 9 PM," Mu Qingfeng said softly. "I didn't expect to be busy until so late."
"Let's go see how Xiao Wu's investigation is going. Why hasn't he come back yet, it's so late?" Lin Fan suggested.
He had previously asked Xiao Wu to check the file of Feng Xufeng, who had become a monk, at the Zhaoxuan Division. This is the only part that remains to be investigated.
“I have nothing else to do anyway, can I go for a walk with you, Senior Brother?” Miaozhuzi chimed in.
Mu Qingfeng glanced at the two of them. Although they were still assistants, Chief Clerk Jia had not said anything about restricting their freedom.
However, as time went on, the likelihood of them escaping increased.
After thinking for a moment, Mu Qingfeng replied, "Boss, Daoist Miaozhu, you two should rest first. I'll go check on Xiao Wu."
Lin Fan sat down right at the entrance of the yamen: "Okay, go and come back quickly. I'll wait for you here. Once this is over, I can finally get some rest."
Miao Zhuzi stood beside Lin Fan, a wide Taoist robe draped over her slender body.
Mu Qingfeng spurred his horse and rode away like the wind.
Lin Fan casually remarked, as if making a casual conversation, "Daoist Miaozhu, are you still unwilling to reveal your purpose? I really don't understand what you're up to."
Lin Fan's meaning was very clear: Miao Zhuzi would most likely take responsibility for the Ma family massacre in place of the snake-skinned Taoist priest. Even if she had some schemes, it was impossible for her to put herself in jail as part of the plan, right?
"No, senior brother, I have no purpose. If you want me to catch it, I will catch it. If you tell me to go in, I will go in."
"You..." Lin Fan would rather she gave a wicked smile and then revealed a shocking plan; the more she did that, the angrier Lin Fan became.
"You must have a reason for doing this, right? You can't just say that?" Lin Fan tried to change his perspective.
"Of course I can, but it would seem pretentious for me to say it. But since you asked, I will tell you, and you can listen."
Miaozhuzi gathered her hair, pinched the braid on her shoulder with two fingers, and played with it carefully.
"It's not a very interesting love story; it starts with a girl meeting a man." Miaozhuzi's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia.
Lin Fan waved his hand to interrupt her.
"Alright, if it's not interesting, then stop talking. If you're just trying to make up some cheesy story to fob me off, then forget it. Or can we just skip to the part that's relevant to me?"
Miao Zhuzi sighed, gathered her thoughts, and said, "It has nothing to do with Senior Brother. It's just because Senior Brother is the Fifth Senior Brother."
Lin Fan remained silent, it seemed there was no hope of getting any information from her; she just kept making small talk and going in circles, showing no intention of hearing anything useful.
The two were speechless for a moment.
"Senior brother," Miaozhuzi broke the silence, "do you think living in this world is meaningful?"
“Living here is meaningless,” Lin Fan said, touching the “cell phone fragments” in his pocket. “But maybe there is a place where most people can live happily.”
“I don’t think there is such a place in the world as my senior brother described.” Miao Zhuzi looked at the dark sky.
"Senior brother, you haven't been in the Taoist sect for long, so you may not know what a disciple is. A disciple must not offend or disobey his or her master. I have been in the Taoist sect for fourteen years and have had four different masters. I have done everything you can imagine and everything you can't imagine."
“If most Taoist practices didn’t require one to be a virgin to cultivate, they would definitely have made me do much more.”
She phrased it too euphemistically, and Lin Fan only had a vague understanding, so he could only guess at the general idea.
However, Lin Fan didn't want to know exactly how sordid these things were, and simply continued to listen quietly.
"I cannot choose my birth, nor can I choose the first master to whom my parents sold me."
Miao Zhuzi leaned against the door frame and slowly sat down, her face calm, as if she would no longer talk about her own affairs.
"By the way, I heard that the next Taoist priest to take over Linglong Temple knows the Yin-Yang Harmony Method, which may allow him to cultivate without needing to be a virgin."