Taoist Friends, Please Stay. I Will Not Die If You Die. [Qing Nang Corpse Clothes Part 2: Ghost Pot]

There were footsteps at the door, and a monk hurried into the house and said to the old monk Wei Du: "Abbot, there are many pilgrims in the hall who want to invite Master Yi Du to come out and pay homage to the Dharma body."

The old monk Weidu nodded and said, "Yes, it's almost time."

"I will prepare it right away." The monk turned and left.

"Nizi and Youliang, the two of you go back to the kitchen first and don't show up for now. I have my own arrangements." The old monk Wei Du instructed.

"Yes, uncle." Youliang led Nizi away.

The old monk Wei Du turned his head to glance at the body of Master Yi Du, and murmured, "Brother, yin and yang are like illusions, life and death are like dreams, like illusions and dreams. The Guo family has no heir, and the thousand-year-old secret agreement must be revealed at last…" After that, he sighed, "Fellow Taoist, please stay, I am an immortal Taoist ." He turned around and walked out of the house and went to the front hall.

In the main hall, the air was filled with incense smoke, the crowds were bustling, the sounds of fish chimes were melodious, and the Buddhist chants were lingering.

Wei Du looked over and noticed an old man in a black Taoist robe in the crowd. He was about fifty or sixty years old, with a childlike face and white hair. He had a smile on his face. His right eye was white and his left eye was bright. This man was a one-eyed man…

The old monk Wei Du's heart suddenly sank, and he thought to himself, Nizi said that the person who shot and killed her senior brother was a one-eyed Taoist priest named Fei, could it be this person?

"I'm honored to have a Taoist friend visit my temple. Amitabha, I'm Weidu, the abbot of Foya Temple." Weidu took two steps forward and stood in front of the old Taoist in black, clasping his hands together and asking questions.

In a hurry, the old Taoist in black hurriedly returned the greeting, and blurted out without thinking: "I am Fei Ziyun, Jiexiu…" Then he felt something was wrong and quickly shut up.

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"Oh, it turns out that it is Taoist Master Fei Ziyun, the abbot of Daluo Palace in Jiexiu, Shanxi. Please come to the guest room for tea." The old monk Wei Du knew some of the famous Buddhist and Taoist figures in the Shanxi and Shaanxi areas.

Taoist Priest Fei glanced down and said, "Well, please."

Wei Du also followed the glance and saw a dwarf less than one meter tall in the crowd. His head was as big as a bucket, his eyes were frosty and cold, and his temples were high and bulging. It was obvious that he was a master of the inner martial arts. The two people's eyes met for a moment, and the old monk Wei Du thought to himself that this person should not be underestimated.

"Is this donor a fellow Taoist priest Fei? How about joining us for tea?" Wei Du invited tentatively.

The little dwarf nodded slightly with an expressionless face.

"Okay, thank you, Abbot." Master Fei agreed after obtaining his master's consent.

In the guest room, the old monk Wei Du, Taoist Fei and the little dwarf sat down as host and guest, and a young novice monk served them fragrant tea.

"Master Fei has come to my temple in person. I wonder what advice he has for us?" asked the old monk Wei Du.

Taoist Priest Fei took a sip of hot tea, put down the cup and said, "I heard that your temple is holding a cremation ceremony today. I once met Master Yidu of Shanxi Fengling Temple, so I came here specially to pay my respects. Please forgive me if it is inconvenient."

The old monk Wei Du smiled and said, "Master Fei, you are too polite. Jiexiu Daluo Palace is the best Taoist temple in the world. 'The highest of the Three Pure Ones is called Daluo'. I have heard of it a long time ago, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to see it. Today, I am honored to meet the abbot of Daluo Palace on the occasion of the cremation of Master Yi Du. How can I say it is inconvenient? If my temple has not been welcoming enough, I hope Master Fei will forgive me."

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Taoist Priest Fei bowed and said with a sad face: "Alas, I was shocked to learn that Master Yidu passed away suddenly. I was very sad. I was very comforted to know that the cremation ceremony of Foya Temple was held. But I am puzzled. Master Yidu was a great monk from Hedong. Why didn't he hold a ceremony in Shanxi, but crossed the Yellow River to Shaanxi for cremation?"

The old monk Wei Du thought to himself, this is exactly what I want to know.

This person must be the Taoist priest named Fei who plotted against Senior Brother Yidu as Nizi mentioned. The little dwarf beside him also came with bad intentions. It seems that something is going to happen today. Weidu thought about it and said, "I am also asking the same question."

Taoist Master Fei's face changed slightly, and he said slowly: "I don't understand."

Wei Du said, "A few days ago in the early morning, a donkey cart brought the body of Brother Yi Du to the gate of the mountain. A letter was left behind saying that Master Yi Du had passed away and that they hoped to hold a cremation ceremony on March 16, the birthday of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. At that time, the lay believers in Hedong will come to pay their respects."

"Who left the letter?" the little dwarf suddenly interrupted and asked in a low and gloomy voice.

Wei Du glanced at him and continued, "I found it when I opened the temple gate early in the morning. No one was there. The letter was signed by 'Feng Lingdu Layman'."

"Mr. Fenglingdu?" Taoist Fei asked in confusion.

Wei Du watched coldly. Master Fei's expression didn't seem to be fake. Could it be that it wasn't them who sent the body of Senior Brother Yi Du?

"Yes, I don't know who this 'Fenglingdu Layman' is, but it is a good deed after all, and I am very grateful." Wei Du stared at Master Fei and said word by word.

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At this time, the little dwarf slowly said: "I wonder what disease Master Yidu suffered from that caused his sudden death?"

"Senior brother was not sick, he was shot and died." Wei Du said.

"Since he was shot, it's a homicide. Abbot Weidu, can you call the police?" the little dwarf asked immediately.

"Never." Wei Du replied.

The dwarf's eyes were sharp, and he said gloomily, "I wonder why the abbot didn't call the police? Human life is at stake, is there something else he can't say?"

This little dwarf's words are so sharp that he actually turned the tables… When I examined Yidu's body, I already knew that my senior brother died while guarding the tomb. If I reported the case, it would inevitably involve a lot of unnecessary trouble, so I kept it secret. Today, this person actually revealed the truth. It seems that I have to pay more attention… Weidu thought to himself that all is fair in war, and he needed to provoke this little dwarf.

"Because Senior Brother Yidu had already predicted that he would meet with an unexpected accident before he died, he had left some words…" Weidu deliberately hesitated and spoke vaguely.

"What are you leaving behind?" The little dwarf was a little impatient.

"He said…" Wei Du glanced at Taoist Fei meaningfully, and said, "He will definitely die in the future due to the conspiracy of a Taoist priest. There is no justice for grudges. The human body is just a skin bag and it will be cremated…"

Taoist Master Fei was speechless upon hearing this. The eyelid of his left eye was trembling slightly. The old monk Wei Du had seen it all and knew that his trick had worked.

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Ordinary people would naturally not believe these words, but the little dwarf Song Diweng, who was well versed in the art of Qimen Dunjia, believed it without a doubt. He thought to himself that Master Yidu was indeed an accomplished monk. If he were still alive, he would be willing to make friends with him.

"Alas, the people in this world who can calculate their own life and death must be extraordinary people." Song Diweng sighed sincerely.

"Knock knock…" With the sound of knocking on the door, a monk came in with a letter in his hand, handed it to Abbot Weidu, and then turned and left.

The old monk Wei Du tore open the envelope, read it silently, and then said calmly: "A letter from 'Feng Ling Du'."

Song Diweng and Taoist Fei remained silent, waiting for the old monk Wei Du to speak first.

The old monk Wei Du handed the letter to Taoist Fei with an unusually stern expression.

Taoist Priest Fei read the letter and said, "Fellow Taoist, please stay. Fellow Taoist, immortal Taoist ." Song Diweng couldn't help but stick his head over, and then the expressions of the two suddenly changed drastically…

The letter read: The murderer who killed Master Yidu was Taoist Master Fei Ziyun of Jiexiu Daluo Temple. The signature was Fenglingdu.

"False accusation! This is a false accusation!" Taoist Master Fei blushed and shouted loudly.

Song Diweng frowned, stood up, and walked out without saying a word. His sharp eyes immediately locked onto the monk who was delivering the letter in the crowd. He quickly caught up with him and grabbed the monk's arm.

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"Young master, please stay!" Song Diweng said in a low voice.

"Donor, what's the matter?" The monk looked at the little dwarf in surprise and asked puzzledly.

"Who asked you to forward the letter just now?" Song Diweng asked.

"I don't know. I just felt someone patted me from behind, and then there was this letter in my hand, but I didn't even see a person." The monk replied in confusion.

"Oh…" Song Diweng snorted and let go of the monk.

What a fast body movement, someone is behind this… He thought thoughtfully, who could it be? Is it the group of tomb robbers that the chief said were also coveting the "Fenghou Mausoleum"? But how could they be so accurate in concluding that it was Fei Ziyun who killed Master Yidu? Could it be that they were also at the scene that night, and knew where the body was buried, dug up Master Yidu's body, and sent it to Foya Temple in a donkey cart? But at that time, no one else was found near the temple. I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who can hide aside without being noticed by themselves… So, there is only one person who is the most suspicious, that is Jia Shiming, the solitary master of Baiyun Temple in Beijing. This person not only knew that it was Fei Ziyun who killed Master Yidu, but he might not have gone far at that time, hiding somewhere nearby and saw the body buried under the ginkgo tree.

Well, it was definitely him. With Jia Shiming's martial arts, it was indeed difficult for him to detect. This guy not only stole Yidu's corpse and sent it to Foya Temple, but also invited all the good people to attend the Dharma Assembly in the name of "Fenglingdu Layman". He was now hiding in Foya Temple. He saw himself and Fei Ziyun in the guest room together. No wonder the monk didn't even see his shadow when he sent the letter. Only he could be so fast. But why? Since Jia Shiming had agreed to join forces with him, why did he still do something behind his back…

Song Diweng sneered twice, stopped the monk who was about to leave, and returned to the guest room together.

"Abbot, please lend me some paper, pen and envelope." Song Diweng said politely to the old monk Wei Du.

The old monk Wei Du was very surprised and didn't understand what this little dwarf was going to do.

"I want to write a reply to 'Fenglingdu Jushi'." Song Diweng said with a sneer.

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