Chapter 2077 Counterfeit

"Not yet. When something like this happened, I originally planned to report it to Senior Sister Abbot immediately, but you happened to come over and I didn't have time. I'll call Senior Sister now to hear what she means." Feng Chongjue As he spoke, he immediately took out his mobile phone from his robe.

She dialed Yuan Zhenren's phone number and soon heard Yuan Zhenren's voice, "Hey, is this Chong Jue?"

"Sister Abbot, something big happened to me," Feng Chongjue said urgently.

"What happened?" Yuan Zhenren asked in surprise.

"That's it. Senior Brother Zhan was killed. We found that the Nine Flying Star Blades inserted into his chest were exactly the same as the death methods of Fifth Senior Brother and Senior Brother Tang." Feng Chongjue hurriedly said Things have been said once.

"Such a thing could happen." Master Yuan was secretly surprised, and after a while he said, "Have you found any clues?"

"This is very strange. Senior brother's window is closed, and there are no signs of fighting in the room. Senior brother is just sitting on the sofa with the Nine Flying Star Blades stuck in his chest. The person who found the body is senior brother's disciple Chang Xin. She just came to bring water to her senior brother, and then she discovered his body. By the way, Zhang Yu, who is not a Taoist temple, is also there." Feng Chongjue said again.

"Zhang Yu is here too." Yuan Zhenren was stunned for a moment and said, "Why is he here?"

"He said he had something to come over, and he happened to be staying at the Jiale Villa Hotel. He said he was passing by and heard a scream at the door, so he came over to check, and that's when he happened to meet him," Feng Chongjue said.

"This is quite a coincidence." Yuan Zhenren muttered, and then said: "In this case, you give the phone to Xiao Ning first."

"Yes, senior sister." Feng Chongjue agreed and looked at Shangguan Ning, "Xiao Ning, the abbot asked you to answer the phone."

Shangguan Ning quickly came to Feng Chongjue, took the phone from Feng Chongjue's hand, put it to his ear and answered, "Hello, Master."

"Xiao Ning, are you here?" Yuan Zhenren's voice sounded on the phone.

"Yes." Shangguan Ning said immediately.

"You find a place where no one is around and talk to me." Yuan Zhenren followed.

"Yes, Master." Shangguan Ning said, looked at Feng Chongjue and said, "Master, Master Abbot asked me to talk to her alone. I will go out first."

"Okay." Feng Chongjue nodded.

Shangguan Ning immediately left the room, and Zhang Yu and Feng Chongjue stood waiting in the room.

Zhang Yu looked around while waiting. The dead Mr. Zhan was sitting on the big sofa, and opposite him was the coffee table. There are teapots and teacups on the coffee table, as well as a copy of "Zheng Yi Xin Dharma".

Zhang Yu had read this book before. It was written by Ma Yi Shenxiang. The content is about the Taoist "living method" of self-enlightenment, which embodies a consciousness that transcends acquired knowledge of right and wrong and conforms to innate awareness. It explains the metamorphosis model from Wuji to Taiji. Interpretation of "The Number of Dayan" and "The Number of Heaven and Earth", the former focuses on the process of descending the transcendental metaphysical realm into the phenomenal realm of experience through the symbol of "Zhen Number", while the latter is the generation of the phenomenal realm. Structures and their functions carry out logical deductions of numbers.

Taoist classics are generally those, especially important works like this. They are not exclusive secrets, but are widely circulated, just like the "Book of Changes" and "Tao Te Ching".

But it is not so easy to realize the true meaning from it. It belongs to the master to lead you to practice personally.

This does not mean that disciples of the Zhengyi Sect cannot read the works of Mai Shenxiang. Anyone who has the ability can learn from them.

Zhang Yu looked at the book, which was unfolded and buckled on the coffee table.

After waiting for about five minutes, Shangguan Ning walked in from outside.

As soon as she came in, she looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Master Zhang, my master asked you to answer the phone."

"Oh?" Zhang Yu walked up to Shangguan Ning and took the phone from her hand.

"Hello, hello, uncle."

"Zhang Yu, if something like this happens, there is no need to be polite between us. In this case, you go to Xiao Ning's room to answer the phone first." Yuan Zhenren said.

Zhang Yu didn't understand what Yuan Zhenren meant, but he still said: "Okay."

He then greeted Feng Chongjue. Feng Chongjue also knew that this was a big deal, so he naturally nodded.

Shangguan Ning took Zhang Yu to her room, which was also on the second floor. As they walked, Shangguan Ning introduced her. They live upstairs and downstairs respectively. This side of the study is where Zhan Daoren lives. The room at the end next to the study is Zhan Daoren's bedroom. There are two rooms opposite the study, where two disciples of Taoist Zhan live, namely the two disciples in their thirties who are standing in the study. In the study room, Chang Xin lives.

At the other end of the corridor, the top leader lived, Feng Chongjue, and Shangguan Ning's bedroom was next to Feng Chongjue's.

She invited Zhang Yu into the room, but she did not follow him.

After Zhang Yu entered, he took a quick glance and saw that it was a European-style bedroom. All facilities inside were complete. Zhang Yu walked to the bedside and stood down. He said to the phone: "Uncle, I am alone now."

"My junior brother was suddenly killed, which is really unfortunate for our family. Since you have also seen the scene, what do you think?" Yuan Zhenren said bluntly.

"I think there's something fishy about this. It doesn't look like a ghost seeking life, but more like someone deliberately murdered." Zhang Yu said.

"Your opinion is the same as Xiaoning's. It is really inconvenient to report this matter at the moment. You also know that our Taoists are not suitable for such negative news. It will have a great impact." Yuan Zhenren said calmly.

"I understand, what does that uncle mean?" Zhang Yu asked.

"This is what I think. You and Xiao Ning join forces to see if you can find out the real murderer!" Yuan Zhenren said seriously.

"Shangguan Ning and I teamed up with Master Feng," Zhang Yu said with some confusion.

"My junior sister has a quick temper and a slow mind. It's definitely not possible to leave this kind of thing to her. In comparison, I still think you are more reliable. I'll trouble you on this matter. Let's see if we can find out the truth. Fierce. I believe you, there must be a way!" Yuan Zhenren said in a praising tone.

"Yes, uncle. Then I will do my best." Zhang Yu said.

"Then you go back now and give the phone to Feng Chongjue, and I will talk to her." Yuan Zhenren said.

Zhang Yu then left the room. Shangguan Ning was waiting for him not far outside the door. The two of them returned to the study where the crime occurred.

Zhang Yu called Feng Chongjue. Feng Chongjue answered the phone and nodded in agreement, "Yes, senior sister. I understand, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Chongjue looked at Zhang Yu and Shangguan Ning and said, "Xiannie, my senior sister said that since you happen to be here, please help me to find out the real murderer. We people, now Everything is at your disposal."

"Uncle, you're welcome. Thanks to my uncle's trust, my nephew will give it a try." Zhang Yu said, clasping his hands.

"Master Zhang, whatever you plan to do, we will fully cooperate with you." Shangguan Ning said from the side.

Zhang Yu thought for a while and said: "I am not a professional patrolman. At most, I have watched some gangster movies. So I think that first of all, we should determine the time of death of the deceased. There is no problem with this."

As he said this, he had already walked to the sofa, and as if he was obedient, he reached out and grabbed Daoren Zhan's wrist.

Daoren Zhan no longer had a pulse, but he could probably judge the time of death of the corpse based on the degree of rigor mortis and body temperature.

Feng Chongjue and others in the room looked at Zhang Yu. After a while, Zhang Yu said: "The time of death is about three hours or more from now, and it should be between seven and eight o'clock in the evening."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Ning immediately said: "This is impossible."

"Yes, this is impossible." Chang Xin, a disciple of Zhan Daoren, also said the same.

"How is it impossible?" Zhang Yu looked at the two of them doubtfully.

Shangguan Ning said first: "Although we live here, we still won't miss evening classes. Tonight, we have evening classes at eight o'clock. I remember that before evening classes, Senior Sister Chang went upstairs to find Master Zhan."

"That's right." Chang Xin said eagerly: "When it was ten minutes before eight o'clock, I went to the study to ask Master to go to the hall downstairs to do evening classes. At that time, Master was very polite and said that he would not go downstairs to do the reading tonight. It’s late class.”

"Oh?" Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, then carefully looked at Zhan Daoren's body. He opened Daoren Zhan's eyelids. According to his understanding of the human body, Daoren Zhan's death time was definitely between seven and eight o'clock. If he was more precise, he could even determine that it was probably before seven-thirty.

But if according to Chang Xin, Daoren Zhan was still alive when it was almost eight o'clock, then something was obviously wrong. But Zhang Yu was also certain that his estimated time of death would not be wrong.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Chang Xin. Chang Xin had beautiful features and fair skin. Although he was wearing a large Taoist robe, he could still tell that he had a delicate figure.

Chang Xin couldn't help but become a little nervous when Zhang Yu stared at him like this, and stammered: "Why are you looking at me like this? Master was still alive when I came up."

"Master Zhang, Junior Sister Chang is Master's most trusted disciple. I believe she can't speak." said a Taoist priest in his thirties.

Zhang Yu nodded, looked at the two thirty-year-old Taoist priests in the room, and said, "I don't know what your Taoist names are."

"Pindao Bixingzi." "Pindao Bochenzi." The two said separately.

Zhang Yu looked at Bixingzi and Bochenzi again. The one who just spoke was Bixingzi. Bixingzi was taller, probably over 1.8 meters tall, giving people a shrewd look.

Bo Chenzi is of medium build, simple in appearance, and looks very honest.

Being looked at by Zhang Yu like this, Bixingzi couldn't help but said: "Master Zhang, you always look at what we do like this, don't you think that we killed the master?"

Feng Chongjue also felt that Zhang Yu was always staring at others, which was a bit inappropriate, so he said: "My dear nephew, my senior brother died under the Nine Flying Star Blades. I think even if they have the Nine Flying Star Blades, I'm afraid it will be... I couldn't control it. When Chang Xin went upstairs to greet his senior brother, we were all downstairs. I also believe that Chang Xin couldn't do such a treasonous thing. Besides, Chang Xin only had a short time to go up. If he wanted to do something, There was not enough time. After Chang Xin came down, we had been doing evening classes downstairs until ten o'clock."

After hearing what she said, Zhang Yu nodded slightly, but then pointed to the dagger stuck in Zhan Daoren's chest and said, "Uncle Feng, this dagger is the Nine-Blade Flying Star you mentioned."

"Exactly." Feng Chongjue nodded, "I will never remember it wrong."

"The name of the Flying Star Nine Blades is so domineering, so I think it must be a magic weapon, not just an ordinary weapon," Zhang Yu said calmly.

"Of course." Feng Chongjue nodded solemnly and said, "The Flying Star Nine Blades is Senior Brother's personal magic weapon. It was given to Senior Brother by the former Abbot. It is astonishingly powerful."

"That's right." Zhang Yu laughed.

"Why is that right?" Feng Chong asked with no clue.

"Because the knife inserted into your senior brother's chest is not a magical weapon at all, it is just an ordinary dagger." Zhang Yu said calmly.

"No way." Feng Chongjue hurriedly rushed to the body. She wanted to reach out to grab the dagger, but she reacted too quickly and did not dare to touch it. After all, if you don't report the crime now, it doesn't mean you can touch the evidence at the scene casually. God knows if there are fingerprints on it.

Compared with Zhang Yu, Feng Chongjue's cultivation level is still far behind. She really couldn't be sure whether this dagger was a magic weapon.

Her hand wanted to grab the dagger, but she didn't dare to touch it. After struggling for a while, she simply looked at Zhang Yu and said, "My dear nephew, so what if it is as you said?"

Zhang Yu shrugged his shoulders and said: "If it wasn't a magic weapon, the problem would be simple. Someone must have come here and killed Daozhang Zhan with a dagger. And the person who killed him was someone familiar with Daozhang Zhan, because suddenly It was impossible to prevent him from taking action, and Daozhang Zhan died under the knife. Not only did he show no signs of a fight, he didn't even scream."

"This..." Feng Chongjue looked at Chang Xin and muttered: "A familiar person."

Chang Xin was horrified and burst into tears, "Uncle Master, I can't possibly kill Master. Master Zhang. You can't wrongly accuse a good man. Master has been so kind to me, so how could I kill him?"

"Yes, Junior Sister Chang will never kill Master." This time it was Bo Chenzi who said.

Bixingzi also nodded and said solemnly: "I also believe in Junior Sister Chang. It is impossible for her to harm Master."

"I know this too." Feng Chongjue nodded, looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Can you find any evidence to prove who is the murderer? Even if it can be confirmed, this knife is not a magic weapon, not a real flying weapon." Xingjiu Ren can't say, it must be the disciple of senior brother. My senior brother has always been very kind to his disciples, and it is impossible for his disciples to do such a thing."

"That's right. You can't unjustly accuse a good person. Now that it's certain that the Nine Blades of the Flying Star is fake, the murderer must be in this villa. I think, otherwise, if this is the case first, Uncle Feng, you take everyone out, and everyone will Go to the living room and wait, no one is allowed to leave, Shangguan Ning and I will search here again to see if we can find any new clues." Zhang Yu said.

"Okay. Sister Abbot said, let us all listen to you now. We will go down and wait now." After Feng Chongjue finished speaking, he waved to Chang Xin and others and led them outside.

Chang Xin's psychological quality was obviously very poor, and he was probably too frightened. He walked with trepidation, as if he was afraid of being identified as the murderer.