206: Chapter 131: Su Fu VS Xiao Song 206: Chapter 131: Su Fu VS Xiao Song Xiao Song and Ran Yan dismounted at the temple entrance, where Yu Bohao had already been waiting at the Main Hall entrance.
Seeing their figures from afar, he hurriedly approached them, “Inspector, Master Huai Yin has passed away.”
“Wasn’t he fine this morning?
How did he suddenly pass away?” Xiao Song asked as they walked towards the hall.
Ran Yan also looked towards Yu Bohao.
Yu Bohao leaned closer to Xiao Song, whispering a few sentences.
Ran Yan didn’t hear exactly what was said, but since it had to be discussed privately, there must have been so hidden circumstances surrounding Huai Yin’s death—whether it was a real or feigned death remained uncertain.
They entered the Main Hall together.
Over a hundred monks in gray robes sat cross-legged on mats, reciting the “Great Compassionate Mantra.” The solemn chants filled the hall.
In the center of their circle lay Huai Yin, dressed in a new red kasaya, his long eyebrows slightly raised, his phoenix eyes naturally closed, casting a shadow with his long eyelashes over his eyes, the flush of color gone from his face, his lips now a pale apricot shade.
His slender neck was partly visible beneath the neckline, revealing the white undergarnt beneath, which matched his jade-like skin in an indescribably clean and beautiful way.
As a forensic doctor for many years, Ran Yan had never seen such a beautiful corpse; he was like a perfect art sculpture.
Seeing him now, she couldn’t bear to think about the post-mortem changes that would follow.
Ran Yan couldn’t help moving closer to observe but was held back by Xiao Song, who whispered in her ear, “Let’s just sit for a while.”
Ran Yan nodded and found an empty mat to sit down cross-legged.
Xiao Song found a place as well and spoke to Ran Yan in a voice only they could hear, “Master Huai Yin volunteered to be the bait.”
Indeed, Ran Yan recalled her first eting with Huai Yin, his phoenix eyes carrying a disinterested worldly hue.
Now knowing he was just the bait, she felt much relieved.
After sitting in the hall for a while, Ran Yan felt sleepy from listening to the chants and couldn’t help but tug at Xiao Song’s sleeve, whispering, “How many more tis do we need to recite this scripture?”
“We have to perform rituals for seven days.
We will probably recite it about a thousand tis each day,” Xiao Song replied.
Following a monk’s passing, the body should not be moved for twelve hours.
After the seven-day ritual, cremation will take place.
Jing Hui must be coming.
Whether from a rational psychological analysis or a gut feeling, the nun whose soul was twisted by love would likely beco insane after hearing of Huai Yin’s death.
Insanity…
Ran Yan was suddenly startled and turned to Xiao Song, “Jing Hui is very likely to harm Huan Kong!”
Xiao Song’s brows furrowed slightly as he imdiately stood up and walked out of the Main Hall.
He sent soone to Yingi Temple to notify the guards to keep a close watch on Jing Hui’s actions.
“Let take you back,” Xiao Song offered, seeing her unease.
Using Huai Yin’s death to provoke Jing Hui was not a very wise thod.
If it weren’t for this untoward intrusion, Jing Hui might have already revealed her true nature under Ran Yan’s provocation—Ran Yan cursed internally, unsure of who ca up with such a lousy idea.
Xiao Song and Ran Yan walked side by side out of Yuncong Temple, just when they ca across the person who thought of that idea—Liu Qingsong.
“There are plenty of herbs on this mountain…” Liu Qingsong approached cheerfully, only to be t by Xiao Song’s cold gaze, “I thought soone as prudent as you, Inspector Liu, wouldn’t co up with such an idea.”
Liu Qingsong unconsciously rubbed his waist, confidently said, “This is definitely a harsh redy…
the key issue is, grandma sent a letter urging…” Liu Qingsong’s voice faded as he quickly glanced at Ran Yan, coughed twice and added, “Grandma asked when you will bring ho a granddaughter-in-law.”
At this, the atmosphere suddenly went quiet, even the governnt soldiers at the temple gate felt Xiao Song’s murderous aura and hurriedly suppressed their breathing.
Xiao Song, feeling sowhat helpless and unsure of what to explain, started, “Miss Seventeen…”
Ran Yan gave him a look, neither happy nor angry, and continued walking.
“Liu Qingsong, from now on, you can stay and serve grandma!” Xiao Song harshly dropped those words and quickened his steps to catch up with Ran Yan.
Liu Qingsong, carrying his large dicine chest, cheerfully followed, “To see Jiulang lose his composure, I’d happily serve grandma for a lifeti.
But Jiulang, you are increasingly resembling Pri Minister Xuanling!” He laughed.
Pri Minister Fang Xuanling was famous for being henpecked.
Despite handling both military and administrative affairs with ingenious strategies and wisdom, such a formidable figure was completely at a loss when dealing with his own wife, fearing her as if she were a tiger.
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