"Mercedes Benz. Although he obscured the logo and number plate with something, I was very impressed with the model of the car and was familiar with it - it must have been a Mercedes Benz - I have a Mercedes Benz myself - and he couldn't hide it from me. ”

One Qingzhu has a Mercedes-Benz bridge car.

"How old is the seller?"

"About forty years old."

Guangjie's age is around forty years old.

"Is it fat or skinny?"

"It's a fat man."

Guangjie is a fat man.

"Are there any features on this person?"

"I smelled incense from him—the smell peculiar to the temple."

Guangjie is a monk. Zheng Shusheng's feeling was right, when the comrades came into contact with the monks of Lingguang Temple, they could indeed smell a different smell - this smell can only be found in the monks.

"You just said that the seller was dressed up when he was trading, what kind of costume is he?"

"He's wearing a suit and a cap on his head, and the suit fits very well and the hat is a bit nondescript."

"What time, can you remember?"

"Remember, it was the end of September, the beginning of October, and the weather was not yet the time to put on a hat."

Wearing a suit and a hat is indeed a bit nondescript; At the end of September, the beginning of October, wearing hats, the season is not right, and it is even more nondescript.

Guangjie is a monk, no matter how he wears the clothes on his body, if he doesn't hide his bare head, the identity of the monk can't be hidden.

"If we bring the seller to you, will you still recognize him?"

"Definitely recognizable. You've caught him? ”

"Yes, we arrested two people, one is Yiqing, the abbot of Lingguang Temple, and the other is Guangjie, a monk of Lingguang Temple."

"A clear abbot? Have you arrested Abbot Yiqing? Zheng Shusheng looked surprised.

"Zheng Shusheng, what's wrong with you? Do you know the abbot of Yiqing? ”

"I'm in deep contact with Ichikiyomi."

"More in-depth contact? Tell us more about it. ”

"It's—it's a little hard to talk about." Zheng Shusheng's face was embarrassed.

"Zheng Shusheng, don't have any worries. You promised us just now. ”

"After I arrived in Jingnan, I met a woman."

This woman should be Zheng Shusheng's concubine.

"Earlier, we had a smooth and pleasant conversation, and I hope you will continue to keep it up."

"We also have a child, after her father died, I donated some incense money, asked for a Buddhist shrine in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Lingguang Temple, enshrined her father's portrait and tablet in the Buddhist shrine, and also did a ritual - that ritual was personally performed by Abbot Yiqing."

From this point of view, the author's initial narrative about Lingguang Temple keeping pace with the times and developing many money-making projects is not idle. In the Daxiong Hall and Guanyin Hall of Lingguang Temple, there are indeed many large and small Buddha shrines. The donor wants to put the portraits and tablets of his relatives in those shrines, which costs a lot of money.

"How much money did you donate?"

"Sixty thousand."

50,000 yuan is not a small amount in 1995!

The abbot must have smelled something from Zheng Shusheng's body.

Lingguang Temple has made a lot of money from the Buddhist shrine alone. Yiqing is really a master of collecting money.

"Does the abbot know what you're doing?"

"Should know."

"He knows that you make a living by reselling antiquities?"