The prefect of Jingzhao was half a rank higher than the local prefect, and he was a third rank like the Minister of Justice. However, the prefect of Jingzhao was the chief and the Minister of Justice was the deputy director of the Ministry of Justice, so they were all sitting on the upper head, Feng Tai sat on the left and Wang Yan sat on the right.

Feng Tai was covered with cold frost, and Wang Yan smiled. Xie Fu went into the hall to greet him. Feng Tai said coldly: "When you arrived at Yao Mansion last night, you didn't even notice that there were others in the mansion. There were people who were guarding here. It was because of our mansion that we came to find out the case. It was strange that we could find out the case in this way. How could we match the black gauze on our head? You almost made a big mistake due to negligence the day before yesterday. Fortunately, the emperor's kindness was so great that he only surrendered you to the county magistrate, but he still didn't want to teach you a lesson!"

Xie Fu knelt down and claimed his crime. Wang Yan said, "Old Feng, it's not their business. I came here last night, afraid of disturbing you to investigate your case, so I stayed in the side wing behind. They didn't see it at all." He said to Xie Fu, "Get up quickly, get up."

Feng Tai said: "The so-called investigation is naturally to find one by one. If there is an inch of the investigation, it is their negligence."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "It was dark at that time, and it was all at night. I could not see where I looked at it one by one."

Feng Tai said: "Why do you have to come at night? Since you are here, you have to carefully investigate whenever you are."

Xie Fu Fu said: "It was because the official was wrong. He deserved to die. Please punish him."

Feng Tai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Xie Fu: "This mansion will record your faults and report them to the Ministry of Personnel. Why are you the only one here alone? Is County Magistrate Zhang receiving people from the palace in the county government?"

Xie Fu paused his head: "Report to the Lord, the Empress Dowager's special envoy has been settled in the county government. Lord Zhang has gone to Shounian Mountain."

Feng Tai frowned and said, "What are he going there?"

Wang Yanyi's eyes were bright and he stared at Xie Fu.

Xie Fu thought for a moment and answered the truth: "Mr. Zhang went to the top of Shounian Mountain and dug a tree."

Feng Tai's face was even more frost: "Make it clear."

Xie Fu stood up straight: "Sir, Lord Zhang feels that this case may be related to Cishouguan. There may be a coffin buried under the big willow tree on the top of Shounian Mountain. Cishouguan in Shounian Mountain is related to the empress dowager's incense and cannot be misunderstood. Therefore, the lower officials came and Mr. Zhang went to the top of the mountain to dig a coffin."

Wang Yan slapped the armrests of the seat and laughed: "What happened? Old Feng, hurry up and go to the county government office. The Empress Dowager came to burn incense, but no one could bear it. The magistrate Fengle is really brave. He actually said that there is a coffin in the place where the Empress Dowager burns incense, which is pretending to be a god and a murder case! Haha, interesting! Old Feng, I didn't expect you to be such a bold subordinate. Go quickly, don't worry, there is me here. If I don't feel at ease, leave your subordinate."

Feng Tai said lightly: "Why do you have to be artificial? My mansion remembers that Zhang Ping, the new magistrate of Fengle, should have a deep relationship with the Ministry of Justice. He is a disciple of Shangshu Tao and has helped Lord Wang solve several cases. He also came to Yao's mansion last night. Didn't Mr. Wang see it in the crack of the door?"

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Yes, the department of our department recognizes him. He has some ability to investigate cases in this life. It is a reason to dig a coffin in the mountain, not to mess around. It is just that it may make it difficult for Lord Feng to do it. Please don't worry about the department of our department, go to the county government and explain it to the people in the palace first."

Feng Tai narrowed his eyes again: "Since you are investigating a case, you are doing official duties. How can you make it difficult for us to make a statement? Before the facts are proven, you should not make arbitrarily. If you report it yourself, it is like deceiving the emperor." He immediately called someone to the county government to ask the Empress Dowager for peace from the people from the palace.

Wang Yan said leisurely, "I will also invite the Empress Dowager Jin An for the court." He called a person with him and went with the people sent by Feng Tai.

Feng Tai stood up and said to Xie Fu, who was still kneeling on the ground: "Follow me to the top of the mountain."

Wang Yan said leisurely again: "Old Feng, why run up the mountain from a long distance? It's great to check here."

Feng Tai sneered and went out with his sleeves. Xie Fu got up and followed, but saw Wang Yan also followed.

Feng Tai turned his head and smiled sarcastically: "Didn't Mr. Wang say, how can I check here?"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "I mean that your case is very good here. In our Ministry of Justice, the deceased once said that Shounianshan Cishou Temple was negligent last time. This time, the department was negligent. You must not miss clues this time, so you must go."

Feng Tai sneered lightly, without saying anything more, and went down the stairs.

The pit in front of the willow tree is getting deeper and deeper.

They said they were digging trees, but they didn't dig trees, but they just dug soil. The yamen runners were muttering in their hearts.

The method that Taoist master did just now made them feel even more erotic and yin.

But even muttering and sweating, the hoes and shovels on the hands of the yamen runners jumped into the pit and continued to dig hard. Suddenly, the hoe in someone's hand seemed to touch something.

Tree roots? No, it feels like it when you lay down, but it is a little different. Zhang Ping, who was bent down, bent down, and the yamen runners carefully shoveled out the soil with iron shovels to reveal the outline of the thing.

One, coffin head.

A vertical coffin head.

The yamen runners felt a little cold and couldn't help but stop.

Zhang Ping jumped into the pit, squatted down, pulled away the soil, and touched it carefully.

That's right, it's a coffin that is inserted vertically.

But this coffin is made of wood. The material cannot be judged for the time being, but the workmanship is extremely ordinary. The coffin board does not look very thick, and the skin is a bit rotten. The mottled patent leather is vermilion red.

Wumei, who was by the pit, closed his eyes and murmured at the magic mantra.

Zhang Ping stood up and said, "Continue digging. Be careful and lift the coffin out."

The yamen runners hesitated and swallowed their saliva. It took them a long time to muster up the courage. They recited the Jade Emperor Amitabha Buddha and Guanyin Bodhisattva in their hearts. Then they raised the iron hoe in their hands and scattered the soil beside the coffin.

About half an hour later, the coffin inserted vertically in the soil was finally pulled out and carefully placed flat on the open space.

Zhang Ping took a cloth towel and wiped the coffin himself. The vermilion red paint was bright and dazzling in the sun.

A yamen runner said in a lost voice: "This, this coffin nail..."

Wumei buzzed the mantra, and Zhang Ping carefully wiped the nail holes.

...Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.
Chapter completed!