Zhang Ping looked at Wumei: "Do you know the meaning of the runes on the nail?"

In front of so many people, Wumei strongly maintained the demeanor of an expert, his body was not shaking, his thighs were not fighting, and his voice was only stiff and trembling.

"It seems to be something that is not the right way."

In other words, you know it without any knowledge.

Zhang Ping took out a large piece of paper and a small box from his arms, asked the four yamen runners to unfold the paper, spread it on the coffin lid, then took out a piece of graphite from the box, and carefully blinked the runes on the nail head.

Wumei took a deep breath and said stiffly: "These eighteen nails may mean the meaning of double nine. Nine is the number of extreme yang."

For funeral rituals, the coffin nails are generally seven. Seven is the number of yin. The Zhongyuan Festival is in July. The funeral ritual must be seven. Nine is the difference between one point and the most complete, which is purely the number of yang. There are eighteen nails on this coffin. One nine is not enough, and two nines are needed to suppress it. Double also means harmony, and it is also a combination of yang. Yin roads have always been alone, so there is no need for double.

The combination of double nines and the combination of this Yangsheng vermilion...

Wumei didn't dare to think about it any more.

The Supreme Heavenly Lord, the disciple has just become a monk, how come he encountered such a fierce thing...

Zhang Ping said oh, and the rest of the people present felt that their hair was standing upright, and there was a cold and cold air penetrated into the bones. Several timid yamen runners couldn't help staring at Zhang Ping, who was burying his head and stinging the coffin nails, thinking, "Will you have to open the coffin later?" Is it still too late to run?"

Even the slaughter head felt a little sweat in his palm. Several yamen runners pressing the paper even fought with their teeth. Wumei shook the whisk and waved at their heads. After chanting a few curses, the yamen runners looked at him gratefully.

After purging it, Zhang Ping spread another layer of paper on the paper, folded it, and carefully put it in a cover and put it in his arms. The yamen runners all respected him, and dared to put such a fierce thing in his arms. It seems that Lord Zhang himself also has two brushes.

The slaughter took a step forward: "Sir, they just saw a Taoist priest lying on the wall of Cishou Temple and stumbled on his head. Because he was busy just now, he did not dare to act rashly. Do you want to take it down?"

Zhang Ping raised his eyes: "Can you recognize this person?"

The slaughter head turned to the constables: "Can you still recognize it?"

A detective bowed and replied, "Sir, even though he is far away, he is not very real, so he should still be able to recognize him."

Zhang Ping nodded: "Don't disturb me for the time being, and don't let the people in the view come out of the Cishou Temple."

The slaughter captain and the constables received the order, and the slaughter captain said again: "Sir, this coffin can be transported back to the yamen."

He has been a yamen for decades and has seen a lot of knowledge, but when he spits out the word "cow", he feels like a romance rushing on his limbs, rushing into the sky spirit cover, and his hair is straight up.

Zhang Ping said: "No, the coroner should be coming soon."

The head of the slaughter was shocked: "Sir, are you going to open the coffin on the top of the mountain?"

Zhang Ping said: "Yes." He asked the yamen runners to move the coffin to the special hut in the county yamen next to the row of small doors in Cishou Temple to takeout Xianggong, and said, "Please send a few people to the top of the mountain to welcome the coroner."

The head of the slaughter hurriedly said, "If you have any questions, just ask for a low position. All are low positions. You must never afford to ask for it." He immediately ordered someone to go.

The yamen runners gritted their teeth and pulled out the posture of carrying the coffin, Wumei shook the whisk: "When I come to recite another scripture and burn some talismans."

Zhang Ping said: "No need, it's time to stop smoking the coffin."

Wumei suddenly looked sad, and Zhang Ping realized that he had said the wrong thing again and bowed: "Thank you for your senior brother this time."

Wumei said sadly: "Forget it, forgot. Who made me...I have a deep relationship with you?"

The yamen runners could only carefully carry the coffin with ropes and sticks, while silently reciting in their hearts, "Don't blame the great immortals in the coffin," Hai Han."

As soon as the coffin left the ground, a young yamen runner who had just sent a coward to welcome the coroner to come and said, "Report————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The head of the slaughter was shocked again, but turned around and found that Lord Zhang was gone. He glanced at him again and saw Wumei standing by the digging of the coffin with a bitter face. Then, Lord Zhang's black hat top and hat wings emerged from the pit.

Zhang Ping climbed out of the grave, patted the soil on his body, and headed towards the mountain.

As soon as he walked to Cishou Temple, he saw that Wang Yan and Feng Tai had already arrived from afar.

The two men of Feng and Wang and the guards of Jingzhao Prefecture and the Ministry of Justice were all casual clothes, each of whom was gathered into a ball with Feng and Wang, and the distance between one and two people was clearly separated. Feng Tai was wearing a square neckline soap robe and a soft gauze hat, and his face was similar to the color of his clothes, and he was scattered. Wang Yan was wearing a Hu style, with a narrow-sleeved brocade robe, black gold hook and soft leather boots, and strode to the meteor. Seeing Zhang Ping, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then his eyes were burning and staring at the coffin carried by the yamen runners behind him.

Xie Fu, wearing an official robe, followed behind Feng Tai and his followers' man ball.

Zhang Ping and the county government stood up and bowed. Xie Fu avoided the side. Feng Tai said lightly: "Everyone is free to get up. Have you dug out something?"

Zhang Ping said: "Report to the master, a coffin was dug out under the tree."

The yamen runners carrying the coffin had never seen a large formation. When Zhang Ping and others saluted, they stopped and put down the coffin and fell to the ground.

Wang Yan walked towards the coffin: "It's this mouth, it looks like a wooden coffin? I heard that the spiritual coffin on the top of your Shounian Mountain is a stone coffin."

Zhang Ping said: "It's a wooden coffin."

Feng Tai also walked towards the coffin and interrupted Zhang Ping's words: "Why did you move without authorization?"

Zhang Ping turned around and followed Feng Tai and Wang Yan's steps: "Return to the words of the master, please let someone move the coffin into the house over there and wait for the coroner to be examined for the autopsy."

Feng Tai frowned: "Rust! How long has this coffin been dug out? After the coffin appears, can you carefully check the soil? Record the surroundings? Can the documents draw the drawings?"

Zhang Ping said: "No."

Feng Taimeng stood still and turned around: "Nonsense! No matter how you did not test or have any records, you moved the coffin without permission, and then moved it at will. County Magistrate Zhang, what do you think of the evidence collection method? Do you know the importance of the evidence? The important clues in this case may be lost because of this, do you know! It's a mess!"

Zhang Ping bowed and said, "The official of the lower lord knows his mistake, so please punish him. The official of the coffin still remembers it, so he will draw it."

Feng Tai raised his right hand and stretched out two fingers: "Magistrate Zhang, tell me what is this?"

Zhang Ping raised his eyes: "Two."

Feng Tai withdrew his hand and put it behind him: "Then tell me the mansion now, how many fingers are stretched out from the left hand of our mansion just now?"

Zhang Ping said: "The adult's left hand has not stretched out his fingers just now. His palm is slightly bent and hangs beside him. The tip of his index finger, the first knuckle of his middle finger, and the tip of his ring finger is slightly exposed outside the cuff."

Feng Tai said coldly: "Then tell me again, which feet are in front and behind the mansion just now."

Zhang Ping said: "Before the Xiaguan raised his eyes, the adult stood side by side, and his left toe was slightly closer to Xiaguan."

Feng Tai narrowed his eyes slightly: "The observation is considered careful. So, what expressions and actions are there for everyone around him? You can know what points the cuffs are when his hands point out?"

Zhang Ping lowered his head: "The officials cannot."

Feng Tai sneered: "That's it. No matter how careful you observe, it is impossible for a person to have a look at each person for a while. Therefore, you must carefully investigate the site, and more detailed evidence collection, and also record it step by step. If there is no such structure, in the future, do you have to write down the case alone? If the case is closed and reported, should you listen to your chant during the review of Jingzhao Mansion?"

Zhang Ping bowed again: "The official is wrong. Thank you for your teachings."

Feng Tai said with a blank expression: "The big mistake may have been made, so what's the use of claiming to be a crime?"

Zhang Ping lowered his head silently. Feng Tai shook his sleeves. At this time, Wang Yan had already happily turned around the coffin again and again. He touched it a few times. Seeing Feng Tai coming with a dark face, he took two steps back generously. Feng Tai frowned and stared at the coffin. Wang Yan said, "Old Feng, this coffin is interesting. Look at this row of nails. The wood has rotten, but the nails have not rust. There are some tricks."

Feng Tai said: "The nail has not been removed, it cannot be asserted that it is rusted or not rusted."

Wang Yan said: "But the flowers on the nail head are very nice when they are placed on the coffin board."

Feng Taidao: "It is more appropriate to speculate after obtaining the evidence."

Wang Yan grinned and said, "What is Lord Feng talking about?" He walked towards the other side with a leisurely look on his face.

Feng Tai looked up: "Mr. Wang is going to go under the tree?"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Mr. Feng slowly inspected the coffin, and there was no need to call our department. I walked around and saw the pit."

Feng Tai said expressionlessly: "I am about to look at the place where the coffin is started first. Let's go with you."

Wang Yan said: "That's right."

The two walked towards the big willow tree together, and Zhang Ping said to Feng Tai's back: "Sir, can you move the coffin into the house there first?"

Feng Tai stopped and turned around with a frost on his face: "You have taken out the coffin by yourself, so you will be sent to the quiet room." He called two plainclothes followers and ordered, "When the coffin enters the room, guard it carefully. Without the order of the original residence, no one can get close!"

The yamen runners raised the coffin again tremblingly. Xie Fu looked at Zhang Ping, who followed the coffin to the cottage silently. During his tenure, he was well aware of the fierceness of the prefect, and perhaps the person was about to die and his heart was soft. Seeing that the Zhang surnamed was shaved to pieces, he felt a little compassion.

He walked to Zhang Ping and whispered: "Send the coffin into the room and hand it over to the lower officials. Lord, go and accompany the prefect and the minister Wang. I'm afraid that when you get there, the prefect will have something to ask the master."

Zhang Ping looked at Xie Fu: "I'll send the coffin into the room and go there again." He was very grateful for Xie Fu's concern. He wanted to laugh, but this occasion was really not suitable for laughing, so he couldn't laugh.

Seeing that he stared at him with a strange look, Xie Fu whispered in his heart, he said softly, "Mr. Zhang, I'm afraid he's too worried."

Forget it, I'm talking too much.

When I was about to die, I realized that it was not easy to do good deeds.

He bowed calmly and said, "Then the official will go first." It was my wishful thinking, so why bother with it or not?
Chapter completed!