The yamen runners carried the coffin into the hut.

The prefect and the minister of the Ministry of Justice both arrived, with noble and yang energy imminent. Feeling the blessing of this spirit, the yamen runners felt a little less frightened.

On the way to the cottage, Zhang Ping kept staring at the coffin and walked back and forth. When he arrived at the door of the house, Zhang Ping suddenly said, "Can you stop for a moment?"

The yamen runners stopped as they said, staring at Lord Zhang lying on the ground and drilling into the coffin. The yamen runners couldn't help but raise the coffin again, fearing that their hands would weaken and knock the coffin to the coffin flattened. After a while, Zhang Ping came out from under the coffin and patted the collars of the clothes. The yamen runners carried the coffin into the hut. The plainclothes guards of Jingzhao Mansion stepped forward: "Sorry, Lord Zhang, Lord Zhang, the prefect has a life, no one is allowed to enter without permission."

Zhang Ping stopped and said to the door: "Don't put the coffin on the ground."

The guards of Jingzhao Prefecture were just ordered to do things and did not want to go against the little magistrate, so they didn't say much. Zhang Ping allowed the yamen runners to put the two long tables into a platform and place the coffin.

Zhang Ping asked the yamen runners to open the window sash on the same side as the door, and said to the guards of Jingzhao Mansion: "Please don't let anyone get close, it's a good idea."

Several guards found it funny inward. It seemed that the county magistrate Zhang had just become an official, and he must have been very good from his previous background. He was so ridiculous that he was not very clear about his conversation and behavior. One guard said, "Your Majesty is really a matter of low-level positions. You are all low-level positions. You will follow the orders of the prefect, and you will definitely guard this place."

Zhang Ping nodded, left the door of the hut, and the head of the slaughter reported that the coroner had arrived.

The coroner also followed Zhang Ping's instructions in front of the county government and brought a bunch of pots and pots. The slaughter had briefly informed him that the prefect and the minister of the Ministry of Justice could not open the coffin for the time being. The coroner was surprised and disappointed by this matter. He either followed the prefect and the minister of the Ministry of Justice to handle the case with the prefect and the minister of the Ministry of Justice. He happily followed the carriage full of things and waited in the open space.

The captain was talking to Zhang Ping here, and a yamen runs over hurriedly, panting, "Report, sir... the one who came to the mountain with sir... that Taoist priest was arrested by the Minister of Justice..."

Zhang Ping immediately rushed to the big willow tree. From a distance, Wumei was crawling on the ground, his back slightly undulating, as if he was saying something. Wang Yan and his followers stood in front of him. Feng Tai was checking the soil in the pit presented by the guards.

Wumei heard the sound of footsteps and turned around and threw a look at Zhang Ping for help.

Zhang Ping quickly walked forward and bowed to Wang Yan. Wang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly at him. Before he could speak, Feng Tai raised his head from the lacquer plate where the soil was placed: "Magistrate Zhang, how could there be a wild way in the government where the case is handled? In your eyes, there is still no court-like rules."

Zhang Ping bowed and said, "Sir, Taoist Wumei grew up with Xiaguan since childhood, and came to visit Xiaguan from his hometown. Xiaguan asked him to come here because of this case or Feng Shui."

Wumei immediately turned his direction and kowtowed: "Yes, yes, Lord Prefect, everything I said is true! Zhang, the magistrate Zhang can really prove it. Here, this county magistrate can also testify! I didn't know anything, but I saw a Feng Shui bureau on the drawings and was brought here. As expected, there was a very evil coffin under the tree!"

Feng Tai frowned: "How can the place where the government officials and officials can't let this nonsense and make weird words? Come and take this wild path down."

Wumei shouted raven repeatedly, and Wang Yan said, "Let's wait." He looked at Wumei and said, "What you said just now is a Feng Shui bureau?"

Wumei secretly looked up at Zhang Ping. Wang Yan said, "Look at him, I just dare not say it anymore. Why?"

Wumei thought about it for a while, and if he rashly told the truth about the Feng Shui Bureau in public, maybe before you investigate the case, you will silence the Empress Dowager first.

He said implicitly: "I just saw that if a willow tree is buried in a coffin, it is not suitable for the burial ceremony."

Wang Yan said: "How do you know that there is a coffin under the willow tree?"

Wumei was stubborn and Zhan Zhan didn't dare to speak. Wang Yan looked up at Zhang Ping, and Zhang Ping bowed: "Report to the Minister, the minister, based on various evidence, he inferred that Cishou decades ago..."

Feng Tai said coldly: "Decades ago? How much evidence do you have to do with such old news?"

Zhang Ping said: "The officials are from..."

Wang Yan smiled: "Jing Nong, the coffin has been dug out, which is a solid ironclad evidence." He glanced at Zhang Ping again, "Depending on the situation, what you found out is still strangely twisted. The Ministry of Justice's Court still doesn't know whether the coffin, which has been stuck vertically under the big willow tree for decades, has something to do with my Ministry of Justice's case, but some clues overlap with the Ministry of Justice's case. You must not explain it clearly after a few words. Just wait for the right time, and you will talk to Feng Fu Yin and the Ministry of Justice's case in detail."

Zhang Ping bowed without saying a word, and Feng Tai didn't say anything.

Wang Yan said to Feng Tai again: "I can't respect the people who are collecting evidence on the spot. I wonder what you have found. When will we open the coffin?"

Feng Tai snorted coldly in his heart.

Wang Yan beat and beat him up and insisted on getting involved in this case. It was really abominable. However, it was not a bad thing to bring the Ministry of Justice and Wang Yan into the water at the moment.

Feng Tai then said lightly: "Don't be hasty about collecting evidence. Please wait for a while for the Minister of Justice Wang."

Wang Yan said affectionately: "Jingnong, take your time, don't be disturbed by me."

Wumei was able to retreat, and suddenly felt that he had saved his life and stumbled away. Feng Tai continued to check the soil, and his followers dug the soil from the bottom of the grave and used small silver spoons to collect it into a small white porcelain bottle.

The roots of the willow trees near the grave were also cut a little.

The followers scraped some bark, cut off the branches and leaves, looked for the grass that was opened when digging, cut off small pieces and put them in a small porcelain box.

Zhang Ping looked at it with concentration.

He remembered that in Feng Tai's "Suspicious and Floating Evidence Records", it is said that the taboo of evidence collection is to destroy it if it fails. At this time, Lord Feng and his subordinates were wearing black blouses, cloth towels on their faces, mulberry paper covers on their fingertips, and cloth covers on their feet, which was because they were worried that the soil on the soles of the shoes would be confused with the soil in the grave. They were afraid that sweat or breathing would damage the evidence. They could use a silver spoon to check it, and they could also check the poison while checking the soil.

Feng Tai's test of the autopsy was a masterpiece in his dynasty, and Zhang Ping always admired him very much. Feng Tai, like Deng Xu, wrote his own case-breaking experience in a book called "The Book of Suspicion and Floating Evidence". However, the text of the book written by Deng Xu was concise and straightforward, and included various cases that were seen, heard and cut as examples, which were dangerous or strange, and were often interspersed with some funny and humorous words, so it was very popular. Even literate peddlers and women in the boudoir often regarded a book as a legend. Feng Tai's "The Book of Suspicion and Floating Evidence" was mostly discussed, using ancient and mysterious words, or cases as examples, and he also briefly described it to prove his argument. Except for the officials and some scholars in the court who read and admired the talent of Master Jingzhao Yin, there was nothing else circulated. Deng Xu's hand-written book one after another, Feng Tai stopped this one, and he wrote nothing else.

Zhang Ping had long been familiar with the "Secret and Floating Certificate Records". At this time, he watched Feng Tai investigate and some unintelligible things suddenly became clear. In "Secret and Floating Certificate Records", Feng Tai also mentioned that the instruments he investigated were specially made, with one or two simple pictures attached. Zhang Ping silently imagined the rest, but the description in the book was too simple and could not imagine too much. He looked at the wooden boxes or leather bags on the back of several other followers in Jingzhao Mansion, and the openings were placed densely and orderly inside, which must be what he could not imagine. Zhang Ping was very excited and wanted to go forward to touch and take a look.

The followers of Jingzhao Mansion always felt that the Minister Wang, who was standing beside him, stared at the prefect with such a smile, was so disgusting. Suddenly, he felt Zhang Ping's hot gaze. When he raised his eyelids, he touched Zhang Ping's hot gaze. The bottle in his hand almost fell to the ground, and layers of goose bumps appeared.

Fortunately, a while ago, Feng Tai took off his masked cloth scarf and signaled one or two followers to stay and continue to collect evidence. Wang Yan smiled like a flowering date and said, "Jing Nong, are you going to see the coffin?"

Zhang Ping also looked at Feng Tai with anticipation.

Feng Tai took off the mulberry paper cover from his fingertips, and helped him take off his shirt, nodding expressionlessly.

The cottage and coffin were the same as when Zhang Ping left, and even the posture of the guards in front of the door remained unchanged. Feng Tai took the lead into the house first, Wang Yan followed him, Zhang Ping and Xie Fu followed him in, stuffed a few followers, and the cottage was immediately full.

Wang Yan said: "The place is a little narrower."

Xie Fu immediately saluted and said, "The official is outside the door and wait for the orders."

Feng Tai glanced at Zhang Ping, who had no consciousness of retreating, and said, "Is the window sash opened by Magistrate Zhang?"

Zhang Ping lowered his head: "At this time, there is no northwest wind, so the lower official only lets open this sash."

Feng Tai was used to his cleverness and said to his followers: "Open the other window sashes too." He looked at the coffin again, "Look at the shape of the pit, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, and then look at the traces of the coffin body. This coffin was inserted vertically into the soil with the head of the coffin upwards."

Zhang Ping said: "Yes."

Feng Tai ignored the response he posted. Two guards from Jingzhao Mansion took down broken paint and residual soil from the coffin head, body, and tail of the coffin, and scraped off some wood chips. Feng Tai stared at the coffin for a long time, put on mulberry finger condoms and gently stroked it, and then nodded slightly. Another Jingzhao Mansion follower came forward and served him to put on his shirt and take out a cloth towel. Feng Tai said to Wang Yan lightly: "If Mr. Wang wants to see the opening of the coffin, it is best to cover his mouth and nose."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Jing Nong said so much, I'm confused." His entourage also smiled and bowed to the entourage of Jingzhao Mansion. The entourage of Jingzhao Mansion had to take out another cloth scarf.

Feng Tai looked at Zhang Ping again: "Magistrate Zhang, you go out first."

Zhang Ping bowed and retreated, and immediately appeared at the window. Feng Tai glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and only thought he didn't see it, he ordered his followers to open the coffin.

Several followers took out strange-style tools from their wooden boxes, pried up the nails on the coffin one by one, pulled them out, quickly wrapped them in various silk threads on the nails, put them into a small box, and then left the house in an orderly manner. Several guards were replaced and entered, wearing leather armor, wrapped their hands in cloth, covering the face towel, grabbed the edge of the coffin lid, tried to lift it, and bowed to Feng Tai.

Feng Tai nodded and turned to Wang Yan, "Mr. Wang, let's go outside for a stop."

Wang Yan said: "Come."

The two left the hut together, and Feng Tai stared at Zhang Ping, who was close to the windowsill and said, "You should also stand backwards."

Zhang Ping knew that Feng Tai was worried that there would be turbid air or mechanism in the coffin to hurt him. He stood back silently, feeling warm in his heart.

Feng Tai signaled to the guards in the room again, and the guards lifted the coffin lid sideways with their arms together, and quickly squatted down.

No smoke came out of the lid of the coffin, no foreign object flew out, and no mummy jumped up.

After a while, several guards stood up and saluted outside the door.
Chapter completed!