Tokyo, Chiyoda District, Metropolitan Police Department.
"This poor monk … I really don't know anything."
Miao Zhen didn't know how many times he had repeated this sentence. His big bald head oozed sweat, reflecting the light, "I am really innocent."
Originally, he was on the run with his wife and daughter in Chiba County. But suddenly, he was invited to the headquarters by the Metropolitan Police Department. After being entertained with good tea and water, the people from the Metropolitan Police Department began to beat around the bush.
At first, they talked about the profound Dharma, then they talked about the family inheritance, how was the business of the cemetery, and then the topic became more and more different. It began to slide to the point that if he had special skills, he didn't need to be shy, and he could boldly report to the government. They also talked about whether there was inheritance in the temple, whether he had seen the underworld, and so on.
As the abbot of the temple, Miao Zhen had to face all kinds of people every day, so he had long been trained to be clever. He thought about the Metropolitan Police Department, and then he thought about the beat around the bush.
Miao Zhen's neck tightened. This was a big matter, and it was 80% related to the extraordinary event.
Seeing that Miao Zhen had understood something, the Metropolitan Police Department didn't hide it anymore. They simply picked out the things that happened.
Hearing that a policeman buried in the cemetery actually came back to the police station on the seventh day, Miao Zhen was so scared that the fat on his body trembled. Who could stand this?
"I really don't know when this kind of thing happened in the temple before. It was always people who paid us to bury the people."
"If something like this happened, how would I dare to do business there."
The people of the Metropolitan Police Department nodded, but Miao Zhen understood what they meant. Do you think the police will believe you?
"Everyone … You won't suspect me of doing something, right?"
Miao Zhen wanted to cry but had no tears. He had already hidden in another county, but trouble still came. "Do you think I am an enlightened monk?"
"I don't have that ability. There are many monks in the whole Island nation, and I am the most ignorant one. I smoke, drink, dance, and race cars. Even if there is a similar method in our Pure Land School, it is not my turn to learn it."
When the Metropolitan Police Department "received" Miao Zheng, the research on the memorial tablet and the skeleton was in full swing. Because the skeleton still needed to be matched with other factors, it was slower, but they had already found some clues about the memorial tablet.
"The wood of the memorial tablet is evergreen nanmu, which is a common greening tree in Tokyo. It is not the same species as the deciduous tree that was just sent to Akamon Temple."
"The texture is very hard. Compared with ordinary nanmu, the material of the tablet is more compact. It is estimated that the hardness has reached the level of ordinary hot-rolled steel."
"According to the transcribed inscription, the handwriting on the tablet was not written by the monks of Chimen Temple, and in the traces of the words on the tablet … no scratches were found."
"What do you mean?"
"The words on the tablets are not carved. They are depressions formed during the tree's growth, just like the cracks in the bark of a tree. But the difference is that the tablets are made of solid wood."
How could a solid part of a piece of wood have a dent on its own? Moreover, it happened to have the same name as Matsunaka Kazuo. But when they thought that it was an extraordinary item, the higher-ups could accept it.
It was speculated that the tablet was as hard as steel, which showed its extraordinariness.
What precious wood, gems, gold, and precious metals were not worth mentioning in front of this tablet.
In the research base in Yokosuka, there were not only scientific researchers, but also folklore experts. Among them were the people in charge of several major shrines of the Island Nation.
It was impossible for them to perform Yin-Yang Jutsu, but it was very useful in opening up ideas.
"Priest Ito, what do you think of this piece of wood?" A big figure in the cabinet asked Priest Ito next to him.
It was shameful to say that with the help of his granddaughter, Priest Ito had a transcendent position in the base.
It was not because of the mysterious swordsman, Akamon, but because his granddaughter's words "decided" the fate of the new base in Yokosuka.
It was not an exaggeration to say that it was decided by one sentence.
As soon as the Bone Lady was captured, the government mobilized these professionals. At that time, MIfang, who came late, confirmed the true situation in Adachi District. After seeing the Bone Lady, he changed his previous distrustful look. After digesting the shock, he began to ask the Island Nation government to hand over the Bone Lady, so that she could receive the highest level of research in MIfang's territory.
Facing the tough attitude of MIfang's father, the Island Nation government was ready to swallow the bitterness.
But Aso Itō's words made the eyes of the Island Nation government light up.
"Can these native-born monsters exist in another country of faith?
The eight million gods are the native gods of the Island Nation. If they leave the island, they may collapse instantly. "
When Aso Itō said this, his face was cold and serious, like a great scientist standing in front of everyone to preach his newly created theory.
There was no way to verify Little Witch's words. There was no second Transcendents in the world, but this sentence could not be proved false either.
Yes, if she left the Island Nation, what if the Bone Lady collapsed directly? After all, no one had seen the existence of Transcendents. Finally, after thinking about it again and again, MIfang decided to build such a research base on the island.
Compared with his granddaughter, he was too inferior and incompetent as a high priest.
"This piece of wood, it should be a memorial tablet."
After holding back for a long time, Priest Ito said nonsense, "It is not an ordinary memorial tablet. I guess it is likely to be an item from the spiritual world. Because the deceased's obsession was too heavy, he turned into a soul and returned to the world, and this extraordinary memorial tablet is his dependence. In addition to the help of this memorial tablet, it is also because today is the seventh day of the deceased's death, when his soul is at its strongest."
"When it was pointed out by others, the deceased woke up to his death, and his soul completely rested, but this dependence remained in the world."
Priest Ito said a lot of nonsense, and the cabinet bigwigs nodded repeatedly, "I see, I see."
So this piece of wood was really a treasure. The wood from the world after death had the ability to let people's souls rest on it. The cabinet bigwigs looked at the wood with fiery eyes.
"The test shows that the memorial tablet is the same species as the evergreen nanmu planted in the Wanfu Temple."
The researcher waved his hand in front of the equipment, "This is the sawdust of the Wanfu Temple that has just been sent for inspection, it can't be wrong."
"…" Priest Ito's face did not change, and there was no embarrassment, "It seems that this memorial tablet is made of the wood closest to the place of death, or maybe there is something strange about the Wanfu Temple."
"Dying near the Wanfu Temple, the soul will be strengthened after death, and can return to the world?"
Looking at the fiery eyes of the cabinet bigwigs, Priest Ito's heart was cold, "It's just a guess, not accurate."