Chapter 162: Wind Bell

"Ah, Brother Fei, are you planning to check the 1983 Nancheng death registry? We thought about that before, but we contacted the Civil Affairs Bureau, and they said it was too long ago; they aren't even sure if the specific records from back then still exist."

"No, no, I want to go to a certain place," Qi Fei said.

"Da Baoen Si," Zhong Kui's voice suddenly came. Elusive as ever, no one knew when she had appeared in the room.

"Eh?" Wu Shanqiu looked at Zhong Kui, who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. "Why aren't you wearing high heels today?"

"Aren't we going out?" Zhong Kui smiled.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Qi Fei's mouth lifted involuntarily, filled with the pride of feeling that only she understood him in this world.

"Let's go, the sun is so nice, let's go for a walk!" Qi Fei grabbed the car keys and pulled Zhong Kui away.

Only Wu Shanqiu remained, facing the table full of Ye Ming's relics, muttering: "Brother Fei is really something. After spending so much time with Zhong Kui, he's become all mysterious too."

The sky was high and the clouds were light; the spire of the Liuli Ta at Da Baoen Si pierced the blue sky. The spring breeze curled the copper bells on the eaves, making them jingle and startling a flock of grey starlings resting on the top of the tower.

The peacock blue and bright yellow glazes from the Yongle era seemed to flow in the spring sunshine.

Qi Fei, who didn't believe in ghosts or gods, rarely set foot here, and for the first time, he appreciated the solemnity and magnificence of the ancient temple.

Just as he was appreciating the vibrant scene of the temple in the beautiful spring light, a withered face appeared before him, and those murky old eyes cast that familiar look of wariness at him—Meng Apo had been waiting at Da Baoen Si for a long time.

At her feet, Luosha's blue-grey fur was soaked with silver light like stardust in the sun. The moment its amber eyes saw Zhong Kui, a soft light suddenly flashed through its coldness, and with a "Meow," it flew into her arms.

"Luosha, you're not like you were when you were little; you're too heavy, get down." Zhong Kui spoke as if to a big child, in a rare tone of tenderness.

Luosha seemed to understand Zhong Kui's words completely, jumping down from her silently and pacing right beside her feet.

Qi Fei, fearing that Meng Apo would nag about his relationship with Zhong Kui, took the initiative to declare: "We are here to work on a case, you cannot hinder our work."

Meng Apo seemed not to have heard him, her tightly closed lips motionless, and she turned and walked toward the Liuli Ta.

Zhong Kui, while stroking Luosha's head, said: "I asked Apo to come this time."

"Hmm? Why?"

"To find Dharma Master Sheng Hui of Da Baoen Si, we have to rely on Apo's face." Zhong Kui smiled cryptically.

"Who is Dharma Master Sheng Hui?"

"The Abbot here."

As soon as Zhong Kui finished speaking, Meng Apo turned her head and gave Qi Fei a look of disdain, as if very dissatisfied with his ignorance.

Qi Fei scratched his head in embarrassment: "This is purely my knowledge blind spot."

"No wonder you don't recognize the Soul Suppressing Rune on the deceased," Zhong Kui said, looking at the treasure orb on the Liuli Ta ahead.

"Although I don't know the Abbot of Da Baoen Si, I know that seeing the Abbot is not that easy. I didn't expect Meng Apo's face to be so big?" Qi Fei honestly expressed his surprise.

"Apo's late husband used to be a security guard here. When the temple caught fire back then, he risked his life to save many scriptures, allowing them to escape the fate of being burned." Zhong Kui looked at Meng Apo's thin, small back leading the way in front. ===== CHAPTER 163 =====