Under Xuanzang's confusion, I took out a cloth shoe and a jade pillow and said, "Do you know these two things?"

"Isn't it just a torn shoe and a precious jade pillow?"

"Do you know whose thing this is?"

"This jade pillow belongs to Princess Gaoyang, whose shoes belong to?"

"This shoe is Huili. I found it in Gao Yang's corpse, you can smell it." There was a faint smell of blood in the shoe, and I handed the shoe to Xuanzang's hand.

After Xuanzang smelled the smell of shoes, the doubt in his eyes became even stronger. He asked in confusion: "What do you want to say?"

"Do you know who killed Gao Yang? It was Huili who killed him. These shoes are evidence!"

"Amitabha, Huili is one of my favorite disciples, and is the next host I kissed. How could he do such a thing?"

"Because Gao Yang knows his secret!" I stared in Xuanzang's eyes and said, "If nothing happened to Bian Ji, will the next Hongfu Temple host come to Huili?"

"Of course it's not the turn!" After Xuanzang answered my words, he suddenly raised his head, looked at me, and said, "Are you suspicious, was Xuanzang framed by Huili?"

"It's not a doubt, I have evidence!" I raised the jade pillow again. After I poured the fire in my hand into the jade pillow, the jade pillow emitted a faint fragrance, and the nine-scent insect pattern emerged from the jade pillow.

After seeing the pattern of the nine-scented insect in the jade pillow, Xuanzang's chin fell down in surprise.

I continued: "Only those with extremely high Feng Shui techniques can catch the Jiuxiang Cymbidium. Obviously, Huili put this Jiuxiang Cymbidium into the jade pillow. In order to become the host of Hongfu Temple, Huili framed Bian Ji regardless of everything and gave the jade pillow to Bian Ji!"

"So Bian Ji was not moved from beginning to end, and they were all designed. Do you think Bian Ji was wronged or not?"

"Amitabha, the evil monk, Huili is the real evil monk!" Xuanzang beat his chest and stamped his feet in anger, regretting it.

"Oh!" I also sighed deeply and said, "Master Xuanzang, the only chance to remedy now is to untie the curse on Monk Wude and let Monk Wude successfully save Gao Yang!"

"I deserve to die. I deserve to fall into the Avici Hell, Bian Ji, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for my teacher."

"Boss, I said don't regret it, tell me how to untie the curse."

"There is no way!" Xuanzang was extremely sad, his eyes were filled with regret, and he said, "The curse on Bian Ji was possessed by hundreds of thousands of evil spirits in Hongfu Temple. It is a dead end and no one can solve it!"

"You are their host and a Buddha, so you can't do it?"

"Oh, there is no solution!" As he said, two rows of blood and tears flowed out of Master Xuanzang's eyes, holding the pass-through document in his hand.

The moment when the two lines of blood and tears fell, Xuanzang in front of me turned into a relic as the size of a fist under my surprise gaze, and lay quietly on the ground.

This relic gives people a feeling of ancient times and full of vicissitudes. There are two blood-red traces in the golden relic, which are different from the old feeling of the entire relic. The red on this relic is obviously a new addition.

Master Xuanzang's relics shed two lines of blood and tears. Only when regrets are the ultimate will this happen. This indirectly shows one thing: the curse on the body of the defender is really impossible to crack!

Brush, brush brush!
Chapter completed!