Chatper 293 (2/2)

He Qiaoyan took out a transparent vacuum bag, and there was something vaguely inside the bag, "See if you can solve this."

Cheng Jiangxue took the vacuum bag, "Found it at the old address of Yu's house?"

"almost."

"First test to see the composition." Cheng Jiangxue said.

The dean said: "It's getting late, take an hour's rest first, and continue working later."

After the dean finished speaking, he left with Lin Zhi.

Cheng Jiangxue put down the vacuum bag and took out a sachet from his pocket, "The two hundred and five gave it to me. I tested the ingredients in it, and it seems to avoid poisonous insects. If she didn't give me the sachet, she wouldn't encounter it." Now."

He Qiaoyan took the sachet, "It's her choice that she is willing to give it to you. No matter who you or she has become like this, you will feel uncomfortable. Did she say where she got this sachet?"

"Dabei Temple, an old monk gave it to her. I asked Boss Shen to check it out, but I couldn't find the monk she described."

"Is it possible that the method to remove the poison is in this sachet?"

"Professor Lin and I are already doing experiments in this area. Go back and check that monk, because my mother and Xiao Mingzi also went to the Great Compassion Temple that day. I suspect that monk knows something."

"It's possible that the time he gave Yueyue sachet was too coincidental."

"He may know that my mother is going to play a trick on Yue Yue." Cheng Jiangxue's face darkened suddenly.

This trade-off was done perfectly.

She and Xiao Mingzi escaped a catastrophe, so Qin Yiyue could have escaped a catastrophe.

But that stupid bastard actually gave her the sachet that day.

Cheng Jiangxue was both angry and heartbroken for a while.

He Qiaoyan put the sachet to his nose and smelled it, his face changed slightly.

Afterwards, he returned the sachet to Cheng Jiangxue, "I've left the experiment to you, I'll go out for a while. When it's meal time, you can have a meal with her."

"Um."

**

late at night.

In the quiet and dark Daxiong Hall, a monk sat on a futon, twirling Buddhist beads and chanting sutras in a low voice.

That monk was the monk who had spoken to Qin Yiyue, Master Wuzhi.

A slender and straight figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The monk continued to chant scriptures in a low voice as if he hadn't noticed.

He Qiaoyan raised his foot and kicked the monk's back, and the moment he was about to touch him, the futon moved to the other side at an incredible speed.

He Qiaoyan folded his arms around his chest, "Old man, if you don't concentrate on chanting, you might as well stop chanting. Even if you recite the Buddha, it will bother you."

The monk opened his eyes and stood up from the futon, "Amitabha, Buddha, don't blame my little disciple, he just yawns occasionally, and he didn't do any other bad things. Amitabha!"

He Qiaoyan lazily rolled his eyes, "Have you seen your apprentice's wife?"

"See you, she's much cuter than you. If I had known her earlier, I wouldn't have you. It would be good to accept her as my apprentice."

He Qiaoyan snorted coldly, "Old man, stop trying to take advantage of me. Do you know someone is going to frame my wife?"