The dead silence lasted for only a moment, and then it was overwhelmed by the uproar in the audience.

"How is it possible? How could it be instructed by Master Guangzhi."

"This monk slandered people. Could it be that he liked children like that monster, so he helped him, otherwise why would he have to bring a little girl around him?"

"Yes, the woman hit the roof of the side hall with a blow last night, and she must be not a human being!"

Everyone looked at Guangzhi standing on the table, and Tang Sanzang standing at the table pointing at Guangzhi, with different expressions on his face and talking softly.

"This... the master must have misunderstood. How could this matter be related to me? Moreover, I found the child's clothes in the monster's wardrobe. This matter was exposed by the master's disciple, and all the villagers present last night could testify. The master was not in the temple last night, so I'm afraid he didn't know about it." Guangzhi looked at Tang Sanzang, and his face was still calm.

"Yes, we all saw it last night. The monster hid the children's clothes in the closet. This was absolutely true!" Someone in the crowd responded. Everyone nodded, and their eyes were already a little alert when they looked at Tang Sanzang, and many people looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang and glanced at Guangzhi again. He turned around and looked out the door, neither nodding nor objecting, but just muttered softly: "Isn't it really that ugly monk?"

"I saw you and Guangmou talking under the poplar trees outside my yard. It was you who instructed him to set fire, but he should be unable to speak anymore. If I was right, then nodded." Tang Sanzang didn't care about everyone's eyes and words. Looking at Guangmou who was gradually quieting down, a piece of rag was stuffed into his mouth, and blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone looked at Guangmou in unison, and even Wukong turned his head slightly.

Guangmou stared at Guangzhi, lit his head hard, his blood-filled eyes full of anger.

"How could it be..." Sun Wukong clenched his fists and squinted his eyes and looked at Guangzhi, "This kid lied to me?"

Everyone present also had a slightly change in their faces, looking at each other for a moment, not knowing who to believe. If Guangzhi really instructed Guangmou to burn the Zen Room, then what was he doing?

"It's a lot of nonsense. This monster hates me to expose him. How can he take what he says seriously?" Guangzhi shook his sleeves and looked at Tang Sanzang with some anger and said, "I respect you, you came from the Heavenly Kingdom. Although the evidence is conclusive, you are talking nonsense and slandering me. Could it be that you and this monster are accomplices?"

Then he pointed to Xiong Xiaobu standing at the door and continued, "You came to stay but didn't sleep in the temple. You disappeared for a night. Your little girl still doesn't know where you are, and you have kidnapped a little girl from. If you don't explain clearly where this little girl came from today, you will definitely not be able to get out of this temple."

Upon hearing this, the people standing beside Tang Sanzang took a few steps back and looked at Tang Sanzang with alert faces. Some young and middle-aged men even held their own sticks and hatchets in their hands. Some people who lost their children also squeezed in front, looking at Xiong Xiaobu standing beside Sun Wukong, wanting to see if he was his own child.

"Damn, this guy is a waste of talent if he doesn't go to the United States to participate in the presidential election. There is no problem with fooling the masses." Tang Sanzang complained in his heart, his expression still remained calm on his face. He jumped onto the table set by the wooden table, and looked at Guangzhi who subconsciously retreated to another table. "What you call the evidence is conclusive, but it is actually full of loopholes."

"How many people have seen this with their own eyes? Could it be that they have all lied!" Guangzhi said coldly.

Those people who came to put out the fire last night all expressed their support for Guangzhi.

"It's not a lie, they just saw the fake facts." Tang Sanzang shook his head, pointed at Pu Xuan and continued, "Abbot Pu Xuan has a habit of collecting robes and loves to show off. If I'm not wrong, those robes should be placed in the closet of his room, right?"

Tang Sanzang looked at a square-faced monk in the audience who was carrying a clothes hanger yesterday, and he could remember everyone he had seen. Although everyone didn't understand what Tang Sanzang wanted to say, they still looked at him with his eyes.

The square-faced monk was watched by everyone, hesitated for a while, and nodded and said, "Yes."

Seeing him admitting, Tang Sanzang continued, "Last night, Puxuan sent someone to his room to move out all the robes. At that time, all the wardrobes were opened and there were no children's clothes inside. Why did Wukong smash the wardrobe when the wardrobe appeared?"

"This... there was no such thing at that time." The square-faced monk was stunned, but nodded. The monks who held the robes last night also nodded to indicate that they had not seen the children's clothes in the closet.

"We clearly saw clothes flying out of the closet, how could it be that there was no..." The old man with a beard murmured last night, looking disbelief.

"What's going on? Are there any children's clothes in Abbot Puxuan's wardrobe?" The monks standing next to him didn't know who they should believe in at this time.

"Who did that?" Sun Wukong's eyes swept across everyone and fell on Tang Sanzang. He suddenly thought of what he had praised before, and suddenly felt a little hot on his face. This guy said the opposite, if Pu Xuan was not the murderer, wouldn't she have caught the wrong person?

"That may be that there is a mezzanine in his wardrobe. Only after it was broken did he find the clothes inside." Guangzhi's face changed slightly, and his hands under the wide-sleeved monk's robe held tightly and said loudly.

"No, someone put the children's clothes in after taking out the cassock. Because the light was too dark, he would not look closely. So no one noticed the children's clothes." Before everyone could react, Tang Sanzang took over the monks, glanced at a thin monk, pointed at him and said, "You, come out."

The little monk shyly refused to come out. The monks around him dared not get involved, so they all dispersed to the side and gave him out in an instant.

Guangzhi looked at the little monk and his face changed.

Everyone listened to Tang Sanzang's words and was confused at this time, but many people were no longer so sure that Pu Xuan was a monster.

Three hundred years ago, Puxuan begged for alms bit by bit to rebuilt Guanyin Zen Temple, and the grandfathers of the people were celebrating his persistence and hardship stories from generation to generation. Among those stories, there are countless deeds about how he went out to beg for alms and save the villagers of Qiushan Town.

Everyone stared at the little monk, wondering why Tang Sanzang asked him out.

"You put your clothes in the abbot's closet? When you went to carry the robes last night, you went out with you. They all came back together. You were only half a quarter of an hour later." Tang Sanzang looked at the little monk and his voice turned cold, "Who ordered you to do it?"

The young monk was only fourteen or fifteen years old and was so panicked that he was staring at by everyone. After hearing Tang Sanzang's words, he was even more anxious and cried. His eyes subconsciously looked at Guangzhi. However, after looking at Guangzhi's eyes, his whole body trembled. He quickly looked away and looked at Tang Sanzang trembling, but said firmly: "I don't know what you are saying, I don't know anything, I did nothing."

Guangzhi's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at Tang Sanzang and sneered: "You can't make up the story anymore, right? You were not in the temple last night, everything was just you talking nonsense."

Many people breathed a sigh of relief in the audience, obviously they still didn't believe that Guangzhi was shaking Pu Xuan and deceiving everyone, and they hated Tang Sanzang even more.

"Wukong, this bitch is unwilling to tell the truth." Tang Sanzang looked at the trembling little monk and looked back at Sun Wukong helplessly, looking at him cutely for help.

"Treat the bitch, you will be honest when you are scared." Sun Wukong curled his lips and raised his hand, as if he had thrown something out.
Chapter completed!