Seeing this, Yehenalati couldn't help but asked harmoniously.
She also stopped and followed Song Sanxi's gaze to look at the fake Buddha bone relic.
On the spot, before Song Sanxi had time to say anything, Yehenalati frowned and sniffed with a straight nose.
She asked: "What is this smell? How can the relics of ancestor Sakyamuni Mou have such a smell?"
Song Sanxi turned to look at her and said, "Unexpectedly, the saint also smelled it."
Yehenalati nodded and prepared to get closer and smell it.
Song Sanxi has come closer.
Unfortunately, Yehenalati's mouth suddenly touched Song Sanxi's face.
"ah……"
Two people exclaimed at the same time.
On the spot, Song Sanxi was shocked.
Feeling so elastic!
Turning around, Yehenalati's face was flushed, and she lightly covered her red lips, "Mr. Sanxi, I'm sorry, I was impulsive..."
Song Sanxi smiled grandly, "It's okay, Saint Yehenalati, it's just a coincidence."
Then, he turned around and got closer and smelled the breath on the Buddha's bone relic.
This breath has a faint fishy smell.
It escapes from the round hole on the glass cover of the Buddha's bone relic.
Although it is very faint, he is a person with an extraordinary sense of smell and can distinguish it.
Saint Yehenalati has been a vegetarian for a long time, drinks holy springs when thirsty, chants Buddha's name to cleanse her heart, and has a very sensitive sense of smell, so she can naturally distinguish.
Song Sanxi took a closer look and was suddenly shocked.
"No! This Buddha bone relic is fake!"
"Ah?" Yehenalati was shocked on the spot, even a little frightened, "How could this... be fake?"
Yehenalati is afraid because this is the area under his jurisdiction.
The sacred object of the ancestors has the supreme status.
Once it is lost, it will be her big mistake and sin!
Song Sanxi immediately opened the glass cover, took the fake in his hand, touched it, and took a look.
I sniffed again.
On the spot, he felt insulted on his face.
His expression was as serious as ice.
When Yehenalati saw it, he was so nervous that he didn't know why, and grabbed his sleeve: "Mr. Sanxi, what does this smell like? Why is it fake?"
Song Sanxi glanced at her hand, and she quickly took it away, her face turning red again.
The shy saint was so beautiful that Song Sanxi's heart was in turmoil when she saw it.
Song Sanxi also had a bitter smile, raised the fake, and said softly: "Saint Yehenalati, as a woman, do you really not know what this aura is?"
Yehenalati shook his head, looking confused, "I don't know!"
Song Sanxi had no choice but to explain in a low voice.
Yehenalati's face turned red on the spot, "Ah, why...is it this kind of smell?"
"Don't you have one?" Song Sanxi asked subconsciously and naturally.
"I..." Yehenalati's face was burning. She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes. She seemed to be looking at herself somewhere. She was embarrassed but sincere, "I... it doesn't smell like this. It doesn't smell like this...
…Very, very light, very light…”
After she finished speaking, her whole head lowered.
That holy, white and tender face was already red to the root of her neck.
Song Sanxi could even feel that her shyness accelerated her blood circulation and caused the heat on her face to dissipate.
Along with this dispersion, there was a clear fragrance on her face, which was also very light.
But the smell makes people feel calm and comfortable.
The saint is a saint, even the body fragrance on her body is so fascinating.
Song Sanxi took a few deep breaths, closed her eyes, held the Buddha bone relic, and said coldly: "Fake! I even know who brought this fake and came to replace it."
"Ah? Really? Is it really a fake? Who replaced it?"
Yehenalati looked at Song Sanxi with his eyes closed, and felt that his face became more and more comfortable as he looked at it, and his heart beat faster.
Song Sanxi opened his eyes and looked at the fake in his hand, "This Buddha bone doesn't have the clear color of the relic, and it can't be distinguished by normal eyesight. Moreover, the weight is insufficient. Not to mention, the feeling of getting it is just like an ordinary plaster body. , it is not at all like the remnants left after experiencing the raging fire, as gentle and moist as jade.”
"Ah? Mr. Sanxi..." Yehenalati was so surprised and felt that he was too powerful.
Before he finished speaking, Song Sanxi pressed hard with his thumb and index finger.
There was a crisp snap!
The fake was shattered into pieces and fell from Song Sanxi's fingers.
"Ah..." Yehenalati was shocked and covered her lips, "This is really, really fake... Where is the Buddha, really?"
Song Sanxi patted the residue on her hand, her eyes a little cold, "In the hands of Sokora Yoko, a female philanthropist!"
"Is it her? Did she stuff this into her vagina, bring it in, and then secretly change it?" Yehenalati felt a sense of disappointment in her heart. She was so disappointed.
Song Sanxi nodded, "It's her, 100%! This little Risang person really has evil intentions! It's a pity that she met me and can't escape."
Yehenalati thought for a while, then her face turned red again, and she looked at Song Sanxi, "How are you sure it's her? Sarana was there a few days ago!"
Song Sanxi smiled, of course he didn't want to say that he knew what Sarana smelled like.
He only said: "In the afternoon, the real relic was still here. But after dinner, it was gone. Earlier, I went out to eat, and Sozora Yoko stayed here for a while. She had the time and space to commit crimes. Not to mention... …”
As he spoke, Song Sanxi smiled bitterly, but still said seriously: "I saved her the day she was poisoned. I used wine at that time..."
Song Sanxi explained the situation one by one.
In particular, when he saw that the wine was about to flow into the white tiger, he wiped it with a tissue.
At that time, he smelled her scent.
This breath is the same as the breath on the Buddha's bones.
Finally, Song Sanxi sneered and said: "The great holy object was hidden and taken away by her in that dirty place. It's simply abominable! Xiao Risang is just a change!"
As if he had been greatly insulted, Yehenalati gritted his teeth, his Buddha mind gone, "Mr. Sanxi, it's lucky to have you! I'll call someone right away to go over there and catch her! Once, The Risang people stole the matching Buddha bone relic in the middle part of the thumb, and our hatred will never be forgotten! Today, she will not get better!"
Her voice is as cold as beads falling on a jade plate, and it sounds pleasant.
That expression was no longer that of a saint, but that of a Rakshasa.
Song Sanxi smiled slightly, "Saint, calm down! Buddha's heart, be steady! There is no need to go to war, just let me handle it."
"No! This is Sakyamuni's descendant's own business, and it is also the responsibility of the saint! Sir, if your inference is established, it is already good."
With that said, Yehenalati was about to run outside.
But Song Sanxi pulled her and said solemnly: "Have you forgotten that the Saint's Holy Heart is not a weapon? Not to mention, I, Song, have never had any good impressions of the Risang people. I once stole the Buddha with them.
At the same time as the bone relics, they committed numerous bloody crimes in my hometown of Zhonghai. I, the descendant of Zhonghai, will never forget it! Saint, don’t worry, even if I dig, I have to dig out the Buddha bones for you from the white tiger!
I want her to use her mouth to suck out the dirt on it and then return it!"
These words were so impactful that Yehenalati was extremely moved.
She took his hand and held it with both hands, "Okay, Mr. Sanxi, please. I need people, you just need to bring them over. There is no master here who is not a master of Ayin! Thank you for your advice.
Holy Heart of the Saint, if I don’t fight with weapons, I would be reckless!”