"On the west window of the moon, sit alone next to the small building. Who is it that has touched my garments? Who is it that has moved my bread and my grain? Who is it that treads on my bones?'

As if he remembered something, the young man's face suddenly became hideous. The black evil aura kept coming out.

I couldn't see his face clearly, and all I saw was a blurry black shadow.

"Because—you're my prey!" Gently opened my lips, I said coldly.

Ten years of obsession, it must be very delicious.

I ducked away, and the door creaked open.

A hairy head poked out, and the scholar's wistful face was met.

Fool, add chaos at the critical moment!

The black mist quickly rolled up the scholar, turned his head and ran.

I hurriedly chased after it, and when I reached a mountain forest, the black fog suddenly disappeared.

"Who? Come out! "I lifted my sword and drank it cold.

Out of the grass rolled out an old man, his skin wrinkled, like an orange peel that had lost moisture. The hair was sparse, like a wooden comb with many broken teeth.

"Immortal...... Immortals spare their lives! The little old man shrank into a ball and kowtowed busily.

There was a strange smell wafting in the air, and I frowned: "Sneaky, why are you hiding here!"

"Burn...... Burn incense ......" The old man's eyes flickered, and he cautiously glanced around, as if he was afraid of something.

Burning incense in the middle of the night?

Worship God or Worship?

"Five Mile Village,"

I asked.

Old Ham was silent.

"What's the matter, you don't dare to respond when you kill someone?"

I bent over and walked over one step at a time.

"On the night of five years ago, in the Xuanqing Temple, a young Taoist in a green robe, a pair of small dimples,"

"Ghost ...... Ghost...... Claim for Life...... The ghost ...... for his life," the old man shuddered and stumbled.

In the distance, I don't know who is singing, the voice is thin and long, and it is indescribably cold.

The west window on the moon,

Sit alone next to a small building.

Who is it that has moved my garments?

Who is it that has moved my bread and my grain?

Who is it that treads on my bones,

Who is it that closes the light again?

Never-ending night,

There is not a glimmer of light,

I'll climb up to the west window,

Looking into the distance,

Those who are by the bones,

Don't come unharmed?

……

The west window, the small building, the food and clothing, and the bones, I silently recited it a few times, and there seems to be some connection between them.

Statue of the Taoist child! A flash of light flashed in my mind, and I turned around and turned back to Xuanqingguan.

He Shusheng was really lying in the side hall.

I touched the statue of Dao Tong and there was a tiny hole in the top.

I see!

"Don't show up yet,"

I snorted.

Locust tree spirit? Demon Monk? Nondescript ghosts? Xuanqingguan is really lively.

"What a big appetite," I said, plucking the beads and hitting the hiding places of the men.

The demon monk jumped down, with a black and blue face and colorful colors on his body.

I took a look, but it was a bobcat essence that had only been eaten for a few years.

The old locust tree spirit also jumped down, leaning down with his eyebrows lowered, and a dark shadow stood beside him.

"Why, the spoils are unevenly divided? Let's get my idea? ”

I raised an eyebrow and glanced at a few people. The small movements at the bottom suddenly stopped.

The demon monk flicked his sleeves and left.

"What do you have to say?" I glanced at the two that were left.

No, one and a half.

Suddenly, the old locust tree spirit knelt down, wept bitterly and said, "It's all my fault, it's me who dragged this child down, if you want to blame me." It's all to blame for my incompetence at the time......"

The shadow boy stood in place, his body twisting painfully, his body constantly changing.

Traces of black qi emerged from him, spilling into a large patch in the air.

I walked over and caught up with the shadow. Gently patting him on the back, the boy gradually quieted down.

The past came flooding back, and I gasped.

Five years ago, there was a great drought. The drought situation is rare in a hundred years, and a drought is more than 300 days.

At that time, the sun was scorching and burning. If you step on the ground, you can burn a bubble. Basil in the wild can be lit when the wind blows.

The rivers have dried up to the bottom, and the land has cracked so much that people have fallen. The air was hot and dry, and there was not a hint of coolness. The sky is like a huge steamer, steaming the people of this side to deform.

As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of miles in a radius, and floating corpses are everywhere. The bones were abandoned indiscriminately on the side of the road, and no one came to collect them, and there were sallow and sallow figures everywhere.

Wuli Village is also shrouded in it.

Although they are hungry, the people of Wuli Village are much better off than outside.

There is no other reason, Xuan Zhen, the youngest disciple of Xuan Qingguan, can always conjure up a handful of food and silently help them continue to survive.

No one knows how long the drought will last, and hunger turns people into wild beasts.

At first, the people of Wuli Village were grateful, and they knelt on the ground with weeping bitterly, praising the young man who sat on the threshold to give food.

Xuan Zhen always cracked his mouth, revealing a pair of cute dimples, and touched his head embarrassedly: "It should be...... You're welcome...... That's what I'm supposed to do,"

Unpredictable hearts were the last lesson that the mountain people taught him.

Hungry, hungry, not enough, too little food!

There were gradually complaints in the crowd, and the people of Wuli Village began to use their brains.

They began to go to Xuanqing to deceive food, recounting a tragic past that did not belong to them at all.

Xuan Zhen is always stupidly fooled, he wiped his tears, his eyes were red: "Take it, take it, it's so pitiful." I'm not going to eat it, you've got to save them......"

The surplus food dropped sharply, and he began to perceive that something was wrong, so he refused the request of the people of Wuli Village.

However, how can the water that burst the embankment be withdrawn if it is recovered?

"This bag of grain is mine, and it's time to reap something in return for supporting you for so many years,"

In the crowd, I don't know who said a word, and I don't know who kicked him.

Since then, the people of Wuli Village have climbed up to the gate every day and snatched the food with peace of mind. Before leaving, he kicked the young man.

Giving food has become Xuanzhen's nightmare.

He always sat on the ground dumbfounded, holding his head and feet. Sitting back, he said timidly, "Please, leave me some......"

All it attracted was merciless ridicule and a kick from everyone.

There is no food, there is no food in the view.

He sighed as he touched the bag of three days' bread that was left.

The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings, and a riot is about to break out.

On the west window of the moon, he sat alone by the small building. The bright torch illuminates the Taoist temple like daylight.

On the threshold, there is an endless stream of hungry wolves.

He fell to the stone floor, and the back of his head was smeared, and pomegranate blossoms were extremely red. The dilated pupils stared at the swaying figure, and the chapped lips opened slightly.

The west window on the moon,

Sit alone next to a small building.

Who is it that has moved my garments?

Who is it that has moved my bread and my grain?

Who is it that treads on my bones,

Who is it that closes the light again?

……

"Come here,"

A black shadow without a face, thin as paper. I watched him quietly and led him to the statue of the Taoist child.

His body trembled, and I took his hand, trying to give him even the slightest comfort.

Forever this image, there is no place for reincarnation.

What a grudge can be so rushed to kill, even in the next life and the next life.

No wonder, just five years. He was able to separate half of his soul and escaped from the statue of Daotong.

How can resentment be stopped, within a thousand years, a radius of thousands of miles is a place of death.

"Go ahead," I looked at the little real person in the light, and my chest was a little stuffy.

"Thank you Childe, thank you Grandpa Locust Tree,"

The boy nodded, and walked straight in, his face innocent.

The old locust tree wiped his teary eyes and said goodbye to him.

"Your senior brother is waiting for you," I paused, "The Thirteenth will accompany you in the next life,"

The young man was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and tears were dripping from the corners of his eyes.

The green mangs floated in, I picked up the obsession, and the obsession melted into the hand.

Glancing at the old locust tree spirit, I waved my sleeves and scattered it for a thousand years: "It's good to do it yourself,"

The locust tree spirit sat down on the ground, and I turned to leave.

The next day, a new inscription was posted at the city gates.

Wuli Village murdered the Xuanqingguan Taoist, the crime was true, and the body was poured in the statue of the Taoist child. In order to cover up the truth, 13 ground-moving workers were assassinated. The whole village is sheltered, and the circumstances are vile. Shi Lian sit, and the whole village was exiled to the northwest for 3,000 miles.

On this day, the thousand-year-old locust tree behind the Taoist temple split its waist.

Some people say that this is a matter of revenge and a warning from God.

Three days later, I departed, followed by a dejected scholar.

He Shusheng asked me, "Why don't you tell the Taoist the truth?"

I looked at him, and the corners of my eyes were full of unconcealed complaints, what a stupid ......

Leaning over, I stared into his eyes and sighed softly: "You said, you are going to die, and there is someone who will not leave you." Do you want to know that he is taking advantage of you? Or don't want to? ”

He Shusheng was silent.

I looked up into the distance, and the wind was blowing.

The crow fluttered its wings and landed lightly in the palm of its hand. I unfold the ball of paper: Quick Return.