In the Taibaiju Inn, Yang Jingyu sat at the table, his long hair hanging down was slightly fixed with a hosta, and under the sunlight projected in front of the window, it glowed like a sparkling sheen. He gently shook the mahogany fan in his hand, there was no expression on his handsome face, and even those bright eyes were as deep as the sea, allowing the two strands of hair on his forehead to fall on his thick and well-proportioned lips.

The old woman's sudden suicide made everyone's hearts feel as if they had fallen into a boulder, and they were so depressed that they couldn't breathe. Even the usually chatty proprietress didn't talk much, and sat across from Yang Jingyu casually, lining her cheeks with her hands, with a faint flow of grief on her face.

The old woman's body, the proprietress has paid for someone to carry it away for a thick burial. Sister Qishuang went out to do some errands, as for Xiao Wu, who was frightened in the morning, she was listlessly wiping the table with a rag at the moment.

The atmosphere is not the harmony of the past. The two sat at the table and were silent for a long time. Seeing that Yang Jingyu frowned as if she was thinking about something, the proprietress opened her mouth, licked her slightly dry lips with her tongue, and said bitterly: "Young Master Yang, you don't have to be too sad, Mrs. Zhang's revenge has to be avenged, this sudden suicide, the slave family guesses, she definitely doesn't want to live...... No, it should be obsession, but I have no attachment to this world, so I want to be with my son. ”

Yang Jingyu paused the fan in his hand, looked up at the proprietress with a faint light flashing in his eyes, and said unhurriedly: "I'm fine, thank you for the boss's concern!

"Huh, you said that Mrs. Zhang didn't commit suicide, why?"

The proprietress was stunned, leaned forward, and approached Yang Jingyu, half of her bare chest light pressed in front of the table, and there were white flowers.

Yang Jingyu looked away at the window, and said lightly: "Guess!"

Seeing this, the corner of the proprietress hooked the corners of her mouth, and said sourly: "Guess, you little villain, when did you learn to play tricks on the old lady!"

His brows furrowed deeply, Yang Jingyu couldn't sit still, so he stood up and said softly: "Before there is no evidence, Jingyu will not jump to conclusions!"

At this moment, Qishuang Qilu also trotted back to the inn against the sultry sun.

"Childe, I found it!" Qishuang approached Yang Jingyu's side and panted.

"Thank you for your hard work, drink saliva first, and speak slowly!"

Yang Jingyu returned to his seat, lifted the kettle, poured two cups of tea and handed them over.

"Thank you, Childe!"

The two took the teacup, Qishuang opened her mouth and drank it all, wiped her mouth with her cuffs, and then said: "Childe, the two of us searched all the way along the market, and finally found a record of the Star and Moon Envoy of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect in the bookstore where the stall was set up, but it was just ...... ”

Speaking of this, Qishuang paused for a moment, and some disappointment appeared on her face: "A hundred years ago, the Ten Thousand Demon Sect raised troops to attack the Nine Sects, and it was this Star Moon Messenger who took the lead, and they were also killed by the Nine Sect Masters in that battle. ”

"Oh?"

Yang Jingyu was a little surprised, took the fan, raised his head and said, "Go, follow me to Gusu Temple!"

"Young Master Yang, when you go, help the slave family greet that little white face!"

The proprietress twisted her waist and walked over in all directions, her peach-like face showed two good-looking peach blossom eyes, and she gently squeezed Yang Jingyu.

Qilu pursed her lips with a look of disdain, and said, "You're afraid that you want men to go crazy, right?"

"What did the little sister say, ouch, look at your tender water, I'm afraid it's okay yet, right? Or, how about the old lady give Yang Gongzi to you, and taste the taste......?"

The proprietress turned her head to look at Qilu, with a different color in her eyes, and a deep smile on her charming face.

Qilu's face was red, and she quickly lowered her head.

Yang Jingyu glanced at the noisy two speechlessly, flicked his sleeves and walked out.

"Hey, Young Master Yang, don't forget the words of the slave family, you must bring the little white face!"

The proprietress was in front of the threshold, shouting loudly to Yang Jingyu and the three of them who were far away, and then flicked her arms, revealing her slender but fleshy arms, and slipped into the door with a slight twist of her feet.

The tranquil path up the mountain is like a streamer wrapped around the green hills, and it looks like a girl's half-hidden shy face. In the lonely forest, there is a thin layer of mountain air that intertwines the virtual and the real, like a magical light gauze curtain, delicately and gracefully painted into a picture of mountains and rivers. Along the way, the sun shines brightly, and the smooth bluestone steps fall two tall pine leaves, and some mud marks are spread on them, and the wildflowers quietly bloom in the forest, bringing people a sense of calm and leisure.

The air is good, of course, but mixed with the smell of the rise and fall of all things and corruption, all of which are reduced to a gust of wind, sweeping the tip of the nose, which makes people greedy. Listening to the pine waves, pleasant ears and clear hearts, and seeing pieces of grass, swaying waist, bright and pleasant. The sky is dotted with a few white clouds, and the white clouds float leisurely. There is a big river around the ground, and the river flows quietly. The white clouds float through Gusu Town, the sun is pouring into the city, the blue bricks and tiles, the houses are like this, and they are located in the mountains that cannot see the sky, just like a paradise. The river flows through Gusu Town, listen to the water silently, sit and watch the willows caress the wind. A flat boat shook on the water, and the sound of fishing songs vibrated Linyue, all leading the people waiting for the boat on the trestle to stretch their necks and stop to watch. The green mountains, green water, blue sky and white clouds, heaven and earth are completely integrated together in the water, forming a wonderful and peaceful picture.

Yang Jingyu and the three of them walked all the way up the path, and Qishuang Qilu only felt that there was a green onion in front of them, insects and birds, and it was full of fun. Only Yang Jingyu kept a straight face, and his mind kept thinking.

He had already preliminarily determined the main messenger behind the Moon Charm, but after receiving the news of Qishuang Qilu's investigation, he didn't feel a little confused in his thoughts.

Since the Xingyue Envoy died in the hands of Wu Daozi a hundred years ago, then the person who really caused chaos in Gusu Town was definitely not the Xingyue Envoy of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, which also shows that the words that the big man had time to finish that night were fake, but why did the person behind this kill people at that time? The big man must have leaked something, so that the person behind him had the intention to kill!

Yang Jingyu carefully recalled in his mind what the big man said that night, except for mentioning the Star and Moon Envoy of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, he was sure that the big man had not leaked any useful news.

Right now, the only way to find a way to get something out of Duchen's mouth is left.

He had no intention of appreciating the scenery, but unconsciously accelerated the pace of his feet. From time to time, the pine branches beside the road are hung with red strips of cloth, which should be the prayer and peace charms made by the Buddha on the mountain, some of them have been faded by the wind and sun, hanging on the branches, and swaying slightly with the light breeze.

In my ears, there was a faint sound of Langlang Sanskrit floating in the clouds, as if the mouths of all the monks were gathered and chanted together. The more he climbed, the more Yang Jingyu's heart felt that something was wrong, he seemed to have expected something, his face changed, and he opened his hand and flew up directly.

The last time I came at night, Yang Jingyu did not see the pattern of the whole temple clearly, and at this moment he turned around and fell in front of the temple, it can be seen that Gusu Temple is built on the mountain, carved beams and painted buildings, and it is brilliant. The temple is surrounded by green trees, flowers and plants, and the lifelike cliff statues on the side, all of which are solemn and quiet in the holy land of Buddhism.

The lotus flowers in the pond in front of the temple bloom very sparsely, but they are absolutely beautiful, like strings of pink stars dotted in a sea of green, blooming brilliantly and dazzlingly. The round leaves float on the surface of the water, and a crystal drop of water is circled on the leaf fan, but it can't fall into the water. In the water swims a large golden-blue carp, writhing its tail and spitting bubbles into the water surface under the noon sun.

There were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, but the noisy ones tirelessly opened their voices......

The two Buddhas at the temple gate twisted the Buddha's hand and sat on the front side, as if they were bowing their heads slightly to Yang Jingyu. Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly rose, the yellow pine and green pines all over the mountain swayed and rose with the wind, the sound of the pine waves was like ten thousand horses galloping, Jin Ge iron horses, colliding one by one, and the air ran through Changhong. It is like a storm crashing on the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of waves.

Yang Jingyu was very anxious at this time, fell in front of the temple, saw that the temple door was closed, and stepped forward to knock for a long time. Only a tender green peach tree stretched out of the courtyard wall, full of fruits, and it could hardly be overwhelmed.

Yang Jingyu waited for a while, pushed the door again, and saw that he couldn't enter from the inside, so he took a few steps back, pinned the peach fan to the leather, stepped on the ground, and entered the temple directly along the courtyard wall.

In front of him, dozens of small brown cloth monks fell to the ground, facing one place at the same time, with their hands folded, closing their eyes and chanting Buddha, with a sincere expression on their faces. The big Buddha on the door stands majestically, the face of compassion reflects the golden light in the sun, the smell of incense burning in the Buddha tripod, wisps of green smoke from the edges and corners of the magnificent temple of the temple, the vermilion corridor, the Caili pagoda slowly rises, as if the mountain has a fire, the whole Gusu town is shrouded in haze, and it is difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real.

Yang Jingyu's heart "chuckled", wasn't the direction in which the monks chanted the scriptures the same backyard where they visited Gusu Temple last night and talked to the dust?

He didn't bother to ask about the monks, and walked to the backyard of Gusu Temple.

Gusu Temple has a front yard and a back yard, the front yard is open to the outside world, is the place where all living beings worship the Buddha and the temple opens a lecture. This backyard is a place for monks to rest and cultivate. It's reluctant to say it's a backyard. The construction of the entire Gusu Temple did not invest much money, and due to the restrictions of the mountain, it was built in a hurry. Therefore, between the front and back yards, there is only the main side hall. To put it simply, the backyard is the side hall, and between them, there is only a cobblestone path that leads through the winding path, swaying like a sheep's intestine.

However, in the heyday of incense for more than 100 years, Gusu Temple had sufficient funds and finally repaired the entire temple. All the Buddhas in the main hall have crossed the golden body, along with the nine-meter-high Buddha in front of the courtyard. Although the temple is small, the flower platform pavilion and the pagoda hall are all golden pieces. But this does not include the dusty meditation room, which stands alone on the side of the mountain, low, dim and simple. The only carved window on the right side of the door was broken with several holes.

The smell of the incense made people want to vomit, and even the incessant noise of the cicadas outside the temple had to spread their wings and flee from this place that was calm on the surface but was in fact full of sin.

Yang Jingyu's arrival was also discovered by some monks. The last time he came to Gusu Temple, most of the monks naturally remembered him. And because of Duchen's special instructions, he walked all the way to the backyard, and no one stopped him.

The monks glanced at him, closed their eyes again, and continued to recite the Buddhist scriptures without distraction.

The cobblestone paths are no longer fun, and the midday sun is shining down, and you can still see the steaming water vapor in the air through the green smoke.

The weather was very hot, Yang Jingyu raised his hand to wipe his sweat, but he saw that the dusty room was full of monks chanting scriptures inside and out, and Langlang's Sanskrit voice became low and depressed, which made him feel a pang in his heart.

Three steps and two steps, he walked straight to the dusty room. The blocked road, when the monks found him, they all moved a small path to both sides.

Walking down the path, the room was a little dim and the atmosphere was dreary. He sat at the head of the bed with a delicate and ruddy face, as if he was closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, and as if he was sleeping, looking very peaceful. But the robe he was wearing was gone, and his hands were slumped on his legs, holding a piece of wood in his left hand and a piece of earth in his right hand.

Yang Jingyu stopped in front of him, his face was a little ugly, just as he had expected before, he was dead!

The only clue he had at the moment was also broken, Yang Jingyu suddenly felt very angry in his heart, he pulled up the old monk who was chanting scriptures on the ground, and asked in a deep voice: "Master, what is going on here?"

The old monk faced Yang Jingyu's questioning, his face looked very calm, he quickly twisted the Buddha beads, and saluted: "Amitabha, don't be anxious. My Buddha is merciful, and the abbot is dead, although it is suicide, it is to ascend to the world of bliss, and it is good. ”

"Suicide, suicide again?"

Yang Jingyu's eyes narrowed, this was definitely not a suicide.

Unexpectedly, the person behind the dust wanted to play a game of rats and cats with him.

Yang Jingyu refocused his gaze on the wooden blocks and dirt in Duchen's hands, and only then did he put away the anger in his heart, bowed to the old monk, and said, "Master, did you know before Master Duchen's suicide?"

The old monk sighed softly and said, "It was the abbot who called the poor monk to come, explained the matter, and told the poor monk that the benefactor would visit, so that the monks of the whole temple should not stop you." But the strange thing is that the abbot of the dust has wooden blocks and dirt in his hands, and no matter how hard the poor monk tries, he can't take them down!"

"Oh, that's weird!"

Yang Jingyu stretched out his hand and lightly touched Duchen's left hand, and then under the surprised gaze of the old monk, Duchen's left hand spread out strangely. The thumb-thick piece of wood fell off the palm of his hand and fell onto the mat.

Yang Jingyu also looked dazed, turned his head to look at the old monk's surprised expression, and strangely reached out to touch the right hand of the dust, exactly the same as before, the right hand of the dust was gently spread out, and the dry and hard soil immediately fell down his palm and fell on the straw mat.

"I see!"

The old monk was already full of shock, nodded heavily, stopped twisting the Buddha beads in his hand, looked at Yang Jingyu and said in a trembling voice: "Donor, you are a destined person of the abbot of the dust, these two things are what he gave you?"

Yang Jingyu was stunned, and he actually sent him a piece of wood and a piece of soil?

The old monk naturally understood the doubts in Yang Jingyu's heart, so he explained: "Amitabha, donor, my Buddha has a saying: 'All appearances are false. If you see things that are not like each other, you see them as they are. 'The abbot of the dust did not really give it to you just to give it to you. Amitabha, everything is an illusion, only bodhicitta and the abbot should want to tell the donor something, but the donor needs to personally go to enlightenment. Donor, do you understand?"

"Everything is an illusion, but only bodhichitta?"

Yang Jingyu muttered in his mouth, picked up the wooden blocks and soil that fell on the straw mat with both hands, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and suddenly had an epiphany in his heart. Then he folded his hands, respectfully bowed to the old monk, and said excitedly: "Thank you Master for your guidance!"

"Go ahead!"

The old monk bowed to Yang Jingyu in return, then retreated to the original place, closed his eyes, and continued to chant the Buddha ceremony.

Yang Jingyu bowed down and exited the dusty meditation room and walked towards the outside of the temple.

In the meditation room, wisps of incense and green smoke covered his dusty face, a touch of death came all over his ruddy face, and a mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted out from his closed mouth.

"Boom!"

On the long pavilion inscribed with the word "Jingshan" outside the temple, a young monk rang the bronze bell.