The sun is high, the sun is shining in the forest, and the breeze is charming, from the green, mixed with a few pine needles falling. The flowers on both sides of the path are waving in the wind, bathing in the meantime, and you can't forget about it.

Passing down, there are pedestrians slowly climbing along the stairs, endlessly, supporting in threes and twos, holding incense in their hands and going up reverently.

In the distance of Gusu Town, curling green smoke rose and shrouded the sky over the town, like a dream. The sun is shining, the breeze is not dry, and it is a rare good weather.

Yang Jingyu is dressed in white, with a very beautiful figure, bright facial features, and white facial features.

Walking all the way, the clothes are windy, easy and free, like an immortal falling from the sky, with its own aura.

Walking to the mountainside, I suddenly saw an old woman with sideburns lying on the ground, kneading her ankles with both hands, her face was distorted with knife carvings, and her eyes were slightly tear-stained, sitting on the ground and wailing. She was unkempt and ragged, and she looked like a poor family.

Yang Jingyu walked up to the old woman and said softly, "Old man, did you hurt your foot?"

The old woman raised her head when she heard this, and exclaimed bitterly: "The mountain road is difficult, the old man is weak, and he accidentally twisted it!"

Yang Jingyu squatted down and said with a smile: "The younger generation has learned some medical skills, if the old man doesn't dislike it, let me show you!"

The old woman stopped crying, her face was overjoyed, and she hurriedly said: "Don't dislike it, how can you dislike it, the little boy is kind, it's too late for me to be happy!"

With that, she stretched out her legs and leaned in front of Yang Jingyu.

Yang Jingyu put away the peach wood fan, picked up the old woman's foot and checked it, and saw that the ankle was already red and swollen, so he said, "Old man, you did twist your ankle." ”

The old woman nodded and asked, "The little boy may be cured?"

Yang Jingyu nodded, put down the old woman's legs, gently pressed her ankles, and said with a smile: "Yes!

A stream of true qi emerged from his fingers, flowing down the place where the fingers were pressed to the old woman's ankles, dispelling the pain for her.

The old woman suddenly felt a warm gas jumping up and down at her ankles, which was very comfortable, and she couldn't help but close her eyes and sighed: "Little boy, you can really do it, the old body feels much more comfortable!"

Yang Jingyu grinned and said softly: "I don't know why the old man wants to go up the mountain to worship the Buddha alone?"

The old woman sighed, opened her eyes and looked at Yang Jingyu, and said angrily: "The old body is not here to worship the Buddha, if the Buddha is useful, why doesn't it return my son...... The demon of heaven killing ate my son's life, and even if the old body fought for this life, he would kill it with his own hands to avenge my son. ”

Yang Jingyu was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw a bright steel knife around the old woman's waist, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

He didn't know that when he saw this scene, his heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he twitched suddenly, and an extremely complicated emotion rose, and he sighed lightly: "Old man, that demon is sealed under the temple and guarded and suppressed by the monks, you can't go, and it's in vain to go!"

The old woman listened to Yang Jingyu's words, pulled her foot back suddenly, changed her face in an instant, looked at Yang Jingyu with horizontal eyebrows, and suppressed her anger and said: "Little boy, I think you are a good person, I don't want you to listen to those bald donkeys' nonsense......"

Yang Jingyu was puzzled in his heart and exclaimed, "Why did the old man say this?"

The old woman retracted her gaze and shook her head, her old face a little more lonely and sad.

"Little boy, I only have one son...... He is very filial, very honest, and very dedicated...... It was the night of the last full moon, and I had a sudden illness, and he grabbed medicine for me, and right at the door of my house, I saw him being sucked by the devil's blood...... I was so frightened that I couldn't get up, so I had to watch my son's death in front of me......"

The old woman paused for a moment, saw Yang Jingyu listening carefully with her eyebrows lowered, looked up at the sky, seemed to be caught in a memory, and said sadly: "I have lived most of my life, and I have always thought that the legends about moonlight killing people are true...... However, on the day my son died, I found a needle on his body, small and thin, inserted in the bone marrow...... Since the demon is a shadow, how can it use this kind of thing to suck human blood...... I took it to the abbot of the dust, but the abbot didn't believe it, thinking that the needle was something from my son...... When I went back, I was so angry that I thought something was wrong. Little Boy...... What the old man said was true...... I have the delusion that this is a conspiracy made up by people, a big conspiracy!"

Yang Jingyu's face was full of shock, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and asked, "Have you ever carried that needle with you?"

The old woman slowly took out a piece of green cloth from her body, and after uncovering it, she revealed a small silver needle, handed it to Yang Jingyu and said, "Little boy, please see!"

Yang Jingyu took the thin needle, looked at it in front of him, and found that the silver needle shaped like an embroidery needle had a through-the-core needle and was very delicately cast, which could not be done without a first-class blacksmith. And the material is also made of silver coagulation, and the craftsmanship is amazing. He put the silver needle on the tip of his nose and sniffed it again, and could smell a very faint smell of blood on it, as if it were nothing.

Seeing Yang Jingyu inspecting it so carefully, the old woman said, "Little boy, what can you see?"

Yang Jingyu handed over the silver needle and said softly: "This needle is exquisitely cast and the materials are good, and it is definitely not something ordinary people can shoot." Old man, do anyone believe what you say?"

The old woman shook her head sadly, and said with a wry smile: "This legend has been around for hundreds of years, who will believe me, everyone thinks I am a crazy woman, my son is dead, crazy words......"

"I believe it!"

Yang Jingyu interrupted the old woman's words, her eyes were sincere and bright, giving people an extremely stable and sincere feeling.

The old woman was stunned for a moment, her expression with a wry smile froze, a little incredulous, and she felt very excited in her heart, so that she couldn't speak for a long time.

"Little boy, you ...... You really believe in the old body!"

She was very happy, her sunken eyes were full of tears, she stretched out her calloused hands to wipe them away, and her title to Yang Jingyu suddenly became a little respectful!

"Believe it, old man, I'll heal your wounds first!"

The old woman stretched her legs over again, and thanked Yang Jingyu for her words, this was the first time she felt happy after her son's death. Yang Jingyu sighed secretly in his heart, lifted the old woman's foot and twisted it gently, accompanied by a soft sound of bones, the old woman felt that her feet could move.

Yang Jingyu massaged her for a while, and after the redness and swelling disappeared, he raised his head and said, "Old man, I first came to Gusu Town, and I have heard about demons. Last night, I also fought with the shadow you mentioned, and found that it was not invisible, so I rushed up the mountain and talked to Master Dust about killing the demon, and he seemed to have something to hide. ”

When the old woman heard this, she raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "Little boy, you said that you fought with that demon, but you were once a red-eyed black shadow?"

Yang Jingyu said: "That's right, it's really like what you said, you can't see your true face...... If you go up the mountain like this, you won't get any results, so it's better to go down the mountain with me, and when I find out the truth, I will give you and your son justice. ”

"Oh!"

The old woman's eyes lit up, she raised her hand and thought slightly: "The old man originally wanted to die with that group of old bald donkeys, and he didn't want to meet a good person like Gongzi!"

Yang Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, let's go down the mountain, and say while walking, the younger generation still has a lot of doubts and wants to ask the old man!"

He helped the old woman up, and the two of them walked down the hill step by step.

In the Taibaiju Inn.

The wine jars are piled up all over the ground, crooked, and the smell of smoky wine floats straight out of the door.

The proprietress leaned on the table and swallowed melon seeds, her face was flushed, the wine was in high spirits, and the wine glass in her hand had been replaced by a big bowl at some point.

She lifted a jar of wine and pulled out the top flowers, poured it to the two bowls next to her, poured it for herself, raised her sleeves, revealed her snow-white elbows, stepped on the stool, and said briskly: "Two little girls, don't be cowardly, the old lady doesn't fall, and you don't want to pour!"

Qishuang Qilu lay on the table, humming and chirping, and stood up crookedly, but saw that the faces of the two were like red clouds, and their hair was messy, and under the two of them, they each placed a wooden barrel, and the barrel was full of spit wine. The two of them lifted the bowl and smiled at the proprietress of the proprietress and drank it, making a foul burp, drunk and drunk, and said, "Refreshing!"

As soon as the words came out, he was already lying on the table, and he was still muttering to himself: "When is the child...... Come back!"

Qilu wanted to drink the wine in her hand, but saw Qishuang lying on the ground, her eyes circled, and a mouthful of saliva cut down from the corners of her mouth, all the way to the ground. The wine in the bowl also poured her body, and the bowl naturally covered her chest, which just fit!

The proprietress glanced at the two of them dissatisfied, and said disdainfully: "The two cowards, they can't do the old lady, the old lady is the real beauty, you lose, your son-in-law is mine!"

She drank the wine from the bowl herself, and from time to time, she also lay on the table, babbling gibberish, not knowing what to do.

The thin little five put the handkerchief on his shoulder, looked at the drunk three, and shook his head, not knowing what to do.

Yang Jingyu walked down with the old woman all the way, asked for her name, and knew that her family name was Zhang, the male partner died early, and the two sons depended on each other, because of the poverty of the family, they did not marry their daughter-in-law, the mother and son had a deep relationship, pragmatic farming, but also happy. She didn't want her son to die tragically at the hands of the moon charm, she was grief-stricken, and after several deaths, she felt that there was something strange about it, but no one believed him. When she met Yang Jingyu, she spit out all the words in her heart for the first time.

And Yang Jingyu also captured some useful information in it, and became more and more sure of the possibility in his heart!

Is the murderer the moon ghost transformed by the sniper's resentment, or is it a human disguise?

The sky is full of clouds, and the ground is fragrant with spring grass and flowers. The two walked to the Taibaiju Inn, and suddenly smelled an extremely strong smell of soju.

Walk in and take a look, that's worth it!

Qishuang lay on the table, saliva merged into a stream of water, and the water under the Yang table fell into the wooden barrel drop by drop, making a heavy and beautiful "ding dong" sound.

Kiru fell to the ground, with a bowl on her chest, her little face flushed and snoring. On the side, the proprietress had loose hair and was lying on the table boldly, with long sleeves and shoulder-length, her coat spread out, and her legs were straight, revealing her slender legs. The full-breasted skirt is infinitely springy, which makes people think about it.

Xiao Wu blushed with shame, stood aside and didn't dare to look up, and didn't know how to clean up this mess. After waiting for a long time, I finally saw Yang Jingyu come back, and I was amnesty, and said excitedly: "Childe, you should think of a way!"