The night was wrapped in the moonlight, weaving a soft net that covered all the scenes. The grass swaying slightly on the ground, reflecting the bright moonlight, looks even more verdant. The breeze gently swayed, accompanied by the rustling of leaves, flashing with silver light, and an empty and vague piece, rippling in the streets of Gusu Town, which seemed extraordinarily quiet.

The hazy figure, blending with the silence of the night, gradually disappeared into the distance.

The bells of Gusu Temple stopped, and the terrifying demonic roar was no longer heard, and everything seemed to return to its previous peace.

Yang Jingyu stood in place, looking at the back of the dust disappearing, and the peach fan in his hand knocked on his palm many times.

If all this is a conspiracy of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, then I am afraid that there will be another bloody storm on the rivers and lakes.

Others may not know it, but Yang Jingyu scoffs at the evil deeds committed by the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. It's just that the Ten Thousand Demon Sect suddenly disappeared from the Kyushu Continent eighteen years ago. And the matter of the moon charm has been rooted here for more than a hundred years. If it was really the work of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, this point in time would not be right.

The cheeky man mentioned that he pretended to be a moon charm and killed people because the entire people of Gusu owed him a family of three. So, what happened back then? Why did the Ten Thousand Demon Sect intervene? Yang Jingyu had to wonder if the big man had told the truth, and the dust, who had not said a word, seemed to be afraid of something and did not dare to tell the truth.

Who is the real ghost behind it?

After thinking about it a few times, Yang Jingyu only felt that his brain was drowsy for a while, so he had to take his heart, tilted his head slightly, spit out a breath of turbidity, turned his head to look at the second daughter, and said lightly: "Shuang'er Lu'er, go, go back to Taibaiju Inn!"

Qishuang was suspicious and asked, "Childe, you know all the truth, you just let him go, what if he escapes?"

"He won't!"

Yang Jingyu couldn't see the slightest ripple on his face, raised his legs, and slowly walked towards the Taibaiju Inn.

Qishuang was still full of puzzlement, but since Yang Jingyu said so, she had no choice but to follow Qilu quickly.

The three of them came to the Taibaiju Inn, at this time the moon was hanging high in the sky, it was already the middle of the hour, some people heard that the bell of Gusu Temple had stopped, and they were surprised to observe the scene and object on the street through the window.

"Knock knock!"

Yang Jingyu knocked on the closed door of the Taibaiju Inn, and suddenly felt a trace of mustard in his heart, the last time he knocked on this door, the proprietress who opened the door spoke really sourly.

No, a squeamish voice of an extremely impatient woman sounded noisily in the door: "Which guy who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive is knocking on the door, and he doesn't know that the full moon night can't he go out casually?"

It can be seen that Yang Jingyu's face is very unnatural, his body took a step back, and then he said softly: "It's me, Yang Jingyu!"

"Whoa!"

The door opened from the inside in an instant, and the proprietress walked out with a smile like a flower, and a smell of rouge gouache suddenly hit the tip of Yang Jingyu's nose.

But look at this proprietress wearing a dark blue brocade long skirt, embroidered with white plum blossoms on the skirt, with a white brocade belt to tie the charm of Chu's waist, half-exposed breasts, draped in a light purple open gauze, every move has attracted some sparkling and flowing feeling. Just looking at this appearance, it is enough to seduce the soul and dazzling color, and people with poor concentration in general may not be able to maintain it.

"Hey, Yang Gongzi, didn't you leave, how can you have the leisure to go back to my Taibai Ju as a guest!"

Still in a sour tone ringing in his ears, Yang Jingyu didn't look at the proprietress more, raised his hand and bowed slightly, and said, "Please don't be weird to the proprietress again!"

"Don't dare, don't dare, Yang Gongzi, please come in!"

The proprietress with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes staggered a little and motioned for Yang Jingyu to walk in.

Looking at the distance that was only enough for half of his body to enter, Yang Jingyu frowned slightly, isn't this embarrassing?

Qishuang behind him couldn't get used to the boss's approach, so she stepped forward and bumped into the boss's body.

The proprietress had a painful and distorted expression, rubbed the neckline on her chest, and shouted in a coquettish voice: "Ouch, my breasts, little sister, you are too energetic!"

Qishuang and the proprietress also got along for a few days, and knew what kind of temperament she was, so she greeted her with poor language: "Do you want me to help you rub it?"

"Hehe! No, no, son, please come in!"

The proprietress was a little embarrassed to straighten her coat to her chest, and reluctantly dodged away, letting Yang Jingyu and Qilu walk in.

"Little boy!"

The old woman was sitting at the wine table at this time, and when she saw Yang Jingyu at a glance, she lost the worry on her face, quickly stood up, held his hand in the palm of her hand, and said very excitedly: "The old body is very happy to see you come back, I heard the sound of fighting on the street just now, but the old body was frightened." ”

This is a pair of protruding blood vessels, full of folds, slightly rough hands, and the excited look of concern on the old woman's face, which makes Yang Jingyu feel very warm in his heart.

He let the old woman hold his hand, with an intoxicating smile on his face, like a flower bone that has just bloomed, beautiful.

After a long time, the old woman let go of her hand, beckoned Yang Jingyu to sit down, poured tea for him, and waited happily beside him.

Yang Jingyu was not polite, after sitting down, he first took a sip of tea, and said with a slight bow: "Old man, Jingyu has made you worry a lot, you can also sit, let's talk slowly." ”

He turned around again and said to Qishuang Qilu, who was scratched by the moon charm, "Bring the things up, and go and deal with the wound immediately!"

Qishuang Qilu nodded, put a pair of hand armor hooks, some hollow silver needles, and a large sheepskin water bladder on the table, and turned to leave.

Yang Jingyu raised the peach wood fan, pointed to a few things on the table, paused with a smile, and said seriously: "Old man, these are all things I took from the moon charm? As you guessed, the so-called full moon night, the demonic evil qi derived from the moon charm, is all fake." Confused by the legend of the moon charm in Gusu Town for more than 100 years, someone did it on purpose. It's just that the man is dead!"

"It's just extremely vicious, if you kill so many innocent people, you should be cut by a thousand knives, and it's better to die!"

The old woman looked at the things on the table, and then her face was filled with deep hatred and grief and indignation, and she knelt down to Yang Jingyu with her body bent down, and burst into tears: "Little boy, thank you, thank you, thank you for avenging my son!"

"No!"

Yang Jingyu immediately got up, supported the old woman's kneeling body, and said softly: "Old man, you don't have to thank me, Jingyu has not investigated this matter clearly." The person pretending to be the Moon Charm was not killed by me, and behind him, there was an even more terrifying existence manipulating all this. My guess is that the people behind this are guarding an astonishing secret, or maybe they're planning a catastrophe. ”

"Cut!"

When the proprietress who was lazy sitting next to her heard this, she had a weird smile on her face, and she always felt that Yang Jingyu was too ridiculous, and said with a smile: "Young Master Yang, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." The legend of the Moon Charm has been circulating in our Gusu Town for more than a hundred years, if it is man-made, why has no one discovered it for a long time and revealed his true face?"

Yang Jingyu didn't smile, with a serious face on his face, and said heavily: "Because, this person who pretends to be the moon charm has some inextricable relationship with Gusu Temple. ”

"Oh, that little white-faced monk, it's impossible!"

The proprietress shook her head, still looking incredulous.

"Boss lady, the old body saw it with his own eyes, when the demon killed my son, the old body found such a needle on my son, you don't believe the words of the little boy, the old body believes it!"

The old woman fumbled through her clothes for a long time, and tremblingly took out a piece of green cloth, spread it out in her hand, revealing an extremely delicate hollow silver needle, which was exactly the same as the dozens of silver needles on the table, exactly the same.

There was a rare look of surprise on the face of the proprietress, the smile on her face disappeared, she took the silver needle in the old woman's hand, and picked up the silver needle on the table and put it together, and compared it carefully.

After a while, I saw that her dark pupils dilated a lot, and she muttered, "This ...... It's unbelievable. Young Master Yang, dare to ask where the body of the person pretending to be Moon Charm is, why don't you bring him back so that everyone can be convinced?"

Yang Jingyu relieved his breath and said a little helplessly: "His corpse has been taken away by the Master of the Dust!"

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and said lightly: "Oh! The little white face is also here?"

"Exactly!"

Yang Jingyu tightened his cuffs, sat at the table, looked at the old woman, and said slightly: "Old man, what happened in Gusu Town a hundred years ago, have you heard of it?"

The old woman lined her hands, lowered her head and recalled, and slowly shook her head: "The old body doesn't know, I'm afraid I don't know much." However, when I was a child, I heard from my ancestors that more than a hundred years ago, the town of Gusu was almost slaughtered by a group of evil people. Since then, strange things have been reported in the town, many people have died, and when people are frightened, it happens that a monk has come from afar and said that it is a demon. After that, the monk fought with the demon for three days and three nights, knocked it down the mountain, and suppressed it by repairing the temple, which became a good story in Gusu Town, and people called him Budai Monk. But because the demon's strength was too strong, the Budai monk was seriously injured and couldn't suppress it, so a wisp of evil qi rushed out of the temple. As soon as Gusu Town calmed down for a while, there was another news that the Moon Charm used the power of the moonlight to suck blood. After the death of the Budai monk, several generations of abbots of Gusu Temple were helpless, so they let the moon charm commit murder, which has continued to this day...... It's just that what the old man didn't expect was that the monks of Gusu Temple had a lot to do with the murderous demons, and I often went to burn incense and worship the Buddha in vain, praying for the safety of my son. ”

Yang Jingyu's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly asked, "Do you know why those evil people want to slaughter the entire Gusu Town?"

The old woman thought about it carefully again before she said: "The ancestors have different opinions, some think that it is robbery, some think that it is looking for traitors, and some think that they have no reason to kill people, because they themselves are bad people. ”

When the proprietress heard this, she said disapprerovingly: "Oh, what is this, how can you think so." I guess that this must be what kind of cloth bag monk chased and killed the demons, which caused Gusu Town to fall into dire straits, and what bad people slaughtered the town, that is just nonsense. ”

"It seems that this is far more complicated than I thought!"

Yang Jingyu did not refute the proprietress's words, smiled slightly, put the peach fan on the table, poured a cup of tea by himself, lifted it and was about to drink it, but the proprietress stretched out her hand to snatch it away, leaned over to him, and said very closely: "Young Master Yang, the tea is cold, let the slave family change a pot for you from the beginning." lest you drink and spoil your stomach, and the slave family will feel distressed!"

Spit out a sultry orchid at Yang Jingyu, the proprietress carried the teapot and walked to the kitchen to change the tea with small steps.

The old woman's eyes lit up at this time, grabbed Yang Jingyu's hand, and said in a low voice: "Little boy, you mentioned before that this person who pretended to be Moon Charm was killed by someone else, can you see who that person is?"

Yang Jingyu was a little strange at the old woman's movements, staring at the old woman's cloudy eyes that were staring at him, and slowly shook his head.

The old woman got Yang Jingyu's answer, with a little anxious look on her face, and said seriously: "Little boy, I have something to tell you!"

"Oh, old man, speak slowly!"

The old woman's voice was very small, and Yang Jingyu leaned in front of her slightly.

Some looked behind in a panic, and after making sure that there was no one, the old woman whispered in a voice as small as a mosquito buzzing: "Childe, I knew that you would come tonight, so I haven't slept until you come back." But I have discovered something that should be of great help to you in getting to the bottom of it, and just an hour ago I ......"

"Young Master Yang, tea is here!"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded behind the old woman, interrupting her words. The old woman almost retracted the hand that was holding Yang Jingyu like lightning, took back the words that spit out on her lips, lowered her head, and kept silent.

Yang Jingyu clearly saw that when the proprietress spoke, the old woman gave him a look.

Although it was strange why the old woman suddenly looked like this, he still stood up and took the initiative to take the tea that the proprietress exchanged.

"Boss, little boy, it's late at night, and the old man is old and frail, so I won't sit with the two of you, you can rest early. ”

The old woman stood up, saluted the proprietress and Yang Jingyu, and staggered towards the firewood room. The dim candlelight shone on her pale gray hair, on her rickety back, on the painted vermilion pillar, and only the lamp in Yang Jingyu's hand was shining.

In the lamp, wisps of heat rose to Yang Jingyu's slightly frowning brows, and he felt more and more strange, this old woman seemed to be very unfamiliar with the boss lady, and he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart: What does the old woman want to say to herself? Why are you so afraid that the boss lady will hear?

He sipped a cup of tea alone, then sat lazily to the side, and got up and retired from the proprietress who was shining in front of him.

The corners of the proprietress hooked the corners of her mouth, her bright red lips squirmed, and she said, "Young Master Yang, do you need the slave family to sleep with you?"

Yang Jingyu was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly became worried, and under the beautiful eyes of the proprietress, he ran upstairs in a panic.

On the second day, after a few people got up and washed, it was convenient for them to sit down and eat breakfast together in the inn. During the banquet, Yang Jingyu suddenly found that the old woman was not there, so he called the little five of the inn to go to the firewood room to call the old woman. But Xiao Wu couldn't call in front of the door of the firewood room for a long time, so he slammed the door open, and then, the screams rang out!

Yang Jingyu hurriedly got up to look for it, only to see Xiao Wu sitting on the ground, staring at a corpse hanging on the firewood room in fear, his face was white with fright.

Yang Jingyu followed the direction of Xiao Wu's finger and saw the old woman, with a three-foot white silk and a rickety body.

The old woman hung on the beams of the house, her face was gray, her eyes were half-open, her mouth was wide open, and she didn't know how many hours she had been dead.

At her feet, there was a wooden stool that had been knocked down.

Yang Jingyu trembled in his heart, hurriedly flew up, tore off Bai Ayabu, and hugged the old woman's stiff body in his arms, the body was already cold and could not be treated.

What a good person, why did he hang himself?

Yang Jingyu reached out to probe the old woman's eyes, wiped her mouth, and touched her scalp under her frosty sideburns, and a trace of imperceptible anger appeared on her face.

The proprietress and Qishuang Qilu also rushed over, looking at the corpse of the old woman lying in Yang Jingyu's arms, their faces showing sadness.

The proprietress froze in place, her face turned white, a little scared, a little confused, and muttered to herself: "What...... It was fine last night......"

She probably couldn't accept what she was looking for, and she sat down on the ground as if she had lost her soul. A silent death breath lingered in everyone's hearts.

Only Yang Jingyu's heart moved, and everything was clear in a trance.