The candlelight in the lamp, in the first light of the morning, collapsed on the edge of the lamp, sucked the last trace of candle oil, and extinguished. A green smoke, curled up in the air, was grasped in the palm of the hand by a pair of jade hands with bright skin like jade, reflecting green waves, like a transparent jade, and the black and glamorous lips approached, and with a gentle blow, it had dissipated into the air.

He didn't know when he was already standing outside the door, he bowed, his eyes were clear and clear, and there was more dust on his Buddhist robe. Peeking through the half-hidden firewood, I could faintly glimpse the graceful figure facing away from him.

"Amitabha, aunt, Chen'er is here to make an appointment!"

Dusty pushed the door open and walked in gently.

Moon by month carelessly put the veil on his face that was charming to the bones, turned sideways slightly, and the corner of his eyes stayed on his hands.

A piece of wood in the left hand and a piece of dirt in the left hand.

Zhuyue's eyes narrowed, and she asked coldly, "Chen'er, what do you mean by this?"

Duchen's face was as calm as water, missing the side of the moon, he sat on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated: "The Buddha has passed away, and Chen'er also wants to see if he can find him by relying on his father's grave and inscription when he goes to hell!"

"Huh!"

Zhuyue laughed softly, stood up from the chair with his sleeves, faced the green trees and grass outside the window, and said as if he was an idiot!"

"Auntie, after Chen'er dies, please be kind to your mother!"

The voice of the dust carried the tiredness of the powerless struggle, and the eyes were closed, as if they never wanted to open them again.

"She's my sister, I will!" Zhuyue turned around, looked at the end of the meditation, and his tone was a little impatient: "The time has come!"

"Chen'er still needs to explain to the disciples, so as not to make anyone suspicious, and the aunt will avoid it first. ”

Duchen raised his voice a few points louder, and called out to the morning birds: "Elder Yuyi, come and see the monk!"

Even though she was a little displeased, she still nodded, opened the door in the wind, and turned into a black shadow crawling behind the roof of the side hall.

After a while, an old monk hurriedly walked over, and the two discussed for a moment in the meditation room, and then they bit their tongues and burst into life. The old monk pushed the door and walked out, grabbed the corner of the sweeping monk's clothes with an unsteady pace, and said sadly: "The host has passed away!"

The little monk's broom fell to the ground - "The host is dead!"

The sound of panic broke the silence of Gusu Temple, and at the same time, the moon who was prostrate on the top of the heavy eaves hall nodded with satisfaction, and his smile was like a blooming, incomparably brilliant flower. She thought that her plan was foolproof, all the clues had been broken, and it was impossible for Yang Jingyu to find out her head.

......

When Yang Jingyu walked out of Gusu Temple with the piece of wood and mud in his hand, he saw Qishuang Qilu stopped outside the temple by two young monks. Qi Lu's face was red, and he was spitting at the two little monks. And Qishuang's face was like frost, and he couldn't bear it, and he paced left and right again and again, and he was about to draw his sword to meet him.

Yang Jingyu was embarrassed, if he really cared, it would be chaotic, but fortunately he came in time, and immediately stopped the two of them: "Frost Lu'er, don't be rude!"

Seeing that it was her own son who came out of the temple, Qilu stopped abusing the two monks, walked in front of Yang Jingyu in a few steps, and said unhappily: "Son, these two little bald asses are so annoying, you have all gone in, and you actually bullied the woman and didn't let me go in with my sister!"

The two little monks are full of black lines, isn't this the first thing the wicked people sued?

However, after hearing this, the young man nodded seriously and walked towards them expressionlessly.

"Amitabha, sins and sins, this matter is not what this female donor said, please don't misunderstand!"

They hurriedly wanted Yang Jingyu to salute and explain, if it weren't for Qilu's nonsense and insisting on entering the temple, how could the two of them stop him like this.

"Oh...... No, no, that's not what it means under ......."

Yang Jingyu raised his hand and wanted to make a salute, but he had something in his hand and couldn't do it, so he hid him behind him and said, "Thank you two mages!"

Just when the two monks scratched their bald heads inexplicably, Yang Jingyu had slowly retreated. But the pieces of wood and dirt in his hand, no matter how you look at it, do not match his delicate face and clean white clothes.

Childe seems to be a bit abnormal!

Qishuangyue frowned, and Qilu, who was confused, hurriedly chased after her.

On the stone steps of the path, Yang Jingyu stretched out his hands, swayed left and right, and kept thinking about the sky and the earth, and repeated a sentence in his mouth stupidly: "Everything is an illusion, only bodhicitta is the best!"

Qilu looked at Yang Jingyu strangely, with a rich expression, with a worried look on her pretty face, pulling the corners of Qishuang's clothes from time to time, and finally asked in a low voice: "Sister, isn't the son having a fever and burning out his brain?"

Qishuang had long felt that Yang Jingyu was acting strangely, so she nodded in agreement: "Childe has been worried about the moon charm recently, it must be because of lack of sleep and the cold!"

Unexpectedly, at this time, Yang Jingyu, who was in front of him, suddenly turned around, stretched out the things in his hands, put them in front of the second daughter, and asked dryly: "Look, what is this?"

Qishuang Qilu was stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and the worry in her eyes became more and more intense, but she still replied in unison: "Wood, dirt!"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"

After saying three mistakes in a row, Yang Jingyu simply turned around and continued to walk down the mountain.

The two girls glanced at each other again, so they had to continue to follow, thinking to themselves: The son has a terrible fever, and his head is hot and confused, so he has to hurry down the mountain and ask Lang Zhong to take a look.

There was nothing to say all the way, Yang Jingyu walked very slowly, which made it difficult for the two girls who followed behind him. After walking down this time, the worry on the second daughter's face almost made her brows frown into a mountain. It's just that Yang Jingyu's behavior is becoming more and more crazy, and he actually sprinkled a piece of soil in the palm of his hand on the bluestone slab of the ant path, and raised the wooden block in his hand, pointed to the sky, closed his eyes and still thought obsessively, "Everything is an illusion, only bodhicitta is a bodhicitta . This sentence. Suddenly, he leaned alone in front of a yellow pine, listening to the sound of pine waves, his eyes were erratic, like a patient who had not been cured for a long time, falling into a stunned state of looking down on life and death.

The funny appearance attracted the attention of passers-by and laughed, and some women were so amused by him that their mouths couldn't close together, staring at his handsome face, they actually had compassion and wanted to come forward to condole, but they saw that they were followed by two beautiful girls with swords who were scanning them with cold eyes, so they had to stop and watch from afar.

Yang Jingyu turned a blind eye to the fingers of others, and handed over these two things to him, as the old monk said, what this must represent. And for Yang Jingyu, this is precisely the only clue that he can give to himself, and he needs a positive answer to prove the doubts in his heart. But even if he racked his brains, he couldn't get an answer.

After a long time, he let go of the idea of continuing to think, turned his head, looked at his second daughter who was staring at him with a worried face, and couldn't help but wonder if he said, "What do you think of me like this?"

Qishuang Qilu was very speechless at Yang Jingyu's words, and she shook her head unconsciously, looking very distressed. Qilu blurted out directly with concern: "Childe, you don't have a fever?"

Yang Jingyu's face twisted into twists, spread out the wooden blocks and dirt in the palm of his hand, and said with a dumb smile: "I'm fine, this is what Duchen handed me before he died, and it is also the only clue that can find the murderer, but I thought about it for a long time, and I still don't have a clue!"

"A piece of wood, a piece of dirt?"

Qishuang Qilu suddenly realized that her son-in-law was fine, but he was thinking about the problem all the way.

The second woman, who understood the matter, caught the meaning of Yang Jingyu's words, and asked in surprise: "The dust is also dead, it seems that the murderer behind this scene doesn't want us to find her!"

"It's just that what she didn't expect was that she left us a clue before she died!"

Yang Jingyu looked at the wooden blocks and soil in his hands, and just when the second daughter thought he was going to throw them away, Yang Jingyu actually stuffed it into the second daughter's hand: "You can't throw it away." Come, take it, and think about what you want to tell us!"

After that, he rubbed his hands in disgust, and patted the corner of his clothes in front of the second daughter, looking relieved.

Qishuang Qishuang held the wooden blocks and soil stuffed by Yang Jingyu, and her face was bitter, and Qilu was even more worried and pursed her lips.

Childe can't find the answer, how can they find it?

The path connecting the trail is wrapped in a long and horizontal wind, spiraling and twisting, like a light-colored ribbon, entwined with the verdant dog's tail grass in the sky.

The afternoon breeze blows the freshly exposed ears of seeds, bending their waists and sloping up the tall peaks, sending them to an endless place, like a sea of green, shining with sparkling lights.

When you go straight along the trail for a cup of tea, you can see Xuanhua Street, the backstreet of Gusu Town. At this time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and Xuanhua Street was very lively, and you could see vendors setting up stalls everywhere.

Zhu Cui Luo is full of eyes, horses and horses are jammed, there is no gap between the rents, close together, there are a dazzling array of rouge pollen, umbrella wooden comb, pendant silk cloth...... There are all kinds of them, which makes people dazzling and dizzying.

The shouts of the market came and went, and the copper bells jingled immediately, adding a bit of peaceful atmosphere to this bustling town. On both sides of the street, the locust trees are luxuriant, as if a large green umbrella has been stretched out, forming a continuous awning, and the occasional pedestrian stands on the boulevard, looking at the crowded market, whispering to the ears of his companions, with a faint smile on his face.

The door of the wine shop was wide open, and Xiao Er shuttled quickly with wine and food, and from time to time there was the sound of guessing fists, talking and laughing, and the sound of cups colliding......

In the brothel of the Qinglou, a slender woman in the prime of life stood in front of the open window, her face covered with rouge gouache, and she was shaking a fan painted with beautiful paintings in her hands. They were dressed in various colors of light yarn, and they could see the red belly pockets of their obscene clothes and their half-naked slender and snowy arms, and they faced the long-standing gaze of passers-by, and they smiled with fans to cover their faces.

The sunlight poured Yang Jingyu's body, his temples were like knife cuts, his eyebrows were like ink flowers, and his angular face was like a spring breeze. The right hand slowly shook the delicate peach fan in his hand, the left hand was on his back, and the tall white-clothed figure was like a bright light, radiant. A long straight hair is behind him, leaving two strands of hair in front of his forehead, gently fluttering with the wind shaking in his hand. An elegant temperament is out of the dust, and there is an indescribable romance. How many pedestrians stopped to look at each other and marveled.

The noisy sound of the bustling market made Yang Jingyu slow down, and enjoyed the moving customs of Gusu Town along the way. With the sound of porcelain opening, he tilted his head and listened, occasionally smelling the apricot blossoms in the alley. The strong smell of wine hit him, and the smell of food on the street was sent to his nose together.

He seemed to smell something, straightened up again, looked sideways, suddenly his eyes lit up, and hurriedly turned around and walked away.

Qishuang Qilu raised her head in astonishment, and saw where Yang Jingyu walked straight, and there were three big characters written gracefully on the crimson plaque hanging on the building: Zuixiang Building.

"Hey, Childe is really a talent, and his vision is not bad, the girls of our drunken Xianglou, that can be called a water spirit, Childe, please come in, and have fun with you!"

The old bustard, who was standing in front of the door to solicit guests, dilated his eyes, glanced at Yang Jingyu with blazing eyes, and hurriedly walked over to solicit him. Look at this outfit, you can get rid of a big donor.

Yang Jingyu's face collapsed, how could he ...... I'm really good at picking places.

His eyes kept glancing at a down-and-out scholar writing at a desk next to the Zuixiang Building, but he didn't realize that this down-and-out scholar actually put his stall in front of the Qinglou.

Seeing that the old bustard had already walked up and grabbed the corner of his clothes, Yang Jingyu smiled embarrassedly, with a little embarrassment on his eyebrows, and said, "I'm sorry, auntie, I'm looking for him......"

Following the direction of Yang Jingyu's finger, the old bustard immediately turned his face, glanced at the down-and-out scholar fiercely, and put down the hand that grabbed the corner of Yang Jingyu's clothes without interest. I wanted to say something, but when I saw Yang Jingyu's gentle and kind expression, I had to turn around gloomily and walk away with awkward steps.

"Childe, are you looking for a little student?"

The down-and-out scholar holding the brush in his hand looked a little sloppy, with a face full of stubble, wearing a green cloth shirt, and his head was hanging with green silk.

Yang Jingyu nodded, he walked all the way, and smelled a very faint fragrance of ink in the air, and suddenly had a wonderful idea in his heart, and walked over.

"The gesture is majestic, the posture is horizontal, and the eldest brother writes a wonderful hand!"

Yang Jingyu stepped forward and saw an inkstone placed on the side of the desk of the down-and-out scholar, and the ink in the inkstone was very thin. A piece of white paper was laid on the side, which was flattened by a square scale, and twenty cursive characters were sprinkled on it. Its color, its shape, its shade and dampness, its intermittent tossing and turning, the thickness and thickness of the dew are all variable, and then a face of amazement.

"Don't dare, Childe has won the prize!"

The down-and-out scholar had a thick smile on his face, and he was very happy that someone recognized what he wrote.

Yang Jingyu stared at the row of cursive words on the paper, and when he looked closely, it was a small poem:

The young man's cheeks are like snow, and he knows the boss.

The years are still heavy, and the white head is scratching the hairpin.

In just a few lines of poetry, he wrote the helplessness and sadness of the down-and-out scholar about the passage of time and achieving nothing, and the words pierced his heart. Yang Jingyu's heart gradually cleared up, and he quickly turned to Qishuang, who was still in a daze, and said, "Shuang'er, take a silver ingot out!"

Qishuang's face was full of puzzlement, but she still obediently took out a silver ingot from her pocket and handed it to Yang Jingyu.

Yang Jingyu put the silver two on the table and said softly: "Eldest brother, please help me write a word below!"

"A word?"

The down-and-out scholar looked at the silver on the case, looked at Yang Jingyu carefully, and said in surprise: "Son, this is too much, please take back the silver." If you say a word, you can write it for you for free!"

"Take it!"

Yang Jingyu lightly put away the peach wood fan, and a word appeared in his head, and said meaningfully: "Please ask the eldest brother to write a 'Du' word for me immediately." ”

"Du?"

The down-and-out scholar was a little strange, but according to Yang Jingyu's request, he wrote a big "Du" character on the paper like a cloud, floating like a cloud, like a startling dragon. He put down the pen excitedly, grabbed the paper on the case, opened it to Yang Jingyu, and said with a smile on his face: "Childe, thanks to you, this is the most beautiful word ever written by a contemptible person!"

Yang Jingyu smiled slightly, nodded slightly, turned his head to look at Qishuang Qilu and said, "Hold up the things in your hands, do you look like them?"

Qi Shuangqi's gaze froze, and the wooden block and the soil in her hand stretched out were leaning together, and the words in the hands of the down-and-out scholar were carefully contrasted. In this contrast, the two of them immediately showed a smile of understanding.

"All things are illusions, but bodhichitta is the only thing! The hands are just a part of the body, and when they are taken together, they are the pictographic 'Du' character, so it is!"

Yang Jingyu opened the peach fan again, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his face was light.

The down-and-out scholar listened to the conversation between several people, so he had to hand over the words and said with a smile: "It's good if the son likes it!"

Yang Jingyu bowed slightly, and replied politely: "Thank you! But since this is the most beautiful character written by the eldest brother, you can stay by your side as a souvenir!"

The down-and-out scholar stretched his neck, stood in the sunlight, and looked at the figure of Yang Jingyu who was leaving, his face full of gratitude. He carefully rolled up the words and placed them in the wooden basket behind him, before picking up the silver on the desk and stuffing it into the shabby sleeve of his coat.