Under the night, the ghostly black shadow was raging like a gust of wind, and Yang Jingyu suddenly felt a cold light on his back, and his heartbeat accelerated.

And behold, the treadclaw was about to tear his head apart.

At the last moment, Yang Jingyu rotated one hundred and eighty degrees with his body on the soles of his feet, held the peach fan up, and narrowly avoided the sneak attack of the black shadow. Immediately, he withdrew his hand, kicked the ground with both legs, and hurriedly swung a palm upward.

The ghostly black shadow body was as light as a swallow, and he turned over dexterously to dodge, attacking Yang Jingyu left and right, and the two of them came and went, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves passed. The black shadow's attack was deadly, vicious and vicious, sending out a fierce attack on Yang Jingyu's chest, abdomen and neck, not wanting Yang Jingyu to be good at all times, constantly raising the fan to pick, stab, push, dodge, and resolve them one by one, his face was not red and his heart was not beating. The black shadow has felt wasted, and in a hurry, it let out a roar similar to that of a beast, and the pair of cold claws quickly sealed, and burst out with a shocking cold light that pounced on Yang Jingyu, and the oncoming wind blew on his face, making his face hurt, Yang Jingyu's hair was blown high, and a white dress sounded like it was about to tear.

His face sank like water, his hands defending against him, and a powerful wave of qi slid backwards with his body. The ghostly figure seemed to be like a frightened swallow, grabbed several cold rays of light from the air, flew up, and disappeared into the street in a blink of an eye, very fast.

From the beginning to the present, Yang Jingyu has not used any Taoist skills, and has fought with it with all his Taoism, and it knows that it can't fight, so it turns around and runs.

The fierce battle broke the silence of the night, and several rays of light exploded in front of Yang Jingyu, raising a burst of white mist. The ground is also sandy and rocky, which shows how amazing this battle is.

Yang Jingyu seemed to be at ease and had a strong shot, but his body spurted out a mouthful of blood in the process of retreating, and the fierce battle shook the internal injuries that had not yet recovered, making his internal organs flow backwards.

Stopped, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, breathed the injury, and looked up at the end of the street in the night, that direction, facing the Gusu Temple on the mountain, the moonlight was bright, standing on the red brick glazed tiles of the temple, and the curling green smoke could be vaguely seen rising in the temple.

Someone came to sneak attack, and when they saw that they couldn't hold him, they fled. But is this ghostly black shadow really a demon who borrows the moon to kill people?

Yang Jingyu thought slightly, the person who came was full of demonic aura, but after this battle, he couldn't see what kind of demon this was, and it was even a little beyond common sense, very evil.

Could it really be that the demons suppressed by Gusu Town used the moonlight to kill people?

But why, the person who came was not a phantom?

This matter is more complicated than Yang Jingyu guessed.

It seems that you have to go to Gusu Temple to find out.

Taking advantage of the night, Yang Jingyu jumped up and flew forward in the air. After Xuanhua Street, the sky is vertical and horizontal, muddy everywhere, the open field is covered with verdant dog's tail grass, the leaf sheath is loose, there are wart hairs, and the leaf tongue is slightly drooping. The wind blows, like waves, you chase after me, and spread under the mountain peaks in front of you.

After Yang Jingyu landed, he looked up, it was a mountain peak several hundred meters high, emitting a faint golden brilliance in the night, the tall pine trees grew lush and verdant, the forest leaves were swaying, and the forest was quiet. The winding and steep tunnel stone plank road on the mountainside interacts with the zigzag chiseled stone stairway that goes up the mountain, a tall red brick ancient temple rises between the top of the mountain, a simple pavilion is cast in front of the temple, the stone is laid up, and a bronze bell is hung in the pavilion.

At this moment, in the pavilion, there seems to be a monk who keeps raising the bell and pestle to strike the bell.

Yang Jingyu raised his steps and walked along the stone steps path to the top of the mountain. Both sides of the road are covered with exotic flowers and plants, which bloom brightly under the moonlight, and the forest is covered with a layer of withered yellow pine leaves, which are thickly covered with the ground, and occasionally tender grass grows from it, and is delicately dotted in between. The sound of insects chirps, one after another, there is a gurgling stream trickling down the mountainside, and the pine waves swaying under the breeze echo the children, and the fun is full of fun.

After walking for about half an hour, Yang Jingyu suddenly heard that the bell in the temple was in a hurry again, and when he was strange, he saw that the full moon in the sky seemed to be a little bigger, throwing out a very bright moonlight, shooting at the center of the temple, and a stream of black gas rose like smoke, filling the entire temple.

In a moment, there was a burst of Sanskrit sound in the temple of "jade hitting gold, singing silk blowing bamboo, and fluttering clouds".

Yang Jingyu's face changed slightly, and he lifted his steps and swept up the stone steps like a bird.

Coming to the top of the mountain, it's just a cup of tea.

Gusu Temple, covers an area that is not wide, vermilion wall, crimson gate locked, side door covered, dragon flying phoenix dance on the plaque write "Gusu Temple" three big characters, the wall on both sides of the building water pond around the temple, the pond is planted lotus. At the beginning of April, the lotus flowers have not bloomed, but you can see the tray of green leaves, and there are buds that are first exposed to the water.

On both sides below the gate, there are two big Buddhas with a solemn purpose, twisting the Buddha trick in hand, sitting on the front side, the image is vivid and vivid, very exquisite.

The temple is paved with bluestone pavement, flat and open, smooth and tidy, and the right side is the tall pavilion that masons the stone.

Yang Jingyu came to the door, looked up and admired, and saw the word "Jingshan" on the eaves of the pavilion.

The monk who pounded the bell was not very old, coarse cloth and green shirts, and kept ringing the bell hard.

Yang Jingyu asked respectfully: "Dare to ask the master, the abbot of Gusu Temple is here, and the younger generation has something to visit!"

The little monk who rang the bell was stunned for a moment, his body shivered, and when he looked down, he saw that he was a neatly dressed young student, and his subordinates were stagnant, and he urged: "Donor, you can't stand in the moonlight, go and hide in front of the door......"

Yang Jingyu was puzzled, but he still received the monk's kindness, stepped on a few steps, stopped in front of the gate, and then turned around and asked, "Dare to ask the master, why do you keep ringing the bell like this?"

The little monk wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, kept moving, and said: "Looking at the face of the donor, it should be a foreigner, and I have never heard of the strange things in this Gusu Town...... The little monk rang the bell, firstly, to deter the demonic spirit suppressed under this temple, so as not to break the seal. The second is to remind everyone under the mountain that they can't go out on a full moon night...... Hey, donor, you see that I talk a lot, and I don't know what you are looking for our abbot?"

Yang Jingyu said with a smile: "When I first came to Gusu Temple, I heard a little about this demon, but the rumors in the market are different, and it is difficult to be convinced. Not long ago, Xiao Sheng also fought with that, and found some clues, this time I came to Gusu Temple, so I can tell the abbot what I have seen and heard, and discuss the strategy of killing the demon!"

When the monk heard Yang Jingyu's words, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he said in a trembling voice: "You said you...... Fought with the devil's shadow, donor, are you sure?"

Yang Jingyu nodded and said, "Yes, it killed a person in the town and fled in this direction...... Just now, something seems to have happened in the temple?"

The monk's face was full of shock, and he admired: "Every time this demon is full moon, he will use evil qi to conjure up shadows, specifically asking for people's lives, and no one can kill it. No one has ever been able to live from the shadow of the devil...... You said that the shadow kills people, just now the moon is cast, the abbot already knows that the demon is moving again, and he is taking the monks of the whole temple to chant the scriptures to suppress the evil spirit of the demon, and it may not be until after the morning dawn that the demon will be quiet. But if you want to kill this demon, I don't think anyone can do it, so the donor should go back!"

Yang Jingyu listened, there was no change in expression on his face, and he only said: "It's man-made! Since the abbot is busy, then Xiaosheng is waiting here!"

With that, he sat down on the ground, put the fan in the palm of his hand, and continued to heal his wounds.

The monk who rang the bell looked at Yang Jingyu curiously, smiled alone, and muttered in a low voice: "Being able to escape under the shadow of the demon is already a great skill...... The demon has been suppressed under the temple for more than a hundred years, if it can be killed, it will be killed a long time ago, how can it be kept to continue to harm people!"

He sighed, shook his head slightly, and continued to ring the bell.

It was the fifth watch, the sky was dawning, the clouds and mist climbed up the hill, and the bright moonlight was covered by the thick fog. In the pond, the bright flowers, red and white ginseng, want to release and harvest. A crystal dew drop rolls on the lotus leaf and circles on the lotus leaf plate.

The Sanskrit sound in the temple stopped abruptly, the little monk yawned, rubbed his sore hands, stopped ringing the bell, looked down at Yang Jingyu, and found that he had already stood up, shook his head and said, "Donor, you can really wait!"

Yang Jingyu bowed slightly and said with a smile: "The mage rang the bell all night, doing good for the people, Xiaosheng admires ......"

The little monk walked down the stairs, yawned again, bowed and saluted back: "The donor is polite, my Buddha is merciful." The suffering of all sentient beings is something that I should do as a Buddha to do, and I don't want to worry about it!"

Yang Jingyu nodded respectfully and said with a smile: "Please also ask the mage to report for me!"

The little monk clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, donor, you are a good person, but the demonic mana is all over the sky, and several generations of abbots are helpless, so they can only suppress it under the temple...... Donor, please come back!"

When Yang Jingyu heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "If the mage doesn't help Xiao Sheng report, Xiao Sheng can only break through!"

The little monk's face froze, seeing that Yang Jingyu was so persistent, he shook his head, and after a while, he sighed alone: "That's it, the donor has stayed here all night, please dine with me, and the little monk will inform the abbot for you later!"

Yang Jingyu bowed and saluted, his expression relaxed, and he accepted the peach wood fan and said softly: "In this way, then thank you to the mage!"

The little monk returned the salute and led Yang Jingyu to walk in through the side door.

Gusu Temple is built by the mountains and rivers, the edge of the temple, the corridor paints the pavilion, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the incense is prosperous, the Buddhas stand in the hall, cross the golden cloth, the brilliance is dazzling.

After the little monk led Yang Jingyu to have breakfast, he arranged for him to sit in the quiet meditation room in the backyard, and then went to pass it on to the abbot.

About a cup of tea, a figure wearing a jeweled robe and a sandalwood gold bead approached from outside the door. Although he is bald, he can be seen that he is not very old, his appearance is dignified, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his eyebrows are clear, and he is really a handsome young man, but for some reason, he became the presiding abbot of a temple.

Yang Jingyu saw it, his face was slightly surprised, a monk who is a monk, who doesn't see through the seven emotions and six desires, but the man in front of him is too young.

Seeing this, the monk clasped his hands slightly, his tone was gentle, and he also had a bit of seriousness, and said, "Amitabha, but the donor was very surprised to see the poor monk like this?"

Yang Jingyu hurriedly stood up from the stool and respectfully apologized: "Don't dare, forgive Xiaosheng for being rude, it's really a bit of a surprise!"

"It doesn't matter, the poor monk was originally an outcast, he was rescued by the old abbot, and he was not stained with dust, but he had grievances and was given the name of the law...... The donor can call the poor monk dusty...... You may be seated!"

The abbot approached lightly, invited Yang Jingyu to sit down, he just sat in the position on the left, lightly lifted the tea on the table and poured it into the cup, handed it to Yang Jingyu, and said with a smile: "The disciple who heard the report said that the donor waited in front of the temple for a night, and insisted on seeing the poor monk. But if you are tired, you can try the coarse tea and fresh water brewed in this temple. ”

The tea was a faint golden yellow in the cup, and a fragrance lingered on the tip of Yang Jingyu's nose, he felt hungry and thirsty, so he respectfully took the cup with both hands and tasted it carefully.