Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 17 Filth (Please read later)

"Do you want to use the blood pool to temper your body?"

Lin Yao nodded, since his legs had changed after recovering in the blood pool.

Perhaps I can take this opportunity to strengthen my body.

The long whip has appeared in Xiaoqing's hand.

"Start now?"

In the corridor, Nie Xiaoqian was supporting the Black Mountain Old Ghost as they walked towards the room.

Then he saw Xiaoqing taking Lin Yao out.

When their eyes fell on the latter.

He was found to be barely breathing, and his naked upper body was covered with whip marks.

I guess Xiaoqing showed mercy, otherwise what the two of them would be seeing would be a corpse.

When the three of them met, Xiaoqing's sinister gaze made Heishan Laogui shudder.

"This green snake is really difficult to deal with, but now that she has a weak spot, it will be easy to deal with."

She smiled sinisterly, but Nie Xiaoqian looked at Lin Yao with a thoughtful look.

"I'll use the whip to hold your body, and if anything happens, I'll pull you out."

Xiaoqing felt a little sorry for Lin Yao, who was barely breathing.

It was not her intention to injure him like this, but she could not resist Lin Yao's repeated requests and had to use force.

"Ah."

Xiaoqing carried Lin Yao on her back and rushed into the pool of blood.

"hiss."

Intense pain instantly swept through Lin Yao's whole body.

He couldn't stop shaking.

"Do you want to go out?"

Xiaoqing frowned slightly. She could feel that Lin Yao was suffering great pain.

"No need."

Seeing this, Xiaoqing wrapped the whip around his waist and retreated from the pool of blood.

Lin Yao's consciousness gradually sank, floating aimlessly in the pool of blood.

Lanruo Temple, main hall.

The palace door opened and Fahai walked in.

"Why bother?"

The Weaver Girl, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened her eyes.

The monk in front of him was surrounded by Buddha's light, and once again became a Bodhisattva who saved all living beings.

"The Bodhisattva is here."

The Weaver Girl's tone was as unfriendly as ever.

Fahai, however, walked down from the Buddha's hand lotus as if he had not heard anything.

"Since you know that he is the future karmic body, why did you bring him here? You can also retrieve the feather robe yourself."

"My young master has never seen much of the world. I brought him here just to broaden his horizons."

The Weaver Girl smiled slightly, with tenderness in her eyes.

"He has entered Leifeng Pagoda. The three-headed arhat has disappeared. In a few days, he will become the manifestation of the three bodies. This is Yuyi. You should leave this place now."

Fahai placed the feathered robe in front of the Weaver Girl and then turned to leave.

The Weaver Girl glanced at the feathered clothes and her figure appeared behind Fahai.

"Monk, is it that I am no match for that snake?"

A soft whisper rang in Fahai's ears.

"Get out of here!"

A surge of energy burst out from Fahai's body, knocking the Weaver Girl away.

"It seems that in the monk's heart, I am indeed no match for that little snake."

The Weaver Girl chuckled and bent down to pick up the feathered robe on the ground.

The moment his hand touched the feather robe, colorful lights burst through the hall, and the breath from ancient times filled Lanruo Temple.

Fahai, with his back to the Weaver Girl, couldn't help but feel frightened.

He looked back and saw that the wedding dress of the Weaver Girl had been replaced by a colorful feathered robe. She wore a gorgeous crown on her head and looked down at the hall with cold eyes.

Proud and noble.

The goddess finally found her true self.

"Boom."

Suddenly, a heartbeat was heard in the quiet pool of blood.

Xiaoqing, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed outside, suddenly opened her eyes.

She rushed straight into the pool of blood and followed the long whip to Lin Yao.

"What was that breath just now?" Xiaoqing frowned. The scars on Lin Yao's body were gradually healing, but he was still in a coma.

She reached out and pressed her hand on Lin Yao's chest. The breath flashed by, making people's heart palpitate.

After confirming that the latter was fine, Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"The curse in his heart has intensified."

Xiaoqing carefully controlled the spiritual energy and continued to curse Lin Yao's heart.

She loosened her grip just at the moment of contact.

When I looked down, I saw that the palm of my hand had begun to fester.

Xiaoqing waved her hand and severed her right arm, and the power of the blood pool stimulated her flesh and bones to regenerate.

"If you can really take me out, even if I risk my life to help you break the curse, I won't owe you anything."

After Xiaoqing left the blood pool, Lin Yao opened his eyes.

It wasn't that he was acting, but his heart just suddenly skipped a beat, waking him up.

"My perception seems to be much stronger?"

Lin Yao carefully felt the changes in his body.

After mastering the art of destiny weaving, his five senses became somewhat different from those of ordinary people, and he could even feel the emotional fluctuations of people around him.

This is also one of the characteristics of the Weaver Girl. At first, he thought that this innate magical power was just one of the Weaver Girl's abilities.

However, after reading the books left by Yan Chixia, the wild Taoist priest mentioned by Xiaoqing.

Lin Yao then realized that this innate magical power was a unique ability bestowed upon the gods by heaven and earth when they gave birth to them.

In other words, every gift of supernatural power is unique in the world.

"The ability of Fateweaver is to use the caster's suggestion to quietly pull the other party into the illusion created by itself, thereby achieving the ultimate goal."

Lin Yao now realized that he seemed to have neglected this seemingly useless talent.

"Maybe Zhiming can establish his own world and become the sole god there?"

Lin Yao suppressed these messy thoughts. These things were not something he could get involved in right now.

The scars on the body have mostly recovered, leaving only some scars that have not faded.

Lin Yao pulled the whip and Xiaoqing pulled him out of the pool of blood.

"Everything is fine?"

Xiaoqing walked forward and pinched Lin Yao's body.

“It’s definitely a lot stronger than before.”

"Go back to the room first. I want to continue reading those books."

Just as Lin Yao was about to leave, he found that Xiaoqing had not moved a step.

"what happened?"

Xiaoqing said, "You should live with me, so that the Black Mountain Ghost won't have any ideas about you."

After hearing this, Lin Yao didn't know how to refuse.

He originally thought that according to the temperament of the Black Mountain Old Ghost, Nie Xiaoqian would definitely come after nightfall, and he could take the opportunity to learn more about Lanruo Temple.

He had not forgotten how strange the Lanruo Bodhisattva that Fahai transformed into after being contaminated by filth was.

He had no choice but to explain to Xiaoqing.

After several contacts, Lin Yao felt that although she looked cold and aloof, she was actually a straightforward person.

After hearing his words, Xiaoqing took off the Qingfeng sword from her waist and handed it to Lin Yao.

"I have one piece of advice for you. Try not to go out after midnight. Hang Qingfeng by the bed and your life will be safe."

It's midnight again.

Lin Yao took the Qingfeng and thought of Xiaoqing whom he met when he first entered Leifeng Pagoda.

She seemed to be tainted by filth, and there was an incomparable madness in her eyes.

Lin Yao spoke with a hint of doubt.

"Why Zishi?"

Xiaoqing raised her right arm, which had just recovered. Gray-black lines covered her right arm and half of her face.

Lin Yao felt this breath, cold, strange, and extremely tempting.

"Is this what you call filth?"

"good."

The gray-black lines disappeared.

"Every day at midnight, this power will erupt, turning people into irrational beings. Even with thousands of years of cultivation, I can only retain a trace of sanity."

This reminded Lin Yao of the black filth that had materialized under Fahai's feet.

"So, the Bodhisattva Lanruo is the intellect formed from filth?"

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"I hope Nie Xiaoqian will come tonight."

(End of this chapter)