Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 18: The Bell

Lin Yao returned to the room and continued to look through the books.

The books left by Yan Chixia can be roughly divided into three categories.

One type is the talismans used in Taoism, one type is the geographical records about this world, and the last type is the summoning of gods that Lin Yao had seen at the beginning.

According to the book, the innate gods are divided into two categories: one is the yang god, who rules the ancient heaven, and the other is the yin god, who controls the monsters and ghosts.

There are many branches under these two types of gods, and Lin Yao cannot fully understand them at the moment.

However, he did not find the Weaver Girl among the gods.

"The Weaver Girl possesses innate magical powers and is undoubtedly a congenital deity. But why is it not recorded in this book?"

Lin Yao frowned and continued reading.

Time passes little by little.

"clang."

The sound of bells came from the top of the tower, indicating that it was night in Lanruo Temple.

"There's still some time until midnight. Now it all depends on whether Nie Xiaoqian will come."

Lin Yao put the books away and wrapped Qingfeng around his waist in case of emergency.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but he was not sleepy at all.

After a long time, it was almost late at night.

Finally, there were rustling footsteps outside the door.

"Son."

Nie Xiaoqian's voice came, and Lin Yao got up and opened the door.

Then I saw her standing in front of the door with a surprised expression on her face.

Lin Yao looked at the ointment in her hand and felt a hint of curse.

"This old ghost from Black Mountain is not giving up. He wants to use me to control Xiaoqing?"

Thinking this in his heart, he welcomed Nie Xiaoqian in.

"Young lady, why did you come to visit me so late at night? I wonder what you want from me?"

Lin Yao put on his playboy look again and walked towards Nie Xiaoqian.

The latter blushed and said, "Grandma said that she was worried when she saw the young master's injury today, so she asked Xiaoqian to take care of him."

As she spoke, she picked up the ointment.

"This is the ointment that grandma brought."

Lin Yao reached out to take it, and a faint smell of curse came from the bottle.

"Thank you for thinking of me, grandma. My little lady has a very bad temper, but there are some scars that I can't touch myself, so I'd like to trouble you for a favor."

As Lin Yao spoke, he handed the ointment to Nie Xiaoqian and walked to the bedside and began to undress.

Nie Xiaoqian was holding the medicine bottle. She naturally knew the intention of the Black Mountain Old Ghost in asking her to come late at night.

But at midnight, the filth in the body is about to explode.

If something happens to Lin Yao by mistake, how will I explain it to Xiaoqing?

"Master, Xiaoqian still has some things to do. I'll leave the ointment for you. Xiaoqian will take her leave."

As she said that, Nie Xiaoqian was about to leave, but Lin Yao suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"I heard that there is a scholar in the young lady's room. I really want to meet him. I hope the young lady doesn't mind."

Nie Xiaoqian tried to break free from his grip, but found that the man behind her was incredibly strong.

Before coming, the Black Mountain Old Ghost called her to his side and suppressed her ghost power with a curse.

Unless at midnight, the filth erupts and breaks the seal of the curse, she can break free from Lin Yao's control.

There was no other way, so Nie Xiaoqian had to agree.

Lin Yao followed her, and the two of them walked through the corridor and headed towards the room.

He originally wanted to suppress Nie Xiaoqian with a curse, but he didn't expect that the Black Mountain Old Ghost actually saved him some effort.

Nie Xiaoqian stopped and Lin Yao turned his head to look. The light was still on in the room, reflecting the shadow of a person holding a book.

"Sir, please wait a moment. Xiaoqian will go to the room to clean up."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the room.

Lin Yao could only lean against the door and wait, his chest suddenly warming. He frowned slightly. Based on his past experience, every time Huang Niupi reacted, it would bring about a series of events.

"Why at this time?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Lin Yao took out the yellow cowhide.

[I am Lin Yao, and I have arrived in the lotus of flesh and blood.]

[I met the Green Snake here, and she told me that the White Snake was dead. This is the Leifeng Pagoda.]

I followed her to the first floor, where I met Nie Xiaoqian and Black Mountain Old Ghost.

They seemed very interested in me, so I acted out a scene and absorbed Xiaoqian's curse.

Xiaoqing brought me the book left by Yan Chixia. I found a way to summon the gods in it. To do this, I was willing to be beaten and thrown into a pool of blood to temper my body.

After nightfall, Nie Xiaoqian arrived as expected. I wanted to take this opportunity to meet Ning Caichen, perhaps to learn more about Lanruo Temple.

[I didn't expect that I would die in the room because of this.]

When Lin Yao saw this, he couldn't help but think of the words on the yellow cowhide last time.

"Why is it that both times, my death was recorded on the yellow leather?"

Lin Yao was a little confused, but continued to look down.

[Here, I have no idea how time passes, and can only infer it from the sound of the bell.]

Nie Xiaoqian brought me to the door of her and Ning Caichen's room and told me to wait there.

I waited for a while, and then I heard the bell ringing, signaling the hour of midnight.

[But it was only a short while ago that the bell, signaling the arrival of night, rang.]

[I didn't have time to think before I drew the sword from my waist.]

[A thick fog wafts out of the room in front of me.]

[I subconsciously covered my mouth and nose and wanted to turn around and leave immediately.]

What I didn't expect was that as the fog spread, I realized that the end of the corridor was not my room at all.

[The bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting its cool light down, casting ghostly shadows on the withered trees.]

When I looked up, I saw three words scribbled crookedly on the plaque in front of me: Lanruo Temple!

[The temple gate opened, I held the sword in my hand, sweat seeping from my palm.]

A man walked out of the temple. He seemed to be having trouble walking. Through the mist, I couldn't see his face clearly.

He kept getting closer to me, and when I saw his appearance clearly, I couldn't help but step back.

[It was not a person, but a long-dead corpse, lying on the ground with its limbs twisted upside down.]

[Above it, there is a woman riding a corpse.]

[Her body trembled as the corpse moved.]

【In the darkness, a joyful voice was heard.】

I continued to step back, the scene before me making my scalp tingle.

[Just as I was about to leave, the woman looked up at me.]

I don't know what she went through. Half of her face was skinless, with bloody flesh exposed.

[This woman is actually Nie Xiaoqian! ]

She looked at me and suddenly laughed, "Sir, don't you want to see Ning Lang?"

[I raised my sword without hesitation and slashed at the two of them.]

【But, I failed.】

[Under Nie Xiaoqian's gaze, Ning Caichen ripped open my chest.]

【At the end of my life, I only heard one voice.】

[Ninglang, there's someone else to keep me company tonight.]

A bell rang in Lin Yao's ears.

He looked up and saw thick fog everywhere.

A sweet laugh came from the mist.

"Sir, it's time to come and see Ning Lang."

(End of this chapter)