Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 19 In the Mist

Chapter 19 In the Mist
Lin Yao drew out his Qingfeng sword and looked around vigilantly.

The scenes in Leifeng Pagoda are exactly the same as what is described in the yellow cowhide.

"Is there a problem with the timing?"

From the first time the bell was rung until now, it has been no more than an hour and a half, it is impossible that it is midnight.

But the second bell rang soon.

"So, maybe this bell doesn't represent time?"

This happened twice, and both times there were contradictions in the predictions made by the scalper.

Deadly enough.

Lin Yao doesn’t have time to think about these things now. The serious matter is how to face the fog in front of him.

"Based on the contents of the yellow cowhide, this is most likely caused by the filth in Nie Xiaoqian's body."

Lin Yao gradually walked forward. In this foggy world, even if he stayed where he was, he would most likely die inexplicably.

This was the first time he had seen a world made of filth since he came to this world.

Lin Yao continued to move forward with Qingfeng in his hand. There was a bridge not far away.

Across the bridge is the dead tree.

However, he did not see Lanruo Temple.

"Could it be that this dead tree is the key to unlocking the true Lanruo Temple?"

Lin Yao carefully recalled the details of the yellow cowhide.

After he saw the shadow of the tree, Lanruo Temple appeared and Nie Xiaoqian followed.

He looked up and saw the moon was half hidden in the sky.

"The moon was called Taiyin in ancient times"

As Lin Yao was thinking about this, he had already stepped onto the bridge.

As he moved, the moon gradually emerged from the clouds.

The dead tree is right in front of us.

Lin Yao stopped in his tracks.

When he looked up again, only a small part of the moon above his head was obscured by clouds.

There was still no trace of Lanruo Temple in Lin Yao's eyes.

He took another step, and the dead tree seemed to move, and the branches that had no leaves made a rustling sound.

Lin Yao frowned slightly, and the shadow of Lanruo Temple gradually appeared in front of him.

"Did you show up?"

Lin Yao retracted his steps, and the temple still existed.

The temple door slowly opened, but he turned his head to look at the dead tree.

"What was that sound just now?"

Lin Yao held the green sword in his hand, and wherever the cold light reached, there was not a trace left on the dead tree.

"hehe."

The sound of chuckles accompanied the fog that came again, obscuring his vision.

In front of the temple gate, Nie Xiaoqian's shadowy figure appeared.

Even though he had actually seen this scene through the yellow cowhide, Lin Yao still couldn't help feeling disgusted when he actually faced it.

The intercourse between corpses and ghosts was something he had never even imagined.

"Standing here will definitely lead to death. It's better to find a place to hide temporarily."

Lin Yao was trapped in the yellow cowhide and was killed by Ning Caichen, who had turned into a mummy.

He leaped forward and, with his body tempered by the blood pool, landed lightly on the dead tree without making a sound.

Lin Yao leaned over to look and found that he was not affected by the thick fog at a high altitude.

"Can you only be in the fog when you're standing on the ground?"

His gaze continued to fall on Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen.

Nie Xiaoqian's skirt was half-undone, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and her whispers drifted in the silent night sky.

The sound made Lin Yao feel a little excited.

A hot feeling came from his body, and he couldn't help but want to go down and join in.

Reason keeps collapsing under the impact of desire.

"Boom."

The stabbing pain in his heart brought him back a bit of clarity.

"so close."

Lin Yao tried his best to control his slightly heavy breathing.

"This doesn't seem to be Nie Xiaoqian."

After waking up, he activated the curse he had previously absorbed in his palm, but there was no reaction at all.

This made Lin Yao think of a ghost recorded in Yan Chixia's book.

"A sexy ghost?"

Feeding on a man's essence can arouse the deepest desires in his heart.

"So this man isn't Ning Caichen either?"

Lin Yao looked at the body of the ghost. The man's body was dressed like a scholar in a blue robe, and his body shape was similar in size to the clothes Xiaoqing had given him before.

"If it's Ning Caichen, why is he here?"

While he was thinking, the corpse ghost had already arrived under the dead tree.

Having never seen a stranger before, they seemed a little confused. The ghost twisted its waist, and the corpse below trembled continuously, as if in fear.

"If it really is a ghost, then it would be easier to deal with."

Lin Yao stepped lightly and appeared behind Yan Gui like a ghost.

When the ghost heard the sound and turned around, Qingfeng had already passed by.

"Clap."

The head fell to the ground, and Lin Yao swung his sword again, killing it completely.

The body of the man in front of him paused for a moment, then fell to the ground without a sound.

Lin Yao looked at the Confucian scholar in front of him who was the only one intact, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He had a bright future, but ended up in a brothel. Otherwise, how could he be unable to live or die, hanging on to his last breath like a half-dead ghost?

He used his sword to pry open the ghost's head, and sure enough, the face beneath the hair was not Nie Xiaoqian.

Lin Yao looked towards Lanruo Temple, and the connection in the curse pointed to the temple.

He was a little hesitant now. He didn't know what the scene was like in the temple. He was afraid that he would be in danger of death if he only relied on his sword and physical strength.

But the problem now is that Lin Yao doesn’t know how to break through the current predicament.

multiple choice.

It's another multiple-choice question that decides life or death.

"Maybe, you can try it."

Lin Yao sighed, fearing that he would have to soak in the blood pool for a few more days.

"I wonder how the Weaver Girl is doing out there."

He stepped forward into Lanruo Temple.

Lanruo Temple, main hall.

The Weaver Girl sat in the hall, and outside the hall it was just like the day when Lin Yao entered the flesh and blood lotus.

Lan Ruo was wreaking havoc among the crowd.

There was a hint of worry in her eyes.

"It must be very uncomfortable to have you trap me with your magical powers for seven days."

Lan Ruo's face suddenly appeared, carrying a strong smell of blood.

The Weaver Girl looked at the monk in front of her, blood still dripping from his hands.

"I believe in you, young master."

Lan Ruo's smile froze for a moment, but then she returned to normal.

"After seven days, he will become my nourishment. Perhaps then I will let the goddess take another look at him."

With a crazy laugh, Lan Ruo rushed into the believers again.

The Weaver Girl looked up at the sky, which was made of embroidery threads.

"My dear, don't let me down."

"What the hell is this place!"

Lin Yao had just stepped into Lanruo Temple. Even though he had experienced the world outside the Buddha's hand lotus, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

A chill ran down my spine.

Two rows of candles are placed on both sides of the temple road.

Those people were kneeling, wearing different clothes, some luxurious, some simple.

People from all walks of life, from Confucian scholars to merchants and nobles.

But, where are their heads?

There are lamps inserted into the neck, which is as smooth as a mirror.

Under the flickering candlelight.

Their bodies sit like old monks.

All beings are like Buddhas.

Lin Yao's throat rolled, and his hands holding Qing Feng couldn't help but tremble.

For some reason, he began to have some thoughts of giving up.

The thick fog swept in again.