Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 23: A Day of Rest

Lin Yao's words made Ning Caichen look at him in confusion.

The latter saw endless murderous intent in his eyes.

"To be honest, I really want to kill you."

Lin Yao dispersed the destiny weaving. Just now, he was not only threatening Ning Caichen, but more importantly, he was using him to tear a hole in Nie Xiaoqian's heart.

But I didn’t expect that there was such a shocking past in Lanruo Temple.

Ning Caichen looked towards the door and found Nie Xiaoqian slumped on the ground in a trance.

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian, please believe me. I just said that to save my life."

He quickly crawled to Nie Xiaoqian's side, with some struggle in his eyes.

Lin Yao glanced at the two of them and walked out of the room.

Xiaoqing stood by the door without knowing when.

"When did you come?"

Lin Yao rubbed his eyebrows. This serious injury happened to give him time to rest.

"I just came out of Leifeng Pagoda and noticed your presence here, so I rushed over."

Xiaoqing closed the door and heard Ning Caichen's words clearly.

To be honest, if it weren't for Nie Xiaoqian, she would have taken action long ago.

She had seen countless hypocrites like this over the past thousand years.

Lin Yao stretched lazily. Although he was still a little weak, this was the only time he had to rest since entering this world.

"How about it?"

"It's almost the same as you said. The restrictions on the seventh floor have dissipated, but the entrance to the eighth floor is still shrouded in fog."

Xiaoqing pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Will Ning Caichen die?"

Lin Yao took a deep breath and then sighed.

"will not."

Xiaoqing had a cold expression on her face and turned around and walked towards Nie Xiaoqian's room.

Lin Yao grabbed her arm, leaving Xiaoqing stunned.

"I know you want to kill him, and I do too, but he's still useful. Once you're done, just kill him."

After Lin Yao finished speaking, he let go of Xiaoqing's arm.

The latter just stood there, without saying a word or making any movement.

"Xiao Qing?"

Lin Yao only felt a murderous aura coming towards him, and then he was pressed against the wall.

In front of me was Xiaoqing’s blushing cheeks.

"Who told you to touch me?"

The voice was cold, yet mixed with a hint of shyness.

Lin Yao couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He held Xiaoqing's arm just now because he was afraid that she would act impulsively.

What he didn't expect was that Xiaoqing's reaction was so big.

It seemed that he also felt a little excited.

Xiaoqing loosened her hands and turned her head slightly.

"Feel sorry."

Lin Yao scratched his head, not knowing what to say, and the scene became a little awkward for a moment.

"Well, how about we change places?"

Lin Yao heard Nie Xiaoqian crying and Ning Caichen apologizing in the room.

It made him a little upset.

Xiaoqing didn't say anything, just turned around and walked ahead.

Lin Yao touched his nose awkwardly and followed her.

The two returned to the room in silence.

Lin Yao leaned against the door, and Xiaoqing sat opposite him.

"I'm sorry about what happened just now. I'm not used to it."

"It was my fault."

Lin Yao thought about it and then spoke.

"Tonight, I might even enter the eighth floor. If I die, please help collect my body."

Xiao Qing raised her head and looked at Lin Yao, who seemed somewhat relieved. "Are you really not afraid of dying in there?"

"Afraid, everyone is afraid of death, but if there is a slight chance of survival, who wouldn't want to give it a try?"

Seeing this, Xiaoqing hesitated for a moment, then took off the white belt from her waist and placed it across her knees.

"Back then, my sister took the essence of the volcano and used it with other treasures to forge two swords. One is the Qingfeng sword on your waist, and the other is the Bai Zhuo sword in my hand. Now I'm lending them both to you. If you die, at least I have a reason to look for you."

As Xiaoqing spoke, she handed Bai Zhuo to Lin Yao.

Lin Yao took Bai Zhuo. Compared with Qing Feng, Bai Zhuo felt a bit heavy in his hand.

"Bai Zhuo in the light, Qing Feng in the dark, perhaps there will be unexpected results, but..."

Lin Yao's smile was a little bitter. Just one time of praying to the gods had tortured him to the point of nearly dying.

Thinking of asking the gods, he suddenly asked.

"Xiaoqing, have you heard of the White Crane Boy?"

"Why did you suddenly mention him?"

There was a deep sense of fear in Xiaoqing's voice.

"The White Crane Boy is in charge of killing and suppressing all evil spirits in the world."

As she spoke, she recalled the murderous intent in Lin Yao's body last night.

"Did you summon the White Crane Boy?"

Seeing Lin Yao nod, Xiaoqing suddenly felt a little relieved. Fortunately, Lin Yao was immersed in the seventh floor of Leifeng Pagoda when he was summoning the gods.

Otherwise, it would not be as simple as fainting.

"Try not to use summoning magic."

"Why?"

"Every time a person calls upon a deity, he or she will be influenced by the spirit of the innate deity, and eventually become a mindless puppet."

Is there such a thing?
Lin Yao frowned. After being given the destiny of weaving by the Weaver Girl, he became moody, and even the seven emotions and six desires in human nature gradually faded.

It was not until yesterday when the White Crane Boy was invited that the divinity of the Weaver Girl was diluted, and it gradually returned to normal today.

"If it's really as Xiaoqing said, this trump card is tantamount to chronic suicide."

Lin Yao had a headache. Even though he had an extraordinary physique, it was of no use when he faced the filth head-on.

The battle between the ghost tide, Yan Chixia and Baihe Tongzi is still vivid in my mind.

There are definitely more ways to do evil than just summoning gods, but unfortunately I can't get in touch with their descendants now.

"Xiaoqing, are there any disciples of the treacherous path still alive in the world?"

"They exist. The place where they gather is called the Strange Territory."

Lin Yao didn't expect Xiaoqing's answer to be so decisive.

But the next sentence slowly extinguished the excitement in his heart.

"It's a pity that they have long since disappeared from the world, and now no one knows the exact location of the strange domain."

Lin Yao frowned slightly.

The Weaver Girl said that after getting the feathered robe back, she would go to the Inn of Rebirth, where even a god could be satisfied. I think she could also ask about the location of the Ghost Domain.

But everything must be based on the premise that you can get out alive.

"Lin Yao, maybe I can enter the eighth floor of Leifeng Pagoda with you."

Xiaoqing was silent for a long time, and her sudden words made Lin Yao's heart beat fast.

But then he spoke.

"No need. If you and I both enter the eighth floor, only Nie Xiaoqian and Black Mountain Old Ghost will be left outside. They are two people who are tainted by filth. It's easy for something to go wrong."

Speaking of this, Lin Yao thought of someone.

Ning Caichen.

Before he entered Leifeng Pagoda, Ning Caichen had to face Xiaoqing and three other ghosts and monsters that were infected by filth every night.

How did he survive peacefully until now?
Lin Yao narrowed his eyes and became more wary of Ning Caichen.

"You rest here first, I'll go out first."

After Xiaoqing left, Lin Yao was the only one left in the room.

He was lying on the bed. The art of summoning spirits could not be used frequently. If he summoned the White Crane Boy again tonight, he would probably die the moment he was possessed.

"Does fate weaving also work for ghosts?"

Lin Yao closed his eyes.

"Get some good sleep first."

There will be another chapter later, which I will post first and revise later. I will be sorting out the subsequent plot in the next two days.

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