Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 31: Buddha's Two Aspects (Thanks to the first alliance of playing and eating, please read it)

Nie Xiaoqian trembled, and she put her hands on Lin Yao's face.

But then he let go easily.

"Sir, your face is dirty."

She chuckled, and her blood-stained face and pure smile made Lin Yao heartbroken.

The dagger was stuck in Nie Xiaoqian's chest.

Blood gushed out, and scarlet stamens bloomed in the white carcass.

The face of Lanruo Bodhisattva standing behind the two of them gradually became gloomy, and an unknown light flickered in her gloomy eyes.

Nie Xiaoqian's body gradually fell down, and Lin Yao stretched out his arms and held her in his arms.

"Sir, Xiaoqian has caused you trouble."

After she finished saying this, her breath gradually weakened and finally disappeared.

The incense burned out.

Bodhisattva Lanruo glanced at the three extinguished incense sticks and snorted coldly.

In order to make Nie Xiaoqian truly fall, he even took out the soul-calling incense, so that Nie Xiaoqian in the illusion would remember the past when she was toyed with by Ning Caichen.

In fact, she did remember to slaughter all the people in the Paradise Feast.

But the moment Lin Yao walked in, Bodhisattva Lanruo could feel that the surging hatred in Nie Xiaoqian's heart instantly disappeared.

Some are left with only guilt and admiration.

"I helped you ascend, but unfortunately you are just a useless piece of trash."

Bodhisattva Lanruo sighed, turned around and was about to leave.

He was usually suppressed by Fahai on the eighth and ninth floors of Leifeng Pagoda.

But that crazy woman on the ninth floor is really too difficult to deal with.

The Paradise Banquet on the eighth floor is more comfortable for Bodhisattva Lanruo.

After all, desire is his best breeding ground.

The dark red sky enveloped the area, and Bodhisattva Lanruo stopped in her tracks.

The embroidery thread in Lin Yao's hands was interwoven into a red dress, like a colorful wedding gown.

He gently covered Nie Xiaoqian with the wedding dress and wiped the blood off her face.

Lan Ruo Bodhisattva looked at this scene with excitement in his eyes.

"A filth in a fantasy world, why bother with this?"

Lin Yao remained silent. From the moment he entered Lanruo Temple, he felt his consciousness gradually sinking. He must be about to return to the first floor of Leifeng Pagoda.

In this case, including Nie Xiaoqian's share, he has some things to discuss with Bodhisattva Lanruo.

Bodhisattva Lanruo wanted to say something again, but Lin Yao was already in front of him.

The embroidery thread wrapped around her fist flew straight towards his face.

"Click."

The sound of breaking bones sounded.

Lin Yao's arm was bent into a strange arc.

After Zhiming ascended the stairs, his body was still Ning Caichen's, but it was barely usable after being patched up with embroidery thread.

"Your current scholarly body is far too weak."

Lin Yao didn't say anything and punched him in the face again.

Now he has thrown reason behind him. He has passed the eighth level and no longer has to worry about life and death.

That being the case.

What are you afraid of?
Lin Yao kept punching, and the embroidery thread frantically patched his tattered body.

But Bodhisattva Lanruo still stood there, looking at the scholar in front of him, with more and more admiration in his eyes.

After the last punch landed, Lin Yao's chest heaved violently.

His fists were already bloody and the speed of the embroidery thread could not keep up with the speed of his injuries.

"it's over?"

There was a strong sense of contempt and mockery in Lanruo Bodhisattva's tone.

"It is indeed over."

Lin Yao's mouth curled up slightly, and his blood-stained face looked extremely weird.

Bodhisattva Lanruo frowned slightly and looked down at her chest.

That place had already been stained with Lin Yao's blood, turning into a dark red color.

There seemed to be a few tiny embroidery threads in the blood.

"interesting."

The embroidery thread on Lanruo Bodhisattva's chest instantly passed through his chest and grew freely in his body.

Lin Yao took a step forward, but fell directly to the ground.

His consciousness had long been on the verge of fading, and he was only able to hold on until now because of his obsession.

"What a pity." The voice of Bodhisattva Lanruo came from above.

Lin Yao chuckled.

"I know this won't kill you, but it's enough."

The sky collapsed and the embroidery thread tore the body of Lanruo Bodhisattva.

Lin Yao heard his last words before his consciousness faded.

"The Buddha has two aspects: one is compassion, the other is worldly."

Lin Yao slowly woke up. Xiaoqing was standing beside the bed. Seeing him wake up, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I saw you were dizzy the whole time and nearly broke into the eighth floor."

Lin Yao nodded, feeling a fishy and sweet taste in his chest.

He stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs and flesh.

Xiaoqing quickly supported his body.

"Why are you vomiting blood?"

Her face was filled with anxiety.

Xiaoqing didn't know either. Since her sister left, her heart hadn't been as flustered as it was today for a long time.

"Nothing."

Lin Yao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Xiaoqing, do you know what it means to ascend to the next level of magical power?"

Seeing Xiaoqing shaking her head, Lin Yao remembered what happened in the illusion. After returning to the first level, he did feel some changes in his body.

When he first mastered the Fate Weaving Technique, he felt that this magical power was somewhat useless.

Just like writing a script in the previous life, the ending of the story is determined through one's own guidance.

But now, after climbing the stairs, Zhiming can even sew his own body.

It is necessary to talk to the Weaver Girl after going out.

"The eighth level is over."

His voice made Xiaoqing tremble slightly. So today, Lin Yao was about to enter the top of Leifeng Pagoda.

But no one knows what kind of existence is in this last layer.

Lin Yao looked up at Xiaoqing.

The seventh level is Yan Chixia, the eighth level is Paradise Feast, so this last level might be related to the Legend of the White Snake.

And it is very likely that the one guarding the last level is White Snake.

Xiaoqing looked at him as if she understood something.

She looked at Bai Zhuo beside her.

I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart.

If she is really her sister, she...
Lin Yao patted her shoulder, stood up and walked out.

What happened last night made him feel very depressed, even though he finally killed the illusory incarnation of Lanruo Bodhisattva.

"Nie Xiaoqian."

He sighed softly, not knowing how to face this pure girl.

Lin Yao walked in the corridor and arrived at her door as if possessed by a ghost.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but heard Ning Caichen's voice coming from inside the room.

"Xiao Qian, bring me my book."

Lin Yao's hand stopped in mid-air. Perhaps it was his own choice that caused Nie Xiaoqian's previous memories to become distorted.

What Ning Caichen said was his true thoughts.

It was for this reason that she was able to forgive Ning Caichen.

Thinking of this, Lin Yao turned and left.

After leaving Leifeng Pagoda, just kill Ning Caichen.

As for Nie Xiaoqian, Lin Yao didn't know how to explain to her.

Perhaps it is better to let her hate him forever than to let her live in guilt all her life and become Ning Caichen's plaything.

Lin Yao continued walking on the first floor.

At the end of the corridor, he felt the breath of the Black Mountain Ghost.

Lin Yao wanted to leave, but the door next to him suddenly opened.

In the room, the Black Mountain Old Ghost was sitting inside, staring at Lin Yao.

The two looked at each other.

The Black Mountain Old Ghost spoke slowly.

"You killed Lan Ruo?"

(End of this chapter)