Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 32 (Seeking follow-up reading)
Lin Yao frowned slightly. He didn't know why the Black Mountain Old Ghost suddenly brought up this matter.

"She seemed to have only appeared once on the eighth floor?"

Lin Yao recalled the scene in Lanruo Temple.

Except when he first entered the secret room as Ning Caichen and met the Black Mountain Old Ghost.

It seemed as if she never appeared again, even when he faced Lanruo Bodhisattva at the end.

I have never felt the breath of the Black Mountain Old Ghost.

"Do you know why I have become so old?"

The Black Mountain Old Ghost laughed hoarsely, seemingly mocking himself.

Lin Yao also remembered that when he met the Black Mountain Old Ghost in the secret room, the latter looked like a beautiful middle-aged woman.

Originally, as the ghost king of Lanruo Temple, the Black Mountain Old Ghost's ability to resist being devoured by the Buddha's Hand Lotus should be much stronger than Nie Xiaoqian's.

But now she is very old.

"How do you know I was the one who killed Bodhisattva Lanruo?"

"When Xiaoqing brought you in, I sensed a familiar aura, the same as the one I felt when I faced Lanruo in Lanruo Temple that day."

Lin Yao looked at the Black Mountain Old Ghost and felt that the latter did not seem to be lying.

"Is this why you keep letting Xiaoqian get close to me?"

"That's right, but your resistance to Xiaoqian has always been strange to me."

The Black Mountain Ghost raised her arm, and on her palm was the same curse mark as on Lin Yao's palm.

"It wasn't until you absorbed the curse I planted on Xiaoqian that I realized you were that person, so I asked Xiaoqian to find you late at night."

"Do you know about her and Ning Caichen?"

Lin Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly a guess came to his mind.

"what?"

The Black Mountain Old Ghost was a little confused by his question.

"fine."

Lin Yao subconsciously put his hand on his chest.

The yellow cowhide placed there lay quietly, without any unusual movement.

Hearing him say this, Black Mountain Old Ghost did not ask any further questions, but continued to speak.

"After you left, I secretly came to the hall. The scene there made me feel a little uncomfortable."

When she said this, she looked at Lin Yao deeply.

"I saw Xiaoqian lying there, the child covered in a red robe. Although I'm not a good person, I wanted to collect her body. But I didn't expect Lan Ruo to suddenly appear behind me and absorb all of my ghost power. I became what you see now."

The Black Mountain Old Ghost stroked the wrinkles on his face, and there was hatred in his words.

After all, she has changed from a beautiful woman to the old woman she is now.

Anyone who does this will harbor deep hatred for the person who started it.

"Lan Ruo extracted Xiao Qian's soul in front of me and created a ghost. However, Xiao Qian's original intention made her unable to support the ghost's body. I had no choice but to use my remaining ghost power to temporarily delay her dissipation. As for Ning Caichen."

She snorted coldly.

"That beast is completely different from you. He treated Xiaoqian as a plaything. If Xiaoqian hadn't stopped him, he would have died in my hands long ago."

"In that case, how about we make a deal?"

Lin Yao spoke in a deep voice.

"I will help you kill Ning Caichen, but you must make sure that Bodhisattva Lanruo dies!"

When the Black Mountain Old Ghost finished speaking, he almost gritted his teeth.

"No, I will kill Ning Caichen, otherwise Xiaoqian will live in guilt forever. Only by turning her guilt into hatred can a ghost survive with obsession."

His words silenced the Black Mountain Old Ghost, and his eyes were filled with complicated emotions as he looked at Lin Yao.

"I just want you to make sure Xiaoqian sees me kill Ning Caichen with her own eyes."

"I promise you."

After Lin Yao finished speaking, he turned and left.

Leaving the Black Mountain Old Ghost alone, she looked at the foggy top of the tower and chuckled.

"If I had met someone like this back then, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this."

Lin Yao, who had not walked far yet, did not stop when he heard these words.

"Someone like me? It's a pity that I don't even know how to move forward."

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then took out the yellow cowhide as if possessed by a ghost.

This thing inexplicably appeared from the bullpen and wrote a prophecy every time before it fell into the quagmire.

But Lin Yao doesn’t know what it is now.

It was as if there were a pair of hands pushing him forward. He could only move forward with no way to retreat.

Lin Yao put away the yellow cowhide and saw Xiaoqing coming from afar.

There were traces of tears on her cold and beautiful face, and her eyes were slightly red.

Xiaoqing came in front of him, her chest heaving slightly, and she looked uneasy inside.

"Lin Yao, if the last layer is really my sister..."

Xiaoqing bit her lower lip tightly, and trickles of blood flowed out.

"I beg you, please give my sister a quick death. I don't want her to be imprisoned in Leifeng Pagoda after her death." Xiaoqing smiled bitterly, and a trace of crystal light slipped from the corner of her eyes again.

Lin Yao subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away the tears.

He knew that Bai Niangzi and Xiaoqing had a thousand-year-old friendship, but she could only watch Bai Niangzi being suppressed under Leifeng Pagoda.

That feeling of powerlessness will be remembered for a lifetime.

"If I make it out alive, yes."

"Thank you."

Xiaoqing's voice was trembling a little, and she was extremely conflicted.

She didn't want Lin Yao to die on the ninth floor, but Bai Niangzi's death was her lifelong pain and her eternal obsession.

But she also knew that if the person on the ninth floor was really her sister, only one of them could come out alive.

Lin Yao looked at her, not knowing how to start speaking for a moment.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but he gently hugged Xiaoqing.

"If you have anything you want to say to White Lady, just tell me."

Xiaoqing, who was suddenly hugged by him, subconsciously wanted to push him away, but after hearing these words, the pain in her heart broke through her defense like a dam bursting.

She hugged Lin Yao and cried wildly.

For decades, she never gave up the opportunity to rescue her sister, until she was taken into the Buddha's Hand Lotus by Fahai, where she saw White Snake being tortured to death.

The only reason she lives is revenge.

Feeling Xiaoqing trembling constantly, Lin Yao gently patted her back.

After a long time, Xiaoqing's crying slowly stopped.

She spoke hoarsely.

"Tell my sister that I miss her so much. I'm sorry."

Lin Yao let go of Xiaoqing, who lowered her head, not knowing what to say next.

"Mr. Lin and Madam Qing are a good match."

The Black Mountain Old Ghost's voice sounded with a hint of teasing.

At some point, Nie Xiaoqian supported her and came behind them.

The long whip was swung, but it did not fall on the Black Mountain Old Ghost.

"If you keep talking, I'll tear you apart."

Xiaoqing's voice was still cold, but with a hint of panic.

She glanced at Lin Yao, then turned and left.

The Black Mountain Old Ghost tilted his head and looked at Nie Xiaoqian.

"I don't know what's so good about that scholar. If I were you, grandma, I'd say, wouldn't it be good for you to be Mr. Lin's concubine?"

Nie Xiaoqian's pretty face turned red after hearing what the Black Mountain Old Ghost said.

"If you want, Grandma, I'll go meet that scholar now."

Lin Yao's words reminded Nie Xiaoqian of how he used Qingfeng to force Ning Caichen.

She quickly knelt beside him and spoke with pursed lips.

"Please, sir, spare Ning Lang's life. If..."

She seemed very determined.

"If you really want, Xiaoqian will serve you every day as grandma said."

By the end of her speech, there was a hint of tears in her voice, but she was extremely firm.

"Do you like that scholar so much?"

Lin Yao pinched Nie Xiaoqian's cheek teasingly.

There was some fear in her eyes, but more of determination.

"Xiao Qian only recognizes Ning Lang in this life."

Lin Yao let go of his hand and glanced at the Black Mountain Old Ghost.

There was murderous intent towards Ning Caichen in the eyes of both of them.

Lin Yao stretched, turned and left.

"In that case, you should go and serve your Ning Lang."

The days are getting shorter.

Lin Yao was lying in the room, Xiaoqing was sitting beside her.

The bell rings.

There was struggle and madness in her eyes.

"I go first."

Xiaoqing placed Bai Zhuo in Lin Yao's hand.

After she left, fog gradually rose and Lin Yao fell into a deep sleep.

When Lin Yao opened his eyes again, he saw a corpse made up of the bodies of a man and a woman.

It opened its mouth and its white eyes suddenly rolled after Lin Yao appeared.

One man and one corpse, staring at each other!
(End of this chapter)