Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 34 Buddha Says
After the old man finished saying this, his body gradually turned into blood and flowed on the ground.

Lin Yao looked down and saw that he was still wearing his cassock.

"I am Fahai?"

He frowned, the scene before him was obviously the city-wide memorial service that Xiaoqing had mentioned.

But both Xiaoqing and Bai Suzhen were nowhere to be seen.

Lin Yao could not sense any living presence in this city, as if it had become a dead zone.

He raised his head and saw the Buddha's hand lotus slowly turning in the air.

There was only one monk and one lotus left under the sky.

No clues.

No one else exists.

It's not even clear where to go.

The simplest dilemma is also the most hopeless dead end.

Lin Yao took a deep breath, and the scenes since he entered Lanruo Temple gradually flashed through his mind.

Fahai and Lanruo Bodhisattva coexist.

Good and evil are intertwined in the puppet of faith.

The eighth level is the paradise banquet, where human desires run rampant in the Buddhist Pure Land.

"Buddha gives birth to two aspects."

Lin Yao gently uttered these four words. These were the last words spoken by Lanruo Bodhisattva before her body was torn by the embroidery thread in the eighth layer.

He suddenly understood why Bodhisattva Lanruo had not thought of stopping him even though he had reached the eighth floor.

"No wonder Bai Suzhen has been trapped in Leifeng Pagoda for decades."

Lin Yao sighed and suddenly felt a little confused. There were monsters outside the city that were neither human nor ghost.

The city is a dead zone.

How to break this situation? Lin Yao was at a loss for a moment.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Buddha's hand lotus slowly fell in front of Lin Yao from mid-air.

He looked at the lotus in front of him and stood on it as if possessed.

Lin Yao's whole body trembled, and blue veins popped out on his forehead instantly.

Bloodshot filled his eyes.

"what."

A low roar came from Lin Yao's mouth, like that of a wild beast.

Under the gloomy sky.

Lin Yao fell on the lotus, curled up with his hands covering his head, motionless.

He stared blankly ahead, countless memories flooding into his mind.

Kindness and evil deeds flashed through Lin Yao's mind.

Joy and anger, sorrow and fear, love and hate, desire.

With all sorts of emotions intertwined, Lin Yao's spirit had been tortured to the brink of collapse.

The Buddha's hand lotus quietly closed, carrying Lin Yao's body out of this dead city.

I do not know how long it has been.

The light appeared in front of Lin Yao's eyes again.

He forced himself to stand up, looking haggard, with memories of various people still echoing in his mind.

"Golden Mountain Temple?"

Lin Yao spoke hoarsely, and there was a magnificent temple in front of him.

It is different from the gloomy and gloomy Lanruo Temple.

Jinshan Temple is magnificent, and its vermilion lacquered gate slowly opens.

A young monk walked out of the door.

"Uncle Master Fahai."

Lin Yao stood up despite the severe headache and walked down from the Buddha's hand lotus.

"Is there any unusual movement at Leifeng Pagoda?"

Lin Yao spoke, his voice was frighteningly hoarse.

"After Master-uncle suppressed the snake demon, there has been no unusual movement in Leifeng Pagoda."

Lin Yao nodded. The feeling in his mind made him not want to say anything more.

The Buddha's hand lotus shot into his brow and turned into a black and white lotus mark.

"Uncle Master, come with me."

The young monk led the way and welcomed Lin Yao into the temple.

After saying goodbye, he went about his own business.

Lin Yao walked around Jinshan Temple. There was nothing strange or unusual here. It was just like an ordinary temple.

He pushed open the main door of the Mahavira Hall.

A golden Buddha statue far more magnificent than the one in Lanruo Temple appeared before our eyes.

Lin Yao walked over, sat on the cushion, and looked up at the Buddha statue.

"I am Fahai?"

The complex memories continued to impact his sanity.

Lin Yao, Fahai. These two names were the few things left in his mind.

He seemed to have lived the lives of many people, alternating between good and evil, cause and effect, and without retribution.

On the contrary, good people do not live long, but evil deeds last for thousands of years.

Lin Yao sat on the cushion, like an old monk in meditation.

The sunlight streamed through the temple door, and he lowered his head.

In front of me is the shadow of the Buddha statue, and behind me is the scorching sun.

Lin Yao sat at the intersection of light and darkness.

He suddenly picked up the wooden fish mallet on the ground, looked at it for a few seconds, and then awkwardly struck the wooden fish, with scriptures coming out of his mouth.

The sound of his chanting echoed in the empty hall.

"Boom."

In my mind, passersby drew their swords and denounced injustice, but no one responded, and their bodies were exposed in the yellow sand of the wilderness.

"Boom."

The bandits were arrogant and provocative, yet they were carefree and at ease, indulging in music and pleasure among dogs and horses.

The scholar clan who had read all the ancient books and talked about the words of sages could not resist the temptation of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu.

Anger, ignorance, greed for money, sex and sex are circulating in Lin Yao's heart, and the bottom line of human nature is constantly fighting against the reckless desires.

Lin Yao paused his movements and suddenly laughed, laughing wildly.

He stood up and looked at the golden Buddha statue with a ferocious expression.

Upon hearing the sound, the monks in the temple rushed to the temple gate.

But he happened to see Lin Yao slowly turning around, a crazy smile appearing on his face.

He looked at the monks with bloodshot eyes. He didn't look like a high-level monk at all.

The monks didn't know what was happening. They only felt a pain between their eyebrows and the embroidery thread crawled all over their bodies.

Without even a scream, they were torn into pieces of flesh.

A Buddha's hand lotus appeared from between Lin Yao's eyebrows. He stroked the lotus seat in front of him and snapped his fingers.

Buddha's hand lotus falls in the air above Jinshan Temple.

The remaining saint pilgrims looked at the strange lotus in the sky and couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

Then, they saw a group of monks like zombies walking towards the main hall.

There were kind smiles on their faces, but they were extremely stiff.

Lin Yao closed the door of the hall. The screams outside continued to sound, but he didn't care.

He picked up the wooden fish hammer again, sat in front of the golden Buddha statue, and spoke to himself.

"Lan Ruo, come out."

After the words fell, Bodhisattva Lanruo no longer hid in the dark.

The figure appeared in the palm of the Buddha statue.

"How did you know I was here?"

He spoke with some curiosity. Lin Yao was poisoned by the soul-calling incense on the eighth floor. Logically, his mind should have been gradually eroded.

When he reached the ninth level, he directly let Bai Suzhen meet him and dragged Lin Yao into the city-wide memorial service. The countless desires should have devoured him long ago.

But now, Lin Yao in front of him was extremely calm.

Even more indifferent than the first time I met him.

"My guess."

Lin Yao smiled.

"I didn't expect you to actually come out."

This sentence made the originally curious Bodhisattva Lanruo's face gloomy.

"This is supposed to be the illusion where White Snake is, right? It must have taken a lot of effort for you to deal with her. Do you think you can defeat me?"

Lin Yao's eyes were still bloodshot, but they were extremely clear.

"I admit that your performance on the eighth floor was somewhat beyond my expectations. I didn't expect you to have mastered some of the Weaver Girl's abilities. But if you want to use this to compete with me, you are a bit overestimating your own abilities."

Bodhisattva Lanruo waved his sleeves, the temple door reopened, and a Buddha's hand lotus hung above his head.

Lin Yao tilted his head slightly, and there were countless faith puppets standing behind him.

Guests from the temple and people from the city stood at the door in a dense mass, staring at the two of them quietly.

"When I entered the ninth floor, I met Bai Suzhen, and she asked me a question."

Bodhisattva Lanruo's heart suddenly skipped a beat, but Lin Yao had already spoken.

"Xu Xian has been killed by me."

A sharp pain came over him instantly, and Lin Yao's mind went blank.

"asshole!"

Bodhisattva Lanruo stood up instantly, glaring at Lin Yao with eyes that were about to burst.

A slender hand passed across his chest.

The sky was overcast and drizzling.

An oil-paper umbrella was held up over Lin Yao's head. He smiled, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but blood kept gushing out.

But Bodhisattva Lanruo saw that Lin Yao’s last words were.

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)