Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 35 The Real Second Floor

Chapter 35 The Real Ninth Floor
Lin Yao's consciousness gradually faded.

He seemed to have entered another world.

"clang!"

The bells are ringing.

Lin Yao opened his eyes.

He was lying on a patch of grass.

The bright sunshine filled Lin Yao's cheeks, and everything around him was peaceful and quiet.

Lin Yao stood up from the grass, frowned slightly and looked around.

"Weimin disappeared?"

Lin Yao tried to summon the power of destiny, but he failed.

"It seems that Destiny Weaver is just suppressed by some force?"

After several unsuccessful attempts, Lin Yao did not panic. The most important thing now was to figure out where he was.

He looked at the peaceful and tranquil scene around him, but there was no sign of relaxation in his expression.

"The sound of the bell."

Lin Yao recalled the bell that had begun to ring since he entered Lanruo Temple.

He had always thought that it was the sound used to tell time in Leifeng Pagoda.

The first time it sounded, at midnight, he saw the truth about the temple's belief in puppets, entered the Buddha's hand lotus, and met Xiaoqing and others.

The second ringing of the bell symbolizes that it is night in Leifeng Pagoda.

He learned this from Xiaoqing.

Only after nightfall will the filth in their bodies begin to permeate their bodies.

The third time it rang, fog gradually rose, and he entered the seventh floor of Leifeng Pagoda.

The fourth time, the eighth floor.

But tonight, when he entered the ninth floor, the bell did not ring.

Instead, the bell sound appeared in his ears again after Lin Yao was killed by Bai Suzhen.

"How many days have I been here?"

For some reason, Lin Yao suddenly remembered this matter.

He remembered that when he faced Lanruo Bodhisattva for the last time on the eighth floor, the latter said that the Weaver Girl had held him back for seven days, and now there were only three days left.

But according to Lin Yao's memory, he had only been in Leifeng Pagoda for three days.

Where did the lost day go?

"The bell rang four times, and four days passed in the outside world."

Lin Yao murmured, but a sharp pain came to his mind again.

The memories of those sacrificed people once again flooded into his mind, and the good and evil of human nature used Lin Yao's mind as a battlefield.

They inhibit and devour each other.

Roars and wails continued to play out in Lin Yao's mind.

He fell to the ground in pain, his reconstructed heart beating violently as Zhiming climbed the stairs.

Lin Yao tore open the clothes on his chest, and the lotus mark slowly bloomed.

He lay on the grass, facing the sunlight above his head, smiling freely.

But that smile was extremely twisted.

"Buddha, Leifeng Pagoda, Lanruo Temple."

Lin Yao laughed crazily, and his laughter seemed so abrupt in this peaceful land.

He stood up and drew the sword from his waist.

The good and evil thoughts in my mind are still fighting each other, they all want to become the final owner of this body.

Lin Yao looked at Qingfeng's sword.

His face was reflected in it.

Haggard, crazy, but lacking in humanity.

Behind Lin Yao, there were bursts of rustling sounds.

He raised his head, and the monster made up of the corpses of a man and a woman appeared before him.

Presumably, the other one was already standing behind him.

Lin Yao looked carefully at the monster in front of him.

He had always thought that this was the embodiment of filth in the ninth layer.

But now Lin Yao has figured it out.

The monster's face had long been destroyed, and even its facial features were blurred.

Buddha has two aspects: one is compassion, the other is killing the world.

Bodhisattva Lanruo had already told him how to pass the ninth level.

The monster gradually approached, but Lin Yao stuck the green sword into the grass.

He sat there quietly, the battle between good and evil in his mind having reached its final stage.

The lotus on his chest had fully blossomed. His eyes gradually became deeper, and a hint of Buddha nature appeared in them.

Yan Chixia was originally a country Taoist priest who risked his life to destroy Lanruo Temple for the good intentions in his heart, but was used as a puppet by Ning Caichen to save his life.
After death, the soul was contaminated by filth and became the guardian of the seventh layer.

Nie Xiaoqian had never harbored any ill will towards outsiders, yet the person she trusted the most personally sent her to the Paradise Banquet and tortured her to death.

During the day, Fahai is kind-hearted and saves all living beings, but at night he turns into a Bodhisattva who plays with people's hearts and acts recklessly.

The monster has already walked in front of Lin Yao.

The two monsters began to entangle his body.

The instinct for survival made Lin Yao unable to help but want to pull out Qing Feng from beside him.

The monster did not stop him and let him grab Qingfeng.

But the moment Lin Yao grasped the hilt of the sword, he gave up.

"Xiaoqing asked me to tell you that she missed you very much. I'm sorry."

Lin Yao looked at the two faces pieced together in front of him, spoke softly, and then slowly closed his eyes.

He felt suffocated and darkness fell before his eyes.

"Let her live well."

This was the last sentence Lin Yao heard before he lost consciousness.

"clang!"

The bell rings.

Lin Yao opened his eyes.

There is pure white before my eyes.

Those memories have disappeared from my mind.

This is the real ninth floor of Leifeng Pagoda.

Sitting quietly in front of the golden Buddha statue, a dilapidated corpse was hanging in front of the statue.

A mottled bronze bell hangs beside the Buddha statue.

There was a young monk sitting in front of a bronze bell, beating the wooden fish by himself.

Lin Yao stood up, and the force that suppressed Zhiming had disappeared without a trace.

"donor."

The little monk did not stand up, but just called out Lin Yao softly.

"What's the matter, young master?"

Under Lin Yao's sleeves, the embroidery thread quietly scattered. As long as the little monk took action, he could kill him here and there in the first place.

The young monk stood up and patted his robe.

Turned around and faced Lin Yao.

"How do you feel about this journey, benefactor?"

“It doesn’t feel like much.”

The young monk was slightly stunned by Lin Yao's words.

"The seven emotions and six desires, the interweaving of good and evil, are an integral part of human nature. Without them, would we still be considered human?"

When Lin Yao said this, the embroidery thread had already quietly climbed onto the little monk's body.

The latter, however, seemed not to feel anything and pointed at the corpse hanging near the Buddha statue.

"This thousand-year-old snake demon flooded Jinshan Temple, causing countless murders, all for that insignificant lust. Does the donor have anything to say?"

The little monk smiled, as if he had already defeated him.

Lin Yao looked at the little monk quietly and suddenly chuckled.

"You monks are truly a bunch of people seeking fame and reputation. To suppress the filth in his heart, Fahai sacrificed the entire city as a sacrifice, but he created Lanruo Bodhisattva. After that, Lanruo Temple hosted the Paradise Banquet, and the Buddhist Pure Land was filled with obscenity and lust. Where are you, the so-called masters of Buddhism?"

Lin Yao's words silenced the little monk.

"Faith puppet?"

Lin Yao chuckled again.

"It's just something created by you hypocrites to satisfy your own selfish desires. What kind of Buddhism are you?"

The embroidery thread has quietly covered the little monk's body.

Lin Yao didn't want to say much, the red silk appeared, and the weaving of life began.

The embroidery thread strangled the little monk's body madly.

"It's useless, benefactor. Becoming my incarnation is your final destination."

The little monk's body was constantly being strangled, but he kept recovering.

Lin Yao knew that as long as the religious puppets outside Lanruo Temple did not die, the filth before him would be immortal.

He drew out his sword and instantly cut off the little monk's head while the embroidery thread was strangling him.

The head rolled and fell at the feet of the Buddha statue.