Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 39 Ending
Bodhisattva Lanruo looked gloomy as she looked towards the main hall.

The Weaver Girl walked out of the hall, and beside her stood the pale-faced Lin Yao.

The red silk rises, and the weaving of destiny is complete.

"When did you guys set up this game?"

"It started before the young master entered Lanruo Temple."

As Zhinu spoke, her eyes turned to Xiaoqing.

The latter had been forced into a desperate situation by the puppet of faith.

However, when she saw Lin Yao walking out, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"Fortunately, you are still alive."

Xiaoqing was covered in blood, and Bai Zhuo was stuck in the ground, but she was holding on and not falling down.

The puppets of faith came again. Xiaoqing closed her eyes. She was a little tired after her great revenge.

The roar gradually approached, but also became farther and farther away.

Xiaoqing opened her eyes and was already standing beside Lin Yao.

"It was you who planned this?"

Bodhisattva Lanruo fixed her cold gaze on Lin Yao.

"It was my family at first, but the young master took control of Zhiming away from me just like he did when he first saw me."

As the Weaver Girl spoke, she hugged Lin Yao's arm.

This action made Xiaoqing quietly retract her outstretched hand.

She wanted to ask about Lin Yao's injuries.

But he has a high and mighty goddess by his side, while he is just a snake demon, how can he have such extravagant hopes?

She looked gloomy, quietly stepped back a few steps, and put away the oil-paper umbrella.

The knuckles of Lanruo Bodhisattva, who was holding Lin Yao's head, turned white, and only a few strands of embroidery threads were left on her palm.

"Lend me your hand to get rid of the Black Mountain Old Ghost, Lin Yao. That's a good plan, but I want to know more about how you set up this situation."

He laughed out of anger. Bodhisattva Lanruo had always enjoyed playing with people's hearts, but she never expected to be tricked by Lin Yao and Zhinu.

"The Weaver Girl never told me, but I think that before I entered Lanruo Temple, she found Fahai and used your life in exchange for the feathered robe. As for Fahai's death, it was just a coincidence."

After hearing Lin Yao's words, Bodhisattva Lanruo gradually began to laugh.

"Trading my life?"

His eyes were red, and the half-faced golden Buddha statue that Lin Yao had seen on the ninth floor suddenly fell behind Lanruo Bodhisattva.

"Trade my life."

Bodhisattva Lanruo kept repeating this sentence and walked towards the Buddha statue with unsteady steps.

The Weaver Girl frowned slightly, her expression becoming serious, and she no longer had the playful look she had before.

The colorful feathered robe appeared.

"Protect Lin Yao."

There was only indifference in Zhinu's voice, and Lin Yao looked at her back.

Having already prayed to the gods twice, he felt a different kind of divinity in the Weaver Girl, mixed with some other flavors.

The illusion created by Zhiming trembled slightly, and Bodhisattva Lanruo stopped.

His limbs were tightly entangled with the embroidery thread.

"In the name of the Weaver Girl, I weave your destiny."

Bright red blood continued to flow out from the gaps in the embroidery thread. The Weaver Girl's face was cold as she pointed at Lanruo Bodhisattva in the distance.

The latter's body began to break apart, the embroidery thread fell to the ground, and his body completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

"he died?"

Xiaoqing supported Lin Yao. She could no longer feel the presence of Bodhisattva Lanruo.

"Be careful."

Lin Yao frowned. He had a brief fight with Lanruo Bodhisattva, and he knew very well how difficult the latter was.

The Weaver Girl was just like him, still standing in mid-air and looking around.

In front of the three people, the gold paint on the half-body Buddha statue began to peel off, and the face of Lanruo Bodhisattva gradually appeared at the originally broken Buddha head.

At the same time, the other three heads also appeared.

They are suspended in front of the Buddha statue.

Unable to hear, unable to speak, and unable to see, the face was distorted.

"Buddha!"

The puppets of faith turned stiffly and slowly bowed to the Buddha statue, their faces once again radiating a kind smile. "I'm tired of playing with you. It's time for you to die."

The voice of Lanruo Bodhisattva came from the Buddha statue. He reached out and grabbed Nie Xiaoqian beside him and swallowed her in one gulp.

Xiaoqing's hand holding Lin Yao moved slightly, and she heard Lin Yao speak.

"Her death has nothing to do with us."

Nie Xiaoqian's face appeared on the chest of the Buddha statue, empty and desperate.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Bodhisattva Lanruo grinned fiercely, and the golden Buddha statue slapped Lin Yao with its palm.

The Weaver Girl raised her hands, and the flesh-and-blood Buddha statue made of faith puppets swallowed her instantly.

The Buddha's palm continued to press down, but was blocked for a moment by countless embroidery threads.

Xiaoqing grabbed Lin Yao's shoulder and flashed away in an instant.

The moment the two men rushed out, there were also two figures in the other three directions.

"East."

A silent voice came out.

What he represents is the true Buddhist teachings, which see through all illusions.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoqing pulled out the green sword from Lin Yao's waist and pushed it away.

She held a blue sword in her hand, just like when she and White Snake stood in front of the Jinshan Temple.

"Sister, I understand why you're trying so hard to get that stinky doctor."

The shadow of the green snake reappeared, and after swallowing Xiaoqing, a giant snake that was no less powerful than a Buddha statue appeared in Lanruo Temple.

On the side of the Weaver Girl, the flesh-and-blood Buddha made up of faith puppets exploded.

The aura of the innate gods was released without reservation. Behind her, countless runes flowed, forming a complex formation.

The giant palm collided with the green snake, and a large formation appeared above the head of Lanruo Bodhisattva.

The green snake was broken into pieces, Xiaoqing flew out backwards, and his two swords were inserted into the ground. His life or death was unknown.

The Buddha statue's arm cracked into pieces after this blow and turned into powder.

But then, its shoulders began to move as if making a statement, and an arm with countless faces appeared.

The great formation fell, pinning Lanruo Bodhisattva to the spot, unable to move.

The Weaver Girl's hands trembled slightly. She knew that after Lanruo Bodhisattva merged with the Buddha statue, it would be an immortal existence as long as it could not kill all the resentment of the people in the city.

"She won't last long."

He spoke again without saying a word.

Bodhisattva Lanruo controlled the Buddha statue and continuously attacked the formation.

"A spent-down innate divine being, do you really think I have no backup plan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue robe that Fahai once wore appeared behind the Buddha statue.

The Weaver Girl's eyes narrowed slightly, she felt the same aura as the feathered robe on the blue robe!
"You're still too naive. That idiot Fahai actually did something good this time. He had already refined his greatest resentment and a portion of your feather robe into this blue robe. If you had taken the feather robe and left, everything would have been fine. But unfortunately, I got the advantage."

The blue robe fell on the Buddha statue, and another aura of innate deity appeared.

It's just that compared to the aura of the Weaver Girl, it is much weaker, but this is enough.

After the blue robe fell, the red silk symbolizing life began to shatter, and the oppressive force on Lanruo Bodhisattva gradually eased.

Countless wailing sounds rang in Zhinu's ears, disturbing her mind.

"Your young master must be trembling in fear somewhere right now."

The illusion of weaving life was shattered, and the restraints on Bodhisattva Lanruo disappeared.

The stench and the smell of death emerged in Lanruo Temple.

The faith puppets that had been dealt with by the Weaver Girl staggered to their feet.

They are no longer smiling zombies, but are now dressed in tattered clothes.

Not only that, their bodies are also incomplete.

"We believe in gods, but where were you when the city was massacred?"

Roars came from among them.

The Weaver Girl's arms were shaking violently, and countless resentments were like shackles, dragging her body into a quagmire where she could hardly move forward.

The Buddha's hand was swung out again, and the formation shattered.

The Weaver Girl spat out a mouthful of blood and gradually fell from mid-air.

"No one can save you now."

(End of this chapter)