Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 40 The End
The body of the Weaver Girl fell to the ground.

There was a puff of smoke and dust.

The faith puppets smelled the blood and rushed towards the location of the Weaver Girl frantically.

The embroidery thread kept tearing their bodies apart, and they stepped over the corpses of their former acquaintances.

The pile of rotten flesh under their feet might have been their former friends or family, but it didn't matter now.

All they want now is the flesh and blood of the Weaver Girl.

Bodhisattva Lanruo transformed into a human form again, and he was wearing a blue silk robe just like Fahai that day.

The only difference is that there is no Buddha's hand lotus under the feet.

He walked slowly towards the Weaver Girl, crushing the puppets of faith that blocked his way like garbage.

Bodhisattva Lanruo came to the Weaver Girl and shattered the embroidery thread with her hand.

"If you leave early, there will be no such things."

Bodhisattva Lanruo grabbed the Weaver Girl's neck and lifted her up.

He didn't say much, but tightened his grip.

The Buddha's light spread and cut off the arm of Lanruo Bodhisattva.

Lin Yao hugged the Weaver Girl and landed on the Buddha's hand lotus.

"Xiao Langjun."

The Weaver Girl smiled, and some blood flowed from the corner of her mouth again.

Bodhisattva Lanruo looked at Lin Yao, who was now just like Fahai, standing on the Buddha's hand lotus and looking at Lanruo quietly.

"Is the injury serious?"

The Weaver Girl jumped out of Lin Yao's arms. Now that he was here, her mission was accomplished.

Seeing this, Lin Yao didn't ask any more questions.

"Buddha?"

Bodhisattva Lanruo sneered.

As for Lin Yao, he didn't even want to return to the Buddha statue. After all, he was just a mortal.

"That's enough for you."

The Buddha's hand lotus gradually bloomed and appeared behind Lin Yao. With a sudden earthquake, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lanruo Bodhisattva's eyes.

He extended a palm forward, and the scriptures reappeared and lingered around Lin Yao.

The two intersected, and as black smoke rose, the palm of Lanruo Bodhisattva turned into nothingness.

"Even though you are a Buddhist disciple and can use Buddhist magical powers, you haven't even embarked on the most basic path of cultivation. Apart from the protection of the Dharma, what else can you do? You are just waiting to die."

Bodhisattva Lanruo rubbed his newly reborn palm, which still retained some Buddhist aura, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

He walked towards the Weaver Girl. Lin Yao really couldn't move now, but she and Xiaoqing were just trapped in a jar.

"Who said I was waiting to die?"

Lin Yao's voice made Bodhisattva Lanruo pause for a moment, as if he felt something.

He looked towards the entrance of the main hall. The oil-paper umbrella had been opened at some point and was slowly floating at the entrance.

Under the umbrella, there was a woman in white, but her face could not be seen clearly.

"Hasn't Fahai already wiped out the soul of this white snake? Why is it still here?"

Lan Ruo Bodhisattva's tone finally wavered.

The rumbling sound came from far away and soon arrived in front of Lanruo Temple.

"coming."

Lin Yao looked up and saw the same tide of wronged souls that he had seen when he met Yan Chixia.

But this time, there are so many wronged souls!
Bodhisattva Lanruo rushed towards the half-body Buddha statue without hesitation.

But unexpectedly, Zhiming came again.

"Where is the Bodhisattva going?"

The Weaver Girl's chuckle sounded like the King of Hell demanding her life, ringing in the ears of Lanruo Bodhisattva.

He struggled desperately to break free, but the embroidery thread did not hurt him at all, making it impossible for him to be reborn with resentment, and his steps were constantly delayed.

The tide of wronged souls covered the sky of Lanruo Temple.

Those who had died seemed to be reborn at this moment.

"You will die too!"

Bodhisattva Lanruo roared. He was scared, really scared.

Lin Yao flashed out, picked up the seriously injured and unconscious Xiaoqing, and returned to Zhinu.

The latter looked at him with some displeasure.

But the current situation does not allow her to act out of temper.

"Live well."

An ethereal voice sounded behind them.

Xiaoqing, who was in a coma, moved and opened her eyes with difficulty.

"Lin Yao, I heard my sister's voice."

She coughed violently several times, and blood continued to flow out of her mouth.

"Don't think too much." Lin Yao spoke softly, constantly mending Xiaoqing's seriously injured body with embroidery thread.

He turned his head and saw White Snake nodding slightly under the oil-paper umbrella.

Under the terrified eyes of Lanruo Bodhisattva, the tide of wronged souls fell, and colorful feathered clothes appeared in front of several people.

The oil-paper umbrellas were the first to block the erosion of the tide.

Then, a violent impact came and hit the feather clothes.

The Weaver Girl couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Yao placed his hand on her shoulder.

Outside the feathered robe, scriptures emerged, constantly absorbing the impact of the tide.

However, the resentment in the sea tide was too heavy, which was why Bodhisattva Lanruo was so afraid. He was born of desire and resentment, and these were also what he feared the most.

The tide of wronged souls continued to wash over his body, and the resentment in them poured into his body frantically.

Cracks continued to appear on his body, and finally it turned into fragments.

"Lin Yao!"

The true body of Lanruo Bodhisattva appeared in the sea tide, but only existed for a moment.

Countless wronged souls were tearing at the body that was filled with their desires in life.

The last wave hit, the scriptures shattered, and even the feathered clothes disappeared after blocking a little.

Several people were instantly swept up in the tide of wronged souls, and countless resentments washed over their bodies.

"Sooner or later, I'll be back!"

In the sea tide, a wisp of black aura penetrated into Lin Yao's body and disappeared.

Several people were swept by the tide and rushed into the main hall.

The Weaver Girl wanted to try to resist, but the resentment accumulated by tens of thousands of people for hundreds of years was too terrifying.

What's more, she only has one tenth of her abilities left now. All she can do is come to Lin Yao and let them take a break in the tide.

"Young Master, it seems like things have gotten a little out of hand."

The Weaver Girl smiled gently.

"Unfortunately, you and I haven't consummated our marriage yet."

Lin Yao was at a loss at this time. Xiaoqing and Zhinu were seriously injured, and he had been holding on until now.

Bodhisattva Lanruo is dead, and now they can only leave it to fate.

The tide continued to surge, and when it came again, the Weaver Girl could no longer hold on and fell into Lin Yao's arms.

"Are you going to die?"

Lin Yao held the two of them in his arms. The art of summoning gods required mental support, and now he could hardly even open his eyes.

"That's all."

He sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and seemed to have accepted his fate.

"clang!"

A familiar bell rang.

Lin Yao suddenly opened his eyes.

He was so familiar with the sound of the bell that even now he still hadn't figured out what it meant.

In the main hall, the golden Buddha statue suddenly lit up with colorful rays of light.

Protect the three people in the tide.

Lin Yao looked up and happened to meet the Buddha statue's lowered eyes.

The rusty bronze bell in Leifeng Pagoda was now looming over the three people's heads. No matter how the tide of wronged souls washed over it, it remained motionless.

He saw an old monk sitting under a Bodhi tree, picking leaves with his hands and throwing them to a few people.

"I'll give this day back to you."

An old voice sounded in Lin Yao's ears.

As the Bodhi leaves fell, the tide of wronged souls slowly stagnated.

One after another, souls were liberated, their resentments washed away and they returned to their hometowns.

The bronze bell rang again, and the Lanruo Bodhisattva hidden in Lin Yao's body was pulled out alive.

He also saw the Bodhi tree, and the old monk chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

These four words were like a Buddhist mantra, trapping Lanruo Bodhisattva and then killing him alive.

After doing all this, the old monk looked at Lin Yao and said something.

"There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. When you can break through the true nature of your heart, you will be able to see through delusion."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk disappeared.

Lin Yao frowned, but was too tired to think about the meaning of the old monk's last words.

He held on and sealed the palace door with embroidery thread.

At the moment Lin Yao fell, the yellow cowhide on his chest, which had been unresponsive for a long time, became hot.

He fumbled to take it out, but fainted after reading only the first line of words.

[Don't make a deal with the proprietress of the Wangsheng Inn! ]

(End of this chapter)