Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

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Lin Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The big-headed doll behind Su Nu gave him a familiar feeling.

He nodded slightly to the person next to him, then walked straight to the seat behind Su Nu and sat down.

"This big-headed doll has my scent, but..."

Lin Yao's nostrils twitched. The person in front of him had a faint floral scent.

"Su Nu asked me to water the flowers before, was it for this?"

He looked up and down at the big-headed doll in front of him. It could completely imitate his aura, even its body shape was exactly the same.

Lin Yao's gaze fell on Su Nu's back.

"I'm afraid her purpose is not that simple."

Lin Yao did not make it public, after all, his current identity was the priest of Fengmen Village.

"Find an opportunity and start a quarrel."

He looked towards the stage, and as usual, the sound of gongs and drums had begun to sound.

A familiar feeling of drowsiness came over me.

Memories of his past life began to emerge in his mind again.

This time, it is even more complicated than before.

Another scene appeared in front of Lin Yao's eyes.

"Are these all my memories?"

As the play on the stage began, Lin Yao returned to the world where Zhiming ascended the stairs.

In the world filled with red silk, countless fragments of memory appeared before his eyes.

Lin Yao walked among these fragments, and his figure could be seen in every picture.

In some fragments, he successfully ascended to heaven and became an immortal, but he could not escape the fate of being broken.

In more memories, Lin Yao saw more ways of dying.

"Can you feel it?"

A voice suddenly came from behind Lin Yao.

He looked back and saw that the person standing behind him was actually his broken body on the seventh floor of Leifeng Pagoda.

The two Lin Yaos looked at each other.

"you"

"Want to ask who I am?
The broken Lin Yao smiled and spoke in a somewhat sad tone.

"Lin Yao, I am your true self."

True appearance?

Lin Yao remembered that when he climbed the stairs and before his consciousness fell, he seemed to hear a sentence.

"The original form has been destroyed, and the weaving destiny has ascended the stairs."

The four phases of Buddhism are birth, existence, change and destruction.

The image of life is also called the original form. The extinction of the original form means that Lin Yao has already died.

He raised his hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was beating strongly.

The two Lin Yaos stood in the midst of a sky full of memory fragments.

Lin Yao exhaled deeply. Every time he came to this space, the yellow cowhide hidden on his chest would disappear.

"What on earth is yellow cowhide?"

Broken Lin Yao shook his head.

"I don't know either, but what I do know is that that thing appears around you and me in every world."

As he spoke, he casually pulled out a fragment of memory.

What was playing out in the fragments was exactly the Weaver Girl's Wedding Hall that Lin Yao had experienced before, but the ending in this memory fragment was different from his.

In this memory, the Weaver Girl was stepping on Lin Yao, and his hands holding the yellow cowhide were shaking constantly.

He wanted him to give more clues, but unexpectedly, the Weaver Girl cut off his arm.

Blood stains fell on the yellow cowhide, and Lin Yao's eyes in his memory gradually became dim and lifeless.

Then, the scene in the memory fragment turned dark.

Lin Yao thought it was over, but he didn't expect the darkness in the picture to be suddenly dispelled.

The face of the person in the painting is unclear, and in his hand is the blood-stained yellow cowhide. The person in the painting is holding the yellow cowhide and walking to an altar.

The altar was surrounded by torn red silk.

"here.,."

Lin Yao looked up at his surroundings. Apart from the altar, the red silk around him was very similar to the space he was in now.

He continued to look at the scene in his memory.

The person in the painting places the cowhide in the center of the altar, which is filled with blood-stained cowhide.

Then, he raised his head as if he sensed something.

As their eyes met through the fragments of memory, the person in the painting suddenly spoke.

"Lin Yao, long time no see."

The voice that spoke was actually a woman!
"The Weaver Girl?"

Lin Yao exclaimed in surprise.

Then the memory fragments in the ruined Lin Yao's hands instantly fell apart.

"Do you understand now?"

He smiled miserably, looked down at the crack in his chest torn by the priest, and slowly fell down.

The red silk all over the sky stung Lin Yao's broken eyes.

He put his hand out to block it.

"Lin Yao, do you know why everything you're experiencing is going so smoothly right now, or even feels a bit broken?"

Lin Yao's hands were trembling slightly. He had always felt the madness of everything he had experienced, and some of the things were even completely inexplicable with common sense.

Jumpy and incomprehensible.

"Because your memory is incomplete."

Broken Lin Yao spoke with a smile.

"You've already felt that something is wrong with this world."

Lin Yao continued to remain silent, and he continued to listen to the words of the destitute Lin Yao.

He had long been puzzled by what the latter said, but he had always regarded the Rebirth Inn as the key to solving all these puzzles.

But if this world is really as the ruined Lin Yao said, then no matter how he struggles in this world.

The final outcome was just like the blood-stained yellow cowhides piled on the altar, which were just the fun of the person who planned it.

As for the voice of the Weaver Girl.

The image of that crazy woman appeared in Lin Yao's mind.

"Weaving fate is indeed a first-class innate magical power in this world."

He slowly walked to the ruined Lin Yao and bent down.

"What? Feeling despair?"

He spoke with a smile, as if expecting Lin Yao to collapse.

"No, I'm just wondering, if I hadn't come, would you have done the things I saw in my memory?"

"of course."

The destitute Lin Yao laughed wantonly, his face completely distorted, and unparalleled madness emanated from him.

"Do you know why the old ox has the body of one of us in its stomach?"

He searched among the fragments of memory, but soon gave up.

The ruined Lin Yao continued to speak.

"Like you, I went through all the experiences of the previous world, ascended to the immortal path, and became the only immortal in this world to achieve enlightenment. But do you know? I died. I died on the day I ascended to immortality."

The ruined Lin Yao grabbed Lin Yao's collar and pulled him in front of him.

"Do you know where I was when I woke up? I was curled up in a damp dark place. Unfortunately, they didn't expect that I was still alive. I crawled out of that place and found that I had torn open the belly of the old yellow cow. The rolled yellow cowhide was still in my hand."

When he said this, his eyes were full of bloodshot and kept rolling.

Lin Yao saw deep fear in his eyes.

The ruined Lin Yao gritted his teeth and uttered the following words almost word by word.

"I unfolded the yellow cowhide, and there it was written: 'From now on, you are no longer Lin Yao, you are the yellow cowhide!'"

(End of this chapter)