Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 59 Fruit

Lin Yao's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Yao hard.

"Yes, that's the expression. That's the expression."

The destitute Lin Yao loosened his hands, lay on the ground and kept laughing.

"Despair, Lin Yao? This is our final destination. What about gods and Buddhas retreating into seclusion? There are no gods or Buddhas in this world. Everything is illusory, a pre-written play."

Lin Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped the broken Lin Yao's face.

The latter was a little dazed by this sudden attack.

"what's next?"

Lin Yao's voice was low, and the oppressive feeling emanating from his body made the destitute Lin Yao stand there in a daze.

"I say, what's next?"

The dejected Lin Yao came back to his senses, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Yao had changed a lot. The latter gave him the feeling of a rational madman.

Calm, but he was suppressing the madness in his heart.

"I arrived at Lin Yao's home in the new world and waited for him. It's funny to say, but Lin Yao in the new world was incredibly cowardly. When he saw me covered in blood, he fainted out of fright. I wanted to revive him, but when I laid him on the straw mat, I suddenly had another idea."

The dejected Lin Yao laughed again.

"I took off my wedding clothes and exchanged identities with Lin Yao from the new world. I killed him and stuffed him into a yellow ox's stomach. Calculating the time, I knew it would take some time for the Weaver Girl to descend to the mortal world, so I went to the Inn of the Rebirth and pawned myself with Su Su as Lin Yao from the new world. It was ridiculous, but the Weaver Girl from that world actually believed me, so I ascended to heaven once again and came to this world."

The destitute Lin Yao laughed sinisterly again.

"But, in this world, I failed and became your stepping stone."

"Have you been guiding me all this time?"

Lin Yao looked at the ruined Lin Yao quietly.

"Indeed, I have always been the one writing on the yellow cowhide that covers you. However, the world I have experienced is even more broken than the world you live in. This is why the information on the yellow cowhide is becoming increasingly sketchy. I am also Lin Yao, who has ascended to immortality twice."

After he said this, it seemed as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Lin Yao, I am just like you now, trying to escape our fate, but we will all fail in the end. What you are experiencing now is only the third level."

"The third level of weaving fate."

Lin Yao didn't wait for him to finish and took over his words.

When the ruined Lin Yao heard these words, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, but then disappeared quietly.

"What does it matter if you know? I've never been to the Fengmen Ancient House before, and there's not even any information about it in these memory fragments. This place exists entirely because of you."

The devastated Lin Yao looked at the fragments of memory floating in the air. They were like stars, recording what he saw and heard in every world.

"Many of them have ascended to heaven more than five times. According to what you said, they have all reached the fifth level of fate weaving, but their final destination is still to become yellow cowhide."

Lin Yao also raised his head and looked at those memory fragments. He suddenly understood why a mirror appeared when he climbed the stairs to Zhiming.

Another self will walk out of the mirror.

"you are wrong."

Lin Yao spoke softly, and the memory fragments in the sky stopped instantly, then whistled and transformed into a huge mirror behind Lin Yao.

The destitute Lin Yao couldn't help but get up from the ground.

Lin Yao in front of him was standing quietly in front of the mirror, and scenes from all the worlds kept flashing in the mirror behind him.

"All the worlds here are woven by fate."

Lin Yao turned around, looked at the mirror in front of him, and reached out to touch the mirror surface.

"All the Lin Yaos here, including you."

Lin Yao clasped his five fingers together and smashed the mirror in front of him hard.

Blood spurted out and the mirror shattered into pieces again.

Lin Yao tilted his head, his eyes still filled with incomparable calmness. "The me in every world is the real me."

The devastated Lin Yao's throat was surging up and down. He had a feeling that this calm madman in front of him might really be able to escape the cycle of fate.

However, this feeling was fleeting, and what followed was a feeling of powerlessness in the face of fate.

"It's useless. Even if you know all this, what's the point? You'll still be trapped in this painful cycle of fate."

"laugh."

Lin Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud. He raised his hand and looked at the blood that kept flowing out, then raised it high above his head.

The scarlet blood and the red silk all over the sky complement each other.

"You said you've never seen an ancient house with a sealed door, right?"

Lin Yao spoke slowly, constantly fiddling with the fragments of memory in front of him.

The dilapidated Lin Yao behind him is the only heretic who has escaped from a certain cycle of reincarnation.

That is why he became Ning Caichen on the seventh floor of Leifeng Pagoda, and there was a ceremony for the Weaver Girl, all for the purpose of completely destroying the ruined Lin Yao.

However, what Zhinu, or the person behind the scenes, did not expect was that this time the ruined Lin Yao did not replace him.

"Yes."

The ruined Lin Yao was a little confused about what Lin Yao was thinking.

"Do you want to be me?"

Lin Yao suddenly spoke, and his words made him a little confused.

"You don't have to ask anything, just answer whether I want to or not."

After he finished speaking, Lin Yao saw that all the embroidery threads surged out from the sky and tightly wrapped around all the fragments.

Lin Yao turned around and continued walking towards the ruined Lin Yao.

He did not activate the Life Weaver to repair the wound on his hand, and blood kept dripping onto the ground.

The destitute Lin Yao suddenly felt a little regretful. He had wanted to tell all these things to break down Lin Yao's psychological defenses, and then take his place. Although he had never seen the Fengmen Ancient House, he was more familiar with the way to the Wangsheng Inn than anyone else.

By then, he can make a deal with the Rebirth Inn in the identity of Lin Yao in this world, and maybe he can ascend to heaven again and continue to survive.

But he underestimated the madness hidden in the heart of the person in front of him.

Lin Yao came to the ruined Lin Yao, he lowered his head, and the embroidery thread wrapped around the two of them with memory fragments.

"Want to, or don't want to."

The destitute Lin Yao nodded. He had no doubt that if he rejected the Lin Yao of this world, he would be abandoned by him without hesitation and thrown into this space forever like a worn-out shoe.

"That's good."

Lin Yao smiled, stood up, and looked down at his chest.

"I'm afraid it will be a little painful."

He sighed, then tore open his chest. Inside, the gray heart kept beating.

Lin Yao endured the intense pain and reached out to take out the heart. The heart composed of the wronged souls of Xitang and Niulang, oh no, Lin Yao from a certain world, was beating in his hand.

When Zhiming climbed the stairs, the man told him not to trust Zhinu.

Lin Yao's vision was already a little blurry. He stuffed his heart into the broken Lin Yao's chest, and the surging embroidery thread instantly began to mend Lin Yao's broken body.

He looked at the dilapidated body of Lin Yao that was constantly being reborn in front of him.

Fall slowly.

"Then, let's begin."

(End of this chapter)