Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 7 Three monks have no water to drink

There was no pain as he had imagined. Instead, when Lin Yao landed, he felt someone gently holding him up.

He stood up and looked around. Although the well mouth was small, the space below was unexpectedly wide.

There is a road in front of me, and I guess the three little monks are at the end of the road.

Lin Yao walked forward slowly.

Fate Weaver cannot drag them into the world he has woven.

So his only support was gone.

"After I get out, I have to find a way to practice in this world."

The Weaver Girl had said before that the old ox was walking on the animal path, which shows that there is a unique system of spiritual practice in this world.

However, Lin Yao had a hunch that the immortal cultivators in this world might not follow the paths he remembered.

Of course, these are all things that will happen after you get out.

Lin Yao put aside all distractions, the road was about to come to an end.

Not far ahead, the sounds of a few young monks fighting could be faintly heard.

After walking a little further, Lin Yao saw the scene described in the yellow cowhide.

Buwen and Bubuzhu were fighting, while Buyu was quietly sharpening a knife on the side.

This time, Lin Yao did not step forward to ask for directions. Instead, he passed the three people and continued walking forward.

"laugh."

The sound of a knife blade entering flesh was heard. Lin Yao frowned slightly and silently inserted the long knife in his hand not far in front of him.

"There's something wrong with this voice."

The sound just now reminded Lin Yao of the knife he stabbed into Niulang's heart.

After this voice sounded, Bu Wen Bu Jian who was standing next to him also stopped.

"Who are you?"

The first one to speak among the three was Bu Wen.

Lin Yao glanced at him, and Buyan stood beside him, staring at Lin Yao.

"I am the guest of the Buddha, are you trying to stop me?"

He glanced at the three little monks, looked at Bu Wen silently, and Bu Bu was gesturing in front of him angrily.

The subordinate relationship between the three people was instantly formed in Lin Yao's mind.

Bu Xian and Bu Wen are almost evenly matched, but Bu Yu can only sharpen his knife but dares not wrestle with the two of them, indicating that he is the lowest among the three.

Such a fragile relationship can be broken with just a little force.

Bu Wen looked at Lin Yao, as if wondering whether the person in front of him was on the guest list.

"Since we are guests, the Buddha has set up a Zen practice for the three of us. As long as we fill the bucket over there, we can become his disciples."

After Bu Wen finished speaking, he stared at Lin Yao.

He dragged the knife silently and gradually approached.

"Still can't escape."

Lin Yao sighed inwardly. He had originally intended to save some energy, but he didn't expect that he would still have to rack his brains.

"come here."

Lin Yao pointed at Bu Yu who was gradually walking towards him. The latter did not expect him to react like this.

I didn't know how to respond for a moment and subconsciously looked at Bu Wen.

Bu Wen didn't know what Lin Yao wanted to do, but he nodded anyway.

Lin Yao walked to the bucket with Buyu, looked back at the two little monks, and squatted down.

He didn't say anything, just watched carefully.

The two wooden buckets used to carry water were covered with dust and looked like they had not been used for a long time.

But the shoulder pole was badly damaged and there were some bloodstains on it.

Lin Yao tilted his head and glanced at him without saying a word. The latter's body was trembling slightly.

He raised his hand and patted Buyu's shoulder, and tidied up Buyu's slightly messy clothes.

Then he pulled him up and brought him back to the two of them, but his eyes had gradually turned cold.

Lin Yao came to Bu Jian and grabbed his shoulders.

"Come with me."

Bu Wen looked at Buyu and found some resentment in the latter's eyes.

He subconsciously wanted to stop him, but the latter ignored him and followed Lin Yao to the barrel.

Still glanced at it without saying anything.

"Have you forgotten what the Buddha told you?"

Just a few words made the invisible body tremble uncontrollably.

"I, we didn't."

"you?"

Lin Yao chuckled and put his arm around his shoulders. "Bu Yu just can't speak, but he can write."

After saying this, Bu Jian's body trembled even more.

Lin Yao took the opportunity to lean close to his ear and looked at Bu Wen.

"Do you really think someone would suddenly claim to be the Buddha's guest without informing you?"

The breath of destiny emanated from his body.

At this moment, Lin Yao felt that his whole body was as grand and sacred as a Buddha.

“You, you.”

Lin Yao chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"You should know what to do."

He did not try to hide what he said to Bu Jian, and Bu Yu, who was standing beside them, was also a little surprised at this moment.

Lin Yao continued, "I think you two are too pitiful, so I came here to enlighten you. I'm afraid what the Buddha meant was just to fill this bucket."

The missing voice was trembling.

"what do you mean"

Lin Yao didn't say much and walked away without hearing anything.

The latter looked at him with murderous eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Bu Xian and Bu Yu were both standing opposite him at this time.

He felt rejection and resentment from both of them.

"Now, it's time for us to talk."

Lin Yao spoke easily, then turned around casually, leaving his back to Bu Wen.

One step, another step.

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind behind me.

Feeling the strange force coming, Lin Yao's mouth curled up into a smile.

"finally come."

He reached out and grabbed the barrel, dragging it towards the three struggling men.

No wonder he was the leader of the three, but he was only slightly defeated when fighting one against two.

But two fists can never beat four hands.

Soon Bu Wen was subdued by the two men.

Lin Yao kicked the wooden barrel in front of the three people.

Bu Wen seemed to understand something, but when he opened his mouth he could only let out a hoarse roar.

A cold light flashed, and Bu Wen's head rolled to Lin Yao's feet.

His eyes, which had turned gray, were filled with resentment and regret.

Lin Yao looked at him, without a ripple in his mood.

When did I become so numb?
Lin Yao didn’t know and didn’t have the mind to think about it.

The barrel was soon filled.

The ground beneath the three people's feet shook.

Three slender hands stretched out from the darkness behind them and landed in front of them.

"Sure enough, one of the four must die before anyone can enter the Buddha's banquet."

Bu Jianbu Yu stood behind Lin Yao, but did not dare to take a step forward when Lin Yao stood in his palm.

The two of them hurriedly stood on both sides of him.

As his palm rose, Lin Yao looked at Bu Wen's corpse below and his brows suddenly frowned.

"The Weaver Girl must have known about the situation in the well, which is why she didn't come down with me. If a fight breaks out, she might not be able to protect me. But how is she going to get into the banquet hall?"

Thinking of this, Lin Yao suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes.

When I felt the light again, there was already noise in my ears.

"Sir, we need to report to the Buddha, so we won't bother you any further."

Seeing Lin Yao nod, the two disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Yao's vague feeling about the Weaver Girl reappeared, and she should have entered the banquet.

The scene before me was different from what I had imagined. It looked more like a bustling market in the human world.

Everyone's face was filled with smiles and kindness.

"Where is she?"

Lin Yao glanced around.

But I found that the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Are they looking at me?"

(End of this chapter)