Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 24 Eighth Floor

The bell rang in Lin Yao's dream.

When I opened my eyes again, a cold and damp breath came.

This inevitably gave Lin Yao a chill.

He was lying in the dungeon and had changed his clothes at some point.

She was surrounded by handsome men of the same age as herself, but their eyes revealed despair and emptiness.

"Is this the Lanruo Temple where Ning Caichen mentioned people were imprisoned?"

Lin Yao got up from the haystack and walked towards the dungeon entrance.

He thought that when he entered again, he would still be hung at the entrance of the main hall.

I didn't expect to wake up in this identity this time.

Through the puddle outside the prison door, Lin Yao could see his face clearly.

"Ning Caichen?"

He was a little surprised, but then he understood.

"It seems he is still hiding something."

Lin Yao hurriedly checked the things on his body. Qing Feng was still there, but Bai Zhuo, who was held in his hand, was not brought into the eighth floor.

"Can I only bring in personal belongings?"

But for Lin Yao, it makes no difference whether he brings it or not, after all, he doesn't know swordsmanship.

"If I were Ning Caichen, some things would be much easier to handle."

Fair-faced young men were rare in ancient times. Ning Caichen's face was convenient for seduce girls from good families.

"Moses?"

Lin Yao sighed, not because of his identity, but because he had to be prepared for certain things that were about to happen.

My impression is that since the Northern and Southern Dynasties, some aristocratic families have kept some catamites.

It’s not because I appreciate poetry and songs, it’s just a hobby that I don’t want to show in public.

Just as I was thinking about it, a beam of light shone in from above my head.

A man who looked like a guard walked in and Lin Yao looked at him.

This man was dressed like a warrior monk, but his face did not have the compassion and mercy of a monk.

"So the monks here are also accomplices?"

The prison door was opened, and the monk looked at the dejected people around him, and Lin Yao who was standing beside him with a bright and energetic look.

The answer is obvious.

"You, come with me."

Lin Yao followed the monk and passed through the main hall, where he saw scenes he had seen before.

As they continued forward, the monk brought him to a secret room behind the hall.

When I opened the door, I saw a middle-aged monk and a woman sitting opposite each other.

"Is this person the abbot of the temple?"

Lin Yao looked at the monk's robes, then turned his gaze to the woman sitting opposite him. Her face looked a bit like the Black Mountain Ghost.

"Ning Caichen, where is the woman you mentioned now?"

Lin Yao quickly sorted out the memories in his mind and thought that what the abbot was talking about was the time when Ning Caichen was beaten.

"Abbot, that woman invited me to go first tonight. I guess she's ready to escape secretly."

"That's good."

The abbot looked up at Lin Yao and chuckled.

"You have a face that is useful enough. Find a few good girls and you can go with it."

"Thank you, abbot."

After saying that, the monk took Lin Yao away.

"Are you really going to let this scholar go?"

The Black Mountain Old Ghost looked at Lin Yao's back and asked.

"Is Her Majesty Black Mountain tempted? Once you've used him, I'll give this scholar to Her Majesty."

The abbot put his hands together and bowed to the Black Mountain Old Ghost.

The latter glanced at him with a mocking tone.

"You monks, you talk about benevolence, morality, and purity of mind, but you have created a place full of desires at the feet of the Buddha you believe in. How hypocritical!"

After hearing these words, the monk was not angry at all, he even smiled.

He walked to the door of the secret room and looked down at the feast of bliss below.

"Humans have seven emotions and six desires. The Buddha is compassionate and wants to save all living beings. However, all living beings are ignorant and indulge in vanity and desire all day long."

When the monk said this, the smile on his lips became even more sinister.

"In this case, I will set up this paradise banquet to see how much evil there is in the hearts of the people." At this time, the Black Mountain Old Ghost also came to his side.

She didn't understand the profound principles the monk was talking about, and was too lazy to think about them.

This monk had come to Lanruo Temple not long ago, and she had tried to absorb his essence at that time.

However, he didn't expect that the monk would just flip his hands and suppress him.

He said he wanted to negotiate a deal.

So there was the Paradise Banquet, but as for the Dharma name?
When the monk saw the plaque of Lanruo Temple, he said something.

"I have a connection with this temple, so I'll call myself Lanruo Bodhisattva."

It was this Lanruo Bodhisattva who transformed the ghost cave of Lanruo Temple into the paradise we have today.

The monk led Lin Yao through the hall.

As if he had sensed something, when he looked up, his eyes happened to meet the abbot of the temple.

"Why does this person feel so familiar?"

Lin Yao frowned and withdrew his gaze. If he was not careful here, he would die.

No matter how many doubts you have, it is better to suppress them for the time being.

"Empress Black Mountain, would you please hand over Ning Caichen to me?"

"A catamite, if the Bodhisattva wants it, then he will take it."

The Black Mountain Old Ghost looked at Lin Yao again. As far as she could remember, this was the first time that Bodhisattva Lanruo had named someone.

For so long, no good boy or lover in the temple has ever caught his eye.

"This Ning Caichen, could it be that there are some tricks I haven't seen yet?"

The Black Mountain Old Ghost couldn't help but pay more attention to it.

After the death of these people in the temple, their souls were taken away by Lanruo Bodhisattva. This was also the agreement between the two.

As for what he did, Black Mountain Old Ghost never heard him mention it.

There was a tacit understanding between the two of them, and they never asked about each other's affairs.

However, Buddhism and ghosts are not the same kind of people after all. From the day the Paradise Banquet began, the Black Mountain Old Ghost was wary of Lanruo Bodhisattva.

Over the past few days, she has become increasingly wary of the latter.

Sometimes, she couldn't even tell whether Lanruo Bodhisattva was a Buddhist disciple or not.

From the room where he lived, miserable wails could be heard almost every day at midnight.

The Black Mountain Old Ghost, who was also a ghost, knew that it was the last sound of the dead soul before it dissipated.

The Buddha does not look like a Buddha, and those people in the Paradise Banquet do not look like humans.

Lin Yao left Lanruo Temple and walked towards the home of the rich businessman in his memory.

On the way, he recalled the monk's eyes.

Admiration? Playing with him? Or contempt for him?

And was that look because of Ning Caichen, or himself in Ning Caichen's skin?

After much thought, I still can't come to a conclusion.

Lin Yao had no choice but to move on.

Once you enter the city, you'll find the wealthy businessman's home at the end of this busy road.

Lin Yao stood in front of the door. He could feel that there were at least a dozen servants in the manor.

"I haven't found a way to unlock the eighth level yet, but I'm going to get beaten up first."

There was no other way, so Lin Yao had to sneak around to the side door he remembered like Ning Caichen, and then sneak into the mansion.

There was a light on in the woman's room, obviously waiting for Ning Caichen to arrive.

Lin Yao walked straight forward and opened the door. Not surprisingly, he was greeted by the ferocious guards who had been hiding in the mansion.

Accompanied by a dizzying feeling, Lin Yao was thrown out of the mansion.

The rich businessman walked out of the door with a swagger.

"Poor scholar, if I see you again, I will beat you to death."

After that, the door of the mansion was closed.

Lin Yao dragged his body in severe pain and moved forward with difficulty.

But Ning Caichen was just a scholar, and he was weak to begin with. After being beaten up, he fell to the ground before he had walked far.

Lin Yao tried to get up, but was unable to move.

At this moment, a voice came from beside him.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

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