Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 26 Sacrifice
Lin Yao looked towards the campfire.

A group of shirtless men wearing masks came out.

Unlike those worn by vendors, the masks they wore on their faces were very delicate.

It is also decorated with exquisite feathers around it.

The naked upper body was painted with oil paint, which looked very mysterious against the backdrop of the bonfire.

They began to dance to the beat of drums.

The originally noisy sounds around gradually quieted down.

The people around Lin Yao looked at the bonfire devoutly.

"Sir, close your eyes."

Lin Yao pretended to close his eyes, but secretly observed the people who were offering sacrifices in front of him.

Almost at the moment the drum sounded, the curse planted by the Weaver Girl in his chest suddenly began to throb.

He originally thought that what Nie Xiaoqian said about offering sacrifices to the gods was just a ritual performed by the mountain villagers to pray for peace.

But now, Lin Yao was a little curious.

The men in front of him finished dancing and stood on both sides of the campfire.

"Boom."

A dull drumbeat made Lin Yao's heart tremble slightly.

As the drum beats became more frequent, Lin Yao began to feel a little breathless.

In the darkness, the sound of bells rang.

When Lin Yao looked in the direction of the voice, he saw a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes.

In addition to the gorgeous clothes, there is a shawl woven from feathers.

The golden-red mask exudes a mysterious luster.

She slowly walked over to the campfire.

His eyes scanned the people in the mountain village.

Lin Yao looked at her blankly.

The woman took out three incense sticks, lit them with bonfire and put them on her head.

He chanted an unknown spell.

With each of her chanting, the curse in Lin Yao's chest throbbed more and more.

As the last scale fell, a shadow appeared behind the woman.

"The Weaver Girl?"

The shadow gradually solidified, and Lin Yao could see her face clearly.

However, unlike the Weaver Girl he was familiar with, the Weaver Girl behind the woman was arrogant and indifferent.

She stood in mid-air overlooking the world.

The breath of Zhiming gradually flowed out of Lin Yao's body.

As if sensing something, the phantom of the Weaver Girl looked towards where Lin Yao was, with doubt in her eyes.

The aura of the two people is of the same origin, but he is obviously a mortal, so how can he have his own magical aura?

"Goddess, please bless us and protect our health."

The woman in gorgeous clothes spoke, her voice full of piety and respect.

The shadow of the Weaver Girl waved her hand gently, and Lin Yao felt that everything around him had stopped.

"Why do you have the aura of destiny?"

The voice of the Weaver Girl rang in his ears.

Lin Yao smiled bitterly. Was he going to tell Zhinu that she would be imprisoned in the lower world in the future and eventually become half-human, half-ghost?

"Goddess, I used to be a priest in my hometown. You once blessed me, and that is why I have the aura of destiny."

The phantom of the Weaver Girl did not believe Lin Yao’s explanation, but the breath of the Weaver Girl was real.

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

"In that case, take it back."

The phantom of the Weaver Girl raised her hand, and Lin Yao felt as if something was leaving his body.

But in the blink of an eye, it comes back again.

"The aura of the Rebirth Inn?"

The phantom of the Weaver Girl was a little surprised. She knew that only people who died in vain could reach that place, but the scholar in front of her did not have any trace of death on him.

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When she took back the destiny weaving, she also felt the curse she left on Lin Yao's chest.

"Who are you?"

As the words fell, the aura of the gods instantly suppressed Lin Yao and made him unable to move.

The fierce murderous intent made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Oops."

Lin Yao was thinking quickly about how to explain to Zhinu, but he felt a tingling sensation in the palm of his hand.

The red embroidery thread emerged from the palm of her hand and flew into the shadow of the Weaver Girl.

The latter's eyes were a little confused, and when he looked at Lin Yao again, his eyes were filled with complicated meanings. "Forget it."

With a light sigh, the breath dissipated and Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

"That embroidery thread was placed into my body by the Weaver Girl when I was facing Lanruo Bodhisattva?"

"Live well."

The phantom of the Weaver Girl looked deeply at Lin Yao, then disappeared into the sky.

Everything around returned to normal, and the people in the mountain village looked at the campfire in confusion.

The woman in gorgeous clothes said, "The sacrifice is over, and the goddess has given her blessing!"

As her voice fell, the villagers began to sing and dance again, creating a lively scene.

Only Lin Yao looked at the place where the shadow disappeared.

"What did she mean by that last sentence?"

The sacrifice ended late at night.

Lin Yao and Nie Xiaoqian were walking home together.

The latter looked at him and felt that he was worried. He wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to say.

When they arrived at the courtyard, Nie Xiaoqian spoke.

"Sir, you can just recuperate in your room. I'll go to the woodshed to sleep."

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Yao to refuse, she walked out of the room carrying the bedding.

Watching the dim light in the woodshed come on.

Lin Yao also knew that given Nie Xiaoqian's personality, it would probably be impossible to persuade her to come back.

He sat by the oil lamp, staring at the light.

According to Ning Caichen, Nie Xiaoqian's accident should have happened in the past few days.

As I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of footsteps in the courtyard.

Lin Yao exhaled and extinguished the oil lamp.

The room fell into darkness. He drew the sword from his waist and walked to the door.

The lights in the woodshed had gone out, and Nie Xiaoqian had obviously gone to rest.

He didn't know who the footsteps were directed at.

As the footsteps gradually approached, the door was gently pushed open, and Lin Yao in the dark delivered a silent sword.

The man who came seemed to be caught off guard and was stabbed by Lin Yao's sword in a hurry.

Then, countless flames suddenly lit up outside.

With the help of the light, Lin Yao could clearly see the person lying on the ground.

He was wearing a mask and judging by his figure, he was the vendor who had sold masks to the two of them.

The latter covered his stabbed arm and rolled on the ground in pain.

There was also a wailing sound coming from his mouth.

Lin Yao looked outside the room and saw that the priest and the villagers had surrounded Nie Xiaoqian's yard.

He kicked the peddler unconscious and walked out of the room carrying Qingfeng.

The light in the woodshed came on again and Nie Xiaoqian pushed the door open and walked out.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

"Madam Priest, what's going on?"

She looked at Lin Yao who was holding a sword and asked in confusion.

"The goddess hasn't bestowed blessings upon us. This is the first time in decades. The man you brought back must have angered the goddess. We're going to take him to the temple and bring him to justice."

Before Lin Yao could speak, Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly stood in front of Lin Yao.

"Master Priest, you must have misunderstood. The young master doesn't seem like a bad person."

Lin Yao suddenly felt a shock in his mind and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Without saying anything, he pushed Nie Xiaoqian away.

"You don't need to protect me!"

A cold look flashed in the priest's eyes, and he waved his hand. The villagers behind him, who had just been very kind, rushed over instantly.

Lin Yao originally wanted to use Qingfeng to fight against him.

But one reason was that Ning Caichen was too weak.

Secondly, the feeling of confusion in my mind became stronger and stronger.

He just took a step forward and fell to the ground.

The last glance before consciousness fades.

He saw the masked villagers approaching him.

Not only him, but also Nie Xiaoqian beside him.

flame.

It burned in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)