After You Tanzhi was sucked by the blood of the centipede, his body was itchy, and the itch made his tears, snot, and saliva flow uncontrollably, flowing to the "Yi Jian Jing", which actually made the scripture show the luck of the world's divine skills. You Tanzhi practiced involuntarily, and the itch immediately disappeared, and his skills improved by leaps and bounds.
It is said that You Tanzhi is a masochist, and the more he is tortured to death by Ah Zi, the more he loves Ah Zi and loves him. Ah Zi wanted him to be born and he would be born, Ah Zi wanted him to die and he would die, Ah Zi wanted to practice poison exercises, and he was willing to feed centipedes. He plucked up enough courage to stick his middle finger into the urn, and the tip of his finger immediately hurt like a pinprick, and he knew that the centipede was beginning to suck his blood.
I saw that the centipede gradually swelled up, and his middle finger slowly turned black, and the black spread continuously, and soon the entire palm of his hand was blackened, and he crawled towards the arm. You Tanzhi put life and death aside early, he looked at Ah Zi affectionately, the corners of his mouth showed a smile, but unfortunately this smile was hidden under the iron helmet, Ah Zi could not see, Ah Zi did not want to see, she was now fully focused on the centipede, she opened her eyes, and stared without blinking.
After drinking enough blood, the centipede finally let go of its fingers and lay motionless at the bottom of the urn. Ah Zi said excitedly, "Quickly put the centipede into the small wooden ding, be careful, don't hurt it." You Tanzhi picked up the centipede and put it into the ding, Ah Zi covered the wooden lid, and after 5 minutes, there was a drop of black blood dripping from the small hole at the bottom of the wooden ding, and Ah Zi immediately extended his palm to catch it, and then crossed his knees to suck all the black blood into the palm.
You Tanzhi was fascinated by this and thought, "This is all my blood, and now it has all entered her body." That's nice! After a while, seeing that Mu Ding no longer had black blood dripping, Ah Zi opened the lid and looked at it, and the centipede was dry and shriveled, and it had already frozen.
Ah Zi threw the centipede to the ground, picked up the wooden ding, and walked straight out of the temple, not looking at You Tanzhi lying on the ground again, as if he was like the dead centipede, no longer of any use. You Tanzhi looked at Ah Zi's back and felt lost. Suddenly a strange itch came from his chest, and he quickly undressed, only to see that the black qi had spread to his left chest, and the whole left arm was numb and itchy, like thousands of ants eating and biting in the body. It's a feeling that is worse than death.
You Tanzhi scratched his heart and lungs and shouted, he took off his shirt, rubbed naked on the ground, and when he rubbed it, the itch became even worse, as if there were worms crawling around in the bone marrow, blood, and flesh. The pain can be endured, but the itch can't stand it, You Tanzhi scratched himself to the point of blurring flesh and blood, and only wanted to die, so he hit his head against the wall, hoping to faint immediately and avoid this inhuman suffering.
Just listening to the sound of "bang bang bang" resounding throughout the hall, suddenly "popping", a yellow book fell out of You Tanzhi's arms, which was the Sanskrit "Yi Jian Jing" that he had touched from Xiao Feng not long ago. At this time, he itched into the bone marrow, and he couldn't pick it up, only to see the book open from it. You Tan rolled around and inadvertently rolled onto the scriptures, and he lay on the books and gasped for breath, tears, snot, and saliva flowing continuously, all flowing on the scriptures.
It didn't take long for the entire book to be soaked with snot, tears and saliva, and it was extremely disgusting. You Tanzhi was already in pain to the point of rolling his eyes and twitching constantly, the whole person was groggy, his vision gradually blurred, and when he glanced at it by chance, he suddenly saw that between the twisted words on the page, there was a monk's pattern. The monk's posture was extremely strange, a round head passing through his crotch, stretching out, and grasping both feet with both hands.
You Tanzhi was already itching to the point of collapse, and at the moment he didn't think about it, so he learned the posture in the book and did it. As soon as I did it, it had a miraculous effect, only to feel that the numbness suddenly dissolved a lot, and the breathing was much smoother. You Tanzhi seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, even if he dared to let go, he maintained the posture in the book and did not move.
After a while, he gradually felt that the itching sensation had left his body, and You Tanzhi had the courage to stand up and walk toward the scriptures, only to take two steps, and the itching sensation struck instantly, and the itch made him breathless. He quickly passed his head between his legs and reached out and grabbed his ankle, which made him feel better. Because he was close to the scriptures, he saw that the monks in the books had thin lines on them, like his meridians, and the thin lines were marked with red arrows, like the route of luck.
You Tanzhi did not dare to move again at this time, for a long time, it was very boring, he stared at those arrows, imagining the breath in his body flowing in the direction indicated by the arrows, and suddenly felt that the tingling sensation on his right leg turned into a wisp of heat, along the meridians, flowing throughout the body, and finally flowing into the brain, disappearing, and feeling refreshed.
You Tanzhi was overjoyed, and there was no time to think about the reason, so he did so, and after more than fifty times, there was no longer the slightest tingling sensation in his body. He stood up cautiously, spread his palms and looked at it, and the black qi had all receded. He shouted "Yay! Looking at the palm of his hand, he wondered, "This sutra originally had no pictures, so why is it that now a strange monk full of paths of practice has suddenly appeared?" Yes, this monk must have been incarnated as a bodhisattva, and he could not bear to see me tortured to the end, and he came specifically to save my life. Immediately knelt down, respectfully prostrated to the monk in the book, and the iron helmet hit the ground, when the sound was straight.
You Tanzhi naturally did not know that the figures in the scriptures were drawn with an invisible potion, which was only revealed after immersion in water, and when the water dried up, it disappeared. Therefore, although Xiao Feng and Arjun had held this sutra for a long time, they had never discovered the mystery of it. In fact, the posture and the route of practice in the picture have been explained in Sanskrit in the book, and several generations of monks in Shaolin know Sanskrit, so even if they do not see the figure, they can practice divine skills according to the text.
You Tanzhi was a lucky man, and when he was better off alive than dead, his tears and snot flowed and flowed right to the scriptures, making the scriptures show graphics. It was a wonderful way to dissolve foreign demons during practice, and it was a yoga secret art created by the ancient masters of the Tianzhu Kingdom. You Tanzhi looked at the figures in the "Yi Jian Jing" for a while, and his sleepiness surged upwards, so he lay on the ground and fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as he woke up, he saw Ah Zifeng entering the temple in a furious manner. When Ah Zi saw You Tanzhi's naked appearance, he was shocked: "You are not dead?" You Tanzhi was even more shocked, and stuttered: "The little man... The villain is not dead yet! Secretly hurt: "Turns out she thought I was dead." Ah Zi said, "It's best not to die!" Get dressed and go out with me to catch poisonous insects. You Tanzhi said excitedly, "Yes! "Every time the poisonous insect finished sucking You Tanzhi's blood, he would dissolve the insect poison according to the pattern in the book.
