Aozheng felt that his body was trembling. He only felt that his heart was being oppressed by a heavy object, and his whole body was being pressed by boulders. He was so pressed that he couldn't breathe, and his whole body was pressed to the ground.
Ao Zheng struggled to twist his neck and looked at the surrounding environment, broken rock walls, blood-stained walls, four or five corpses lying in a mess, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.
"Corpse? Blood?"
"Sword Worship Villa?"
Aozheng struggled all of a sudden. He remembered that he was going to move reinforcements and find out the truth. Is his father still waiting for him?
With this thought, Aozheng forced his energy, leaned on the wall, and stood up strongly.
However, the next moment...
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood blurted out, and Aozheng blushed. He felt it was difficult to breathe. There seemed to be a different smell in the air, which made his chest hurt, as if he was about to die.
"What on earth is going on?"
Aozheng twisted his body like a worm, his whole body looked extremely painful, and even breathing became difficult.
Aozheng doesn't even know what happened?
After the ring stone was placed in the hidden grid, he inexplicably became like this?
What on earth is going on?
"Hello? Boy, aren't you afraid of death? Breathe like this?"
Suddenly, a frivolous and hoarse voice came from not far away.
Hearing the voice, Aozheng suddenly raised his head and looked towards the source of the sound, and unexpectedly found a slightly wretched-looking guy squatting on a branch, looking at him with a mean smile on his face.
"Help...help me..." Aozheng hurriedly begged for help.
"Save you? Why should I save you?"
"Boy, what's your name? Do you know who I am?"
This man had a long beard on his face. He was stroking the left half of his beard, grabbing his sword, and asked.
"I...I am Aozheng, the young owner of Sword Worship Villa. I...I don't know who you are?"
"Save me, as long as you can save me, I will definitely repay you..." Aozheng said with difficulty.
Hearing this, the man became angry and immediately stopped him: "Stop, stop, stop, you are farting without even starting a draft, are you trying to fool your greedy uncle?"
"The Sword Worship Villa was wiped out a few days ago. Are you still pretending to be the young owner?"
"The young master of the village is called Aoyue. If you don't call him Aozheng, you are an idiot!"
As soon as these words came out, Aozheng was stunned and quickly retorted loudly: "No, it's impossible, it's impossible! It perished a few days ago? You're talking nonsense! This is impossible!!"
Seeing Aozheng's appearance, Jian Tan shook his head, jumped up, jumped into the stone steps in front of him, and walked towards the top of the mountain.
"Tch! Meeting a madman? What bad luck!"
"Forget it, let's go look for something good, Master Jiantan, right?"
"Let you, this lunatic, fend for yourself!"
As he walked, Jian Tan was still muttering.
"It's impossible. Sword Worship Villa...is destroyed...Father, could it be that you also..."
Aozheng kept mumbling to himself, his eyes were blank, his orifices were bleeding, everything in front of him gradually became blurred, his whole body became weaker and weaker, and the pain in his chest was no longer conscious at this moment.
Just when Aozheng was about to faint, a peaceful voice suddenly came from his ear.
"Amitabha, good, good, good!"
Then, Aozheng felt a gentle big hand touch his forehead.
A calm and peaceful breath flowed down his brain and circulated throughout his body. The discomfort in his body gradually subsided, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw standing in front of him a bald monk wearing white clothes and a diamond-shaped scar between his eyebrows.
"This benefactor, you just said that you are Aozheng, the young owner of Sword Worship Villa? Can you explain it to the poor monk?"
Aozheng stared at the monk blankly. Just as he was about to speak, he found blood flowing out of his nose and mouth again.
"Um?"
Seeing this, the monk in white frowned, reached out and grabbed Aozheng's wrist, and began to feel his pulse.
"You don't know how to breathe? How on earth did you survive?"
"Weird! Weird!"
"Interesting, really interesting!"
There was a strange light in the white-robed monk's eyes, like an evil light flowing around him, giving him a strange and evil feeling.
"Donor, do you want to live?"
The monk in white asked a strange question again.
Hearing this question, Aozheng was slightly startled. The faces of the Songshan Sect and Dugu Wudao appeared in his eyes, the nameless unwillingness to save him, and the appearance of his father letting him go. He had mixed feelings for a while, and a strong unwillingness to reconcile.
Anger welled up in my heart.
"Of course...of course, I want to live!"
"I want revenge! I want revenge!"
"Wu Ming! Lu Bai! Dugu Wudao! You will all die!!"
Aozheng's eyes were red, he was vomiting blood and roared loudly.
The monk in white didn't know any of these names, but he got his permission.
"Okay, since you want to live, then you will be my apprentice."
"Listen up, I'm only going to say this once. I'll teach you [Demon Buddha's Hand] and [Buddhist Breathing Technique]. If you can understand it, I will accept you. If you can't understand it, then you will die!"
A hint of indifference flashed through the eyes of the monk in white, and his peaceful and peaceful aura disappeared. He became evil and sneaky, haunted by evil thoughts and murderous thoughts.
The so-called Buddhahood with one thought, Buddhahood with one thought, is exactly what it is!
Aozheng stared at the monk in white with his eyes widened, his eyes full of persistence and perseverance.
The next moment, the monk in white pointed his finger at Aozheng's eyebrows.
A large stream of memory, in an extremely arrogant state, violently impacted the proud soul.
"Ahhhh..."
Aozheng screamed in pain, sweating profusely, and his face was red. He felt that his whole brain was about to burst, and he felt that he was about to die.
After a while, the pain relieved a little, but what followed was tinnitus and a sense of suffocation. He seemed to be unable to breathe, and he struggled.
"If you don't want to die, just start breathing according to the breathing method!"
The voice of the monk in white came into Aozheng's mind.
Aozheng heard this voice and tried hard to recall the knowledge in his mind. He adjusted his breathing rhythm bit by bit according to the steps in the knowledge, making full use of his lungs. He began to adjust the rhythm in combination with various parts, slowly exerted force, and moved the body
The Qi in the muscles on his body was gradually mobilized.
As his breathing adjusted, his heart beat faster and faster...
The original feeling of suffocation gradually disappeared and was replaced by a brand new perception!
It’s as if everything around you becomes clear!
Aozheng only felt that the fresh air was pouring into his body, and the dormant energy and muscles were fully revived. There was an unprecedented power, starting from the lungs, quietly transforming the body, making his body continue to become stronger.
!
The weight on the body is gradually getting used to...
Aozheng stopped bleeding, looked at the white-robed monk in front of him, and asked, "Who are you?"
Seeing that he had succeeded, the monk in white clothes kept his expression unchanged, clasped his hands together, and said softly: "Poor monk, my name is Wubei! People in the world also call me the Demon Monk!"