I Have Never Seen Zhenwu

Chu Tianshu's delay was not without reason.

However, the nature of the Great Void Internal Art he cultivates is quite different from that of ordinary internal energy cultivation.

For an ordinary martial artist, he could control his internal energy with ease and anticipate the effects it would produce.

However, Zhang Yining's current state is also quite peculiar.

This was the first time Chu Tianshu had seen such a situation, and he needed to carefully sense it before he could make a move.

His palm rested on the silkworm cocoon, using extremely subtle force to sense Zhang Yining's physical condition.

The person had a ruptured heart, a perforated lung, and a spinal injury, to the point where they could no longer breathe, but the rest of their body still exhibited the normal breathing response.

The blood circulates and is replaced smoothly, and when nerve signals pass through the damaged spine, it's as if they are still on a smooth road, completing communication between the central nervous system and other parts of the body.

"Wonderful!"

Chu Tianshu thought to himself that this "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art" should be a skill that can cultivate both profound skills and self-nature Double Leakless.

Although Chu Tianshu still couldn't figure out exactly how he achieved such powerful healing and life-sustaining abilities.

However, he already had ideas for adjunctive treatment.

Chu Tianshu took out a silver needle about seven inches long and stuck it directly above the silkworm cocoon.

The tip of the silver needle slowly probed downwards, vaguely touching Zhang Yining's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

"Brother, your silkworm cocoon is very adaptable. It can probably receive the power of others' assistance without any problems, and you can simply circulate your power outside the cocoon."

"But my internal energy is extraordinary; it must precisely reach your brain, and once you can withstand it, it will then be directed throughout your body."

Chu Tianshu's expression turned serious.

"Watch out, I'm coming!"

He released the silver needle, spread his five fingers, and covered the tip of the needle.

Emerald-colored ripples emanated from the joints and acupoints of his palms, interfering with each other before converging inwards and focusing on the silver needles.

The silver needle turned a vibrant green, strikingly bright.

Yes, it's not bright, but an extreme vividness.

Several nuns who witnessed this scene felt a little uncomfortable in their eyes, as if they were itchy.

It's like being nearsighted your whole life and suddenly being able to see the color and outline of something clearly.

The ultra-high definition and brightness, revealing every detail, actually take some getting used to.

Han Baiyu, however, managed to maintain his composure.

Chu Tianshu cautioned, "These needles of mine emit radiation, so don't stare at them for too long."

"Radiation?!"

Upon hearing this, Han Baiyu was greatly surprised and quickly directed the nuns, who were still unaware of what was happening, to go outside.

Once outside, she couldn't help but keep turning back.

Why is there radiation? Is this fellow villager practicing legitimate martial arts?

Inside the silkworm cocoon, Zhang Yining's complexion gradually became rosy.

Suddenly, he groaned, and seven tiny, bluish-white stars, the size of bird's eyes, appeared on his face, running from his forehead down his nose to his chin.

"The Seven Stars?"

Chu Tianshu frowned. "You've been poisoned?!"

Veins bulged all over Zhang Yining's forehead, his face contorted with barely suppressed emotion, and he spoke haltingly.

"It's— the Shaolin's Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, and the Beggars' Sect ' Sect's signature martial art, the Six Harmonies Heart Method, and the Seven Stars Soul-Chasing Palm— "

Chu Tianshu opened his Heavenly Eye his eyebrows and carefully discerned that beneath the starlight were small clusters of black and red power, with faint traces of Sanskrit.

These dark red and black-and-red skills, brimming with murderous intent, are definitely not the kind of divine skills that Buddhism would openly promote.

Even if the original text truly is the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, it has likely been modified.

However, these skills are so powerful and domineering that they should have directly occupied vital points, making them immediately noticeable.

It shouldn't be like this now, lurking in the shadows, only to suddenly launch an attack at a crucial moment in the treatment.

It seems that the so-called "Seven Stars Soul-Chasing Palm" helped conceal the power of the "Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic," which then transformed into a deadly poison and erupted at this crucial moment.

"What a treacherous palm strike!"

The face of the old beggar who had once spied on him flashed through Chu Tianshu's mind.

The current leader of the Beggars' Sect' Sect, Yang Muren.

Chu Tianshu originally felt that the old beggar's Six Harmonies Heart Method and insidious palm technique had some contradictions and flaws in their artistic conception.

Now it seems he was faking it.

That old beggar was actually able to freely blend the righteous Six Harmonies Heart Method into the insidious and vicious Seven Stars Palm Technique.

The Six Harmonies Seven Stars have become one within him.

It must have taken some sanctimonious and hypocritical theory to convince oneself in order to blend the two different moods.

If someone fights him and actually thinks they can exploit this weakness, they're bound to suffer a loss.

"Brother Yining, you are preserving your life force with your willpower; internal energy is merely a consumable resource used to operate your willpower."

Chu Tianshu took a deep breath, his expression hardening.

"Therefore, as long as your mind is stable enough, you can actually withstand the impact of my massive internal energy and forcefully dissipate these deadly poisons!"

"This is the only way. You must find the one thought you are most persistent about in your life, the one you are most willing to stick to."

As Chu Tianshu spoke, his gaze was already fixed on Han Baiyu.

When he arrived, he could already tell that Han Baiyu had special feelings for this protector.

After arriving, I could see even more clearly that even in his half-dead state, Zhang Yining still devoted a lot of attention to Han Baiyu.

Chu Tianshu was certain that if Han Baiyu were in danger, even in his current state, Zhang Yining would still be able to unleash a move to try and help him escape.

The two were clearly in love and could entrust their lives to each other.

At times like these, we should use emotional appeals to showcase the beautiful past between the young man and woman, their steadfast love, and how they overcame this difficult time!

Encouraged by Chu Tianshu's gaze, Han Baiyu slipped into the house, her expression anxious, but then she suddenly hesitated.

Seeing her hesitation, Chu Tianshu's eyebrows shot up.

What time is it? Stop being so hesitant! Don't delay Laozi medical practice and saving lives!

"Don't you even know how to confess your feelings?"

Chu Tianshu transmitted his voice, "If you can't confess, start with some beautiful memories of the past."

Han Baiyu lowered her eyes and transmitted her voice, "I can say I love him ten thousand times."

"But you just said that only the most important person in his heart can get him through this ordeal. What if he chooses the wrong person?"

Chu Tianshu asked in surprise, "Ah?"

Han Baiyu said softly, "Perhaps, in his heart, I am not the most important person."

When Chu Tianshu heard this telepathic message, he also heard the voice from inside the silkworm cocoon.

"With sincere devotion, I take refuge in the Primordial Lord of the Six Heavens, the Master who transmits the Dharma. He cultivates truth and attains enlightenment, saving all beings from delusion. He universally eliminates calamities and obstacles for all sentient beings."

With his eyes closed and lips moving, Zhang Yining, with his broken body, began to recite the "True Martial Precious Proclamation".

"May Heaven grant you peace and prosperity, may True Martial Spirit respond to your call. May blessings and virtues abound, may your benevolence and righteousness prevail. May the True Lord of Harmony and Fortune guide you, may the God of Blessing govern the world—"

"Master Jade Void, Supreme Emperor of the Mysterious Heaven, Patriarch with Disheveled Hair, Heavenly Venerable Who Subdues Demons!"

Chu Tianshu, controlling the silver needles, frowned and said, "The faith of the Great Emperor Zhenwu? But that's not your strongest obsession."

He could sense that the other party's intentions had not yet risen to a level sufficient to withstand the massive onslaught of his Grand Void Inner Force.

In fact, it seemed that the other person had recalled something painful, and their resolve weakened somewhat.

Zhang Yining's face was twitching with pain from the Seven Stars Soul-Chasing Poison, but she managed to open her eyes with a surprisingly calm expression.

It even has a sense of "Sikong".

"These are scriptures I learned when I was a novice monk."

"Reciting the ' True Martial Precious Proclamation ' is said to bring blessings, dispel disasters, and relieve suffering—"

His gaze was fixed straight out, as if trying to see the sun through a silkworm cocoon.

It hurts so much! It's so dark! I want to die, please let me die!

The screams and cries seemed to echo in his ears again.

He was the oldest of the people who were captured and taken to that cave back then.

Therefore, he suffered the most torture: ingesting Gu worms, mixing poisonous herbs, being whipped for the slightest carelessness in practicing his skills, and having his fingernails and toenails pulled out.

There was also the terrifying pain of being thrown into a pool of poison, as if the skin on one's entire body was being peeled off.

In that instant, the pain could be so intense that one would die, but because of the existence of the demonic power, one could not die until the pain jolted one back to consciousness.

Everyone who contemplates suicide will be tormented twice as much by that freak.

Before that, Zhang Yining couldn't have come up with a solution even if he racked his brains.

It's unbelievable that a living person could be tortured to that extent.

Zhang Yining dared not die, so he took the younger children to recite the True Martial Precious Proclamation, praying for someone to save them.

Those companions couldn't pronounce it completely, accurately, or even finish it.

But he recited it even more devoutly, wanting to include his companions' portions as well.

During his days and nights in the cave, excluding those interruptions, he recited the mantra a total of 190,000 times in his mind.

Recite the "True Martial Precious Proclamation" 190,000 times.

But there was no God, no one, no one came to save them.

Have I not recited them enough? Have I not recited them sincerely enough?

Or is this True Martial Precious Proclamation itself flawed?!

Does God not exist? Is there no response to good deeds?

Can someone who is kind and honest also go to hell?

"So----"

Zhang Yining's eyes widened, his eyeballs becoming bloodshot, the pain of the deadly poison evident in those bloodshot veins.

I hope—

"Salvation can be attained even without reciting the sacred proclamation."

It was a vague thought that had been in his mind for a long time, but it took him a long time in Central Shu to figure it out.

He had never told anyone in detail before, not even Han Baiyu.

But Han Baiyu must understand him.

I hope that those who are suffering like us, even without reciting the sacred proclamation, can be saved as soon as possible!

I haven't done enough of those things yet; I don't want to die here!

For a fleeting moment, the snow-white silkworm cocoon almost turned golden.

That's not the color of gold; it's the radiant brilliance of a heart as precious as gold.

Chu Tianshu's brows relaxed completely, his expression became solemn, his sword-like eyebrows almost reached his temples, and in his eyes, with his pupils as the center, emerald flames ignited.

Brother Zhang, you won't die!

He pressed his palm down, slamming the silver needles down completely.

The sound of his Grand Void Inner Force surging erupted from his body, his robes fluttering and billowing in the wind.

That sharp, piercing cry was like iron and lightning.

Accompanied by invisible radiating ripples, it echoed among the mountains like a sharp Heavenly Sound.