C73

Shizhengyi of Tibetan Scriptures to the 37th

Jing Mo stood there and listened attentively. After a long time, he finally realised that the sound did not come from the empty coffin. It came from the ground beneath the coffin.

Only then did Jing Mo heave a sigh of relief in his heart. He just felt that it was strange that the sound transmitted underground was actually the same as the strange knocking sound he and Luo Shu heard that night outside the abandoned house in the middle of the night. It was still intermittent, yet it was still regular.

What was going on?

How would he know? Under the Jing Family's Mansion, in the underground stone room, the one who kept hitting the stone wall was the Old Lady Jing who had been missing for a long time.

Old Lady Jing was trapped in the underground cave, she had built her own cage and all the food was gone. She could only try her best to hit the walls of the cave, hoping to open it and escape.

Knocking on the stone wall day and night like this had caused this old lady of the dragon race to go crazy.

Not far away, Jing Soong and his mother, who had been turned into mother and son by the Old Lady Jing, were staring at the Old Lady Jing coldly and viciously.

There seemed to be traces of ridicule in those two pairs of eyes …

Jing Mo saw that the knocking sounds continued unabated, it was dull, and he gradually lost his fear, walking up to the empty coffin, and saw that the coffin was already tightly sealed by Jing Yuanyang. He was curious about this coffin and wanted to open it to take a look.

It was just that he knew that the coffin lid was poisonous and that the coffin lid was thick, so he was afraid that his strength was insufficient.

Suddenly, he remembered that a few days ago, he had seen a piece of text in the Jing Family's Mansion's library. That piece of text seemed to be a record of a martial arts cultivation technique, and the text said: "The path of martial arts, speech, teaching, and cultivation lies with the person." With strength, the path to life lay in the arts and mental cultivation methods. The Dao of Strength is the simplest. " After that, in this page, he introduced in detail a method of power called Armor Break and used it to train in the path of power.

In truth, Jing Mo only followed Jing Yuanyang's instructions and memorized the contents of the book, he did not study it in depth, but suddenly he remembered something, and the Armor Break Technique was clearly reflected in his mind.

Jing Mo's heart moved, following the instructions written in the book, he started to recite the Armor Break Technique from beginning to end, and felt that this Armour Break Technique was not difficult to learn. Following the technique's technique, he started to circulate the technique in his Dantian, and then felt a warm air current slowly rise from his Dantian.

The energy was like a cloud, slowly circulating within Jing Mo's dantian. After a while, the cloud became larger and larger, until it filled half of his dantian, and Jing Mo then followed the Armor Breaking Technique's method and guided the cloud all the way through his meridians until it reached his right palm, then slowly gathered at the palm.

After a few seconds, Jing Mo felt that the palm of his right hand had slowly turned hot. He felt as if his right hand had an inexhaustible strength.

Jing Mo was elated, he looked at the coffin lid again. The coffin lid that was heavy from before, seemed to be able to be opened easily.

Jing Mo took off a cushion from a chair at the side and held it in his hand, then he placed the cushion on top of the coffin, and extended his hand to push on the coffin lid.

With this forceful push, the coffin's lid was immediately pushed to the side by half a foot.

The sunlight shone in from the door and shined into the black coffin. Jing Mo looked out, and immediately froze.

Jing Mo felt that the most unbelievable thing in the world had happened —

It turned out that the coffin wasn't empty, there was actually a corpse inside.

The corpse was around ten years old and looked exactly the same as Jing Mo, except this one looked slightly different from Jing Mo's skin color.

Jing Mo's face turned black, and the boy in the coffin turned white.

Jing Mo felt hot blood gushing up all over his body, his heart was in a mess — — What was going on? How could there be someone who looked exactly like him in this coffin?

"..."

Jing Mo looked at the teenager inside the coffin as he kept thinking about it. Over the past year, some of the strange things that had happened to him started to surface — —

After Jing Mo finished reading every day, during dinner time, Jing Yuanyang would make him drink more milk and tell him that the milk was for nourishing his body, so that he could grow taller and stronger.

It was just that every time he drank the milk, Jing Mo would fall asleep very quickly and this time he would sleep extremely soundly. He would only wake up six or seven in the morning of the next day.

Except for a few rare accidents, the rest of the time, it was always like this.

On the night that Luo Shu came to look for him, Jing Mo realised that Jing Yuanyang had revealed a trace of unhappiness on her face. It was just that at that time, she did not understand why, and thought that Jing Yuanyang did not like him going out with Luo Shu.

Before Jing Mo followed Jing Yuanyang's orders to read, he had noticed many times that Jing Yuanyang was also secretly reading in his own house, and he seemed to be reading the books inside the Jing Family's Mansion.

After looking at them for a few days, he returned the books back to Jing Mo with a disappointed expression.

When Jing Mo asked Jing Yuanyang why he did not read the book by himself, the reason Jing Yuanyang gave him was that he was old, had a bad memory, and when he was young, he had not read many books, so he was most likely not able to recognize the words on the book.

Jing Yuanyang asked Jing Mo to explain everything to him after he finished reading all the books.

After Jing Mo read several tens of books, he explained the contents of the books to Jing Yuanyang. However, Jing Yuanyang was confused, unable to comprehend anything, so he told Jing Mo that he would only tell him the useful things after Jing Mo had finished reading them.

Last month, he had carried a gunny sack with a bulging bag on it. When Jing Mo was curious about it, he found an excuse to keep it, and when he came back, the gunny sack was already gone.

"..."

These strange things were like a mess in Jing Mo's mind, going around and around, he did not know what these things meant …

The contents of the sack, the youth in the coffin, his face that looked exactly the same as his own …

Is there a connection?

Jing Mo shivered, as if he felt that he was slowly falling into an extremely large whirlpool. Moreover, this whirlpool was extremely cold and chilling, and there was even an invisible jet-black hand inside that wanted to pull him in …