Quickly wear from Naruto Yakushi Kabuto

Ever since Cao Ye accidentally obtained the mysterious Yi Jin Jing, his heart seemed to be instantly ignited by a ball of blazing, burning flames, surging and unstoppable. He knew very well in his heart that this mysterious book would become the key to changing his fate.

Whenever night falls, it is as quiet as water, and the bright and soft moonlight is like a light veil, pouring through the window lattice into his simple and rustic room. At this time, Cao Ye always has a complex feeling of awe and eagerness, and can't wait to take out the yellowed parchment carefully, his eyes full of desire, trying to uncover the amazing martial arts secrets contained in it.

However, when he finally mustered up all his courage and slowly unfolded the parchment that carried so many earnest expectations with his trembling hands, it was as if a basin of icy cold water was poured over his head. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. The biting cold and deep despair wrapped him tightly. The dense, winding Sanskrit symbols on the parchment were like towering, difficult-to-cross, steep chasms that stood between him and the highest realm of martial arts he had always dreamed of, forming a seemingly insurmountable huge obstacle.

Cao Ye frowned, pacing back and forth anxiously in this small and cramped room. The frequent friction between his heels and the ground was particularly harsh and clear in this silent atmosphere. He racked his brains to think of a feasible solution. It seemed that there were countless manic and restless insects madly flying around in his mind, and his thoughts suddenly fell into chaos. He thought hard for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out who to find to translate this mysterious Sanskrit for him. Although there are indeed many masters with profound attainments in Sanskrit in this large-scale Shaolin Temple, they have a high level of understanding and mastery of Sanskrit through years of studying scriptures. But Cao Ye's mind is like a mirror. He knows very well that he must not let anyone know that he has privately hidden the Yijin Jing, a unique skill that is expressly prohibited by Shaolin, otherwise a catastrophe will surely await him.

Anxiety and uneasiness were like two vicious and ferocious pythons, tightly entwining Cao Ye, making him run around in the room like an ant on a hot pot, anxious and at a loss. His eyes sometimes fixed on the obscure Sanskrit that was like a mystery, and sometimes looked out the window at the dark night sky that was as deep as a black hole with confusion and helplessness. The hope in his heart was like a weak candlelight that was gradually swallowed by the darkness, and was eroded and drowned by helplessness and despair bit by bit. The whole person seemed to be firmly imprisoned and shrouded by a thick and almost suffocating haze.

Just when he was about to fall into the endless abyss of despair and was about to be doomed, Cao Ye's mind suddenly flashed with the mysterious existence that had been silently accompanying him - the World Tree. He seemed to have grabbed the last straw of life in the pitch-black darkness. With an uneasy but expectant heart, he called out in a trembling and anxious voice: "Little Tree, I can't understand this Sanskrit, do you have any solution?"

The ethereal and distant voice of the World Tree, as if coming from the distant sky, slowly sounded in his mind: "Alas, I can't understand it either. The languages ​​and characters in the universe are as numerous as the bright and dazzling stars, countless. All I can do is to let you obtain all the languages ​​and characters that the person you resurrected knows. But this Sanskrit is really beyond my ability."

Cao was also extremely worried and said anxiously: "Xiao Shu, please think of a solution. This Yi Jin Jing is too important to me. If I can't understand the secrets, then I will never be able to embark on the glorious journey of becoming a top master in this life."

The World Tree was silent for a long time, as if time had frozen at this moment. It seemed that in that endless silence, it was racking its brains to think of a strategy to deal with this difficult problem. Finally, as if a century had passed, the World Tree slowly said: "I have recently absorbed some extremely precious luck power in this Shaolin Temple. Perhaps I can take a risk and try to help you restore some of the functions of the Eye of God to see if I can allow you to use the most basic power of returning to the origin. However, you must understand that this process is full of unknown risks and extreme dangers. If you are not careful, you may suffer unbearable damage. Are you really willing to take this risk?"

Cao did not hesitate at all. His eyes were as firm as steel. He answered without hesitation: "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I am willing to try bravely. Xiaoshu, please! Even if what awaits me ahead is a sea of ​​fire and abyss of no return, I will never retreat even a little bit."

The World Tree responded solemnly: "Okay then, close your eyes and relax your mind completely. No matter what happens during this process, you must not resist that mysterious and powerful force."

Cao Ye followed his instructions and closed his eyes tightly. He was so nervous that his whole body trembled slightly, like a fragile and helpless leaf in the wind. Then, the World Tree began to mobilize the precious energy it absorbed. A powerful and mysterious energy instantly surged into Cao Ye's brow.

Cao Ye only felt a sharp pain in his head as if he was stabbed by countless extremely sharp steel needles. He couldn't help but groan in pain: "Xiao Shu, it hurts!"

World Tree said in a firm and encouraging tone: "Hold on, Cao Ye, this is a painful process you must go through. As long as you can stand strong and get through it, there will be a vast blue sky waiting for you."

Cao Ye gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, his nails almost deeply embedded in his palms, and endured the severe pain that almost tore him apart completely. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead like raindrops.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after a long time, the severe pain that seemed to crush his soul finally began to gradually ease. Cao Ye slowly opened his eyes, with an uncontrollable tremor and full of expectation in his eyes, and once again cast his gaze on the Yi Jin Jing written in Sanskrit.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that those originally obscure and confusing Sanskrit symbols, like the Book of Heaven, gradually became clear in his eyes, as if each symbol had its own life and was telling him the secrets hidden within.

Cao Ye was so excited that his voice was shaking, and he shouted loudly: "Xiao Shu, I can understand it, I can understand it!"

The World Tree said with relief: "That's great. You must cherish this hard-won opportunity. You must not let this hard work go to waste."

From then on, Cao also began to study Yi Jin Jing without sleep and food, and practiced hard day and night, integrating the essence of it into his martial arts practice bit by bit. Every time he moved his energy and made a move, he could truly feel the internal force in his body growing continuously, and the power contained in his body was gradually increasing step by step.

As his practice progressed, Cao gradually discovered some key points of Yi Jin Jing. He found that to practice this magical skill, he first needed to make his mind reach a state of emptiness and clarity, and completely abandon all distracting thoughts. Therefore, before starting to practice, he would always sit and meditate for a while, trying to make his heart as calm as a lake, without any waves.