But three minutes later, danger arose. Dong Jiao, though no martial artist, could only help Gao Liang relax his body and ease his pain—she could not restore his energy. In fact, doing this for an extended period was harmful to Dong Jiao herself, draining her own vital energy. It was a case of killing the chicken to get the egg, something Gao Liang did not particularly appreciate. So, after feeling refreshed, Gao Liang pushed Dong Jiao aside and said, "I'm fine! You don't need to worry about me! I really am fine!" Then, turning to his three close friends by the side, he said, "Come on, take over! Let the lady rest a while! She's been tired too!" Dong Jiao felt deeply touched by Gao Liang's thoughtfulness. Indeed, this man truly cared for her and was so attentive. Next, the three friends, having practiced the "One Hundred and Eight Postures of the Dharma Easy Strength Classic" as instructed, smoothly executed the movements—though they were originally ordinary martial artists, their skills had greatly enhanced under High Bright's refined training. Following High Bright's guidance, they now performed the sequence with ease and grace, taking turns circulating energy to support the leader, though they could not restore his original martial prowess, they ensured that High Bright felt refreshed and mentally clear. Yang, who was once clumsy, and Wu, who was always timid, also tried, but both shook their heads. Gao Liang stepped forward, intending to use his Spirit-Eye to examine the contents inside, but suddenly his eyes grew painfully sore. It turned out that the translucent, ghostly water sphere within his eyes had once again become restless. Before Gao Liang, everything went black. Fortunately, Dong Jiao steadied him from behind. "Husband! Let me have a look!" Dong Jiao gently massaged Gao Liang's eyes with her jade hands, and he immediately felt much more comfortable. At that moment, a voice from outside burst into loud, wild laughter, as if coming from the adjacent cave. "Who am I? Who exactly am I?" a deep voice cried out wildly. Gao Liang, with his keen hearing, sensed that this voice was somewhat familiar—he wondered if it might be his own. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Then came a loud "thud," and the stone wall around Gao Liang, Dong Jiao, and the three friends trembled slightly, but after the sound passed, everything remained calm. What a terrifying blow! If I'm not mistaken, it was the person who didn't even know who he was himself who struck with both palms. The sheer solidity of the thick stone wall having been vibrated speaks volumes about his martial prowess. "You three—listen up! Rally your strength and together, break through this thick stone wall!" As soon as Gao Liang spoke, his three close friends immediately joined forces. Yet, when six palms struck the thick stone wall, aside from dislodging a thin layer of dust, the wall remained utterly still. Dong Jiao, who had just been trying to turn the stubborn stone button, now rested her chin on it, blinking thoughtfully. The celebrity beauty still seemed fascinated by that stone button. "Husband! I've tried turning it! But when I turn it to the right, it won't budge!" "Wife! This is a special mechanism from the Shaolin Temple! Look at this book—here!" "Highlight pointed at the 'Damo Jingjin Jing' and said, 'Gong Jiao, this intelligent woman, followed Highlight's page turn and read it, then smiled gently and said, 'Impossible! Impossible! This is just a set of exercise techniques!' 'Just do exactly as I say!' Highlight said with great confidence. 'Hmph! I don't believe it! How can this book even unlock its mechanisms!' Gong Jiao looked at some of the exercise techniques she found hard to understand and expressed her doubt. 'You're turning it to the right—don't think you're struggling, but rather you're too eager to achieve results all at once. This stone button switch has been specially designed by predecessors and requires someone with a certain level of cultivation to operate it!' Highlight explained. 'Here's what to do: apply slight pressure, turn counterclockwise three times, then clockwise five times, then lift it upward, and finally push it downward. Remember, pause for three seconds between each movement!' Gong Jiao followed his instructions perfectly—like a well-coordinated couple, perfectly synchronized. Then, a crack appeared in the stone wall, splitting it open from the center and gently widening it to both sides. Wow! It's open now! Dong Jiao was overjoyed, cheering and fluttering like a peacock. Gao Liang and his three close friends exchanged smiles, and the five of them entered the stone cave, surveying the surroundings only to find no exit. Just as they sighed, Dong Jiao suddenly cried out, "Ah! What a terror! What a terror! That man is blind! He's blind! Don't come near! My husband is right here!" Gao Liang and his friends stared, stunned. They saw an old monk whose face was severely disfigured, with black cloth tightly wrapped around both eyes—his ears remarkably sensitive. His feet were chained with heavy iron shackles. The monk roared, "Hah! Hah! Hah! You won't be leaving! Tell me! Who am I? Who am I?" Then, turning to the closest, Dong Jiao, he said, "Young lady, speak quickly! Who am I? If you can't tell me, I shall take your life!" With that, he raised his palm, ready to press upon her. Dong Jiao replied, "Old monk! I don't know you at all! How am I supposed to know who you are?" "Three ungrateful friends were furious—how dare they even treat the second lady of the household with disrespect! They immediately exclaimed, 'Old monk, you're locked up alone and going berserk—deserve it! Even if I knew who you were, I'd never tell you!' This statement enraged the awkward monk, who replied, 'I'll make you die! For what good is life to someone who doesn't even know who they are?' With that, he raised his palm and advanced toward the three ungrateful friends. Yet at this moment, Venerable Hong Da had become wildly passionate, utterly unlike the wise, composed, and serene abbot he once was—how could such a dramatic transformation have occurred? It was as if he had been completely replaced. "Young man, you're deceiving me! I have no disciple! You're deceiving me! Who am I?" Venerable Hong Da erupted, immediately launching a palm strike.