Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Quickly.

Abbot Hui Wen and the grandiose heads of the hospital came to the outside of Shaolin Temple, wanting to personally confirm whether the descendant of Demon Buddha is really dead.

It's not that Abbot Hui Wen doesn't believe in dísciple, but that this fact is too incredible.

Demon Buddha has many methods to pass it on, even mastering the legendary'Technique of Death Substituting'. Even if the ancestor of Shaolin Temple who secretly shot the suspected Grade 1 Great Grandmaster just now, he failed to kill the descendant of Demon Buddha in the first time.......

In this case, how could he die? ?

Just as Abbot Hui Wen and the heads of the hospital were surprised, they had come outside Shaolin Temple and saw Zhen Xing kneeling on the ground.

"Really that villain?"

The head of the Arhat courtyard was stunned.

With the eyes of the head of the Arhat Academy, it is natural to see that although Zhen Xing is kneeling there at this moment, he does not seem to have any injuries, but in fact his breath has been completely cut off.

If you die, you can't die again.

"Really dead?"

Abbot Hui Wen finally relaxed, only to feel that a mountain on his shoulders came down.

If the descendant of Demon Buddha does not die, sooner or later there will be a day to return in a swirl of dust.

But now, since the opponent is dead, the crisis of Shaolin Temple is naturally solved.

For at least this century, Shaolin Temple can develop with peace of mind, without worrying about the so-called descendants of Demon Buddha.

"Such a strong sense of fist!"

The pupils of the head of Martial Monk Court suddenly shrank, feeling the aura from the descendant of Demon Buddha, and his expression was shocked.

As a martial artist in the upper three realms, the head of Martial Monk Court certainly saw the cause of the death of the descendant of Demon Buddha.

"One punch is deadly, it's a terrifying punch!"

The head of the precepts took a closer look and couldn't help exclaiming.

The fatal wound of Demon Buddha's heir is the faint fist mark on the chest.

This fist seal, with a very domineering posture, without any suspense, destroyed Essence, Qi, and Spirit and internal organs, the descendants of Demon Buddha.

"This is Arhat boxing?"

The head of the Arhat Academy seems to have discovered something, and the expression is shocked.

He didn't expect in his dreams, and the descendant of Demon Buddha died in one of the most basic boxing techniques of Arhat Academy.

"What?"

"Arhat boxing?"

Other heads of the hospital complexion changed.

"It is indeed Arhat fist..."

Abbot Hui Wen sighed and continued: "It seems that it is indeed the ancestor of the holy monk of Shaolin Temple. Your hand..."

As soon as he heard the news of the death of Demon Buddha, Abbot Hui Wen had this guess.

It's just that it was not certain at the time.

In the eyes of Abbot Hui Wen, even if there are ancestors of the saint monk level living in Shaolin Temple, it must be the life essence is approaching, the blood decays, and it is the limit to defeat the descendants of Demon Buddha.

Otherwise, why didn't the ancestor of the holy monk take the initiative to suppress and kill the descendant of Demon Buddha at the first time, but instead take the shot at the last moment?

But now...

Abbot Hui Wen can't figure it out.

The same generation of dísciple, Abbot Hui Wen knows everyone, and it is impossible for someone to enter Grade 1.

As for the ancestors, the scope is very wide, even if Hui Wen is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he would never think of it.

"The ancestors?"

"Yes, it must be the ancestor of the holy monk. Otherwise, who can kill the descendants of Demon Buddha."

"Buddha Blessing Ah, didn't expect Shaolin Temple and the holy monk to sit down."

The heads of the hospital were excited and talked in a low voice.

At this moment, Shaolin Temple not only emerged from the shadow of the descendants of the Demon Buddha, but also had an ancestor of the holy monk sitting in the town.

How did this make the heads of the hospital unhappy?

If you let these excited heads know, in their eyes, the unfathomable, the descendant of suppress and kill Demon Buddha between the hands, and the ancestor expert who solved the century-old problem of Shaolin Temple, is nothing but a handyman. An unremarkable sweeping monk in the courtyard may have all his shocked eyes falling.

...

Just as the Demon Buddha passed away and the Demonic Will dissipated.

Far away in Shaolin Temple mountainside, an extremely gloomy Mo Ying suddenly opened her eyes.

"Interesting."

"The Demonic Will of this time dissipated so quickly?"

"It shouldn't be? For nine hundred years, Shaolin The temple's heritage is worse than one day, and this generation does not even have Grade 1."

This Mo Ying muttered to herself.

"Or maybe another accident happened?"

Mo Ying got up while talking, trying to leave this place.

However.

next moment.

A golden seal filled with heavy coercion instantly enveloped Mo Ying.

A large amount of black demonic energy evaporates at the place where the golden seal comes into contact with Mo Ying and disappears quickly.

"Damn it."

"It's this seal again!"

"Nine hundred years, how long will you suppress me?!"

Mo Ying burned with anger, but slowly returned to the original place.

"It's coming soon."

"I can feel that the power of the seal is declining."

"When it gets weaker, I can break away Seal, by then, I will let Shaolin Temple blood flow into a river!!!"

Mo Ying's words just fell, her figure melted into the void and disappeared completely.

...

After the succession of the Demon Buddha, the many dísciples in the Shaolin Temple clearly have a sense of urgency in their hearts, and even the heads of the hospitals are beginning to try whether they can go further. Enter Grade 2.

Of course.

This does not include Su Qin.

Su Qin still sweeps the floor slowly every day, as if everything happening outside has nothing to do with him.

On this day, the head of the handyman hospital called Su Qin over.

Ten years have passed, the head of the Handyman Hospital has grown a lot older, with many wrinkles on his face.

Martial Dao Road, even if it is a Grade 1 martial artist, cannot achieve eternal youth, at best it can only slow down the speed of aging.

"Zhen Guan, how long have you been in Shaolin Temple?"

The head of the handyman courtyard put down the things he was busy with, and suddenly asked.

"How long?"

Su Qin paused, and continued: "Ten years."

"Yes, ten years." Handyman Institute The head of the hospital was full of emotion, "Ten years ago, I still shaved for you and brought it into the handyman hospital."

"Ten years have passed in a flash..."

Su Qin listened to the head of the handyman hospital, but did not speak.

"Being a sweeping monk for ten years, is there any grievance in my heart?" the head of the handyman courtyard asked.

"Resentment?"

Su Qin was slightly taken aback.

He is too late to be happy, how could there be resentment?

"Never had it."

Su Qin said truthfully.

"No arrogance, no rashness, no humiliation." The head of the handyman hospital stared at Su Qin for a while, and finally a trace of ridicule appeared on his face, "didn't expect, Shaolin Temple this generation dísciple, the highest mood It turned out to be a sweeping monk?"

In fact, if Su Qin was a fifty-sixty-year-old man, he could do this, the head of the Handyman Institute would not find it strange.

But Su Qin is not.

Ten to twenty years old, the most precious ten years of life, spent on sweeping the floor, attempt nothing and accomplish nothing, for anyone, how could there be no unwillingness in my heart?

even more how in a world like Martial Dao Great Sect like Shaolin Temple, Divine Art Absolute Art is close at hand, but I can only sweep the floor...

This kind of gap , Enough to make people crazy.

But Su Qin did not. At least the head of the Handyman Hospital could not see that Su Qin had any dissatisfaction.

On this point, Su Qin is enough to beat the so-called geniuses of Arhat Court and Martial Monk Court.

Even the heads of the hospital, some people are not as good as Su Qin in their mood.

"The head of the hospital should be mistaken."

"I'm just a sweeping monk, I don't understand if I am not in a mood."

Su Qin said immediately .