Sign In Buddha’s Palm

quickly.

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the academy came to the outside of Shaolin Temple in great numbers, wanting to personally confirm whether the descendant of the Demon Buddha is really dead.

It's not that Abbot Huiwen didn't believe in his disciples, but that this fact was too incredible.

The descendants of the Demon Buddha have many methods, even mastering the legendary ‘replacement technique’. Even the ancestor of Shaolin Temple who secretly made a suspected first-rank master master, he failed to kill the descendants of Demon Buddha in the first time...

How can you die in this situation?

Just when Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the courtyard were surprised and suspicious, they had come outside the Shaolin Temple and saw the truth of kneeling on the ground.

"Really that villain?"

The head of the Arhat Academy was dumbfounded.

With the eyes of the head of the Arhat Academy, it was natural to see that although his true nature was kneeling there at the moment, it seemed that there was no injury, but in fact his breath had been completely cut off.

The dead cannot die again.

"Really dead?"

Abbot Huiwen finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that a mountain on his shoulders came down.

If the descendant of the Demon Buddha does not die, sooner or later there will be a comeback.

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

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

"Such a strong punch!"

The pupils of the head of the monk academy suddenly shrank, and he felt the aura from the descendant of the Demon Buddha, his expression in shock.

As a martial artist of the upper three realms, the head of the monk academy certainly saw the cause of death of the descendants of the Demon Buddha.

"One punch is deadly, what a terrifying punch!"

The head of the precepts academy felt it carefully and couldn't help but exclaim.

The fatal wound of the descendant of the Demon Buddha was the faint fist mark on his chest.

This fist seal, with an extremely domineering posture, destroyed the spirit and energy and internal organs of the descendants of the Demon Buddha without any suspense.

"This is Luohan Quan?"

The head of the Arhat Academy seemed to have discovered something, his expression was shocked.

He never dreamed that the descendant of the Demon Buddha would have died in the most basic boxing technique of the Arhat Academy.

"what?"

"Arhat Boxing?"

The other heads' faces changed.

"It is indeed Arhat Boxing..."

Abbot Huiwen sighed and continued: "It seems that it is really the hand of the ancestor of the holy monk in this temple..."

When he heard the news of the death of the demon Buddha's descendant, Abbot Huiwen had this guess.

It was just not certain at the time.

Because in the eyes of Abbot Huiwen, even if there are ancestors at the sacred monk level in Shaolin Temple, they must be close to their lifespan, and their vitality and blood will decline.

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

but now......

Abbot Huiwen couldn't figure it out.

The disciple of the same generation? Abbot Huiwen knew each other, it was impossible for anyone to step into the first grade.

As for the ancestors? The scope is very wide, even if Huiwen, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, could not think of it for a while.

"Senior?"

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

"Buddha bless you? I didn't expect that there will be saint monks in Shaolin Temple."

The heads of the hospital looked excited? They started talking in a low voice.

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

How does this make the heads of the hospital unhappy?

If you let these excited faces know, in their eyes? That mysterious, unpredictable, advanced master of killing the descendants of the Demon Buddha and solving the century-old troubles of Shaolin Temple is just an inconspicuous person in the Handyman Yard. The sweeping monk, I am afraid that the shocked eyes fell.

...

Just when the Demon Buddha passed away? When the demon thought dissipated.

Far behind the mountain behind Shaolin Temple? An extremely gloomy shadow suddenly opened his eyes.

"interesting."

"This time the magical thought? Has it dissipated so quickly?"

"Shouldn't it? For nine hundred years? Shaolin Temple's heritage is worse than every day, and this generation does not even have a single product."

The magic shadow muttered to himself.

"Or? Something else happened?"

Mo Ying said, while getting up? Want to leave this place.

however.

next moment.

A heavy golden seal filled with heavy coercion? Instantly enveloped the demon shadow.

Where does the golden seal and the demon shadow come into contact? A large amount of black demon energy evaporates and disappears quickly.

"Damn it."

"This seal again!"

"Nine hundred years? How long will you suppress me?!"

The Demon Shadow burned with anger, but slowly returned to its original place.

"almost."

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

"Wait until I get weaker? I will be able to break the seal. At that time? I will let Shaolin Temple blood flow into a river!!"

As soon as the Demon Shadow's words fell, his body merged into the void and disappeared completely.

...

After the succession of the Demon Buddha, many disciples of Shaolin Temple clearly felt a sense of urgency in their hearts, and even the heads of the academy began to try whether they could go further and enter the second grade.

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 yard called Su Qin over.

Over the past ten years, the head of the handyman’s house has grown a lot older, with many wrinkles on his face.

One way of martial arts, even a first-class martial artist, can not achieve eternal youth, at most it can only delay the speed of aging.

"True View, how long have you been in Shaolin Temple?"

The head of the handyman's house put down what he was busy with and asked suddenly.

"how long?"

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

"Yes, it's been ten years." The head of the handyman's house was full of emotion, "Ten years ago, I still shaved for you and brought it into the handyman's house."

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

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

"I have been a sweeping monk for ten years, do I have grievances in my heart?" the head of the handyman's house asked.

"resentment?"

Su Qin was slightly taken aback.

It's too late for him to be happy, how could there be resentment?

"Never before."

Su Qin said truthfully.

"No arrogance, no rashness, no humiliation." The head of the handyman's house stared at Su Qin for a while, and finally a trace of ridicule appeared on his face. "Unexpectedly, among the disciples of the Shaolin Temple generation, the highest state of mind is actually a sweeping monk?"

In fact, if Su Qin was a fifty or sixty-year-old man, he would not be surprised if he could do this.

But Su Qin is not.

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

What's more, in a world martial arts master like Shaolin Temple, magical skills are close at hand, but I can only sweep the floor...

This gap is enough to make people crazy.

But Su Qin did not, at least the head of the handyman's hospital could not see that Su Qin had any dissatisfaction.

Based on this alone, Su Qin is enough to surpass the so-called geniuses of the Arhat Academy and the Monk Academy.

Even the heads of the hospital, some people are inferior to Su Qin in mood.

"The head of the hospital should be wrong."

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

Su Qin said immediately.