Sign In Buddha’s Palm

In the attic.

Spiritual thoughts rolled, shrouded.

Father Hong's scalp was numb, and his mind was chaotic.

As the red **** in the palace, Grandpa Hong naturally knew how terrifying a superb product that condensed spiritual thoughts was.

Anyone who is the best product can suppress everything with every gesture. Why can the Wudang Mountain Zhenwu line ignore the imperial power and resist the decree? Why did the Mengyuan Empire occupy the endless grassland and stare at the southern central plains?

The horror of the top product is far beyond everyone's imagination.

Grandpa Hong couldn't even imagine that the Shaolin Temple, which has been rumored to have been decayed, had a superb class?

"Grandpa Hong..."

Seeing this scene in the curtain, the Empress Li, although she didn't know what had happened, she was also panicked.

Grandpa Hong is her confidant. Without the protection of Grandpa Hong, she would not know how many times she would have died.

But now, Grandpa Hong, who she regarded as the pillar of her heart, showed such a look of trembling and fear?

"Mother, don't panic..."

Duke Hong settled his mind, reluctantly reacted, and bowed deeply into the empty air in all directions:

"Old slave Hongyuan, I have seen a holy monk..."

Grandpa Hong knew very well that even though the top-ranking one was not here, all the movement in the attic was like a reversal pattern to the other party under the envelope of his spiritual thoughts.

After a while.

Gungun mentality quickly retreated.

Only then did Grandpa Hong breathe a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa Hong, what happened?" Seeing the expression of Grandpa Hong, Empress Li asked quickly, realizing that the matter might have passed.

"What happened?"

Grandpa Hong smiled bitterly: "Niang Niang, a certain sacred monk from Shaolin Temple just brought my spirit over..."

"Holy monk?"

"Divine Mind?"

Empress Li concubine looked dazed.

Although she was the most beloved concubine of Emperor Tang, she didn't know much about martial arts.

For Li Fei, she only knows that martial artists are divided into nine ranks, with one rank being the highest and nine rank being the lowest.

As for the others? I don't know.

"Manny..."

Duke Hong sensed that the empress was puzzled, so he thought about it? Helplessly said: "The empress only needs to treat this holy monk as the same as Duke Zhao next to your majesty..."

"Grandpa Zhao..."

Empress Li's heart trembled.

The name Gonggong Zhao, for the people in the palace, is definitely second only to the existence of Emperor Tang.

Even if it was the Empress Li, he only knew that Grandpa Zhao was the only **** in purple in the Tang Dynasty, and his status was equal to that of a prince.

Now that the Emperor Tang is old? The minds of the kings are different? Several princes fought openly and secretly.

But no matter how bad the situation is, as long as Emperor Tang does not die in one day? Datang will not be chaotic.

Why is this?

It was because of the purple-clothed **** next to Emperor Tang.

The purple-clothed eunuch, with his own power, suppressed the court officials and the princes, and did not dare to mess around.

Li Fei didn't expect that Grandpa Hong's evaluation of that holy monk was so high that it was equal to Grandpa Zhao?

It's incredible.

"Grandpa Hong? There is such a strong man in Shaolin Temple? Then we are in danger..."

What did Li Fei suddenly think of? He asked in a low voice.

"The mother is worried..." Grandpa Hong smiled bitterly: "If that holy monk had a murderous heart? We would have no bones, even if the Emperor Tang knew it? I won't ask more."

Duke Hong looked complicated.

Even if the palace loves Li Fei no more? But it will definitely not conflict with a superb product for a mere woman.

"Niang."

"There are holy monks in Shaolin Temple? It's a good thing."

When Grandpa Hong said this, he paused and sighed, "At least? We should be considered safe..."

...

"It's really amazing!"

Su Qin's imperial thoughts, all kinds of insights flooded my heart.

"However, the **** next to Li Fei? Can actually perceive the existence of divine consciousness..."

Su Qin was slightly puzzled.

The **** named Hong Gonggong clearly recognized the divine consciousness when he was covering the attic in the bamboo forest just now.

Su Qin pondered for a while? Thought of the reason.

The main reason is that I just condensed my divine mind, and when I was released, I couldn't really control my mind.

In addition, the spiritual power of that grandfather Hong was born to exceed the normal martial artist, and he found out.

After waiting for a period of time, after Su Qin was fully acquainted with Divine Mind, he could become a real master freely and the breeze was blowing.

...

Time flies.

The past few months in a blink of an eye.

During this time, Su Qin returned to normal life again.

As for the gathering of spiritual thoughts, the impact on Su Qin was not great.

After all, even if there is no'Gathering Pill', Su Qin still has the confidence to condense divine mind, but it has been a little longer.

And Su Qin's most important thing is time.

An ordinary first-grade master has only two hundred years of life, but Su Qin can live for four hundred years.

In these hundreds of years, even a pig should have condensed divine minds, let alone Su Qin.

"If you want to achieve the'Arhat' fruit status, your spiritual mind, physical body, and internal strength are indispensable."

Su Qin sat cross-legged, thinking up and down.

"Now I have condensed divine minds, and my body is tempered with the power of Yin and Yang to reach the extreme, and only internal power is left..."

Su Qin's eyes lit up.

For any great master of the first rank, it is like the mythical bottleneck of the sky moat, and Su Qin silently solves the two. If this matter is spread out, it will definitely shock the world.

To a certain extent, Su Qin at this moment is definitely one of the most close to the bottleneck of the myth among the many first-tier masters today.

the next day.

Su Qin went to the Bodhi Temple to sign in as usual.

Since the last time he signed in and signed out the ‘Jushen Pill’, Su Qin’s sign-in times at the Bodhi Yard have obviously increased.

Now that the Bodhi Institute can sign in to sign out the ‘Gathering God Pill’, a pill that condenses divine minds, will there be a pill that can help transform the internal force?

With this thought in mind, Su Qin walked towards the Bodhi Temple without any haste.

suddenly.

Su Qin stopped.

Soon after, the princess of Datang ran over.

Calculating the time, Li Fei and her party have been in Shaolin Temple for more than half a year.

However, in normal times, Li Fei and the father-in-law Hong rarely go out of the bamboo forest, so Shaolin Temple is not affected.

In addition, Li Fei was sent by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Abbot Huiwen could only open one eye and close one eye. As long as Li Fei did not take the initiative to leave, he let Li Fei continue to live.

For Shaolin Temple, it only needs to provide some fast food every day.

"Little monk, we may be going back soon..."

The little princess of Tang State had big red eyes and was obviously very reluctant.

Although the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns in Shaolin Temple is far less luxurious and magnificent than in the imperial palace.

But at Shaolin Temple, she is at least safe and free.

Don’t worry about dying in a dry well one day or swallowing a cup of poison.

"gone back?"

Su Qin looked surprised.

"Well, this is what Duke Hong said." The little princess said in a low tone.

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