Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Outside Shaolin Temple.

Moon stars are rare.

Su Qin chose to leave Shaolin Temple in the early morning to avoid missing the daily check-in opportunity.

As long as Su Qin can come back by tomorrow night, there will be no loss.

"I don't know what happened to my little sister for fifteen years?"

Su Qin seemed to see the slug who was always following behind him again.

The younger sister is named Su Yueyun, seven years younger than Su Qin.

Su Yueyun was only three years old when Su Qin first visited Shaolin Temple. Now 15 years later, Su Yueyun is already 18.

A woman in this world will marry at the age of 16, and Su Yueyun is already considered "older age" until she is 18 years old.

"However, before going back, there is something to be resolved."

Su Qin suddenly stopped and looked up in a certain direction.

Fifteen years ago, a major enemy of the Su family came to kill. In order to preserve the blood of the Su family, all the disciples of the Su family were scattered around.

It is precisely because of this that Su Qin was sent to Shaolin Temple.

Only by worshipping Shaolin Temple and taking advantage of the shelter of Shaolin Temple can Su Qin be safe.

Later, although the Su family used some means to force the enemy back and recover, the enemy was still alive.

Over the years, Su Qin had been busy signing in to improve his strength, and coupled with the fact that everything in the Su family was well, he ignored the enemy.

Now, I took advantage of this opportunity to completely solve the enemy.

"According to the letters sent by the Su family over the years, the name of the enemy is ‘Yan Huo’, he is a disciple of the Demon Sect, and recently became the protector of the Demon Sect’s generation.”

Su Qin thought quickly.

Because of this matter, the Su Family Patriarch was still quite worried in his letter, worrying that this great enemy would be swept back by the magic power.

"The magic door?"

Su Qin's eyes flashed with coldness.

...

Yongzhou.

The Tang State occupies 18 states? Among them, Yongzhou is the site of the Demon Gate, where the master rudder of the Demon Gate is located.

Righteous demon fights in Tang Dynasty? But since the last demon gate lord closed to death, the battle between the demon gate and the right way has been at a disadvantage.

Decades ago, the Demon Gate still occupied the land of the three states.

But now, as the righteous path continues to squeeze? The magic gate is only left in Yongzhou.

And Tang Guo just closed one eye for the fight between the righteous demons, without any mediation.

Regardless of whether it is the right way or the magic door, in the eyes of Tang Guo? They are all rebellious officials and thieves who do not listen to the announcement and adjustment.

Even the two gangs of Zheng Mo Dao fought several times? Tang Guo was instigating the flames.

And at the moment.

At the foot of Wunan Mountain in Yongzhou.

A little boy wearing a thick cotton coat looked up at the snow in the sky? His face was full of excitement.

"Grandpa? The snow is really heavy..."

The little boy rubbed the snowball? Look at an old man next to him.

"Yes."

"Such snow has not appeared in decades."

The old man looked emotional? It seemed to be caught in some memories.

At this moment? A gentle voice came:

"Is this Wunan Mountain?"

I saw a young monk wearing a gray monk robe looking at the grandparents with a smile.

This young monk? Naturally Su Qin.

Shaolin Temple is thousands of miles away from Yongzhou? Ordinary people want to cross such a long distance, at least several months or even a year.

Even if it is a warrior? It will take nearly a month.

But for Su Qin, it only took a few hours to get from Shaolin Temple to Yongzhou.

Is this because of occasional stops on Suqin Road? I wasted some time to see if there is any place nearby where I can sign in.

Otherwise? Su Qin will only reach Yongzhou faster.

"Yes."

"The front is."

The little boy looked up at Su Qin, only a little strange, but he still nodded and said, "There is a lot of miasma in Wunan Mountain."

"and also......"

When the little boy said this, he carefully glanced around, lowered his voice and said: "Grandpa told me that there are gods in Wunan Mountain. If you have nothing to do, don't go near..."

"immortal?"

Su Qin was slightly taken aback.

But he reacted quickly, and the "fairy" in the little boy's mouth was probably a demon martial artist.

In the depths of Wunan Mountain is the Demon Gate's main altar, where demon martial artists often enter and exit.

For ordinary people like the little boy, those warriors who come and go are no different from ‘Gods’.

"There will be heavy snow today, go back early."

Su Qin glanced at the pair of grandchildren and walked towards Wu Nan Mountain without rush.

"Heavy snow?"

"You are not a god, how could you know that there is heavy snow today?"

The little boy whispered.

Although it is still snowing, it has obviously become smaller, and it should stop during the day.

How could it be heavy snow?

"grandfather."

"Are you OK?"

"Why keep silent?"

At this moment, the little boy suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the old man next to him.

"do not speak!"

The old man's face was as white as paper, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Grandpa, are you okay." The little boy realized something was wrong and hurried to the old man.

"You..."

The old man gave a wry smile and glared at the little boy fiercely: "Do you know that our father and I have already walked through the ghost gate?"

"what?"

"gate of hell?"

The little boy was puzzled: "Grandpa, did you mean the person just now?"

Hearing this, the old man's expression changed again, and he glanced in the direction where Su Qin had left. There was a flash of fear in his expression: "Don't you see what is strange?"

"strange?"

The little boy blinked.

The old man sighed, raised his leg and stepped on the snow, then looked at the little boy: "What is this?"

"Footprints?"

The little boy took it for granted.

"Why are there footprints?" the old man asked.

The little boy rolled his eyes: "Grandpa, do you think I'm stupid? It's snowing now, and the ground is all snow. If you step on it, of course there will be footprints..."

"But you see if there were any footprints on the way the man just came." The old man took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice.

The little boy frowned and turned to look.

"what?"

The little boy's face changed.

Because what he looked at was vast and boundless.

"No... No footprints..."

The little boy's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

You know, this year is very snowy. As early as a few days ago, the snow on the ground was several feet thick. If ordinary people walked past it, they would definitely leave thick footprints.

But now, the little boy did not find half of the footprint.

"Another point."

The old man calmed down and continued, "Did you see the slightest snow on that person?"

The words came out.

The little boy trembled directly.

indeed.

He felt a little strange when he saw Su Qin for the first time.

But the little boy didn't think much.

But at this moment the old man reminded that the little boy finally realized that no matter it was him or the old man, a lot of snowflakes were scattered on his body.

This is no way.

It is snowing, and they are not in the house, how can they not get some snow?

But the young monk just now was different.

On his body,

Clean and tidy,

No dust.