Sign In Buddha’s Palm

"unfortunately."

"The cultivation in the realm of Arhat is completely different from the nine martial arts."

"It's been a long time, I haven't touched the bottleneck of the second heaven."

Sitting cross-legged, Su Qin couldn't help feeling the difficulty of cultivation.

"But I feel fast. As long as I take dozens of glazed golden pills, I can almost step into the second heaven."

Su Qin guessed in his heart.

The glazed golden pill can not only provide huge medicinal effects for Su Qin to absorb at all times, it can keep Su Qin in a state of'epidemic' at all times, and can better perceive the world and control the world.

"I need one to two months to digest a glazed golden pill. If there are dozens of them, it will take about 100 months? Less than ten years?"

Su Qin silently calculated it again, feeling more satisfied.

It took ten years to step into the realm of the Arhat of the Second Heaven, and it was quite satisfactory, neither too fast nor too slow.

If the venerable Arhats of Shaolin Temple, or those martial arts myths outside, knew what Su Qin was thinking at the moment, I'm afraid he would vomit blood.

You know, whether it is the Arhat Venerable or the martial arts myth, if you want to move from the first heaven to the second heaven, if there are no other opportunities, it will take at least hundreds or even hundreds of years of hard work to cultivate on your own.

Many martial arts myths continued to revolve around the world until the five-hundred-year life limit came to death.

But what about Su Qin?

After ten years, you still think "unhappy"?

Next, Su Qin returned to his usual life again.

Sign in, practice, sign in, practice...

This keeps looping.

Perhaps for some people, this kind of life is extremely boring and even lonely and maddening.

But in Su Qin's heart, it was extremely enjoyable.

Everything in the world,

Power?

beauty?

wealth?

It was just a passing moment.

Is there anything more comfortable than being able to feel that you are getting stronger every day?

And just when Su Qin was obsessed with signing in to practice.

The Shaolin Temple also returned to calm. After the death of the devil's body spread, many people in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes wanted to visit Su Qin.

But these were all rejected by Abbot Huiwen.

Su Qin had long asked Abbot Huiwen not to disturb him if there was nothing related to the survival of Shaolin Temple.

Time passed slowly.

In an instant, it was the day when Shaolin Temple recruited disciples.

As a major martial arts master in the world, Shaolin Temple needs to maintain the number of disciples at a certain point every year in order to continue its inheritance.

Neither too much nor too little.

Too much will decentralize the supply of martial arts resources? After all, whether it is the Bodhi Academy or other institutions? The pill or martial arts resources provided every year are limited.

The more disciples there are, the more they are scattered on each disciple's head. In this way, some geniuses are likely to be buried.

But it cannot be too little.

If it is missing, what will happen in the future? It may cause the blue and yellow to fail.

For any martial arts sect? Failure to accept green and yellow is an extremely terrible consequence, ranging from decay to this point, to direct inheritance and severance.

In history, many martial arts masters like Shaolin Temple disappeared in the years because of the lack of green and yellow.

Dharma Academy.

Abbot Huiwen and you all gathered here.

In addition to them, there is also a child who is about the size of a teenager.

This child is faintly exuding a special aura? It seems that some kind of Zen sound is moaning, extremely mysterious.

Of course, this special breath can't be noticed by ordinary people? Only the upper three realm martial artist? The physical body has begun to carry the world's vitality to wash? Can it vaguely feel it.

"This son is destined to the Buddha..."

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy took a closer look at the child? His eyes were full of wonder.

This child has never been exposed to any Buddhism practice, so he can show such a Buddhism vision? It is hard to produce one in hundreds of years.

"Not bad."

"I just saw it? I couldn't believe it."

The head of the Discipline Academy nodded? He set his eyes on the child again: "With his demonstrated aptitude? As long as he doesn't die halfway, his future achievements will not be lower than the first-tier master."

The words came out.

None of the other heads refuted.

Even Abbot Huiwen was still silent? Obviously agree with this sentence.

The head of the precepts has already received a very high evaluation.

When the child is just over ten years old, he is determined that the future achievement of the other party will not be lower than that of the first-grade master?

What does this represent?

Represents the terrible high potential.

Although Abbot Huiwen is now a Grade One Grand Master, and his talent is considered good? But even if Abbot Huiwen is so confident, he dare not say that he will definitely become a Grade One Grand Master at the age of ten.

Martial arts practice? To enter the first rank, martial arts aptitude is one aspect, but acquired opportunities, tempering of the mind, and luck are also crucial.

But now.

Several heads of the hospital and the abbot of Huiwen determined that the other party could enter the first grade only by relying on the aptitude shown by the children.

From this one can imagine how high the status of this child is in the heart of the abbot's court.

"You go down first."

Abbot Huiwen saw that the child's face was a little pale, he immediately understood that the other party was frightened, and immediately asked his disciple to take him down to rest.

"All right."

"Say it."

"What do you think of him."

Abbot Huiwen turned his eyes and looked at the other heads of the hospital.

The heads of the academy looked at each other, and finally the head of the monastery academy gave a light cough: "Abbot, although there are many disciples in the monastery, there are not many who can make them. It is better to be accepted by the monastery..."

"nonsense!"

Before the head of the monastery had spoken, he was interrupted by the head of the Arhat Academy: "Almost half of the disciples who worship this temple every year enter your monastery. In contrast, my Arhat Academy is really miserable... .."

When the Arhat Academy said this, he paused, looked at Abbot Huiwen, and tentatively said: "However, if I Arhat Academy accept..."

"My precepts are also very short of people recently..."

...

When Abbot Huiwen saw several heads of the hospital competing with each other, he was a little bit dumbfounded.

"Stop it all."

Abbot Huiwen waved his hand.

"None of you are qualified to accept that child..."

Abbot Huiwen glanced at the crowd, and finally added: "Neither do I."

The words came out.

The heads of the court suddenly wondered.

If they are not qualified, then who is qualified?

Only the head of the Bodhidharma Academy thoughtfully asked, "Abbot, what do you mean, ask the Lord to accept..."

"Not bad."

Abbot Huiwen nodded slightly.

The other hospital heads were slightly surprised when they heard this, but they felt very reasonable.

With the aptitude shown by that child, even if they really earn money, they don't know how to guide them.

...

the next day.

Abbot Huiwen took the child and walked step by step towards the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

"Abbot, where are we going?"

The child blinked and his face was confused.

"Where to go?"

Abbot Huiwen stopped and was silent for a while, with inexplicable awe in his eyes.

"I'll take you to meet..."

"The real Buddha!!!"