Sign In Buddha’s Palm

quickly.

Su Qin returned to the Houshan Forbidden Land.

Although the supreme divine skill of Dingzhu and Conquering Demons is a good skill for attacking the devil, Su Qin did not spend much time on it.

After all, Su Qin knew that no matter what kind of magical skill, it depends on his own cultivation.

Time passed slowly.

Su Qin once again recovered into a long and peaceful day.

Sign in, practice, feel the world, and occasionally point out "Xuanku".

Of course, Su Qin only pointed out "Xuanku" a little bit, and did not choose the future path for "Xuanku".

Martial arts practice, especially to reach the realm of a first-rank master, is like one who lives, and like one who dies.

Every first-class master can realize his own transformation and achieve the best first-class only if he goes out of his own way.

"Xuan Ku" possesses the Buddha's mind and is naturally intelligent. Even if he is a martial artist of the First Grade Dzogchen, it is impossible to affect him.

But Su Qin is different.

As a Venerable Arhat with three heavens, every move will have an indelible effect on'Xuanku'.

Perhaps these influences are good for'Xuanku', but they may be bad.

Therefore, Su Qin simply let it go, and only pointed out a few words when "Xuanku" was in doubt.

Let the others develop.

Just when Su Qin was immersed and practiced again.

Many disciples of Shaolin Temple have also undergone extremely significant changes.

The back mountain is foggy, and every disciple who has been in the monastery for more than ten years can practice close to the back mountain.

Under the mist, even those martial artists who have not touched the vitality of the heavens and the earth can feel the physical body being nurtured and gradually become stronger.

this day.

As soon as the patrolling monk Zhenzhi returned from practicing near the back mountain, he saw several other disciples whispering about something.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhenzhi walked over and asked casually.

At this moment, Zhenzhi was still a little surprised at the effect of the mist that filled the back mountain.

As a disciple of the "Zhen" generation, Zhenzhi has been in the monastery for decades, so he is naturally qualified to practice near the Forbidden Area of ​​Houshan.

At first, Zhenzhi didn't take it seriously. What use do you think fog can do?

But with the practice during this period of time, Zhenzhi clearly felt the changes in his body.

Even Zhenzhi faintly felt that the qi and blood of his own body were becoming vigorous again.

How incredible is this?

You know, the blood of a warrior gradually increases from birth until it reaches a peak and then falls back.

Perhaps because of martial arts, the peak was extended for a period of time.

However, if there are no other major breakthroughs, the decline of the martial artist's vitality and blood will be irreversible during the peak period passed.

Originally, Zhenzhi was in this situation, and his blood had begun to decay.

If there are no surprises, the future strength will not be the slightest improvement, and the achievements in this life will stop here.

But now, Zhenzhi actually felt that there was a slight trend of vitality and blood.

"That mist..."

In Zhenzhi's mind, the fog that covered the sky and the earth again appeared in the forbidden land of Houshan.

And just between true wisdom and contemplation.

The disciples nearby who were talking quietly raised their heads to Zhenzhi and said, "Brother Zhenzhi."

"Brother Zhenzhi, we are talking about the Venerable Houshan..."

A disciple glanced around, lowered his voice, and said in awe.

"Venerable?"

Zhenzhi frowned and looked at these disciples: "Venerable, can you talk about it casually?"

"Brother Zhenzhi, we absolutely don't mean to disrespect the venerable."

"We are just curious, what kind of person is the Venerable..."

The disciple who had just started to speak hurriedly replied, for fear that Zhenzhi thought he did not respect the venerable.

"I don't dare to look at you."

Zhenzhi glanced at a few disciples and shook his head: "You don't need to think about what kind of person the Venerable is, you just need to remember that the height of the Venerable is no longer understandable by mortals like me... "

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at the same time.

On Wudang Mountain.

Many Wudang Mountain disciples gathered in front of an ancient hall.

Many disciples have already traveled down the mountain and traveled around the world, even thousands of miles away from Wudang.

But at this moment, all these disciples are standing here, as if waiting for something.

"Master is leaving the customs?"

A disciple from Wudang Mountain trembled and said in a low voice while looking at the ancient hall in the distance.

"That's what Uncle Master said."

Zhang Xiao also stood by and replied in a low voice.

"Why did the master leave the customs?" The second Wudang mountain disciple turned his gaze, looked at Zhang Xiao, and asked solemnly.

Zhang Zhenren could dominate the world for decades without leaving Wudang. This disciple couldn't figure out why Zhang Zhenren announced his exit at this time.

Zhang Xiao thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Some time ago, I went down the mountain to travel the world, but I encountered an enemy in Wudang Mountain. This enemy is a first-class master and wants to kill me."

When Zhang Xiao said this, he paused, and continued: "Maybe Master knew about this, and then wanted to leave the customs to avenge me?"

"impossible!"

The Wudang Mountain disciple who had just started to speak shook his head and said, "Master retreats to break through the supreme avenue. It is impossible for the master to be disturbed by ordinary things."

"If you die, Master may leave the customs to avenge you, but you are not dead. There is still room for recovery. Master orders me at most to wait to go down the mountain to find out the truth. It is impossible to leave the customs personally."

The words came out.

Other Wudang Mountain disciples nodded suddenly.

Although Zhang Zhenren protected his shortcomings, nothing happened to Zhang Xiao.

Under this circumstance, Zhang Zhenren will definitely not get out of this matter.

Just when many Wudang Mountain disciples were waiting.

Click.

I saw the door of the ancient hall opened silently.

A man wearing a Taoist robe with a clumsy facial features walked out slowly.

His skin is jade, his eyes are clear, his age cannot be seen, and his movements are meticulous, as if he has a peculiar charm.

When the Taoist priest just came out, many Wudang Mountain disciples bowed together and shouted:

"Respectfully welcome Master to leave the customs."

"Respectfully welcome Master to leave the customs."

The voice shook the sky, spreading for several miles.

After a while, Zhang Zhenren looked around and said:

"You guys get up."

This Zhang Zhenren, who is known as the coercion of the world, at this moment, there is no trace of warrior breath, as if he is an ordinary person.

"Master, did you break through?"

A Wudang Mountain disciple couldn't help but tentatively asked.

When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed, and [biquge www.xbqg5200.me] stared at Zhenren Zhang closely.

If Zhang Zhenren really takes that step in the biography, then Wudang Mountain will continue to dominate the world for 300 years.

"breakthrough?"

Zhang Zhenren smiled, shook his head and said, "How difficult is the road to mythology. Even if I stay closed for a hundred years, I can't break through."

"Then what is the purpose of Master leaving this time?"

The disciple who began to speak cautiously asked.

"Down the mountain."

Zhang Zhenren raised his head, looked in the direction of Shaolin Temple, and said softly: "Pray for the truth!"