Sign In Buddha’s Palm

soon.

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the academy came to the Shaolin Temple in a mighty manner, wanting to personally confirm whether the descendant of the Demon Buddha was really dead.

It's not that Abbot Huiwen doesn't believe in his disciples, it's just that this matter is too incredible.

There are many methods for the descendants of the Demon Buddha, and they even mastered the legendary 'skill for death'. Even the ancestor of the Shaolin Temple who secretly shot and was suspected of being a great master of the first grade was not able to kill the descendant of the Demon Buddha in the first time.

In this case, how could it be possible to die?

Just when Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the academy were in shock, they had already arrived outside the Shaolin Temple and saw the true nature of their knees on the ground.

"Really the villain?"

The head of the Luohan Academy was stunned.

With the eyesight of the head of the Arhat Academy, it is natural to see that although the true essence is kneeling there at the moment, it seems that there is no injury, but in fact his breath has been completely cut off.

The dead can no longer die.

"Really dead?"

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

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

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

For at least this hundred years, Shaolin Temple can develop with peace of mind, and there is no need to worry about the so-called descendants of demons and Buddhas.

"Such a strong fist!"

The pupils of the head of the martial monastery shrank suddenly, feeling the breath of the descendant of the Demon Buddha, and his expression was horrified.

As a martial artist of the upper three realms, the head of the martial arts monastery could of course see the cause of death of the descendant of the Demon Buddha.

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

The head of the Discipline Academy felt it carefully and couldn't help but exclaimed.

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

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

"This is, Luohan Fist?"

The head of the Arhat Academy seemed to have discovered something and looked horrified.

He never dreamed that the descendant of the Demon Buddha would die on the most basic boxing technique of the Arhat Academy.

"what?"

"Arhat Boxing?"

The expressions of the other chiefs changed.

"It's really Arhat."

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

When he first heard the news of the death of the descendant of the Demon Buddha, Abbot Huiwen had this guess.

But it wasn't sure at the time.

Because in the view of Abbot Huiwen, even if the ancestors at the level of saints and monks really survived in Shaolin Temple, they would definitely be nearing their longevity, and their blood and energy would decline.

Otherwise, why didn't the senior saint monk take action to kill the descendants of the Demon Buddha at the first moment, but instead took action at the last moment?

but now.

Abbot Huiwen couldn't figure it out.

The disciples of the same generation, the Abbot Huiwen knew it, and it was impossible for anyone to step into the first grade.

As for the ancestors, the scope is very wide, even Huiwen, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, would never have thought of it for a while.

"Senior?"

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

"Blessed by the Buddha, I didn't expect that there are still holy monks in the Shaolin Temple."

The heads of the academies looked excited and talked in a low voice.

At this moment, the Shaolin Temple has not only stepped out of the shadow of the descendants of the devil and Buddha, but also has an ancestor of a holy monk.

How did this make the head of the academy not overjoyed?

If you let these excited heads of the academy know, in their eyes, the mysterious and unpredictable senior master who killed the descendants of the demon Buddha and solved the century-old problem of the Shaolin Temple is just an inconspicuous member of the House of Commons. The floor-sweeping monk, I am afraid that his eyes will fall out of shock.

Just when the descendants of the demon Buddha died and the demon thoughts dissipated.

Far in the mountains behind the Shaolin Temple, an extremely dark shadow suddenly opened his eyes.

"interesting."

"This time, the magic thoughts dissipated so quickly?"

"Shouldn't it be? Over the past nine hundred years, the Shaolin Temple's heritage has been getting worse every day, and this generation doesn't even have a rank."

The ghost muttered to himself.

"Or, something else happened?"

While talking, the ghost got up and wanted to leave this place.

However.

next moment.

A layer of golden seals filled with heavy coercion instantly shrouded the ghost.

Where the golden seal came into contact with the shadow, a large amount of black magic energy evaporated and disappeared quickly.

"Damn."

"It's this seal again!"

"Nine hundred years, how long are you going to suppress me?!"

The magic shadow burned with anger, but slowly returned to its original place.

"almost."

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

"I'll be able to break the seal when I'm weaker. At that time, I'll make the Shaolin Temple bleed into a river!!"

As soon as the ghost's words fell, the figure merged into the void and disappeared completely.

After the succession of the Demon Buddha, many disciples of the Shaolin Temple obviously felt a sense of urgency in their hearts, and even the head of the school began to try whether they could go further and enter the second rank.

certainly.

This does not include Su Qin.

Su Qin still sweeps the floor slowly every day, as if everything that happens outside has nothing to do with him.

On this day, the head of the House of Commons called Su Qin over.

Ten years have passed, and the head of the House of Commons has aged a lot, and there are many wrinkles on his face.

In the course of martial arts, even a first-rank martial artist cannot achieve eternal youth, and at most can only slow down the speed of aging.

"Zhen Guan, how long have you been in the Shaolin Temple?"

The head of the House of Handymen put down what he was busy with and asked suddenly.

"how long?"

Su Qin paused and continued, "It's been ten years."

"Yeah, it's been ten years." The head of the handyman's house sighed with emotion, "Ten years ago, I was the one who shaved your degree for you and brought you into the handyman's house."

"It's been ten years in a flash."

Su Qin listened to the head of the House of Commons, but did not speak.

"Have you been a sweeper for ten years, do you feel resentment in your heart?" asked the head of the House of Commons.

"resentment?"

Su Qin was slightly taken aback.

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

"Never."

Su Qin said truthfully.

"Don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant, don't be humiliated." The head of the handyman's house stared at Su Qin for a while, and finally there was a hint of ridicule on his face, "I didn't expect that among the disciples of the Shaolin Temple generation, the one with the highest mood was a floor sweeper?"

In fact, if Su Qin was an old man in his 50s or 60s, he would not be surprised if he could do this.

But Su Qin is not.

From the age of ten to twenty, the most precious ten years of life, spent on sweeping the floor, mediocre, how can there be no unwillingness in my heart for anyone else?

What's more, in the world's major martial arts sects like Shaolin Temple, the magic tricks are close at hand, but they can only sweep the floor.

This gap is enough to make people crazy.

But Su Qin didn't, at least the head of the handyman couldn't see any dissatisfaction in Su Qin.

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

Even the head of the academy, some people are not as good as Su Qin in the state of mind.

"The head of the hospital should have read it wrong."

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

Su Qin said immediately.

Don't panic.

There is another chapter, which is being written, and should be sent out around ten o'clock.