Sign In Buddha’s Palm

soon.

Su Qin returned to the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

Although Dingzhu Subduing Demons Supreme Magic is a good attacking magic, but Su Qin did not spend much thought on it.

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

Time passed slowly.

Su Qin returned to the long and peaceful days again.

Sign in, practice, comprehend the world, and occasionally point out 'Xuanku'.

Of course, Su Qin only gave some pointers to 'Xuan Ku', and did not choose the future path for 'Xuan Ku'.

Martial arts cultivation, especially reaching the realm of a first-rank great master, is like life and like death.

Every 1st rank great master, only by walking out of his own path can he realize his own transformation and achieve the best rank 1st rank.

'Xuanku' has a Buddha's heart and is naturally intelligent. Even if he is a martial artist of the first rank of Great Perfection, it is impossible to affect him.

But Su Qin is different.

As an Arhat Venerable of the Three Heavens, every move will have an indelible impact on the 'Xuanku'.

Perhaps these effects are good for ‘Xuanku’, but they may be bad.

Therefore, Su Qin simply let it go, and only pointed out a few words when 'Xuan Ku' had doubts.

Others are left to develop.

Just when Su Qin was immersed and cultivated again.

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

The back mountain is filled with fog, and every disciple who has been in the temple for more than ten years can practice near the back mountain.

Under the fog, even those warriors in the middle and lower third realms who have not been exposed to the vitality of heaven and earth can feel that their bodies are nourished and gradually become stronger.

this day.

The patrolling monk Zhenzhi had just returned from practicing near the back mountain when he saw several other disciples whispering something.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhenzhi walked over and asked casually.

At this moment, Zhenzhi was still somewhat amazed at the effect of the fog that filled the mountains behind.

As a disciple of the word "true", Zhenzhi has been in the temple for decades, and is naturally qualified to practice near the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

At first, Zhenzhi didn't take it for granted. What use can mist do?

But with this period of cultivation, True Wisdom clearly felt the changes in his physical body.

Even Zhenzhi faintly felt that the qi and blood of his fleshly body became 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 blood will be irreversible after a period of peak period.

Originally, True Wisdom was in this situation, and Qi and blood had already begun to decline.

If there is no accident, the strength in the future will not be improved in the slightest, and the achievements in this life will stop there.

But now, Zhenzhi actually felt that there was a slight tendency for qi and blood to flourish.

"The mist"

Zhenzhi's mind reappeared in the back mountain forbidden area, the fog covering the sky and the earth.

And in the realm of contemplation.

The few disciples who were chatting in low voices quickly raised their heads and said to Zhenzhi, "Senior Brother Zhenzhi."

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

A disciple looked around, lowered his voice, and said in a very awe-inspiring tone.

"Your Honor?"

Zhenzhi frowned and looked at the disciples: "Is your venerable one that you can discuss casually?"

"Senior Brother Zhenzhi, we have absolutely no intention of disrespecting the Venerable."

"We are just curious, what kind of person is His Holiness?"

The disciple who had just started to speak hurriedly replied, for fear that True Wisdom would think that he disrespected the Venerable.

"Look at you don't dare."

Zhenzhi glanced at a few disciples, shook his head and said, "What kind of person is the venerable, you don't need to think too much, just remember that the height of the venerable is beyond what mortals like me can understand."

at the same time.

On Wudang Mountain.

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

Many disciples have already gone down the mountain to travel around the world, even thousands of miles away from Wudang.

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

"Is Shizun going to leave?"

There was a Wudang Mountain disciple whose voice trembled as he looked at the ancient hall in the distance and said in a low voice.

"Master said so."

Zhang Xiao also stood beside him and replied in a low voice.

"Why did Shizun leave the customs?" The second Wudang Mountain disciple turned his eyes, looked at Zhang Xiao, and asked solemnly.

Zhang Zhenren could control the world for decades without leaving Wudang. This disciple could not understand why Zhang Zhenren announced his exit at this time.

Zhang Xiao thought for a while, then 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 great master of the first grade and wants to kill me."

When Zhang Xiao said this, he paused and continued: "Maybe the master knew about this, and then wanted to go out and avenge me?"

"impossible!"

The Wudang Mountain disciple who had just started talking shook his head and said, "Master's retreat is to break through the Supreme Dao, and it is impossible for ordinary things to disturb Master."

"If you die, Master may go out of the customs to avenge you, but you are not dead, there is still room for recovery. At most, Master ordered me to wait for the downhill to find out the truth, and it is impossible to go out in person."

As soon as the words came out.

The other Wudang Mountain disciples nodded immediately.

Although Zhenren Zhang protects his shortcoming, nothing happened to Zhang Xiao.

In this case, Zhang Zhenren will definitely not go out for this matter.

Just as many Wudang Mountain disciples were waiting.

Click.

I saw that the door of the ancient hall was quietly pushed open.

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

His skin is like jade, his eyes are clear, he can't tell his age, and his movements are meticulous, as if he has a peculiar charm.

As soon as the Taoist came out, many Wudang Mountain disciples bowed and shouted loudly:

"Congratulations to the master to leave the customs."

"Congratulations to the master to leave the customs."

The sound was so loud that it spread for miles.

After a while, Zhenren Zhang looked around and said:

"You get up."

Zhang Zhenren, who is known to be coercive in the world, doesn't even have a trace of martial artist breath all over his body at this moment, as if he is an ordinary person.

"Master, did you break through?"

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

When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed, and they stared at Zhenren Zhang closely.

If Zhang Zhenzhen really takes the step in the biography, then Wudang Mountain will continue to dominate the world for three hundred years.

"breakthrough?"

Zhang Zhenzhen smiled, shook his head and said, "How difficult is the road to mythology, even if I retreat for another hundred years, I will not be able to break through."

"Then why is the Master going out this time?"

The disciple who started talking asked cautiously.

"Go down the mountain."

Zhang Zhenzhen raised his head, looked in the direction of Shaolin Temple, and said softly, "Seek the Way!"