soon.
Abbot Huiwen and all the heads of the academy came to the outside of Shaolin Temple in a mighty manner, wanting to confirm for themselves whether the successor of the Demon Buddha is really dead.
It's not that Abbot Huiwen doesn't believe in his disciples, but that this matter is too incredible.
There are many means of successors of Demon Buddha, and even mastered the legendary "surrogate death technique". Even the senior from Shaolin Temple who was suspected of being a first-rank grand master just now failed to kill the successor of the Demon Buddha in the first place.
In this case, how could he die
Just when Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the academy were in doubt, they had already arrived outside the Shaolin Temple and saw the authenticity of kneeling on the ground.
"Really that villain?"
The head of Arhat Academy was in a daze.
With the eyesight of the head of the Arhat Academy, it is natural to see that although Zhenxing is kneeling there at this moment, it seems that there is no injury, but in fact his breath has been completely cut off.
The dead cannot die again.
"Really dead?"
Abbot Huiwen finally breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling a mountain on his shoulders come down.
If the heirs of Demon and Buddha survive, sooner or later they will make a comeback.
But now, since the other party is dead, the crisis in Shaolin Temple is naturally resolved.
At least for this hundred years, Shaolin Temple can develop with peace of mind, without needing to worry about the so-called successors of Demon Buddha.
"Such a strong fist!"
The head of the monk's academy shrank his pupils suddenly, feeling the aura exuding from the successor of the Demon Buddha, his expression was horrified.
As a martial artist of the upper three realms, the head of the Wu Monk Academy certainly saw the cause of death of the successor 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 exclaim.
The fatal wound of the successor of Demon Buddha is the faint fist mark on the chest.
This fist seal, with an extremely domineering posture, destroyed the spirit, energy and viscera of the successor of the Demon Buddha without any suspense.
"This is Arhat Fist?"
The head of the Arhat Academy seemed to have discovered something, and his expression was horrified.
He never dreamed that the successor of Demon Buddha would die by the most basic boxing technique of Arhat Academy.
"What?"
"Arhat Fist?"
The expressions of the other heads changed.
"It is indeed Arhat Fist"
Abbot Huiwen sighed softly, and continued: "It seems that it really is the work of that holy monk in this temple."
Abbot Huiwen had this guess when he first heard the news of the death of the successor of the Demonic Buddha.
It's just that it wasn't sure at the time.
Because in the view of Abbot Huiwen, even if there are ancestors of the level of holy monks in Shaolin Temple, they must be near the end of their lifespan, and their vitality and blood will decline.
Otherwise, why didn't the ancestor of the holy monk take action to suppress and kill the successor of the Demon Buddha at the first moment, but at the last moment
but now.
Abbot Huiwen was not sure.
The disciples of the same generation, Abbot Huiwen, all know each other, so it is impossible for anyone to step into the first rank.
As for the ancestors, the scope is very wide. Even Huiwen, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, would never have imagined it.
"Senior?"
"That's right, it must be the senior monk who made the move, otherwise who would kill the successor of the Demon Buddha."
"Buddha blesses you, I didn't expect that Shaolin Temple still has holy monks in charge."
The heads of the academy looked excited and began to discuss in a low voice.
At this moment, Shaolin Temple has not only stepped out of the shadow of the successor of the Demon Buddha, but also has a senior holy monk sitting in charge.
How can this make the heads of the hospital not very happy
If these excited heads of the hospital know, in their eyes, the mysterious senior expert who suppressed the successors of demons and Buddhas with his hands and solved the century-old troubles of Shaolin Temple is just an inconspicuous member of the Handyman's Academy The sweeping monk, I am afraid that the eyeballs will fall out of shock.
Just when the disciple of the Demon Buddha died and the evil thoughts dissipated.
Far away in the mountain behind Shaolin Temple, an extremely dark specter suddenly opened its eyes.
"interesting."
"This time, the evil thoughts dissipated so quickly?"
"Shouldn't it? Over the past 900 years, Shaolin Temple's heritage has been getting worse day by day, and this generation doesn't even have a first-class one."
The phantom muttered to himself.
"Or, did something else happen?"
While talking, the ghost got up and wanted to leave this place.
However.
next moment.
Layer upon layer of golden seals filled with strong coercion enveloped the phantom in an instant.
Where the golden seal came into contact with the phantom, a large amount of black phantom energy evaporated and disappeared quickly.
"Damn it."
"It's this seal again!"
"Nine hundred years, how long are you going to suppress me?!"
The phantom was burning with anger, but slowly retreated to its original place.
"Soon."
"I can feel that the power of the seal is declining."
"When I get weaker, I will be able to break through the seal. At that time, I will let Shaolin Temple bleed like a river!!"
As soon as the phantom's words fell, his figure melted into the void and disappeared completely.
After the successor of the Demon Buddha, many disciples of Shaolin Temple obviously felt a sense of urgency in their hearts, even the heads of the academy, 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, Su Qin, the head of the Miscellaneous House, called over.
In the past ten years, the head of the handyman yard has aged a lot, and many wrinkles have appeared on his face.
Martial arts, even first-rank warriors, can't stay young forever, at most they can only slow down the speed of aging.
"Zhenguan, how long have you been in Shaolin Temple?"
The head of the handyman's courtyard put down what he was busy with and asked suddenly.
"how long?"
Su Qin paused, and continued: "Ten years."
"Yeah, it's been ten years." The head of the Handyman's House was full of emotion, "Ten years ago, I was the one who shaved you and brought you into the Handyman's House."
"Ten years have passed in a flash."
Su Qin listened to the head of the handyman's courtyard talking, but didn't speak.
"I have been a sweeping monk for ten years, do you have any resentment in your heart?" asked the head of the handyman's courtyard.
"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 surprised by favor or disgrace." The head of the handyman's courtyard stared at Su Qin for a while, and finally a sneer appeared on his face, "I didn't expect that among the disciples of this generation of Shaolin Temple, the one with the highest mood is a sweeping monk?"
In fact, if Su Qin was an old man in his fifties or sixties, the head of the Handyman's Academy would not think it was so strange if he could do this.
But Su Qin is not.
From the age of ten to twenty, the most precious ten years of life are spent on sweeping the floor, doing nothing. How could it be possible for anyone not to be reconciled
What's more, in Shaolin Temple, a major school of martial arts in the world, the magic skills are close at hand, but I can only sweep the floor.
This gap is enough to drive people crazy.
But Su Qin didn't, at least the head of the Handyman's Academy couldn't see any dissatisfaction with Su Qin.
Based on this alone, Su Qin is better than the so-called geniuses of Arhat Academy and Martial Monk Academy.
Even among the heads of the hospital, there are people who are not as good as Su Qin in terms of mood.
"The head of the hospital must have misread it."
"I'm just a floor-sweeping monk. I don't understand if I'm not in the mood."
Su Qin said immediately.
Don't panic.
There is another chapter, which is being written and should be published around ten o'clock.
(end of this chapter)