Originally, Su Qin had no plans to go to the forbidden area of the back mountain. After all, in his perception, there was a faint aura of a grand master in the forbidden area of the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.
But since Su Qin condensed his spiritual thoughts, his grasp of himself has skyrocketed again, which is not something that ordinary first-rank masters can discover.
"Go and see."
Su Qin thought for a moment and made a decision in his heart.
Outside the forbidden area of the back mountain, a large number of monks are patrolling at all times, and the number is far more than that of the Zhenmo Tower.
With this level of defense, even a first-rank Grandmaster might not be able to sneak into the back mountain without making a sound.
But for Su Qin, it was just a matter of taking a few more steps.
Spiritual thoughts enveloped the whole body for tens of feet, and the breath of the physical body was extremely restrained. In an instant, Su Qin passed the patrolling monks and came to the forbidden area in the back mountain.
After entering the back mountain, the field of vision became much wider. Su Qin felt it carefully and walked towards the depths.
"This feeling?"
Su Qin stopped suddenly and rubbed his eyebrows.
For some unknown reason, the deeper he went into the forbidden area of the back mountain, the golden-body Buddha in the ancestral aperture between the brows, which symbolized the inheritance of the Buddha's palm, began to slowly diffuse the Buddha's light.
"There is something related to Tathagata God's Palm in the forbidden area."
Su Qin guessed in his heart.
Tathagata Divine Palm is the most powerful magical skill in Shaolin Temple, and it is said to be handed down by the Buddha, but it was lost for no reason nine hundred years ago.
And nine hundred years ago, in addition to the loss of the Tathagata God's Palm, there was a major event that almost destroyed the Shaolin Temple.
The Tribulation of Demon Buddha.
At that time, Su Qin vaguely realized that the loss of Tathagata's divine palm was related to the Demon Buddha.
"The palm of the Tathagata is a magical skill at the level of 'Arhat'. Only those who have attained the status of 'Arhat' can be qualified to comprehend the Palm of the Tathagata."
"And nine hundred years ago, the only remaining 'Arhat' in Shaolin Temple passed away in a hurry after suppressing the Demon Buddha. As a result, the palm of the Tathagata was not handed down in time."
Su Qin's thoughts were ups and downs, trying to restore the truth nine hundred years ago.
"And the 'Arhat' in Shaolin Temple at that time was just suppressing the Demon Buddha, not killing it, which shows that the 'Arhat' cannot kill the Demon Buddha, and this method can only be used to eliminate the calamity of the Demon Buddha."
Su Qin thought while walking towards the depths of the back mountain.
After a while.
Five pale golden hills appeared in Su Qin's vision.
"This is?"
Su Qin's pupils shrank, and a strange color flashed across his face.
If viewed from a very far distance, these five pale golden hills are more like five fingers magnified countless times.
With five fingers holding the sky, suppress it!
"Buddha's Palm."
"This is Tathagata palm!!!"
Su Qin looked up.
These five light golden hills, although the aura is not visible, actually began to echo with the golden Buddha in the ancestral aperture between Su Qin's eyebrows.
"Nine hundred years ago, the 'Arhat' in Shaolin Temple was a demon Buddha suppressed by the palm of the Tathagata!"
Su Qin was extremely sure.
If it was someone else, even the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple, I am afraid that these five hills would not be associated with Tathagata God's Palm.
But Su Qin has the inheritance of Tathagata God's Palm.
Although he can't use it, he is very clear about the aura of Tathagata's Divine Palm.
soon.
Su Qin found five skinny figures sitting cross-legged in front of the five hills.
These five figures were all wearing monk robes, their eyes were closed, and their breathing almost stopped. If there was not a trace of breath, Su Qin might think that these five monks would have died long ago.
"The five holy monks?"
Su Qin frowned.
The figure of Wu Daoku sitting in front of the five hills is indeed a first-rank holy monk, but his aura is very strange.
Neither life nor death.
"It should be a secret method to put yourself into a state of suspended animation to prolong your life, and you will only wake up when you wait for a certain time."
Su Qin guessed in his heart.
Regarding the secret method of feigning death, Su Qin has also signed dozens of methods.
But without exception, once this kind of secret method is used, the physical body will be completely rigid, losing the possibility of further progress, and in the suspended animation, there will be no thoughts, as if falling into eternal darkness.
This state is a kind of tragic torture for anyone, first-rank Grandmasters would rather die in battle than allow themselves to suffer such pain.
As for the five holy monks in front of the five hills, the reason for this is probably to prevent the Demon Buddha from breaking the seal and forcibly sitting in the town with the body of the holy monk.
Of course, the bodies of the five holy monks are far from being able to suppress the Demon Buddha, but combined with the seal left by the palm of the Tathagata, it is enough.
"Why"
Su Qin sighed softly, slightly moved.
"Magic Buddha."
Su Qin's eyes turned slightly, looking at the five pale golden hills.
Under Su Qin's induction, although the five light golden hills exuded an aura of suppressing everything, he could still feel a very deep devilish energy.
"Not dead for nine hundred years?"
Su Qin frowned.
According to the Shaolin Temple classics, even if it is the existence of the "Arhat" fruit status, or the martial arts myth, it is only 500 years old.
Since the Demon Buddha has been suppressed, it means that there is no level beyond the 'Arhat'. Logically speaking, after nine hundred years, the Demon Buddha must not even have ashes left. How could there be any remaining breath
Just when Su Qin was thinking.
hum! !
The five pale golden hills trembled slightly.
A monk wearing a golden robe appeared, looked down at Su Qin, and said, "Buddhist disciples, you can enter Foshan, receive my inheritance, and make the Buddhist sect great."
The sound is magnificent and deafening.
Ordinary warriors, even first-rank Grandmasters, would be overwhelmed by this loud voice on the spot, thinking that there is some kind of shocking inheritance deep in Foshan.
A strange color flashed deep in Su Qin's eyes, and he walked straight into Foshan.
After a while.
Su Qin came to a Buddhist cave.
There are countless Buddha statues in all directions, and a strong majesty shrouds it.
"Since you are a Buddhist disciple, you still don't kneel down!"
The monk in the golden robe reappeared.
However.
Su Qin didn't take it seriously, and still stood there, looking directly at the monk in golden robes.
"Buddhism pays attention to equality, why should we kneel?"
Su Qin said casually.
"That's right." The golden robed monk seemed to think of something, nodded slightly, and gave Su Qin an approving look: "Under the age of 30, stepping into the first rank, your talent is enough to rank in the top five in Shaolin Temple for thousands of years."
"oh?"
Su Qin looked at the golden monk with interest: "Who are you?"
"My name is 'Tuo', 'Tuo' Arhat."
The golden robed monk looked solemn and said calmly.
The 'Packa' Arhat is exactly the 'Arhat' who suppressed the Demon Buddha nine hundred years ago in the Shaolin Temple.
Since then, no disciple of Shaolin Temple has ever attained the status of 'Arhat'.
"Pack?"
A smile appeared on Su Qin's face, as if he had heard a joke.
The golden robed monk frowned and was about to speak.
However.
next moment.
Su Qin's smile gradually faded, looked at him coldly, and said something that changed the expression of the monk in golden robes:
"I should call you 'Magic Buddha'"
(end of this chapter)