Sign-in Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 67: Escaping into Buddhism, green lanterns and ancient Buddhas

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The man in white trembled all over, knelt on the ground, and the mark of the flying knife between his eyebrows faintly began to collapse.

You must know that the inheritors of flying knives in the past did not cultivate internal strength or physical body, but only focused on the cultivation of "God".

Of course, not cultivating the body of internal force does not mean that the Flying Daoist really doesn't know martial arts at all, but that compared to his own powerful "God", the internal force of the Flying Knife is negligible.

It is precisely because of this extreme that the terror of each generation of flying knives is created.

But at this moment, the imprint of the flying knife that showed all the 'god' of the man in white began to collapse and destroy.

How incredible is this

Maybe a real first-rank Dzogchen can kill the man in white, but it is impossible to destroy the 'god' of the man in white.

"God" not only represents the spiritual cultivation of the man in white, but also symbolizes the belief of the man in white.

The body can die, but faith is not so easily destroyed.

"That is?!!"

The flying knife passer's eyes were bleeding.

He just spread his perception through the flying knife skills, barely approached the forbidden area of the back mountain, and then took a 'look' from a distance.

As a result, nine rounds of vast and scorching suns swept across the sky, as if returning to the age of ancient mythology, the wild and ancient atmosphere permeated, and nine rounds of great suns descended, filling the world.

How could the 'god' of the man in white be able to withstand all that, and collapsed on the spot, and even an inexplicable backlash fell on the flesh in an instant.

"How could there be such a vast and incredible 'god' in the world?"

The voice of the man in white couldn't help trembling slightly.

Normally, the "god" of ordinary people is almost equivalent to a little "spot of light", and the "god" of a warrior may be a little bit bigger.

But even the 'god' of a first-rank grand master is nothing more than a fireball.

But just now the man in white felt the 'god' from the forbidden area of the back mountain, it was like a deep void, encompassing everything and inclusive of everything.

at the same time.

The forbidden area behind the mountain.

Su Qin, who was running the Nine Suns Divine Art, quietly opened his eyes.

"Someone is spying on me?"

Su Qin frowned.

When he was practicing just now, he vaguely felt a peeping gaze.

It can't be called peeping, it's like an ant accidentally glanced at you from a long distance.

If he hadn't stepped into the realm of 'Arhat', Su Qin might not be aware of it. After all, this peek is too inconspicuous, but after being certified as 'Arhat', Su Qin's control over himself and the outside world has reached an extreme.

Therefore, it was easy to lock this peep.

"interesting."

Su Qin got up and took a step forward.

In an instant.

Su Qin then left the forbidden area of Houshan and came to a certain corner of Shaolin Temple.

In front of Su Qin was a man in white who knelt on the ground and trembled all over.

"So it's the descendant of this generation of flying knives?"

Su Qin just took a look and knew the cause and effect of the matter.

Although Su Qin has not been out of Shaolin Temple a few times, he has heard about the deeds of the "Legend of the Flying Knife".

Shaolin Temple has been in existence for thousands of years, and many holy monks who have been born have fought against a certain generation of flying knives. After returning to Shaolin Temple, they recorded it in an ancient book and put it in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

Su Qin has been in Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, and he often saw these things in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

According to the records of the holy monks born in the past dynasties, the unique art of flying knives controlled by the descendants of the flying knives is a pure and mysterious art.

It is similar to the parasitic method of splitting up magical thoughts or the method of cultivating demons in Tianma Celi's way.

"If the divine essence collapses, even if it survives, it will be useless."

Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated and he judged in his heart.

At this moment, he already roughly understood why the man in white ended up in such a situation. It was nothing more than self-indulgence, and he wanted to spy on his god with a flying knife.

But alas.

Su Qin's "god" has long been condensed into divine sense, and it has skyrocketed many times with the attainment of the "arhat" status.

In addition, at that time, Su Qin was running the Nine Suns Magic Art in the forbidden area of the back mountain, and the power of the Nine Suns pervaded and reflected on the gods. How could the man in white be able to 'peep'

"I have seen, I have seen Venerable 'Arhat'."

When the man in white saw Su Qin appearing out of thin air, he felt even more faintly the breath from the same source as the forbidden area behind the mountain, and said bitterly.

At this moment, how could he not know that there is really a Venerable Arhat sitting in Shaolin Temple

If he had known this earlier, no matter how confident and arrogant the man in white was, he would never have thought of peeking at the god of an 'Arhat'.

"Pity."

Su Qin looked at the man in white and shook his head slightly.

He didn't mean to save him, the white-clothed man's fate was entirely his own fault, and he had no one to blame.

Besides, Shen Yuan collapsed, even if Su Qin wanted to save it, he couldn't save it.

Thinking of this, Su Qin turned and left, and returned to the forbidden area of Houshan again to learn the Nine Suns Divine Art.

Shortly after.

The Shaolin Temple found the man in white.

Abbot Huiwen even recognized that the man in white was the successor of this generation of flying knives.

"Abbot, I disturbed that venerable in your temple. I deserve death. I hope the abbot will take him in. I am willing to be with the ancient Qingdeng Buddha for the rest of my life."

The man in white lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.

Before coming to Shaolin Temple, the white-clothed man had always aimed to pursue the limit of martial arts, but after entering Shaolin Temple and barely peeking at the tip of the iceberg in the forbidden area of the back mountain, he realized how big the world is.

Even if he tried to pursue the limit of martial arts, so what? Compared with the one in the back mountain, it is still a drop in the ocean, out of reach.

The physical backlash coupled with the collapse of the spiritual mind actually made the white-clothed man disheartened, and he had the idea of fleeing into Buddhism for the rest of his life.

"Benefactor, you have to think clearly."

Abbot Huiwen glanced at each other with several directors who rushed over, and said slowly.

Although the man in white is basically reduced to a useless person at this moment, he is the successor of this generation of flying knives after all. Whether it is eyesight or knowledge, he does not know how much he surpasses ordinary warriors.

If the white-clothed man really worshiped Shaolin Temple, it would also be beneficial to the accumulation of Shaolin Temple's heritage.

"Abbot, I've already thought it through."

The man in white sighed softly in his heart, and said firmly.

"In that case, the poor monk will personally shave you."

Abbot Huiwen clasped his palms together, recited a Buddha's name, and spoke.

Time passed and the years passed.

In addition to signing in every day, Su Qin is constantly practicing and comprehending.

Ever since he knew that there are still martial arts myths in the depths of the endless ocean beyond the mainland, Su Qin's desire for strength surged out again.

"Whether it is the Venerable Arhat or the Myth of the Martial Arts, if you want to continue to become stronger and step into an even more incredible realm, what you need is not only to cultivate yourself, but also to understand the world!"

Su Qin sat cross-legged, his eyes became brighter.

During this period of time, through Su Qin's own efforts and continuous consumption of the Liuli Golden Pill, his cultivation in the Arhat realm was quite smooth.

(end of this chapter)