Outside Dharma.
Abbot Huiwen's face was pale, and a black palm print could be faintly seen on his lower abdomen.
This palm print seemed to go deep into Abbot Huiwen's bone marrow, and the traces of devilish energy lingered like maggots on the tarsal bones.
Behind Abbot Huiwen, all the heads of the academy were staring closely at the young man with black eyes.
"Zhenxing, you, how can you?" The head of the Arhat Academy was full of anger.
The young man in front of him is the true nature of a genius disciple of Arhat Academy.
Just half an hour ago, Zhenxing notified Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital on the grounds that he knew about the 'Magic Buddha'.
But at the critical moment, he attacked Abbot Huiwen in a sneak attack, and succeeded.
"say no more."
At this moment, Abbot Huiwen took a deep breath, barely suppressed the injury, and looked at Zhenxing: "Zhenxing, you must be the successor of this generation of Demon Buddha."
Since nine hundred years ago, a patriarch of Shaolin Temple who had attained the status of 'Arhat' suppressed the Demon Buddha in the back mountain.
Every hundred years since then, there will be demonic thoughts breaking free from the seal and bewitching Shaolin Temple disciples.
Any Shaolin Temple disciple who is bewitched will claim to be the successor of the Demonic Buddha, and his own strength will be strengthened by the demonic thoughts, and he will be able to climb to the second rank or even the first rank in a short time.
In addition, every descendant of the Demonic Buddha will hate the Shaolin Temple extremely, and aim at destroying the Shaolin Temple.
Over the past 900 years, Shaolin Temple has produced eight successors of Demon Buddha.
And authenticity is the ninth place.
Shaolin Temple paid a heavy price in order to deal with the first eight successors of the Demon Buddha, especially in the last hundred years, the only remaining four holy monks in Shaolin Temple did not hesitate to use forbidden techniques in order to suppress and kill the successors of the Demon Buddha at that time.
As a result, the four great monks passed away one after another, until 60 years ago, when the last holy monk was enthroned, there was no more holy monk in Shaolin Temple.
"Hahahahaha."
"Yes, I am the successor of Demon Buddha!"
Authenticity disdains to deny it, and admits her identity openly.
Heir of Mofo
Even if they had already guessed, the faces of the heads of the hospital were extremely ugly when they heard these four words.
For Shaolin Temple, the descendant of Demon Buddha is more like a curse, once every hundred years, it drags down Shaolin Temple abruptly.
Otherwise, with Shaolin Temple's great background in martial arts, it is unlikely that this generation will not be able to train even a holy monk.
"Zhenxing, how dare you do this?! Shaolin Temple treats you well, accepts you as a disciple, and teaches you magical skills, you"
The head of Arhat Academy stared at Zhenxing, his eyes seemed to be able to spew out flames.
Zhenxing entered the Shaolin Temple for ten years, and the head of the Arhat Academy really raised him as a nephew, and even planned to let Zhenxing take over the position of the head of the Arhat Academy in the future.
But he never dreamed that Zhenxing dared to do such a rebellious thing.
"Not thin?!"
When Zhenxing heard the words, his face was full of sarcasm: "Eighteen members of my family were slaughtered, what are you doing in Shaolin Temple?"
"Senior brother comforts me, the head of the hospital comforts me, the abbot comforts me, but do you know that what I want is not comfort at all!!"
Every time Zhen Xing uttered a word, the surrounding demon energy skyrocketed.
"Shaolin Temple, as the master of martial arts in the world, regards itself as the righteous way, so it can only comfort people?"
The killing intent boiled in the words of authenticity: "Fake benevolence and righteousness, hypocrisy for a moment, Shaolin Temple should be destroyed!!"
As soon as Zhenxing's voice fell, the devil's energy began to vibrate crazily.
Indistinctly, a half-gold and half-black golden body of Demon Buddha emerges from behind the true nature.
"comfort?"
The head of the monk academy was furious: "Then do you know that, in order to avenge you, the senior brother did not hesitate to violate the precepts, went down the mountain privately, chased and killed the murderer for three months, and killed the murderer in the vast sea to the west?"
"alright."
"Needless to say."
The head of Arhat Academy calmed down and looked towards Zhenxing: "The successor of the Demon Buddha is the great enemy of Shaolin Temple. Since you are the successor of the Demon Buddha, the poor monk should clean up the house himself."
The skin of the head of Arhat Academy faintly glowed golden.
As one of the people in Shaolin Temple who has the most research on [King Kong Indestructible Art], even though the head of Arhat Academy is far from Dacheng's [King Kong Indestructible Art], his physical body is much stronger than other heads.
Coupled with the powerful internal strength of the third-rank warriors, from a certain point of view, the strength of the head of the Arhat Academy can at least rank among the top three among the heads of the academy.
"The murderer was killed?"
Zhenxing was taken aback for a moment, and then, a strong black light appeared in the depths of his pupils again: "So what, can my family of eighteen survive?"
boom! ! !
The demonic energy is monstrous.
All the heads of the hospital acted immediately, faintly forming a large formation.
Abbot Huiwen sat cross-legged, pressing his lower abdomen to make that black palm print.
However.
After a while.
Click.
All the heads of the hospital suddenly retreated suddenly, their expressions were as pale as paper, and they vomited blood on the spot.
"it's useless."
"I have entered the second rank, you guys are too weak."
Zhenxing smiled contemptuously.
"Huiwen, are you still not making a move?"
Zhen Xing turned his eyes, looked at Abbot Huiwen, and said teasingly: "The power of the Demon Buddha is not so easy to recover."
"Besides, even if you recover, what can you do? You are a second-rank, and I am also a second-rank. The power of the devil and Buddha is naturally restrained by Buddhist skills. Even if you recover to the heyday, you are not my opponent."
True killing intent boiled over: "If there are holy monks sitting in your Shaolin Temple generation, I will turn around and leave without saying a word."
"Unfortunately, there are no holy monks in your Shaolin Temple."
"If not, let's all die."
The true words just fell.
I saw that the light suddenly became dim, covering Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital like ghosts.
Endless black mist poured in from all directions. There was a strange power in this black mist, as if someone was whispering in a low voice, and even the spirit could invade the candle.
For a while, except Abbot Huiwen who could barely stay awake, the other heads of the hospital began to sink slowly.
Abbot Huiwen's complexion was as white as paper, a faint golden light emerged from his body, and he was the only one holding on to it on the field.
But even so, Abbot Huiwen felt that his strength was declining at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he would be completely defeated in half an hour at most.
Once he couldn't hold on any longer, the entire Shaolin Temple might really be destroyed.
"Could it be possible that the Shaolin Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and is it really going to be destroyed at this time?"
Abbot Huiwen looked mournful and full of despair.
Shaolin Temple is the world's great school of martial arts that has stepped out of the 'Arhat'. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has experienced countless storms. How can it be destroyed at this moment
Abbot Huiwen was full of unwillingness.
Just when Abbot Huiwen was about to detonate everything in himself, even if he couldn't die together, he would severely damage the successors of the Demon Buddha.
Outside the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.
The leaves kept falling.
Su Qin stopped sweeping the floor, raised his right hand, and gently caught a falling leaf.
"Non-vegetation."
Su Qin lowered his eyes, sighed lightly, flicked his fingers, and the fallen leaves between his fingers pierced the air in an instant, and disappeared in the direction of the Bodhidharma Court.
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(end of this chapter)