soon.
Su Qin returned to the forbidden area of Houshan.
Although the supreme magical skill of setting beads and subduing demons is a good attacking magical skill, Su Qin didn't spend much time on it.
After all, Su Qin knew that no matter what kind of magical power he had, it all depended on his own cultivation.
Time passed slowly.
Su Qin returned to the long and peaceful days again.
Sign in, practice, understand the world, and occasionally point out 'Xuanku'.
Of course, Su Qin just pointed out 'Xuan Ku' a little bit, and did not choose a future path for 'Xuan Ku'.
Martial arts practice, especially reaching the realm of a first-rank grand master, those who look like live, and those who look like die.
Every master of the first rank can only achieve his own transformation and achieve the ultimate first rank only by walking out of his own way.
'Xuan Ku' possesses the mind of a Buddha and is naturally intelligent. Even if he is a first-rank Dzogchen warrior, it is impossible to affect him.
But Su Qin is different.
As a venerable Arhat of the third heaven, every move will have an indelible impact on 'Xuanku'.
Maybe these influences are good for 'Xuan Ku', but they may be bad.
Therefore, Su Qin simply let it go, and only pointed out a few words when 'Xuan Ku' was in doubt.
Let the rest develop.
Just when Su Qin was immersed and practicing again.
Many disciples of Shaolin Temple have also undergone extremely significant changes.
The back mountain is filled with mist, and every disciple who has been in the temple for more than ten years can practice near the back mountain.
Under the shroud of mist, even warriors who have not been exposed to the vitality of heaven and earth, such as those in the middle three realms and the lower three realms, can feel that their physical bodies are nourished and gradually become stronger.
this day.
The inspecting monk Zhenzhi had just returned from practicing near the back mountain when he saw several other disciples discussing something in a low voice.
"What are you talking about?"
Zhenzhi walked over and asked a casual question.
At this moment, Zhenzhi was still a little amazed at the effect of the fog in the back mountain.
As a disciple of the "Zhen" generation, Zhenzhi has been in the temple for decades, so he is naturally qualified to practice near the forbidden area of the back mountain.
At first, Zhenzhi didn't take it seriously, thinking that what's the use of fog
But with this period of practice, Zhenzhi clearly felt the changes in his physical body.
Even Zhenzhi faintly felt that the qi and blood in his physical body were flourishing again.
How incredible is this
You must know that the blood of a warrior gradually increases from birth until it reaches a peak and then falls back.
Perhaps because of martial arts training, 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 passing the peak period.
Originally, Zhenzhi was in this situation, and his blood had already begun to decay.
If there are no accidents, there will be no improvement in future strength, and the achievements in this life will stop here.
But now, Zhenzhi actually felt that Qi and blood had a slight tendency to flourish.
"The Fog"
The fog that covered the sky and the earth in the forbidden area of Houshan appeared again in Zhenzhi's mind.
But in the meditation of true wisdom.
The few disciples beside him who were talking quietly raised their heads and said to Zhenzhi, "Brother Zhenzhi."
"Brother Zhenzhi, we are talking about the venerable person in the back mountain."
A disciple looked around, lowered his voice, and said in a tone of awe.
"My lord?"
Zhenzhi frowned, and looked at these disciples: "Is your venerable something you can talk about casually?"
"Brother Zhenzhi, we absolutely have no intention of disrespecting the Venerable."
"We are just curious about what kind of person His Holiness is"
The disciple who had just started to speak hurriedly replied, lest Zhenzhi think that he disrespected the Venerable.
"You don't even dare."
Zhenzhi glanced at the disciples, shook his head and said, "You don't need to think too much about what kind of person the venerable is. You just need to remember that the height of the venerable is beyond the comprehension of mere mortals."
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 tens of thousands of miles away from Wudang.
But at this moment, all these disciples are standing here, as if they are waiting for something.
"Is Master going to leave the customs?"
A Wudang Mountain disciple's voice was trembling, and he looked at the ancient hall in the distance and said in a low voice.
"Uncle Master said so."
Zhang Xiao also stood by and replied in a low voice.
"Why did Master leave the customs?" The second Wudang Mountain disciple turned his eyes to Zhang Xiao and asked solemnly.
Reverend Zhang has been able to dominate the world for decades without ever leaving Wudang. This disciple couldn't figure out why Reverend Zhang would announce his departure at this time.
Zhang Xiao thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Some time ago, I went down the mountain to travel around the world, but I met an enemy in Wudang Mountain. This enemy is a first-rank grand master and wanted to kill me."
When Zhang Xiao said this, he paused, and continued: "Maybe Master knows about this, and then wants to go out to avenge me?"
"impossible!"
The Wudang Mountain disciple who just started to speak shook his head and said: "Master's retreat is to break through the supreme way, and it is impossible for ordinary things to disturb Master."
"If you die, Master may leave the customs to avenge you, but you are not dead, and there is still room for redemption. At most, Master ordered me to go down the mountain to find out the truth, and it is impossible to leave the customs in person."
As soon as this word came out.
The other Wudang Mountain disciples immediately nodded.
Although Zhenren Zhang defended his shortcomings, nothing happened to Zhang Xiao.
In this case, Zhang Zhenren will definitely not go out for this matter.
While many Wudang Mountain disciples were waiting.
Click.
The door of that ancient hall was pushed open without a sound.
A man in Taoist robes with ancient features came out slowly.
His skin is like jade, his eyes are clear, his age cannot be seen, his movements are meticulous, as if he has a strange charm.
As soon as the Taoist came out, all the Wudang Mountain disciples bowed together and shouted loudly:
"Welcome Master to leave the customs."
"Welcome master to leave the customs."
The sound was so loud that it spread for miles.
After a while, Zhang Zhenren looked around and said:
"You guys get up."
This so-called Daoist Zhang, who is known as the coercion of the world, does not have a trace of martial artist in his body at this moment, as if he is an ordinary person.
"Master, did you break through?"
A disciple of Wudang Mountain couldn't help asking tentatively.
When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed, and they stared closely at Master Zhang.
If Zhang Zhenren really took the step in the legend, then Wudang Mountain will continue to coerce the world for three hundred years.
"breakthrough?"
Zhang Zhenren smiled, shook his head and said: "The road to mythology is so difficult. Even if I retreat for a hundred years, I still won't be able to break through."
"Then what is the purpose of Master's exit this time?"
The disciple who started to speak asked cautiously.
"Go down the mountain."
Zhang Zhenren raised his head, looked in the direction of Shaolin Temple, and said softly: "Seek the Tao!"
(end of this chapter)