Chapter 8

Outside the Dharma courtyard.

Huiwen Abbot's face was pale. In his lower abdomen, he could see a dark palm print.

This handprint seems to go deep into Abbot Huiwen's bone marrow, and the wisps of evil Qi are lingering like maggots of tarsal bones.

Behind Abbot Huiwen, the heads of the court are staring at the young man who is shooting at the black awn.

"Truth, you, how can you..." the head of Luohan hospital was angry.

In front of him, this young man is the true nature of the gifted disciple of Luohan Academy.

Just half an hour ago, Zhenxing informed Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the court on the ground of knowing about the "magic Buddha".

But at the critical moment, he secretly attacked Abbot Huiwen and succeeded.

"Don't say it."

At this time, abbot Huiwen took a deep breath, barely suppressed the injury, and looked at Zhenxing: "Zhenxing, you are the descendant of this generation of magic Buddha."

Since 900 years ago, a founder of Shaolin Temple who has proved the title of "Luohan" suppressed the magic Buddha in the back mountain.

After that, every hundred years, some demons would break away from the seal and bewitch the disciples of Shaolin Temple.

Any bewitched Shaolin Temple disciple takes himself as a descendant of the magic Buddha, and his own strength is strengthened by the magic idea, so he can climb to the second grade or even the first grade in a short time.

In addition, every descendant of the magic Buddha will hate Shaolin Temple and take the destruction of Shaolin Temple as the goal.

In the past nine hundred years, there have been eight successors of the magic Buddha in Shaolin Temple.

The truth is the ninth.

In order to solve the problem of the first eight successors, Shaolin Temple paid a heavy price, especially in the last hundred years, the only four monks in Shaolin temple did not hesitate to use the forbidden technique to kill the successors.

As a result, the four holy monks died one after another. Sixty years ago, the last holy monk died, and there was no holy monk in Shaolin Temple.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

"Yes, I am the descendant of the magic Buddha!"

Truth disdains to deny, and Dafang admits his identity.

Even if you had guessed it for a long time, when you heard these four words, your looks were extremely ugly.

For Shaolin Temple, it is more like a curse. Once every hundred years, it brings down Shaolin Temple.

Otherwise, with Shaolin Temple's abundant knowledge of martial arts, this generation will not be able to cultivate even a holy monk.

"Truth, how dare you do that?"?! Shaolin Temple is good for you. It takes you as a disciple and teaches you divine skills. You....

the head of Luohan Temple stares at the truth, and seems to be able to spray flames out of his eyes.

Zhenxing has been in Shaolin temple for ten years, and the head of the Luohan academy really cultivates each other as a nephew, and even plans to let Zhenxing take over the position of the head of the Luohan Academy in the future.

But he never dreamed that Zhenxing would dare to do such a wicked thing.

"Not thin?"

Hearing the words, Zhenxing scoffed: "my family of 18 has been slaughtered. What are you doing in Shaolin Temple?"

"The elder martial brother comforted me, the head of the hospital comforted me, and the abbot comforted me, but do you know that what I want is not comfort at all!"

Every time the truth says a word, the evil Qi around it soars one point.

"Shaolin Temple, as one of the most powerful martial arts schools in the world, can only comfort people if it regards itself as the right way?"

In the words of truth, the intention of killing is boiling: "if you are hypocritical, you should destroy Shaolin Temple in a moment!"

As soon as the true voice falls, the evil spirit begins to shake wildly.

Vaguely, a half gold and half black gold body of the magic Buddha emerged from behind the truth.

"Comfort?"

The head of the martial monk's Academy was furious: "do you know that in order to avenge you, elder martial brother didn't hesitate to break the commandments, went down the mountain without permission, pursued and killed the murderer for three months, and killed the murderer in the Western sea?"

"All right."

"Needless to say."

The head of the Luohan Temple calmed down and looked at the truth: "the descendant of the magic Buddha is the great enemy of Shaolin Temple. Since you are the descendant of the magic Buddha, I should clean up the door myself."

The skin of the head of the Luohan hospital is golden.

As one of the people who have the most research on "Vajra not bad" in Shaolin Temple, even though the head of Luohan academy is a long way away from Dacheng's "Vajra not bad" skill, his physical body is much better than other heads.

Combined with the powerful internal power of the top three martial arts masters, in a way, the strength of the head of the Luohan academy can at least rank in the top three.

"The murderer was killed?"

Zhenxing was a little stunned, and then, deep in his pupils, a strong black awn appeared again: "so what, my family can survive?"

Boom!!!

The evil spirit is so powerful.

The heads of the court took the first step and formed a big array.

But Abbot Huiwen sat cross on his knees, suppressing his belly to produce the dark palm print.

However.

A moment later.Click.

I saw the head of the courtyard suddenly retreat, look pale as paper, vomited blood on the spot.

"It's no use."

"I have entered the second grade. You are too weak."

A real scornful smile.

"Huiwen, don't you do it yet?"

As soon as she turned her eyes, she looked at Abbot Huiwen and said, "the power of the devil and Buddha is not so easy to recover."

"Besides, even if you recover, what can you do? You are the second grade, and I am also the second grade. The power of the magic Buddha naturally restrains Buddhism. Even if you return to your heyday, you are not my opponent. "

"If you have monks in Shaolin Temple, I'll leave without saying a word," he said

"It's a pity that you don't have monks in Shaolin Temple."

"If not, go to hell."

The true discourse has just come to an end.

I saw that the light suddenly became dim, like ghosts, covering Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the court.

Endless black fog from all directions, these black fog, with strange power, as if someone is whispering, even the spirit can invade the candle.

For a moment, apart from Abbot Huiwen's ability to keep sober, other headmen began to sink slowly.

Huiwen Abbot's face is as white as paper. A light golden light emerges from his body. He is the only one in the field.

But even so, abbot Huiwen also felt that his strength was declining at the speed visible to the naked eye, and he would be defeated completely in half an hour at most.

Once he can't hold on, the whole Shaolin Temple will be destroyed.

"Is it hard to succeed? Shaolin Temple has been handed down for thousands of years. Is it really going to be destroyed at this time?"

Huiwen Abbot looked sad and despairing.

Shaolin Temple is the world's largest martial arts temple that has gone out of Luohan. It has been passed on for thousands of years. How can it be destroyed at this moment?

Huiwen abbot is full of discontent.

Just when Abbot Huiwen is ready to explode everything, even if he can't die together, he will also hurt the successors of the magic Buddha...

outside the Sutra Pavilion.

The fallen leaves kept falling.

Su Qin stopped sweeping the floor, raised his right hand and gently caught a falling leaf.

"People are not plants..."

Su Qin's eyes drooped, sighed, and flicked his fingers. The fallen leaves between his fingers cut through the air in a flash and disappeared in the direction of Dharma courtyard.

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