Chapter 11

Soon.

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the court came to Shaolin Temple to confirm whether the successor of the devil Buddha was really dead.

It's not that Abbot Huiwen doesn't believe in his disciples, but this fact is too incredible.

There are many ways to pass on demons and Buddhas, and they have even mastered the legendary technique of "substituting for death.". Even the ancestor of Shaolin Temple, who was suspected to be the great master of Yipin, failed to kill the successor of the magic Buddha at the first time....

How could he die in this case?

Just when Abbot Hui heard that Abbot Hui and all the heads of the court were surprised, they came to Shaolin Temple and saw the truth kneeling on the ground.

"Is that really the villain?"

The head of Luohan hospital was dazed.

With the eyes of the head of Luohan hospital, we can naturally see that although Zhenxing kneels there at the moment, it seems that there is no injury, but in fact his breath has been completely cut off.

The dead cannot die again.

"Really dead?"

Abbot Hui Wen was relieved at last. He felt a mountain on his shoulder coming down.

If the descendants of the devil Buddha do not die, they will come back one day sooner or later.

But now that the other party is dead, the Shaolin Temple crisis will be solved.

For at least one hundred years, Shaolin Temple will be able to develop with ease, and there is no need to worry about the so-called successors of the magic Buddha.

"Such a strong sense of boxing!"

The pupil of the head of the martial monk's Monastery suddenly shrank, and he felt the breath of the descendant of the devil Buddha and looked shocked.

As a warrior in the upper three realms, the head of the martial monk's Academy certainly knows the cause of death of the descendant of the demon Buddha.

"One blow is fatal. What a terrible fight!"

The head of the commandment hall felt it carefully and couldn't help exclaiming.

The mortal wound of the demon Buddha is the faint fist seal on his chest.

This fist seal, with a very domineering attitude, has destroyed the essence, Qi, spirit and internal organs of the descendants of the demon Buddha without any suspense.

"This is Luohan boxing?"

The head of Luohan courtyard seems to have found something, and he looks shocked.

He never dreamed that the successor of the devil Buddha had died on the most basic boxing in the Luohan Academy.

"What?"

"Luohan boxing?"

The faces of the heads of other hospitals changed.

"It's really Luohan Boxing..."

Abbot Huiwen sighed and continued: "it seems that it's really the hand of the saint monk of Shaolin Temple..."

when he heard the news of the death of the demon Buddha, abbot Huiwen had this guess.

It's just not sure at the time.

In Abbot Huiwen's opinion, even if the ancestors of Shaolin temple really survive, they must be close to longevity, and their Qi and blood are declining. It is the limit to defeat the descendants of demons and Buddhas.

Otherwise, why didn't the monk kill the successor of the demon Buddha at the first time, but at the last moment?

But now...

Abbot Huiwen is not sure.

The disciples of the same generation, abbot Huiwen, knew each other. It was impossible for anyone to enter the same class.

As for the ancestors, the scope is very wide. Even Huiwen, as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, can't think of it for a moment.

"Ancestors?"

"That's right. It must be the holy monk, or who can kill the demon Buddha."

"Blessed by the Buddha, I didn't expect that there were holy monks in Shaolin Temple."

The heads of the court looked excited and began to talk in a low voice.

At this moment, Shaolin Temple is not only out of the shadow of the demon Buddha, but also has a saint monk.

How can the headmen not be overjoyed?

If these headmen with excited faces knew that in their eyes, the mysterious master who raised his hand to kill the descendants of the magic Buddha and solve the century old problem of Shaolin Temple was just a humble floor sweeper in the scurvy hall, I'm afraid his eyes would fall.

...

at the time of the death of the Buddha and the dissipation of the evil thoughts.

Far behind the Shaolin Temple, a dark shadow suddenly opened his eyes.

"Interesting."

"This time, the evil idea dissipated so quickly?"

"No? Over the past nine hundred years, the inside information of Shaolin Temple has been getting worse every day, and this generation even has no products. "

The shadow murmured to himself.

"Or something else?"

As he spoke, the shadow got up and wanted to leave the place.

However.

The next moment.

A heavy gold seal full of heavy prestige will cover the shadow in an instant.

Where the golden seal contacts with the shadow, a large amount of black magic gas evaporates and disappears quickly.

"Damn it."

"It's the seal again!"

"Nine hundred years, how long do you want to suppress me?"The devil's shadow burns in anger, but slowly returns to its original place.

"Soon."

"I can feel that the power of the seal is declining."

"When I am weaker, I will be able to break the seal. At that time, I will make Shaolin Temple a river of blood!"

The shadow words just fall, body shape into the void, completely disappear.

...

after the event of the successor of the magic Buddha, many disciples of Shaolin Temple obviously felt a sense of urgency. Even the headmen of Shaolin Temple began to try whether they could go further and enter the second class.

Of course.

This does not include su Qin.

Su Qin still sweeps the floor slowly every day, as if everything that happens outside has nothing to do with him.

On this day, Su Qin, the head of the miscellaneous service hospital, called him over.

Ten years later, the head of the factotum became much older and had many wrinkles on his face.

Along the way, even those who are good at martial arts can't keep their youth forever. At most, they can only slow down the speed of aging.

"Zhenguan, how long have you been in Shaolin Temple?"

The head of the hospital put down his busy work and asked suddenly.

"How long?"

After a pause, Suqin continued, "ten years."

"Yes, ten years." "Ten years ago, I was shaving for you and leading you into the factotum," the head of the factotum said

"Ten years have passed in a flash..."

Su Qin listened to the words of the head of the hospital, but did not speak.

"After being a floor sweeper for ten years, do you feel resentful?" Asked the head of the factotum.

"Resentment?"

Su Qin was slightly stunned.

He is too happy to be angry?

"Never."

Su Qin said truthfully.

"Neither arrogance nor rashness, neither favor nor disgrace." The head of the factotum court stared at Su Qin for a while, and finally a trace of ridicule appeared on his face. "Unexpectedly, among the disciples of this generation of Shaolin Temple, the one with the highest mood is actually a floor sweeper?"

In fact, if Su Qin was a 50-60-year-old man, it would not be strange for him to be able to do so.

But Su Qin is not.

Ten to twenty years old, the most precious ten years of life, used in sweeping the floor above, mediocre, in exchange for anyone, how can there be no unwilling heart?

What's more, in such a world as Shaolin Temple, there are a lot of martial arts, and their unique skills are close at hand, but they can only sweep the floor...

this gap is enough to make people crazy.

But Su Qin didn't, at least the head of the general hospital didn't see any dissatisfaction.

With this alone, Su Qin was able to surpass the so-called talents of the Luohan academy and the wuseng Academy.

Even the heads of the court, some people are not as good as Su Qin in mood.

"The head of the hospital should be wrong."

"I'm just a floor sweeper. I don't understand if I'm not in a mood."

Su Qin said immediately.

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