Chapter 32

Originally, Su Qin didn't plan to go to the forbidden area in the back mountain. After all, in his reaction, there was a sense of great master in the forbidden area in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

But since Su Qin's concentration of ideas, his grasp of himself has soared again, which is not what ordinary great masters can find.

"Go and have a look."

Su Qin thought for a moment and made a decision in his heart.

Outside the forbidden area of Houshan, a large number of monks are required to inspect every moment, far more than the Zhenmo pagoda.

Under this kind of defense level, even if the great master of Yipin wants to sneak into the back mountain quietly, he may not be able to do it.

But for Su Qin, it was just a matter of taking a few more steps.

In an instant, Su Qin crossed the inspection monk and came to the forbidden area in the back mountain.

After entering the back mountain, the field of vision became much more open. Su Qin felt it carefully and walked towards the depth.

"This feeling?"

Su Qin stopped and rubbed his eyebrows.

I don't know why, the deeper he went into the forbidden area in the back mountain, the more the Golden Buddha, which symbolizes the inheritance of the Buddha's palm, began to diffuse the light of the Buddha.

"There are things related to the palm of the Tathagata in the forbidden area."

Su Qin guessed.

As the most powerful skill of Shaolin Temple, the Tathagata God palm is known as the personal transmission of Buddha, but it was lost for no reason 900 years ago.

Nine hundred years ago, in addition to the loss of the Tathagata God palm, there was a major event that almost destroyed the Shaolin Temple.

The disaster of magic Buddha.

At that time, Su Qin faintly realized that the loss of the Tathagata palm was related to the magic Buddha.

"The Tathagata divine palm is a kind of divine skill at the level of" arhat ". Only when the fruit of" arhat "is proved, can we be qualified to understand the Tathagata divine palm."

"Nine hundred years ago, the only remaining arhat in Shaolin Temple passed away in a hurry after the suppression of the magic Buddha. As a result, it was not handed down in time."

Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated, trying to restore the truth of 900 years ago.

"The" arhat "in Shaolin Temple at that time only suppressed the evil Buddha, not killed it. It shows that the" arhat "can't kill the evil Buddha, so it can only take this method to eliminate the disaster of the evil Buddha."

Su Qin thought and walked towards the back of the mountain.

A moment later.

Five pale gold hills appear in Su Qin's view.

"What's this?"

Su Qin's eyes shrank, and a strange color flashed across his face.

If you look at the five pale gold hills from a very far distance, they are more like five fingers magnified countless times.

Five fingers, suppress!

"Tathagata palm."

"This is the Tathagata palm!"

Su Qin looked up.

The five pale gold hills, though not full of breath, began to echo with the Golden Buddha in the orifices of Su Qin's Meixin ancestors.

"Nine hundred years ago, the" arhat "in Shaolin Temple was a magic Buddha suppressed by the hand of the Tathagata."

Su Qin was very sure.

If it were anyone else, even the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple, I'm afraid they would not think of these five hills together with the Buddha palm.

But Su Qin has the inheritance of the Tathagata God palm.

Although it can not be used, it is clear about the breath of the Tathagata palm.

Soon.

In front of the five hills, Su Qin found five thin and withered figures sitting cross legged.

These five figures were all in monk's robes. Their eyes were closed and their breath almost stopped. If there were no breath, Su Qin would have thought that these five monks would have died long ago.

"Five holy monks?"

Su Qin frowned.

These five figures sitting in front of the five hills are really holy monks, but their breath is very strange.

No life, no death.

"It should be a secret method to let yourself fall into a state of suspended animation and prolong longevity. You will only wake up at a specific time."

Su Qin guessed.

Su Qin has also signed in dozens of secret methods of feigning death.

But without exception, once this kind of secret method is used, the physical body will be completely rigid and lose the possibility of further development, and in feign death, it will be like falling into eternal darkness.

This kind of state, for anyone, is a kind of cruel torture. The great masters of Yipin would rather die in battle than suffer such pain.

I'm afraid that the reason why the five monks in front of the five hills are like this is to prevent the magic Buddha from breaking away from the seal and sitting down as a saint.

Of course, the five holy monks are far from being able to suppress the evil Buddha, but it is enough to cooperate with the seal left by the Tathagata palm.

"Ah..."

Su Qin sighed and sighed.

"Magic Buddha..."

Su Qin's eyes turned slightly and looked at the five pale gold hills.

Under Su Qin's induction, although the five pale gold hills exude the atmosphere of suppressing everything, he can still feel a very deep magic."Not dead for nine hundred years?"

Su Qin frowned.

According to the records of Shaolin Temple, even if the existence of "Luohan" fruit position is proved, or the myth of Wulin, it is only 500 years old.

Since the suppression of the evil Buddha, it means that there is no way to transcend the "arhat" level. In principle, after 900 years, the evil Buddha will not even have ashes left. How can there be breath left?

When Su Qin was thinking.

Hum!!

The five pale gold hills vibrated slightly.

A monk in a golden robe appeared, looked down at Su Qin, and said, "Buddhist disciples can enter Foshan, inherit from me, and glorify Buddhism."

The sound is magnificent and enlightening.

If you are a general warrior, even if you are a great master of Yipin, you will be shocked on the spot under this grand voice, thinking that there is some amazing inheritance in Foshan.

Su Qin's eyes flashed a trace of color, straight into Foshan.

A moment later.

Su Qin came to a Buddhist cave.

There are countless Buddha statues in all directions, and a strong majesty envelops them.

"If you are a Buddhist disciple, don't you kneel down!"

Monks in golden robes reappear.

However.

Su Qin didn't like it. He still stood there and looked directly at the golden robed monk.

"Buddhism stresses equality. Why kneel down?"

Su Qin said casually.

"Yes, too." The golden robed monk seemed to think of something. He nodded slightly and looked at Su Qin with approval: "under the age of 30, step into a product, your talent is enough to rank in the top five of Shaolin temple for thousands of years."

"Oh?"

Su qinrao was interested in looking at the golden robed monk: "who are you?"

"My legal name is" tuo'a "and" tuo'a "arhat."

The golden robed monk looked solemn and calm.

The "tuo'a" arhat is exactly the one that suppressed the magic Buddha in Shaolin Temple 900 years ago.

Since then, no one in Shaolin Temple has been awarded the title of Luohan.

"Piggyback?"

A smile appeared on Su Qin's face, as if he had heard a joke.

The golden robed monk frowned and was about to speak.

However.

The next moment.

Su Qin's smile gradually faded. He looked at him coldly and said something that made the golden robed monk look different:

"I should call you 'magic Buddha'...

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