Sign In Buddha’s Palm
Sign In Buddha’s Palm - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Urgency.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

Quickly.

Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads went outside of the Shaolin Temple, wanting to personally confirm whether the descendant of the Demon Buddha was really dead or not.

It’s not that Abbot Hui Wen doesn’t believe the disciple, but rather this fact was too unbelievable.

The Demon Buddha has many methods of escape, even mastering the legendary [Death Substitution Technique]. Even the ancestor of the Shaolin Temple, the suspected Grade 1 Great Grandmaster that struck with the leaf just now, failed to kill the descendant of the Demon Buddha the first time…

So if this was the case, how could he have died?

Abbot Hui Wen and the Heads were shocked. They had arrived at the outside of the Shaolin Temple and indeed saw Zhen Xing kneeling on the ground.

“It’s really that villain?”

The Arhat Court Head was stunned.

He could see that although Zhen Xing was kneeling there at this moment, and he does not seem to have any visible injuries, but in fact his breath has already been completely cut off.

Since he already died once, he can’t escape death again.

“He’s really dead?”

Abbot Hui Wen finally relaxed and felt that the mountain on his shoulders was finally lifted off.

If the descendant of the Demon Buddha still did not die, sooner or later there will be a day that he’ll return stronger than ever and destroy the Temple.

But now, since the opponent is dead, the crisis of the Shaolin Temple is naturally solved.

Well at least this century, the Shaolin Temple can have a peace of mind, without worrying about the so-called descendant of the Demon Buddha.

“Such a strong fist!”

The pupils of the Martial Monk Court Head suddenly shrank, feeling the aura that came from the descendant of the Demon Buddha. He was shocked.

As a martial artist in the Upper Realm, the Martial Monk Court Head certainly saw through the cause of the death of the descendant of the Demon Buddha.

“That one punch was so deadly… It’s a terrifying punch!”

The Head took a closer look and couldn’t help exclaiming.

The Demon Buddha’s descendant’s fatal wound was marked by a faint fist mark on his chest.

This fist mark had a very domineering aura, destroying the Essence, Qi, Spirit and internal organs of the descendant of the Demon Buddha.

“This is… [Arhat Fist]?”

The Arhat Court Head seems to have discovered something, and was shocked.

He didn’t even dream of it, who would’ve thought that the descendant of the Demon Buddha died from one of the most basic fist techniques of the Arhat Court.

“What?”

“[Arhat Fist]?”

The other Heads’ complexion also changed.

“It is indeed [Arhat Fist]…”

Abbot Hui Wen sighed and continued: “It seems that it is indeed done by an Ancestor Holy Monk from our Shaolin Temple that was in hiding…”

As soon as he heard the news of the death of the Demon Buddha, Abbot Hui Wen had this guess.

It’s just that he was not certain at that time.

In the eyes of Abbot Hui Wen, even if there was an Ancestor Holy Monk hiding in the Shaolin Temple, he must be nearing the end of his life and his life essence was decaying. He should be at his limit after defeating the descendant of the Demon Buddha.

Otherwise, why didn’t the Ancestor take the initiative to suppress and kill the descendant of the Demon Buddha at the first instance, instead of attacking with the leaf at the last moment?

But in this generation…

Abbot Hui Wen couldn’t figure it out.

In this generation of disciples, Abbot Hui Wen knows that it was impossible for someone to enter Grade 1.

As for if there were still other Ancestors, the Temple is very deep. Even if Hui Wen is the Abbot, he can’t think of an exact guess.

“An Ancestor?”

“Yes, it must be an Ancestor at the Holy Monk level. Otherwise, who else can kill the descendant of the Demon Buddha?”

“This is Buddha Blessing! Ah, I didn’t expect that the Shaolin Temple still has a Holy Monk left.”

The Heads were excited as they chattered in low voices.

At this moment, not only did the Shaolin Temple overcome the danger of the descendant of the Demon Buddha, but also came to know of the existence of an Ancestor hiding in plain sight.

How could this not make the Heads not happy?

But if these excited Heads knew that the unfathomable Ancestor that killed the descendant of the Demon Buddha was nothing but a Handyman Court Sweeping Monk, one can just imagine how shocked they would be. Their eyes would probably fall out of their sockets from shock.

…

When the descendant of the Demon Buddha died, the Demonic Will also dissipated.

Deep in the Shaolin Temple Back Mountain, an extremely gloomy phantom suddenly opened its eyes.

“Interesting.”

“The Demonic Will dissipated so quickly this time?”

“It can’t be? For the last nine hundred years, the Shaolin temple’s heritage has been getting worse by the day, and this generation does not even have a Grade 1.”

The phantom muttered to itself.

“Or maybe there’s another accident that happened?”

The phantom tried to get up and leave the place.

However.

A golden seal instantly enveloped the phantom.

A large amount of demonic energy dissipated at the place where the golden seal came into contact with the phantom.

“Damn it.”

“It’s this seal again!”

“Nine hundred years, how long will you suppress me?!”

The phantom burned with anger, but he slowly returned to his original place.

“It’s coming soon.”

“I can feel that the power of the seal is declining.”

“When it gets weaker, I can finally break away from the seal. By then, I will let the Shaolin Temple flow into a river of blood!!!”

As the phantom’s words sounded, its figure disappeared into the void.

…

After the Demon Buddha incident, many of the disciples in the Shaolin Temple clearly had a sense of urgency in their hearts, and even the Courts Heads were beginning to try and see whether they could go further and enter Grade 2.

But of course.

This does not include Su Qin.

Su Qin still swept the floor every day, as if everything happening had nothing to do with him.

On this day, the Handyman Court Head called Su Qin over.

Ten years have already passed, the Handyman Court Head has already grown a lot older, with many wrinkles on his face.

The path of the Martial Dao is treacherous and long. Even if one is a Grade 1 Martial Artist, one cannot achieve eternal youth. At best, one can only slow down the speed of aging.

“Zhen Guan, how long have you been in Shaolin Temple?”

The Handyman Court Head put down the things he was busy with, and suddenly asked.

“How long?”

Su Qin paused, before answering: “Ten years.”

“Yes, ten years.” The Handyman Court Head was full of emotion, “Ten years ago, I brought you to the Handyman Court.”

“Ten years have passed in a flash…”

Su Qin only listened to the Handyman Court Head, and did not speak.

“Being a Sweeping Monk for ten years, is there any grievance in your heart?” The Handyman Court Head asked.

“Resentment?”

Su Qin was slightly taken aback.

He is very much happy, how could there be resentment?

“None.”

Su Qin answered truthfully.

“No arrogance, no rashness, no humiliation.” The Handyman Court Head stared at Su Qin for a while, and finally a trace of ridicule appeared on his face, “I didn’t expect that in this generation of disciples, the one with the highest state of mind turned out to be a Sweeping Monk.”

If Su Qin was a fifty to sixty-year-old man, he could believe it and he would not find it strange.

But Su Qin was clearly not old.

From ten to twenty years old, the most precious ten years of life of his life, was spent on sweeping the floor. Doing so to accomplish nothing. For anyone, how could there be no unwillingness in his heart?

Much more in a Great Sect like the Shaolin Temple where Divine Arts is close to one’s hand, but one can only sweep the floor…

This kind of gap is enough to make people crazy.

But Su Qin did not. At least the Handyman Court Head could not see that Su Qin had any dissatisfaction.

On this aspect, Su Qin beat the so-called geniuses of the Arhat Court and Martial Monk Court.

Even among the Court Heads, some of them were not as good as Su Qin in terms of state of mind.

“Court Head must be mistaken.”

“I’m just a Sweeping Monk, how could I have a high state of mind?”

Su Qin immediately denied.