Soon.
Abbot Huiwen and the Court Heads came to the Shaolin Temple, wanting to personally confirm whether the descendant of the Devil Buddha was really dead.
It's not that Abbot Huiwen didn't believe in his disciple, but this matter was too unbelievable.
The descendant of the Devil Buddha had many means and even mastered the legendary 'Death Substitution Technique'. Even the Ancestor of the Shaolin Temple, who was suspected to be a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, was not able to kill the descendant of the Devil Buddha immediately …
In this case, how could he possibly die?
Just when Abbot Huiwen and the Court Heads were in doubt, they arrived outside the Shaolin Temple and saw Zhen Xing kneeling on the ground.
"Is it really that evil disciple?"
The Arhat Court Head was stunned.
With the eyesight of the Arhat Court Head, he naturally saw that although Zhen Xing was kneeling there at this moment and seemed to have no injuries, in fact, his aura was completely cut off.
He couldn't be more dead.
"Is he really dead?"
Abbot Huiwen finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a mountain pressing down on his shoulders.
If the descendant of the Devil Buddha didn't die, sooner or later, he would make a comeback.
But now, since the other party is dead, the crisis of the Shaolin Temple is naturally solved.
At least for the next hundred years, the Shaolin Temple can develop in peace, and there is no need to worry about the so-called descendant of the Devil Buddha.
"Such a strong fist intent!"
The pupils of the Warrior Monastery's Head shrank sharply, feeling the aura of the descendant of the Devil Buddha, and his expression became aghast.
As a Martial Artist in the Upper Realm, the Warrior Monastery Head certainly saw the cause of death of the descendant of the Devil Buddha.
"One punch is fatal, what a terrifying fist technique!"
The Disciplinary Court Head felt it carefully and couldn't help but exclaim.
The fatal wound of the descendant of the Devil Buddha was the faint fist mark on his chest.
This fist mark, with an extremely overbearing posture, destroyed the Essence, Energy, Spirit, and Internal Organs of the descendant of the Devil Buddha without any suspense.
"This is the Fist of Arhat?"
The head of the Arhat Academy seemed to have discovered something and looked aghast.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the successor of the Devil Buddha would die at the hands of one of the most basic fist techniques of the Arhat Courtyard.
"What?"
"Fist of Arhat?"
The faces of the other court heads changed.
"It really is the Fist of Arhat …"
Abbot Huiwen sighed softly and continued, "It seems that it was indeed the work of A Holy Monk from our temple …"
Abbot Huiwen had this speculation when he first heard the news of the death of the successor of the Devil Buddha.
However, he wasn't sure at that time.
Because in Abbot Huiwen's view, even if the Shaolin Temple really had A Holy Monk level ancestor alive, he must have been close to Shouyuan and his Qi and Blood were declining. Repelling the successor of the Devil Buddha was already the limit.
Otherwise, why didn't A Holy Monk kill the successor of the Devil Buddha at the first moment, but instead at the last moment?
But now …
Abbot Huiwen couldn't figure it out.
Abbot Huiwen knew all the disciples of the same generation, and it was impossible for anyone to step into First Grade.
As for the ancestors, the range was very wide. Even as the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, Hui Wen couldn't figure it out at the moment.
"Ancestors?"
"Yes, it must be A Holy Monk. Otherwise, who could kill the successor of the Devil Buddha?"
"Buddha's blessing, I didn't expect A Holy Monk to be in charge of the Shaolin Temple."
The Court Heads looked excited as they discussed in low voices.
At this moment, the Shaolin Temple not only came out of the shadow of the successor of the Devil Buddha, but also had A Holy Monk.
How could the Court Heads not be overjoyed?
If these excited Court Heads knew that in their eyes, the mysterious ancestor who killed the successor of the Devil Buddha and solved the problem of the Shaolin Temple was just a humble sweeping monk in the Chores Yard, they would be so shocked that their eyeballs would fall out.
...
Just when the successor of the Devil Buddha died and the Devil Spirit dissipated.
Far away in the back mountain of the Shaolin Temple, an extremely dark devil shadow suddenly opened his eyes.
"Interesting."
"The Demonic Will dissipated so quickly this time?"
"It shouldn't be. For nine hundred years, the foundation of the Shaolin Temple has been declining day by day, and this generation doesn't even have a First Grade. "
The devil shadow muttered to himself.
"Or did some other accident happen?"
As the devil shadow said, he got up and wanted to leave this place.
However.
The next moment.
Layers of golden seals full of strong pressure shrouded the devil shadow in an instant.
Where the golden seals touched the devil shadow, a large amount of black Devil Qi evaporated and disappeared quickly.
"Damn it."
"This seal again!"
"It's been nine hundred years, how long are you going to suppress me?!"
The devil shadow was burning with anger, but he slowly returned to his original place.
"Soon."
"I can feel that the power of the seal is declining."
"When it's weaker, I can break the seal. At that time, I will make the Shaolin Temple a river of blood!!"
As soon as the devil shadow finished his words, his figure merged into the void and disappeared completely.
...
After the matter of the successor of the Devil Buddha, many disciples of the Shaolin Temple obviously felt a sense of urgency. Even the Court Heads began to try to go further and enter the Second Grade.
Of course.
This did not include Su Qin.
Su Qin was still sweeping slowly every day, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.
On this day, the Handyman Court Head called Su Qin over.
Ten years had passed, and the Handyman Court Head was much older, with many wrinkles on his face.
On the path of Martial Arts, even a First Grade martial artist could not stay young forever. At most, he could only slow down the speed of aging.
"Zhen Guan, how long have you been in the Shaolin Temple?"
The Handyman Court Head put down what he was busy with and suddenly asked.
"How long?"
Su Qin paused and continued, "Ten years."
"Yes, ten years." The Handyman Court Head was full of emotion. "Ten years ago, I shaved your head and led you to the Handyman Court."
"Ten years have passed in a flash …"
Su Qin listened to the Handyman Court Head's words and did not say anything.
"You have been a sweeping monk for ten years, do you have any resentment in your heart?" The Handyman Court Head asked.
"Resentment?"
Su Qin was slightly stunned.
He could not wait to be happy. How could he have any resentment?
"Never."
Su Qin said truthfully.
"Not arrogant, not impatient, not frightened by favor or disgrace." 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 among the disciples of this generation of Shaolin Temple, the one with the highest state of mind is a sweeping monk."
In fact, if Su Qin was an old man in his fifties or sixties, the Handyman Court Head would not find it strange that he could do this.
But Su Qin was not.
From ten to twenty years old, the most precious ten years of one's life were spent on sweeping the floor and doing nothing. How could anyone not be a little unwilling?
What's more, in the Shaolin Temple, a great martial arts sect in the world, where divine skills and unique skills were close at hand, he could only sweep the floor …
This kind of gap was enough to drive people crazy.
But Su Qin did not. At least the Handyman Court Head could not see any dissatisfaction in Su Qin.
Just based on this point, Su Qin was enough to surpass the so-called geniuses of Arhat Monastery and Warrior Monastery.
Even some of the Court Heads were not as good as Su Qin in terms of state of mind.
"The Court Head must be mistaken."
"I'm just a sweeping monk. I don't understand the state of mind."
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