"If there is no accident, Huiwen probably won't survive tonight."
Su Qin carefully observed the aura belonging to Abbot Huiwen in the depths of the Bodhi Court and judged in his heart.
"It's a pity."
Su Qin sighed softly.
After entering the Temple for more than ten years, although Su Qin has not received much preferential treatment, Abbot Huiwen has never deliberately targeted him.
Even after the death of the previous Court Head, Abbot Huiwen specifically looked for Su Qin and asked if Su Qin had any intention of returning to the secular world.
It can be said that as the Abbot of the Shaolin Temple, although he did not lead the Shaolin Temple to prosperity, at least he kept the foundation and let Su Qin Sign in quietly for more than ten years.
"If Huiwen dies, the Shaolin Temple will inevitably be in chaos, and it will even attract the attention of outside forces."
"At that time, it will be impossible for me to sweep the floor and Sign in as leisurely as before."
Su Qin thought in his heart.
"Forget it."
"More than ten years of fasting can't be ignored."
Su Qin's mind moved, and a few meters around him were suddenly enveloped in an inexplicable domain.
Inside the domain, the line of sight was blurred, and even the light began to distort faintly, and only a vague figure could be vaguely recognized standing there.
...
Deep in the Bodhi Court.
The Court Heads gathered, and their faces were full of grief.
"Is the Abbot really unable to be saved?"
The Dharma Court Head looked at the Bodhi Court Head and asked in a deep voice.
Over the past year, Abbot Huiwen has been in seclusion, trying to break through, and all the matters of the Shaolin Temple are handled by the Dharma Court Head.
However, the Dharma Court Head did not expect that Abbot Huiwen's breakthrough this time would have such an ending!
The Bodhi Court Head shook his head slightly, his expression solemn. "Qi deviation, his meridians are in chaos. Even if a Grade One Great Grandmaster consumes his cultivation, he can only save his life. It's basically impossible to completely recover …"
As soon as he said this.
The other Academy Heads were silent.
As a matter of fact, they were already prepared for what the patriarch of the Bodhi Hall was going to say.
The biggest taboo for martial arts cultivators was to go berserk. This was because when one went berserk, one's inner strength would collapse, and one's meridians would become chaotic. It was basically equivalent to being incurable.
"Abbot."
The Warrior Monastery's Head looked at Abbot Huiwen, who was sitting cross-legged with a face as pale as a sheet.
The other court heads also looked sorrowful.
Especially the head of the Dharma Court.
He was now taking over all the affairs of the Shaolin Temple in place of Abbot Huiwen. He immediately realized that if Abbot Huiwen passed away, what kind of influence would it have on the Shaolin Temple?
Although the Shaolin Temple had no lack of Upper Realm Martial Artists, there was only one Second Grade Martial Artist, Abbot Huiwen.
If they lost Abbot Huiwen, the Shaolin Temple was equivalent to not having a Second Grade Martial Artist.
Originally, as a Great Sect, the Shaolin Temple not having a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster was enough to arouse suspicion from the outside world.
The reason why nothing has happened so far is entirely because the Shaolin Temple has a deep heritage, and no one dares to provoke them.
But if the Shaolin Temple can't even bring out a Second Grade Martial Artist, even if their heritage is unfathomable, it is impossible to convince the public.
At that time, the Shaolin Temple would be removed from the list of Great Sects in the world, and would be directly besieged by many forces.
No matter which one it is, it is not a price that the Shaolin Temple can afford to pay.
At this moment.
Abbot Huiwen slowly opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "I was too anxious this time."
Abbot Huiwen's face was pale, without a trace of blood.
At this moment, the Internal Strength in his body was completely chaotic, and he couldn't even move. Now that he could barely speak, it was already a sign of his strong willpower.
"Abbot, you will be fine."
The Warrior Monastery's Head immediately approached, his eyes red.
Abbot Huiwen shook his head and looked at the Dharma Court's Head: "After I pass away, the Shaolin Temple will be handed over to you."
The Dharma Court's Head nodded, with a heavy expression.
No matter what, even if they have to pay a high price, the inheritance of the Shaolin Temple cannot be destroyed.
Suddenly.
At this moment.
There was a sudden noise outside the Bodhi Court.
"Who are you? How dare you break into the Bodhi Court? "
A Martial Monk's violent roar sounded.
Outside the Bodhi Court, a large number of patrolling Martial Monks stared at a vague figure as if they were facing a great enemy.
Because Abbot Huiwen was in seclusion, the Bodhi Court had long been blocked by many Martial Monks.
"Get out of the way."
Su Qin was too lazy to explain. At this moment, his figure and appearance were covered by a secret technique of Internal Strength, and no one could recognize him.
Buzz!!!
Su Qin's pace was neither fast nor slow, but every time he took a step, a terrible pressure covered them.
Under this pressure, all the Martial Monks were like ants facing a high god. Their Internal Strength stagnated in an instant, and they fell to the ground and fainted.
And this was because Su Qin did not kill them.
Otherwise, with his strength, it would have been impossible for any of the monks to survive in that instant.
Soon.
Su Qin came to the depths of the Bodhi Court.
The Heads had just heard the violent roar of the Martial Monks outside when they saw a vague figure coming in. Suddenly, their expressions changed greatly.
At this moment, even if the Heads could not react, they realized that the vague figure who suddenly broke in was an extremely terrible existence.
The many Martial Monks guarding outside the Bodhi Court were the elites of the Shaolin Temple. Even if Abbot Huiwen, a Level Two martial artist, wanted to break in, it would take a while.
But the vague figure in front of them?
Not even a moment, and he came in?
How terrible was his strength?
"Get out of here!"
The Warrior Monastery Head roared, his aura soared rapidly, and he slammed a punch at Su Qin.
This punch gathered all the strength of the Warrior Monastery Head, and even the final breakthrough was enough to make a Level Two martial artist pale in comparison.
However.
Under everyone's incredible eyes.
The punch of the Warrior Monastery Head was only ten meters away from the vague figure, but it was as if he had fallen into a quagmire and was directly imprisoned in place.
"Troublesome!"
Su Qin frowned and released a little bit of his aura.
In an instant.
A terrifying domain covered the sky and instantly enveloped the entire Bodhi Court.
Under this domain, all the Heads were like insects in amber, unable to move.
Not only that, the Internal Strength in their body seemed to have been frightened, and instantly shrank in their dantian, not daring to come out.
This scene completely stunned all the Court Heads.
They were a group of Martial Artists in the Upper Realm. Even if they were placed in the world, they could be regarded as strong.
But in front of Su Qin, they were as fragile as a baby. The other party didn't even raise his hand, and they had all lost the ability to resist.
What kind of strength could do this to such a degree?
The scalps of the Dharma Court Head and the others were numb. Looking at the vague figure, their hearts trembled in panic.
And at this moment.
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