Abbot Huiwen glanced around and knew the doubts in the Court Heads' hearts.
"Before I stepped into Grade 1, I thought the same as you, but now …" Abbot Huiwen paused before continuing.
"It wasn't until now that I realized how great the Ancestor of A Holy Monk was. Compared with him, I'm afraid I'm not even a frog at the bottom of a well …"
Huiwen's face was bitter, but there was also a trace of awe.
Not to mention the other actions of the Ancestor of A Holy Monk, just a year ago, the other party saved Abbot Huiwen from Cultivation Deviation. This kind of means is something that Abbot Huiwen will never be able to achieve in his life.
In all honesty, Abbot Hui Wen is also a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, but if he were to save a Martial Artist who had Cultivation Deviation, the only way is to barely hang on to his life at the cost of a great injury to his vitality.
As for more, Abbot Huiwen can't do it.
The human body is very complex. After Cultivation Deviation, the Martial Artist's meridians will become chaotic and their Internal Force will go berserk. Even if it is a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, if they are not careful, not only will they not be able to save the other party, they may even accelerate the degree of Cultivation Deviation.
But what about the Ancestor of A Holy Monk?
Not only did he save Abbot Huiwen's life, but he also completely recovered him. This ability to reverse life and death is not an exaggeration.
When the other Court Heads heard Abbot Huiwen's words, they looked at each other, and their hearts were in turmoil.
They did not expect that Abbot Huiwen's evaluation of the Ancestor of A Holy Monk would be so high.
Especially the Disciplinary Court Head. At first, he thought that Abbot Huiwen was being modest, but after listening for a long time, he found that Abbot Huiwen was completely sincere.
"What's with the long faces?"
"My Shaolin Temple has such an Ancestor, shouldn't it be a good thing?!"
The Bodhi Court Head saw the expressions of the Court Heads and coldly snorted.
Suddenly.
The other Court Heads suddenly woke up.
That's right.
Even if what Abbot Huiwen said was true, and the strength of A Holy Monk was unfathomable, wasn't this great news for the Shaolin Temple?
Thinking of this, the Court Heads became excited again.
What all the Court Heads, including Abbot Huiwen, did not know was that their conversation had fallen into the ears of Su Qin, who was sweeping the floor not far away.
"A Holy Monk?"
Su Qin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Although he often heard the words "A Holy Monk" from other disciples of the Shaolin Temple, Su Qin found it quite interesting that even Abbot Huiwen addressed him as "Senior."
Next.
After Abbot Huiwen chatted with the Court Heads for a while, they parted ways and returned to their respective courtyards to do their own things.
Abbot Huiwen becoming a Grade 1 A Holy Monk was certainly a happy event, but he couldn't forget other things because of this.
Su Qin also returned to the Handyman Court.
As soon as he arrived at the Handyman Court, Su Qin saw some disciples gathered together and whispered something.
"Have you heard? The Demon Sect headquarters in Yongzhou was said to have been wiped out by a nameless A Holy Monk. "
"Many Elders of the Demon Sect in the Upper Realm, and even the Sect Master of the Demon Sect, died."
"The huge Demon Sect collapsed overnight, and countless disciples of the Demon Sect fled for their lives. It was miserable."
A young Novice Monk in his teens said quickly, and his tone revealed great shock.
Su Qin was slightly stunned when he heard this.
He clearly remembered that he had done this a year ago.
How come people were still talking about it?
However, Su Qin thought about it and understood.
This world was not like Su Qin's previous life. There was no network transmission, and the speed of the news was naturally greatly reduced.
In particular, Yongzhou was thousands of miles away from the Shaolin Temple.
Perhaps Abbot Huiwen and the Court Heads had special intelligence 'channels' and knew about this matter a long time ago.
But these Novice Monks obviously didn't have such conditions.
Just as Su Qin was thinking about it.
These disciples began to talk again.
"Is it true? There are many experts in the Demon Sect headquarters. If it was so easy to wipe them out, how could the Demon Sect have existed for so many years?"
"Of course it's true. I tell you, the source of the news is absolutely possible. This is what my uncle from Yongzhou said. It's absolutely true!"
The Novice Monk who spoke first patted his chest and promised.
"I don't know which ancestor of the Shaolin Temple is A Holy Monk who wiped out the Demon Sect headquarters … To suppress the Demon Sect with his own strength, it's simply a legend!"
Many disciples whispered to each other with admiration in their eyes.
"Yes, I hope that one day I can have the strength of A Holy Monk."
The teenage Novice Monk's face was full of yearning.
"Stop dreaming. Even if you cultivate for a thousand years, you can't reach the level of A Holy Monk."
A disciple next to him rolled his eyes and said.
"That's right. If you have the time to dream, why don't you work hard? Maybe you can ask the Court Head to transfer you to the Warrior Monastery or the Arhat Monastery …"
"Well, how dare you laugh at me!!!"
The teenage Novice Monk was suddenly unhappy.
At this moment.
These disciples saw that Su Qin was walking towards them. They didn't dare to continue the conversation and dispersed.
For these disciples, Su Qin's' qualifications' were very high. He could even speak to the Court Head. Coupled with the age gap and the fact that Su Qin usually didn't talk, they were afraid of Su Qin from the bottom of their hearts.
Su Qin didn't care about these things.
For Su Qin, the 'gossip' of the disciples was something he usually listened to. He didn't take it seriously at all.
Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, another three years had passed.
In these three years, as Su Qin continued to purify his inner strength, he almost felt that the transformation of his inner strength was about to end.
"Just a little bit more."
"It should be today."
Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated. At night, he directly sneaked into the forbidden area of the back mountain and prepared to complete the transformation of his inner strength here.
The back mountain was the forbidden area of the Shaolin Temple. Coupled with the seal left by 'Tuo'Arahan' 900 years ago, it could be said to be absolutely safe and hidden.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Su Qin sat cross-legged, his inner strength surging in his body.
Buzz!!
He saw a cluster of invisible flames burning slowly, constantly purifying his inner strength.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
At a certain moment.
The inner strength in Su Qin's body seemed to have been purified to a certain qualitative change, and all of it shrank in his dantian. Then, a drop of completely liquid inner strength appeared.
Compared to the previous gaseous inner strength, the liquid inner strength was obviously much stronger, and there was a faint pressure rising.
This drop of liquid inner strength seemed to have caused a chain reaction. After that, drop after drop of liquid inner strength continued to appear and quickly integrated into every part of Su Qin's body, constantly running between his tendons and meridians.
After a few hours.
Su Qin leisurely opened his eyes. The depths of his pupils seemed to be hanging upside down, slowly rotating.
At this time, Su Qin's inner strength, Divine Sense, and body had all completed the transformation.
The three elements combined into one, and he became Grade 1 Great Perfection!
Whoosh!
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