Outside the Dharma Court.
Abbot Huiwen's face was pale. A black palm print could be faintly seen on his lower abdomen.
This palm print seemed to have penetrated deep into Abbot Huiwen's bone marrow. Strands of Devil Qi lingered like maggots in tarsal bones.
Behind Abbot Huiwen, the Court Heads were staring at the young man with black eyes.
"Zhen Xing, you, how could you …" The Arhat Court Head's face was full of anger.
The young man in front of him was the genius disciple of the Arhat Court, Zhen Xing.
Just an hour ago, Zhen Xing informed Abbot Huiwen and the Court Heads that he knew about the Devil Buddha.
But at the critical moment, he sneakily attacked Abbot Huiwen and succeeded.
"Stop talking."
At this moment, Abbot Huiwen took a deep breath and barely suppressed his injuries. He looked at Zhen Xing: "Zhen Xing, you are this generation's successor of the Devil Buddha, right?"
Nine hundred years ago, a certain Patriarch of the Shaolin Temple who attained the Arhat Buddhahood had suppressed the Devil Buddha in the back mountain.
Since then, every hundred years, a Devil Will would break free from the seal and bewitch the disciples of the Shaolin Temple.
Any disciple of the Shaolin Temple who was bewitched would consider themselves as the successor of the Devil Buddha. Their strength would be strengthened by the Devil Will, and they could climb to Rank 2 or even Rank 1 in a short time.
In addition, every successor of the Devil Buddha would hate the Shaolin Temple and would aim to destroy the Shaolin Temple.
In the past nine hundred years, the Shaolin Temple had produced eight successors of the Devil Buddha.
And Zhen Xing was the ninth.
In order to get rid of the first eight successors of the Devil Buddha, the Shaolin Temple paid a heavy price. Especially in the last hundred years, the remaining four A Holy Monks of the Shaolin Temple did not hesitate to use forbidden arts to kill the successor of the Devil Buddha.
As a result, the four A Holy Monks passed away one after another. Sixty years ago, the last A Holy Monk passed away, and the Shaolin Temple no longer had a Holy Monk.
"Hahahaha."
"Yes, I'm the successor of the Devil Buddha!"
Zhen Xing did not bother to deny it, and openly admitted his identity.
The successor of the Devil Buddha ….
Even if they had already guessed it, the Court Heads' expressions, when they heard these four words.
For the Shaolin Temple, the successor of the Devil Buddha was more like a curse. Once every hundred years, it would drag down the Shaolin Temple.
Otherwise, with the heritage of the Shaolin Temple as one of the major martial arts sects in the world, they would not be unable to cultivate even one A Holy Monk in this generation.
"Zhen Xing, how dare you do this? The Shaolin Temple has been good to you, accepting you as a disciple and teaching you divine arts. You …. "
The Court Head of the Arhat Court stared at Zhen Xing, and his eyes seemed to spit fire.
Zhen Xing had been in the Shaolin Temple for ten years, and the Court Head of the Arhat Court had really trained him as a nephew. He even prepared to let Zhen Xing take over the position of the Court Head of the Arhat Court in the future.
But he never dreamed that Zhen Xing dared to do such a disgraceful thing.
"Not bad?"
Zhen Xing heard this, and his face was full of sarcasm. "My family of eighteen was slaughtered, and what is the Shaolin Temple doing?"
"Senior brother comforted me, the Court Head comforted me, and the Abbot comforted me. But you know, what I want is not comfort at all!"
Every time Zhen Xing said a word, the surrounding Devil Qi soared.
"As a major martial arts sect in the world, the Shaolin Temple claims to be righteous, and only knows how to comfort people?"
Zhen Xing's words were full of killing intent. "Hypocrites, hypocrites, Shaolin Temple should be destroyed!"
As soon as Zhen Xing's voice fell, the Devil Qi began to shake wildly.
Vaguely, a half-gold and half-black Devil Buddha's golden body appeared behind Zhen Xing.
"Comfort?"
The Court Head of the Warrior Monastery was furious. "Then do you know that in order to avenge you, senior brother did not hesitate to violate the precepts, went down the mountain without permission, and hunted down the murderer for three months, and killed him in the vast sea in the west?"
"Okay."
"No need to say more."
The Court Head of the Arhat Court calmed down and looked at Zhen Xing. "The successor of the Devil Buddha is a great enemy of the Shaolin Temple. Since you are the successor of the Devil Buddha, this poor monk will personally clean up the sect."
The Court Head of the Arhat Court Head's skin faintly turned golden.
As one of the most knowledgeable people in the Shaolin Temple on the [Vajra Unbreakable Divine Art], the Court Head of the Arhat Court Head was much stronger than the other Court Heads even though he was still some distance away from mastering the [Vajra Unbreakable Divine Art].
Coupled with the vigorous internal force of a third-grade martial artist, from a certain point of view, the Court Head of the Arhat Court Head's strength could at least be ranked in the top three among the Court Heads.
"The murderer was killed?"
Zhen Xing was slightly stunned. Then, a strong black light appeared in the depths of his pupils again. "So what, can my family of eighteen live?"
Boom!!!
The Devil Qi was monstrous.
The Court Heads took action at the first moment, faintly forming a large array.
Abbot Huiwen sat cross-legged, suppressing the black palm print on his lower abdomen.
However.
A moment later.
Crack.
The Court Heads suddenly retreated, their faces were as pale as paper, and they spat out blood on the spot.
"It's useless."
"I'm already a second-grade martial artist. You're too weak."
Zhen Xing smiled contemptuously.
"Huiwen, are you still not going to take action?"
Zhen Xing's eyes turned, looking at Abbot Huiwen, and said mockingly, "The power of the Devil Buddha is not so easy to recover."
"Besides, even if you recover, what can you do? You're a second-grade martial artist, and I'm also a second-grade martial artist. The power of the Devil Buddha naturally restrains Buddhist techniques. Even if you recover to your peak, you're still not my opponent. "
Zhen Xing's killing intent was boiling. "If your Shaolin Temple has A Holy Monk, I'll turn around and leave without saying a word."
"Unfortunately, your Shaolin Temple doesn't have A Holy Monk."
"Since you don't have one, go to hell."
As soon as Zhen Xing finished his words.
The light suddenly became dim, like a ghost shrouding Abbot Huiwen and the Court Heads.
Endless black fog surged in from all directions. Within this black fog, there was a strange power. It was as if someone was whispering, and even their consciousness could invade it.
For a moment, except for Abbot Huiwen who could barely stay awake, the other Court Heads began to slowly sink.
Abbot Huiwen's face was as pale as paper, and a faint golden light emerged from his body. He was the only one on the field who was holding on.
But even so, Abbot Huiwen also felt that his strength was declining at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he would be completely defeated in a quarter of an hour at most.
Once he couldn't hold on, the whole Shaolin Temple would probably be destroyed.
"Is the Shaolin Temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, really going to be destroyed at this time?"
Abbot Huiwen's face was full of grief and despair.
The Shaolin Temple was a major martial arts sect in the world that had 'Arhat'. It had been passed down for thousands of years and had gone through countless storms. How could it be destroyed at this time?
Abbot Huiwen was full of reluctance.
Just as Abbot Huiwen was ready to detonate everything he had, even if he couldn't die together with his opponent, he was going to severely injure the successor of the Devil Buddha …
Outside the Sutra Depository.
Leaves kept falling.
Su Qin stopped sweeping the floor, raised his right hand, and gently pinched a falling leaf.
"Humans are not plants …"
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