Chapter 68: Escape into the empty door, the blue lantern and the ancient Buddha

The white-clothed man trembled and knelt on the ground, the mark of the flying knife on the center of his eyebrows faintly began to collapse.
You should know that the descendants of flying swords through the generations did not cultivate internal strength or physical body, and only focused on the accumulation of ‘gods’.
Of course, not repairing the internal power body does not mean that the descendant of the flying knife really does not know martial arts at all, but compared to his own powerful ‘god’, the descendant’s internal power body is negligible.
It is precisely because of this extreme that it creates the horror of each generation of flying swords.
But at this moment, the marks of flying knives that show all the "gods" of the man in white are beginning to collapse and destroy.
How incredible is this?
Perhaps a true First-Rank Dzogchen can kill the man in white, but it is impossible to destroy the ‘god’ of the man in white.
"God" not only represents the spiritual cultivation of the man in white, but also the belief of the man in white.
The body can die, but faith is not so easy to destroy.
"That is?!!"
The eyes of the flying knife bleed.
He just spread the perception through the flying knife's skill, barely approaching the forbidden ground of the back mountain, and then took a long look at it.
As a result, the vast and scorching day of nine rounds turned across, as if returning to the age of ancient mythology, the wild and ancient atmosphere was permeated, and the nine rounds of the big day came and filled the world.
How could the white-clothed man's "God" bear all that, it collapsed on the spot, and even an inexplicable backlash fell on the flesh instantly.
"How could there be such a vast and incredible'God' in the world?"
The voice of the man in white couldn't help trembling slightly.
Normally, the ‘god’ of an ordinary person is almost equivalent to a little ‘spot of light’, but the ‘god’ of a warrior may be slightly larger.
But even if it is the ‘God’ of the First-Rank Grand Master, it is no more than a fireball.
But just now, the man in white felt that ‘God’ from the Forbidden Land of the Houshan Mountain, it was like a deep emptiness, covering everything and all.
...
at the same time.
Back Mountain Forbidden Land.
Su Qin quietly [3Q Chinese www.xbshu.cn], who was running Nine Suns, opened his eyes.
"Someone is watching me?"
Su Qin frowned.
When he was practicing just now, he vaguely felt a glimpse of peeping eyes.
It can't be said to be peeping, as if an ant accidentally glanced at you from a long distance.
If he hadn't entered the realm of Arhat, Su Qin might not have noticed it. After all, this glimpse was too inconspicuous, but after attaining the Arhat status, Su Qin's control of himself and the outside world had reached the extreme.
That's why it easily locked this peek.
"interesting."
Su Qin got up? Take one step.
In an instant.
Su Qin left the Houshan Forbidden Land and came to a corner of Shaolin Temple.
In front of Su Qin? It was the man in white who was trembling on his knees.
"So it's the descendant of this generation of flying swords?"
Su Qin only took a look at it and knew the cause and effect of the incident.
Although Su Qin has never been to Shaolin Temple a few times, he has heard of the story of the ‘Flying Dao Descendants’.
Shaolin Temple has been in operation for thousands of years. Many sacred monks who were born have fought against a certain generation of flying swords. After returning to Shaolin Temple, they recorded it in an ancient book and placed it in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.
Su Qin spent more than 20 years in the Shaolin Temple and often saw these in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
According to the records of the saint monks born in the past generations? The flying knife mastery controlled by the descendants of the flying knife is a pure and mysterious art.
It is similar to the Dafa of the parasitic parasitism of the demon-minded division or the Dafa of the Heavenly Demon Strategy.
"Shen Yuan collapsed? Even if it survives, it is still a waste."
Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated and he judged in his heart.
At this moment? He probably understands why the white-clothed man would end up like this? It's nothing more than self-defeating? He wants to spy on his ‘God;
But unfortunately.
Su Qin's "God" has long been condensed into divine consciousness? And with the achievement of the "Arhat" status, I don't know how many times it skyrocketed.
In addition, Su Qin was working on the Nine Suns in the Forbidden Area at the time? The power of the nine suns was permeated? It was reflected on the gods? How could it be possible that the man in white could ‘pee’?
"Have you seen? Have seen Venerable'Arhat'..."
Seeing Su Qin who appeared out of thin air, the white-clothed man even more faintly felt the aura that originated from the other side and the Forbidden Land in the back mountain, his voice bitter.
At this moment? Where does he not know, in Shaolin Temple, there is really a Venerable Arhat sitting in town?
Had he known this long ago? No matter how confident and arrogant the white-clothed man was, he couldn't think of peeping at a of'Arhat'.
"Pity."
Su Qin looked at the white-clothed man? He shook his head slightly.
He didn't mean to save him. The man in white ended up like this, he was completely responsible for himself and couldn't blame anyone.
Besides, the Shenyuan collapsed, even if Su Qin wanted to save, he couldn't get it back.
Thinking of this, Su Qin turned and left, returning to the Forbidden Area of ​​Houshan to comprehend the Nine Suns Divine Art.
Shortly after.
Shaolin Temple found a man in white.
Abbot Huiwen even recognized that the man in white was the descendant of this generation of flying swords.
"Abbot, I disturbed the venerable man in your temple. The sin deserves a million deaths. I hope the abbot will take him in. I am willing to be with the ancient Buddha of the blue lantern for life."
The white-clothed man lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.
Before coming to Shaolin Temple, the man in white had always pursued the ultimate goal of martial arts, but after entering Shaolin Temple and barely peeking at the tip of the iceberg in the Forbidden Area of ​​Houshan, he realized the magnitude of the world.
What if he pursues the limits of martial arts? Compared with the one in the back mountain, it is still a drop in the ocean, out of reach.
The backlash of the flesh coupled with the collapse of the mental mind made the white-clothed man feel disheartened, and had the idea of ​​escaping into the empty door, and this lingering thought.
"Donor, you have to think clearly..."
Abbot Huiwen glanced at each other with the heads of the hospital who had arrived, and said slowly.
Although the white-clothed man is basically a useless person at this moment, he is after all the descendant of this generation of flying knives. Whether it is eyesight or insight, he does not know how much he surpasses ordinary warriors.
If the man in white really worships the Shaolin Temple, it will also have certain benefits for the accumulation of Shaolin Temple's foundation.
"Abbot, I have already figured it out clearly."
The man in white sighed softly in his heart, and said firmly.
"In that case, the poor monk will shave for you himself."
Abbot Huiwen folded his hands together, recited a Buddha's name, and said.
Time goes by, years are long.
In addition to signing in every day, Su Qin constantly practiced and enlightened.
After knowing that the martial arts myth still exists in the depths of the endless ocean beyond the mainland, Su Qin's desire for strength has surged again.
"Whether it is Venerable Arhat or the myth of martial arts, if you want to continue to grow stronger and step into an even more incredible field, what you need is not only to cultivate yourself, but also to understand the world!"
Su Qin sat cross-legged, his eyes brighter.
During this period of time, Su Qin, through his own efforts and continuous use of Liuli Jindan, his cultivation in the Arhat realm was quite smooth.