Chapter 8: man has soul

Outside the Bodhidharma Academy.
Abbot Huiwen's face was pale, and a black palm print was faintly visible on his lower abdomen.
This palm print seemed to penetrate the bone marrow of Abbot Huiwen, and the wisps of magic qi lingered like a tarsal maggot.
Behind the abbot of Huiwen, the heads of the hospital were staring at the young man who was shooting black eyes.
"Trueness, you, how can you..." The head of the Luohan Academy was full of anger.
The young man in front of him was truly a genius disciple of Luohan Academy.
Just half an hour ago, Zhenxing informed Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital on the grounds of knowing about the "Devil Buddha".
But at a critical moment, he attacked Abbot Huiwen and succeeded.
"say no more."
At this moment, Abbot Huiwen took a deep breath, barely suppressed the injury, and looked towards the truth: "Truth, you are the descendant of this generation of Demon Buddha."
Since 900 years ago, a certain patriarch of Shaolin Temple who attained the fruit status of'Arhats' suppressed the Demon Buddha in the back mountains.
Since then, every hundred years, there will be magical thoughts to break free of the seal and bewitch the disciples of Shaolin Temple.
Any disciple of Shaolin Temple who has been bewitched, regards himself as a descendant of Demon Buddha, and is strengthened by demon thoughts, and can climb to the second or even the first level in a short time.
In addition, every descendant of the Demon Buddha will have incomparable hatred towards Shaolin Temple and aim to destroy Shaolin Temple.
In the past 900 years, there have been eight descendants of the Demon Buddha in Shaolin Temple.
And authenticity is the ninth place.
In order to solve the first eight descendants of the Demon Buddha, Shaolin Temple paid a heavy price, especially in the last century, the four remaining sacred monks in Shaolin Temple did not hesitate to use forbidden techniques in order to kill the descendants of the Demon Buddha at that time.
As a result, the four great monks passed away one after another. Until sixty years ago, the last one sat down, and there were no more holy monks sitting in Shaolin Temple.
"Hahahahaha."
"Yes, I am the descendant of Demon Buddha!"
Trueness disdain to deny, and generously admitted his identity.
Descendants of Demon Buddha...
Even if you had guessed it a long time ago, when you heard these four words, the heads of the hospital looked extremely ugly.
For Shaolin Temple, the successor of the Demon Buddha is more like a curse, once every hundred years, it will abruptly bring down Shaolin Temple.
Otherwise, based on the background of Shaolin Temple's world martial arts, not even a sage monk of this generation will be cultivated.
"Trueness, how dare you be like this?! Shaolin Temple is not bad to you, accepting you as a disciple? Teaching you magical skills? You..."
The head of the Arhat Academy stared at the truth fiercely, as if flames could be ejected from his eyes.
Has Zhen Xing been in Shaolin Temple for ten years? The head of the Arhat Academy really cultivated him as a nephew, and even prepared to let Zhen Xing take over as the head of the Arhat Academy in the future.
But he couldn't even dream it? Zhenxing dared to do such a violent thing.
"Not thin?!"
When Zhenxue heard this, his face was full of sarcasm: "My whole family was slaughtered, what are you doing in Shaolin Temple?"
"Brother comfort me? The head of the hospital comforts me? The abbot comforts me? But do you know? I don't want comfort at all!!"
Every time the true nature utters a word, the surrounding demonic energy skyrocketed by one point.
"Shaolin Temple is a master of martial arts in the world? Is it righteous? Will it only comfort people?"
The killing intent in the true discourse boils: "Fake benevolence and righteousness? Hypocrisy? Shaolin Temple should be destroyed!!"
The true voice just fell? The devilish energy began to vibrate wildly.
Vaguely, a half-gold and half-black Demon Buddha's golden body? Self-reality emerged behind it.
"comfort?"
The head of the monk academy was furious: "Then you know, in order to avenge you, the brother did not hesitate to violate the precepts? He went down the mountain privately and chased him for three months? He killed the murderer in the western sea?"
"All right."
"Needless to say."
The head of the Arhat Academy calmed down and looked towards the truth: "The descendant of the Demon Buddha is the enemy of Shaolin Temple. Since you are the descendant of the Demon Buddha, the poor monk should clean up the door himself."
The skin of the head of the Arhat Academy is faintly colored.
As one of the Shaolin Temple's most researched people on the "King Kong Isn't Destroying Divine Art", the head of the Luohan Academy is far from Dacheng's "King Kong Isn't Destructive Divine Art", but the physical body is much stronger than other heads.
Coupled with the vigorous internal strength of the upper three martial artists, from a certain perspective, the strength of the head of the Luohan Academy can at least rank in the top three among the heads of the Academy.
"The murderer was killed?"
The true nature was taken aback for a moment, and then, deep in his pupils, a thick black glow appeared again: "So what, can my whole family of eighteen survive?"
boom! ! !
Devilishness is overwhelming.
The heads of the hospital took the first shot and faintly formed a big formation.
Abbot Huiwen sat cross-legged, suppressing the black palm prints on his lower abdomen.
however.
After a while.
Click.
I saw the heads of the hospital suddenly retreat, their expressions pale as paper, and they vomited blood on the spot.
"It's useless."
"I have entered the second grade, you, too weak."
Trueness smiled contemptuously.
"Huiwen, don't you still take action?"
Turning his true gaze, he looked at Abbot Huiwen, jokingly: "The power of the demon Buddha is not so easy to recover."
"Furthermore, even if you recover, what can you do? You are a second-rank, and I am also a second-rank. The power of the Demon Buddha naturally restrains Buddhism. Even if you recover to the heyday, you will not be my opponent."
The true killing intent is boiling: "If there are holy monks in your Shaolin Temple generation, I will leave without saying a word."
"It's a pity, there are no holy monks in your Shaolin Temple."
"Since there isn't one, go and die."
The truthful words just fell.
The light suddenly became dim, covering Abbot Huiwen and the chiefs of the hospital like a ghost.
Endless black mist rushed from all directions. In these black mist, there was a strange power, as if someone was whispering, even the spirit could invade the candle.
All of a sudden, except for Abbot Huiwen who was able to barely stay awake, the other heads of the hospital began to sink slowly.
Abbot Huiwen's face was as pale as paper, a faint golden light emerged from his body, and he was the only one who persisted on the court.
But even so, Abbot Huiwen felt that his strength was declining at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he would be completely defeated within a quarter of an hour at most.
Once he can't hold on, the entire Shaolin Temple will really be destroyed.
"Is it possible that Shaolin Temple has been passed down for thousands of years. Is it really going to be destroyed at this time?"
Abbot Huiwen looked sad and desperate.
The Shaolin Temple is a world martial arts master who has gone out of the "Arhat". It has been passed down for thousands of years and has experienced many storms. How can it be destroyed at this moment?
Abbot Huiwen was full of unwillingness.
Just when Abbot Huiwen was about to detonate everything in him, even if he couldn't die together, he would severely damage the descendants of Demon Buddha...
Outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Fallen leaves keep falling.
Su Qin stopped sweeping the floor, raised his right hand, and gently clamped a falling leaf.
"man has soul......"
Su Qin's eyes drooped, sighed, and flicked his fingers. The fallen leaves between his fingers cut through the air in a flash and disappeared in the direction of Dharma Academy.