Chapter 92: Sit down and watch the sky

The Buddha's light is lingering and permeating everywhere.
At this moment, Zhang Zhenren only felt that he was slightly like an ant, looking up at a and Buddha that could reach the sky and the earth.
Supreme.
Great.
Unmatched.
Puff...
Zhang Zhenren's thoughts fell into dimness, and the whole person fell to the ground with a ‘poof’.
"Venerable."
"Thank you Venerable for your action."
Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the courts barely reacted from the shock, and bowed deeply towards the back mountain.
After a while, all the visions gradually dissipated.
"Venerable, the strength of Venerable is even more unimaginable..." Abbot Huiwen sighed softly and said with emotion.
So far, Abbot Huiwen has seen Su Qin shot twice.
Once it was the Demon Lord who killed the Shaolin Temple, and once it was today Zhang Zhenren begged to see him.
If you say, the first time Su Qin made a move to Abbot Huiwen, it felt like a vast world, suppressing everything.
So now, Abbot Huiwen seemed to feel the endless emptiness, covering everything and all.
Although the world is vast, it is limited after all, but the void is endless.
Of course, Su Qin made more than two moves, such as breaking into the Bodhidharma Academy to save the abbot Huiwen who had been in trouble, and filling up the Buddha's mind for the'xuanku'.
It's just that in the eyes of Abbot Huiwen, these are not really shots.
"Yes......"
Hearing the words, the other hospital heads nearby nodded in agreement.
The methods of the venerable are indeed incredible. Ordinary martial artists, even if they are first-rank masters, or even the top-ranking masters like Zhang Zhenren, they can barely accept with ten thousand enemies and the world.
But like Su Qin, the Buddha's light is permeated, and the vision is full of sight. This is the ability of the gods and Buddhas in the rumors.
"If it weren't for the Venerable to make the move, we really might not be the opponents of Master Zhang..."
The head of the monastery said in a low voice.
Although the foundation of Shaolin Temple has increased greatly now, not only has two more second-rank martial artists, but also a first-rank saint monk like abbot Huiwen.
In addition, there are thousands of Shaolin Temple disciples and so on.
But if you want to block Zhang Zhenren with these, it is difficult to reach the sky.
With Zhang Zhenren's strength, once he is allowed to do his best, the destructive power generated by his gestures is absolutely heart palpitating.
The reason why the Great Grandmaster of the Great First-Rank is so powerful that it surpasses the Grandmaster of the First-Rank is suppressed by absolute strength.
Otherwise, why did the demon master dare to attack Shaoshi Mountain a few years ago and threatened to destroy Shaolin Temple?
The heads of the hospital looked at each other and felt very grateful.
At this moment, the head of the commandment institute seemed to have discovered something and couldn't help saying: "Abbot, what should Zhenren Zhang do..."
The head of the precepts just fell off.
The other heads of the hospital and Abbot Huiwen only remembered, and they all looked at Zhang Zhenren who fell on the ground.
The head of the Bodhidharma Academy hardened his scalp, approached cautiously, and took a general look and said: "I'm not dead, I just passed out in a coma."
The hospitals looked at each other, and suddenly felt a little tricky.
"Since the Venerable has left his hand, let's send it back to Wudang Mountain."
After a long time, Abbot Huiwen said slowly.
"Not bad."
"I agree."
Hearing this, the other heads nodded slightly.
In their eyes, if Su Qin had a murderous intention, Zhang Zhenren would have been cut off long ago. How could it be that he was just unconscious now?
Since Zhang Zhenren is not dead, it means that Venerable has kept his hands. In this case, Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the courtyards naturally followed Su Qin's wishes.
"How about this."
"I will have someone send Zhenren Zhang back later."
Abbot Huiwen made the decision immediately.
...
Back Mountain Forbidden Land.
"Zhang Zhenren..."
Su Qin sat cross-legged, a trace of emotion flashed deep in his eyes.
Once upon a time, Zhang Zhenren was still a big man he could only look up, and he could not even look up.
"So I am already so strong?"
Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated, thinking silently in his heart.
Zhang Zhenren, who was once unattainable, couldn't bear even a trace of his breath at this moment, and was directly crushed into a coma.
"However, in terms of fighting strength, Zhenren Zhang is better than the Demon Lord."
Su Qin compared Zhang Zhenren and the Demon Lord, and concluded that Zhang Zhenren was better.
In fact, whether it is Zhang Zhenren or the demon master, they are both superb first-class masters who have transformed twice, and they can be called dazzling in any era.
Unfortunately, I met Su Qin.
"However, Zhang Zhenren's Tai Chi method is a bit interesting. If there are enough opportunities in the future, it may not be impossible to make the third transformation and reach the first-grade perfection..."
Su Qin speculated in his heart.
Su Qin's evaluation of Zhang Zhenren is high enough, you know, so far, Su Qin only thinks that "Xuanku" is expected to transform three times in the future and enter the realm of first-grade great perfection.
This is due to the premise that "Xuanku" has a complete Buddha mind and is often instructed by an Arhat like Su Qin.
Zhang Zhenren could get to this step on his own, and he was already a genius.
As for whether Zhang Zhenren could go further, Su Qin couldn't judge.
Each Arhat Venerable or martial arts myth has a different way to break through, and grasping the qi mechanism between the heavens and the earth is impossible to judge.
...
Wudang Mountain.
Zhang Zhenren was not sent by a disciple of Shaolin Temple.
In the middle of the journey, Zhang Zhenren had already woke up from a coma.
After a brief silence, Zhang Zhenren asked the escorted Shaolin Temple disciples to return and return to Wudang Mountain alone.
Along the way, Zhang Zhenren’s mind kept flashing scenes and scenes that he saw in Shaolin Temple, especially the figure that looked like a real and Buddha at the last moment.
quickly.
Zhang Zhenren returned to Wudang Mountain.
Many disciples in Wudang Mountain were overjoyed when they saw Zhang Zhenren, and they gathered around, looking at Zhang Zhenren with concern.
"Master, are you okay?"
A Wudang Mountain disciple couldn't help but ask.
It was true that Zhang Zhenren's expression was a little wrong at this moment, and the whole person was in a trance, as if he was still immersed in a certain emotion.
"It's okay."
"How could something be wrong with me?"
Zhang Zhenren shook his head and smiled bitterly.
This time he went down the mountain, he did nothing, not even a trace of injuries, but only Zhang Zhenren knew in his heart that he might not be able to get rid of the shadow of that god-like figure in his life.
"Master, what did you see when you went to Shaolin Temple?"
Zhang Xiao squeezed in front of Zhang Zhenren and asked cautiously.
Before Zhang Zhenren left, he left only one sentence about going down the mountain to ask for the truth, which left many Wudang Mountain disciples confused for a long time, but Zhang Xiao guessed that Zhang Zhenren was probably going to Shaolin Temple to see the nobleman.
"What did you see in Shaolin Temple?"
Zhang Zhenren repeated a sentence in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm on his face: "The old Tao has always felt that even if it is a real martial arts myth, it takes a few tricks to defeat me and kill me."
"but now......"
Zhang Zhenren slowly raised his head and looked deeply at Shaolin Temple in the same direction: "It's the old way, I'm sitting in the well and watching the sky..."