Opening Sign To Buddha Palm

Since a few years ago, when Vajra was not bad, Su Qin had not felt the significant Ascension in his flesh.

Even entering the first-rank Grand Great Master realm is just a qualitative change of Internal Energy, and by the way it slightly strengthens the lower body.

This strengthening, for Su Qin, is nothing but being born out of nothing.

But now.

Under the combination of Vajra's incorruptible power and Taiyin body refining technique, Su Qin felt the long-lost transformation of his physical body.

Wow!

The blood rushed, and the force of the most yin and the force of the most yang constantly collided and offset, giving birth to strands of grayish breath, which quickly merged into every part of Su Qin's body.

Even Su Qin's Internal Energy, the first rank Grand Great Master, is gradually becoming more refined.

It was in the depths of his eyebrows and ancestors' orifice, that golden Buddha at this moment also began to exude the fascinating light of the Buddha, echoing with the flesh faintly.

Internal Energy and the physical body are inherently one with each other. A powerful physical body can contain Internal Energy, and a pure Internal Energy can also complement the physical body.

After a few hours.

Su Qin stood up slowly.

Click and click.

Su Qin made the sound of bones colliding.

"Unfortunately, the Taiyin Body Refining Technique has the best effect only when Yuehua is at its peak."

Su Qin raised his head slightly, looked at the moon that was gradually setting, and sighed.

"Come back tomorrow night."

Su Qin returned to the yard.

After cultivating for a whole night, Su Qin was not at all tired, but was full of energy.

The first-rank Grand Great Master has already begun to get involved in the cultivation of ‘God’, even if it hasn’t been sleeping for a month, there is no problem.

What's more, Su Qin was not without rest. During the exercise, he also supplemented the ‘god’.

In front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Su Qin said silently in his heart: "System, sign in."

[Congratulations to the host for signing in successfully and getting Cultivation Technique ‘prajna palm’. 】

"Prajna Zen palm?"

A smile appeared on Su Qin's face.

Prajna Zen palm is the Secret Technique of Shaolin Temple. Only the heads and abbots of the Academy are qualified for cultivation, which belongs to the secret technique of Shaolin Temple.

It is said that a certain generation of Shaolin monks hundreds of years ago, relying on Prajna Zen palms, pressed down the famous first rank Grand Great Master with one palm, and was famous all over the world.

Although the main reason for this was the terrifying strength of the holy monk, the Prajna Zen palm should not be underestimated.

The next moment.

All the subtleties about Prajna Zen palm flooded into Su Qin's mind.

In less than a moment, Su Qin imitated Buddhism Cultivator and practiced Prajna Zen palm for decades, and was in control of this Secret Technique.

After signing in, Su Qin roughly cleaned it up, and then entered the first floor of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, looking through some of the anecdotes in the Shaolin Temple collection.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is divided into four floors.

The second to fourth floors contain various Secret Techniques of Shaolin Temple.

The disciples who want to go to the second to fourth floors must obtain the permission of the abbot or the heads of the courtyard.

As for the first floor, there are anecdotes written or brought back by some eminent monks who traveled down the mountain.

It has nothing to do with the martial arts Buddhist scriptures.

Therefore, any disciple can read the classics on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Although Su Qin is a sweeping monk, he is also a disciple of Shaolin Temple, so he can read it naturally.

Just when Su Qin was looking at a book of wild history with relish.

"Junior Brother Zhenguan, are you here too?" A surprised voice came from the side.

Su Qin raised his head and glanced, put down Ye Shi and said, "Brother Zhenzhi."

The person who talked to Su Qin was surprisingly the true wisdom of the monk patrolling at the Demon Tower.

Beside Zhenzhi, there are several other monks who are patrolling.

"I'm running out of energy and blood. The head of the hospital said that I shouldn't practice martial arts during this time, so I came here to have a look."

Zhenzhi explained.

"That's it." Su Qin nodded slightly.

At that time, outside the Demon Suppression Tower, True Wisdom was indeed swallowed up by the blood-devouring old demon, but because Su Qin interrupted it in time, it didn't hurt the foundation.

Otherwise, if Su Qin is late for a while, True Wisdom will not be exhausted, but will be drained.

As for the monks next to Zhenzhi, the same reason is the same.

Although they were not swallowed by blood, they also suffered some injuries, and they needed to rest for a while.

After a few people chatted for a while, they talked about what happened to the magic tower last night.

"Hey, it was really dangerous at the time, only a little bit, the blood-devouring old demon was going to kill him..."

Zhenzhi said with emotion.

There is a big horror between life and death.

After Zhenzhi walked through life and death, his xinxing also changed slightly.

"Brother Zhenzhi, you were not in a coma at the time, did you see the appearance of the ancestor of the holy monk..."

A monk next to him asked in a low voice.

The words came out.

The eyes of the other monks suddenly lit up.

At this moment, the deeds of the ancestor of the holy monk have long been spread throughout the Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital did not stop either.

After all, letting the disciples know that there is a first-rank monk standing behind the Shaolin Temple can also play an uplifting role.

"appearance?"

Zhenzhi shook his head, "I only saw a vague figure, and then I lost consciousness..."

Su Qin chuckled softly when he heard the words.

At that time, when he appeared in front of the Demon Suppression Tower, with Internal Energy all over his body, it was impossible for anyone to see him except the blood-devouring old demon.

When the other monks heard this, they could only give up.

"However, although I did not see the appearance, I know the strength of the ancestors of the holy monk..."

Real Wisdom turned around and said suddenly.

"The strength of the ancestors of the holy monk?"

Several monks blinked, and their faces were puzzled: "Isn't the ancestor of the holy monk the first rank Grand Great Master?"

"It is indeed the first rank Grand Great Master..."

When Zhenzhi said this, he paused, lowered his voice and said, "But even the first rank Grand Great Master, there are high and low points."

"Just like Zhang Zhenren of the Zhenwu lineage of Wudang Mountain, he has dominated the world for decades, even the imperial power can ignore, and the Mengyuan national teacher, who has the power of the dragon image, has supported the entire Mengyuan Empire. ......."

The look of true wisdom showed a trace of awe.

Whether it is Zhang Zhenren or the Meng Yuan Guoshi, they are the top ranks in the world, and they may even touch the rumored mythological barrier.

In front of such characters, the ordinary first rank Grand Great Master really has to be overshadowed.

"Brother Zhenzhi, what do you mean?"

The expressions of the monks next to him changed slightly.

Although they were very grateful to the sage monk of Shaolin Temple, they never thought about the strength of this sage monk.

For these monks, even if it is an ordinary first rank, it is far from what they can look up to, let alone a top rank like Zhang Zhenren and Meng Yuan Guoshi?

"Although I don't know the strength of the blood-devouring old demon, he can instantly defeat the 108 Arhat formation, even if it is not the first rank, it is not far away."

"With this kind of existence, even if you really encounter the first-rank Grand Great Master, but you can't beat it, there is still some hope to escape."

"Even if you can't escape, you will definitely experience a tragic fight."

Zhenzhi's tone was exclaimed: "But last night, the blood-devouring old demon died so suddenly, as if he had encountered an enemy that was far from being able to resist."

"I guess that the ancestors of the holy monk who killed the blood-devouring old demon are at least at the level of Meng Yuan Guoshi and Zhang Zhenren..."

The words of Zhenzhi came out.

Several monks glanced at each other, their expressions shocked.

Like Zhang Zhenren and Meng Yuan Guoshi, the top rank in the world?

How is this possible?

"You don't believe it?"

Zhenzhi saw that several monks were silent, and was anxious, looking at Su Qindao who once again picked up Ye Shi and looked at it with gusto:

"Junior Brother Zhenguan, tell me, is there any truth in my guess?"

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