Opening Sign To Buddha Palm

"Little monk."

"Can I ask you a question?"

After a while, Little Princess calmed down and asked cautiously.

"Ask." Su Qin asked casually.

He has no interest in the Tang princess.

After all, Little Princess is only ten years old, and Su Qin is not a copper smelter, so he doesn't even bother to look at it.

"Do you think Tang Guo saved it?"

Little Princess glanced around, lowered her voice.

"Is Tang Guo saved?" Su Qin glanced at Little Princess again.

Su Qin didn't expect Little Princess to ask this question.

If Little Princess asked whether Emperor Tang could be saved, Su Qin would understand, but the other party asked Tang Guo?

"Look at how Emperor Tang died."

Su Qin thought for a while and said: "If Emperor Tang establishes the prince before his death, and exiles the other princes to the death, and stabilizes the court, Tang can continue for hundreds of years."

Su Qin's tone was plain, as if he had bestowed a few princes to death, but it was as simple as eating a few bowls of rice at noon.

If other people heard Su Qin say such things, even the head of the abbot would be shocked.

Even if it is an ordinary first rank Grand Great Master, I dare not comment on a few princes like this.

But Little Princess thought about it seriously, shook her head and said: "It's impossible, even me, I know that there are ministers and princes behind the emperor brothers."

"Once a certain emperor's brother is given to death, it will inevitably lead to an uprising of the feudal prince and turmoil in the court."

"Then cut the feudal clan and clean the court!" Su Qin said slowly.

Little Princess's expression changed slightly when she heard the words.

The vassal lords stand on their own side and support their own strength. If they can really cut down the vassal, it will definitely be of great benefit to the rule of the Tang state.

"Little monk, you can see it very clearly."

Little Princess gave Su Qin a deep look.

One month later.

Li Fei and her party filed farewell to Abbot Huiwen.

Abbot Huiwen got the news and immediately sent Li Fei out of Shaolin Temple with the heads of the hospital.

"Li Fei is going back at this time, is there something wrong with the palace?" The head of the Luohan Academy frowned as he looked at Yu Nian who was gradually away.

"The poor monk heard the news that the father-in-law Zhao next to Emperor Tang seemed to have used some means to prolong the life of Emperor Tang for a few years."

The head of the Discipline Academy whispered.

Upon hearing the words, the head of the Arhat Academy exclaimed, "The father-in-law Zhao is really an academic Deva. He has achieved the highest rank as a disabled person, and he is respectable!"

"Well, there is no need to discuss the outside affairs." Abbot Huiwen glanced at the heads of the hospital and said in a deep voice.

With the departure of Li Fei and her group, Shaolin Temple once again returned to its former days.

Su Qin's side also returned to quiet again.

But a few months later.

One day and night.

Su Qin suddenly felt something, his figure flashed, and he appeared outside the head room of the Handyman's Hospital.

Spiritual thoughts permeated.

Although separated by a door, Su Qin knew everything in the room well.

Under the cover of divine thoughts, Su Qin clearly felt that the vitality of the head of the handyman's hospital was getting weaker and weaker.

Su Qin was silent.

The state of the head of the handyman's house should be the end of the day, and it is about to pass away.

The head of the Handyman Yard once personally led Su Qin into the Handyman Yard. If it were not for the head of the Handyman Yard, Su Qin might not even be able to worship Shaolin Temple.

"The head of the hospital..."

Su Qin sighed softly, pushed open the door, and walked in slowly.

"It's Zhenguan..." The head of the handyman's house opened his eyes, looked at Zhenguan, smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, in the end, you turned out to be next to me."

"President, do you have any wishes?" Su Qin glanced at the physical condition of the director of the handyman's hospital and asked.

"wish?"

The head of the Handyman Yard shook his head: "I have lived for almost a hundred years. When I was young, I used my sword to indulge in love, and later I visited Shaolin Temple. I have enjoyed everything I should enjoy. How can I wish?"

The head of the handyman's house was very open to it.

As a Practitioner, even in the face of life limit, there will be no situations where you can't speak.

The head of the handyman’s house looked at Su Qin and said, “When you visited Shaolin Temple more than ten years ago, I knew that you were different from other orphans.”

"Later, the Su family once wanted to ask me to make you vulgar, and I knew that you are not an orphan. You worshipped Shaolin Temple just to avoid misfortune."

Su Qin was silent.

Regarding the fact that he is a member of the Su family, Su Qin never thought of concealing it.

"I have already told the abbot, if you really want to return to the vulgarity, he will not stop you."

The head of the Handyman Yard’s voice is getting weaker and weaker: "Well, you go back, I want to stay alone for a while."

"good."

Su Qin nodded and closed the door.

Outside the room, Su Qin did not leave, but waited quietly for a while.

Su Qin turned and left until the breath of the head of the handyman's house completely dissipated.

the next day.

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital came to the handyman's house in person.

A few days later.

Abbot Huiwen personally approached Su Qin and asked him if he meant to return to the vulgar.

Obviously, what the head of the handyman's hospital said before his death was true. He did talk to Abbot Huiwen about Su Qin about returning to the vulgar.

"Abbot."

"Since I worshipped Shaolin Temple, it has nothing to do with me anymore."

Su Qinyi verbally refused.

For Su Qin, Shaolin Temple was a treasure place that could continuously provide magical medicine and magical techniques.

Su Qin would never leave before Shaolin Temple went to the world invincible.

After the head of the handyman's house passed away, the days became slower and longer again.

For Su Qin, the death of the head of the handyman's house made him feel a little bit, but because of this, it further stimulated Su Qin's desire to become stronger.

If he stays in place, more than three hundred and seventy years later, he will be like the head of the handyman's house, facing the life limit and waiting to die.

This is obviously not what Su Qin wants to see.

time flies.

A year has passed.

During this year, Su Qin has been polishing Internal Energy, wanting to make Internal Energy go further, in order to complete the transformation of the physical body, divine mind, and Internal Energy, and finally hit the realm of ‘Arhat’.

"Internal Energy is derived from the flesh, how can we achieve the ultimate transformation?"

Su Qin kept thinking about it.

The metamorphosis of the physical body, Su Qin was tempered with the power of Vajra's non-destructive magical power and the power of yin of Taiyin body refining technique for one year.

The transformation of divine consciousness was that Su Qin took countless ‘Yun Shen Pill’ to strengthen his ‘God’, and finally condensed it at once with the ‘Shen Gathering Pill’.

But the transformation of Internal Energy...

So far, Su Qin has no clue.

In the past year, I don’t know how many times I have signed in at the Bodhi Academy, and even dozens of "Gathering Pills" have been signed in.

However, the Medicine Pill regarding the transformation of ‘Internal Energy’ has never been obtained.

"Perhaps, I should go to Houshan?"

Su Qin turned his eyes and looked towards the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

The back mountain is the forbidden area of ​​Shaolin Temple, suppressing the demon Buddha that almost destroyed Shaolin Temple 900 years ago.

In the past few years, as Su Qin's strength has made a great breakthrough, he has basically visited other forbidden places in Shaolin Temple, and he has also signed in again.

Only the back mountain, Su Qin has never been.

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