Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Outside the Shaolin Temple.

Moon stars are rare.

Su Qin chose to leave the Shaolin Temple early in the morning to avoid missing the daily check-in opportunity.

As long as Su Qin can come back before tomorrow night, there is nothing to lose.

"Fifteen years apart, I don't know how little sister is now?"

In front of Su Qin, he seemed to see the slug who was always following behind him.

The little girl's name is Su Yueyun, who is seven years younger than Su Qin.

Su Yueyun was only three years old when Su Qin first worshipped in Shaolin Temple, now fifteen years later, Su Yueyun is already eighteen years old.

A woman in this world is going to marry at the age of sixteen, and Su Yueyun is already 'old' when she is 18 years old.

"However, before going back, there is something that needs to be resolved."

Su Qin suddenly stopped and looked up in a certain direction.

Fifteen years ago, a major enemy of the Su family came. At that time, in order to preserve the blood of the Su family, all the disciples of the Su family were scattered around.

It is because of this that Su Qin was sent to Shaolin Temple.

Only by worshipping Shaolin Temple and taking the shelter of Shaolin Temple can Su Qin be safe.

Later, although the Su family forced the enemy back by some means and recovered, the enemy was still alive.

Over the years, Su Qin has been busy signing in to improve his strength, and since everything in the Su family is fine, he ignored the archenemy.

Now, just take this opportunity to completely solve the enemy.

"According to the letters sent by the Su family over the years, the great enemy is named 'Yan Huo', he is a disciple of the Demon Sect, and he has recently become the guardian of the Demon Sect's generation."

Su Qin thought quickly in his heart.

Because of this, the Patriarch of the Su family was quite worried in the letter, worried that this archenemy would use the power of the Demon Sect to make a comeback again.

"Demon Gate?"

Su Qin's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.

Yongzhou.

The Tang Kingdom occupied a total of eighteen states, of which Yongzhou was the site of the Demon Gate, where the main helm of the Demon Gate was located.

Righteous demons were fighting in the Tang Kingdom, but since the last Demon Sect master closed his doors, the battle between Demon Sect and Right Way has been at a disadvantage.

Decades ago, the Demon Gate still occupied the land of the three states.

But now, with the continuous squeeze of the righteous path, only Yongzhou is left in the Demon Gate.

Tang Guo, on the other hand, turned a blind eye to the fight between the righteous and the devil, without any intention of mediation.

Whether it's the right way or the devil's door, in Tang Guo's eyes, they are all chaotic ministers and thieves who don't listen to propaganda.

Even the Zheng and the Demons fought several times, and Tang Guo fanned the flames.

And this moment.

At the foot of Wunan Mountain in Yongzhou.

A little boy in a thick padded coat looked up at the falling snow, his face full of excitement.

"Grandpa, it's snowing really hard"

The little boy rubbed the snowballs and looked at an old man next to him.

"yes."

"Such snow has not been seen in decades."

The old man looked emotional, as if caught in some memories.

At this moment, a gentle voice came:

"Is this Wunan Mountain?"

I saw a young monk in a gray robe looking at the grandfather and grandson with a smile.

This young monk is naturally Su Qin.

Shaolin Temple is thousands of miles away from Yongzhou. It would take at least a few months or even a year for ordinary people to traverse such a long distance.

Even for a martial artist, it would take nearly a month.

But for Su Qin, it only took a few hours to go from Shaolin Temple to Yongzhou.

This was because Su Qin occasionally stopped on the road to see if there was a nearby place to check in, which wasted some time.

Otherwise, Su Qin's arrival in Yongzhou would only be faster.

"yes."

"It's in front."

The little boy looked up at Su Qin and felt a little strange, but he still nodded and said, "There is a lot of miasma in Wunan Mountain."

"and also."

When the little boy said this, he looked around carefully and lowered his voice: "Grandpa told me that there are gods in Wunan Mountain. If you have nothing to do, don't come near."

"immortal?"

Su Qin was slightly taken aback.

But quickly reacted, the 'immortal' in the little boy's mouth was probably the magician martial artist.

The depths of Wunan Mountain are located in the main altar of the Demon Gate, and there are often warriors from the Demon Gate entering and leaving.

For ordinary people like the little boy, those warriors who come and go are no different from 'immortals'.

"There will be heavy snow today, go back early."

Su Qin glanced at the pair of grandfathers and grandsons, and walked towards Wunan Mountain in a hurry.

"Heavy snow?"

"You are not an immortal, how do you know that there is heavy snow today?"

The little boy muttered softly.

Although it is still snowing now, it has obviously become smaller, and it should stop during the day.

How could it be snowing?

"grandfather."

"Are you OK?"

"Why haven't you spoken?"

At this moment, the little boy suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the old man beside him.

"do not speak!"

The old man's face was as pale as paper, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Grandpa, are you alright." The little boy realized that something was wrong, and hurried to the old man's side.

"You."

The old man gave a wry smile and glared at the little boy fiercely: "Did you know that our two grandfathers have already walked through the gate of hell?"

"what?"

"gate of hell?"

The little boy looked puzzled: "Grandpa, are you referring to that person just now?"

Hearing the words, the old man's expression changed again. He glanced in the direction where Su Qin left, and fear flashed in his expression: "Don't you see anything strange?"

"strangeness?"

The little boy blinked.

The old man sighed, raised his leg and stepped into the snow, then looked at the little boy: "What is this?"

"Footprints?"

The little boy took it for granted.

"Why are there footprints?" the old man asked.

The little boy rolled his eyes: "Grandpa, do you think I'm stupid? It's snowing now, and the ground is full of snow. If you step on it, of course there will be footprints."

"But see if there are any footprints on the way that person came just now." The old man took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice.

The little boy frowned and turned to look.

"what?"

The little boy's face changed.

Because wherever he looked, the snow was boundless and endless.

"No Footprints"

The little boy's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

You must know that the snow is heavy this year. As early as a few days ago, the snow on the ground was several feet thick. Ordinary people who walked on it would definitely leave thick footprints.

But now, the little boy has not found half a footprint.

"Another point."

The old man calmed down and continued: "Did you see any snow on that person?"

As soon as the words came out.

The little boy's body trembled directly.

really.

When he first saw Su Qin just now, he felt a little strange.

But the little boy didn't think much of it at the time.

But at this moment, the old man reminded that the little boy finally realized that both him and the old man were covered with a lot of snowflakes.

This is impossible.

It snows in the sky, and they are not in the house, how can they not get some snow?

But the young monk just now was different.

on him,

clean and tidy,

No dust.