Sign In Buddha’s Palm

"pity."

"Cultivation in the Arhat realm is completely different from the ninth grade of martial arts."

"For so long, I haven't touched the bottleneck of Erzhongtian."

Su Qin sat cross-legged and couldn't help feeling how difficult it was to cultivate.

"But I feel it's fast. As long as you take a few dozen more glazed golden pills, you will almost be able to step into the second heaven."

Su Qin guessed in his heart.

Liuli Jindan can not only provide huge medicinal effects for Su Qin to absorb all the time, but also can make Su Qin always in a state of 'epiphany', and can better understand the world and control the world.

"It takes me one to two months to digest a glazed golden pill. If there are dozens of them, it will take about a hundred months? Less than ten years?"

Su Qin calculated it silently and was more satisfied.

It took ten years to step into the realm of Arhat in the Second Heaven, and it was considered quite satisfactory, neither too fast nor too slow.

If the venerable Arhats of Shaolin Temple, or those martial arts myths outside knew what Su Qin was thinking at the moment, I would probably vomit blood in anger.

You must know that, whether it is Venerable Arhat or Martial Arts Myth, if you want to move from the first layer to the second layer, if there is no other opportunity, it will take at least hundreds or even hundreds of years of hard work by simply relying on self-cultivation.

Many martial arts myths still revolve in the first layer until the five-hundred-year-old age limit comes to old age and death.

But what about Su Qin?

Ten years later, you still think 'unhappy'?

Next, Su Qin returned to his usual life again.

Sign in, practice, sign in, practice.

So looping.

Perhaps for some people, this kind of life is extremely boring, even maddeningly lonely.

But in Su Qin's heart, he enjoyed it very much.

all things in the world,

Power?

beauty?

wealth?

It's just passing by.

What's more comfortable than being able to feel that you are getting stronger every day?

And just when Su Qin was addicted to sign-in practice.

The Shaolin Temple also returned to calm. After the news of the death of the demon master spread, many people in the martial arts world wanted to visit Su Qin.

But these were all rejected by Abbot Huiwen one by one.

Su Qin had long ago instructed Abbot Huiwen not to disturb him if there was nothing related to the life and death of Shaolin Temple.

Time passed slowly.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when the Shaolin Temple recruited its disciples.

As a major martial arts sect in the world, Shaolin Temple needs to maintain the number of disciples at a certain point every year in order to continue the inheritance.

Neither too much nor too little.

If there are too many, the supply of martial arts resources will be scattered. After all, whether it is the Bodhi Institute or other institutes, the elixir or martial arts resources provided each year are limited.

The more disciples there are, the less they will be spread over each disciple. In this way, some geniuses are likely to be buried.

But not too little.

If there is less, if something happens in the future, it may lead to no connection.

For any martial arts sect, the consequences of not receiving the green and yellow are extremely terrifying. In light of this, it will decline, and in serious cases, the inheritance will be cut off.

In history, many world martial arts sects such as Shaolin Temple disappeared in the years because of lack of connection.

Dharma House.

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the academies gathered here together.

Besides them, there was also a child who was about ten years old.

This child faintly exudes a special breath, as if some kind of Zen sound is whispered, which is extremely mysterious.

Of course, ordinary people can't detect this special aura. Only the warriors of the upper three realms, whose fleshly body has begun to wash away the vitality of the world, can vaguely feel it.

"This son is related to Buddha"

The head of the Dharma Academy looked at the child carefully, his eyes full of amazement.

This child has never been exposed to any Buddhist practice, so he can show such a Buddhist vision, which is almost unheard of in hundreds of years.

"good."

"I just saw it at the time, and I couldn't believe it."

The head of the Discipline Academy nodded, and once again set his eyes on the child: "With the aptitude he has shown, as long as he doesn't die in the middle, his future achievements will at least not be lower than that of a first-rank Grandmaster."

As soon as the words came out.

None of the other chiefs refuted.

Even Abbot Huiwen remained silent, apparently agreeing with this sentence.

The evaluation of the head of the Discipline Academy is already very high.

The child is only over ten years old, so he concludes that the future achievement of the other party will not be lower than that of a first-rank grandmaster?

What does this represent?

Represents the fear of high potential.

Although Abbot Huiwen is now a first-grade grandmaster, and his talent is not bad, but no matter how confident Abbot Huiwen is, he would not dare to say that he would definitely become a first-grade grandmaster at the age of ten.

Martial arts training, if you want to enter the first rank, martial arts qualifications are one aspect, but acquired opportunities, tempering of xinxing, and luck are also crucial.

But now.

The head of the academy and the abbot Huiwen only relied on the aptitude shown by the children to conclude that the other party could step into the first grade.

From this, one can imagine how high the child's status is in the heart of the abbot's head.

"You go down first."

Abbot Huiwen saw the child's face turning pale, and immediately understood that the other party was frightened, and immediately asked his disciple to take him down to rest.

"All right."

"Tell me."

"What do you think of him?"

Abbot Huiwen turned his eyes and looked at the other presidents.

The heads of the academies looked at each other, and finally the head of the martial arts academy coughed softly: "Abbot, although there are many disciples in my martial arts school, there are not many who can make weapons. It is better for my martial arts school to accept them."

"nonsense!"

Before he could speak, the head of the Monk Monastery was interrupted by the head of the Arhat Academy: "Almost half of the disciples who worship this temple every year enter your Monk Monastery. In comparison, my Arhat Academy is really miserable."

When the head of the Arhat Academy said this, he paused, looked at Abbot Huiwen, and said tentatively, "However, if there is my Arhat Academy to accept it."

"My Disciplinary Institute has been short of people recently."

When Abbot Huiwen saw the several heads of the academies competing with each other, he was a little dumbfounded.

"All stop."

Abbot Huiwen waved his hand.

"You are not qualified to accept that child"

Abbot Huiwen glanced at everyone, and finally added: "Neither do I."

As soon as the words came out.

The heads of the academies were immediately puzzled.

If they are not eligible, then who is eligible?

Only the head of the Bodhidharma Academy asked thoughtfully, "Abbot, what do you mean, please accept it."

"good."

Abbot Huiwen nodded slightly.

The other hospital heads were slightly surprised when they heard this, but they thought it was very reasonable.

With the aptitude shown by that child, even if they are really admitted, they don't know how to guide them.

the next day.

Abbot Huiwen took the child and walked towards the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain step by step.

"Abbot, where are we going?"

The child blinked, confused.

"Where to go?"

Abbot Huiwen stopped and was silent for a while, with an inexplicable awe in his eyes.

"I'll take you there"

"Real Buddha!!!"