Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 8: Descendant.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

Outside the Dharma Court.

Abbot Hui Wen’s face was deathly pale. On his lower abdomen, a black palm print can be faintly seen.

This palm print seemed to have deeply penetrated into his body, affecting the bone marrow, and the demonic energy lingered in his body like maggots.

Behind Abbot Hui Wen, the Court Heads were staring at the young man who was overflowing with a black aura.

“Zhen Xing, you, how could you…” The Arhat Court Head was full of anger.

The young man in front was the genius disciple Zhen Xing!

Just half an hour ago, Zhen Xing met with Abbot Hui Wen and the Heads on the grounds regarding the ‘Demon Buddha’.

When suddenly, he sneakily attacked Abbot Hui Wen.

“There’s no point in asking.”

Abbot Hui Wen took a deep breath and barely suppressed his injury. He looked at Zhen Xing: “Zhen Xing, you are this generation’s Demon Buddha inheritor.”

Ever since the Patriarch suppressed the Demon Buddha on the Back Mountain nine hundred years ago, every a hundred years thereafter, there will be a strand of Demonic Will breaking away from the seal and bewitching Shaolin Temple disciples.

Any Shaolin Temple disciple who is bewitched, will claim to be a descendant of the Demon Buddha, and is strengthened by the Demonic Will; climbing to Grade 2 or even Grade 1 in a short time.

Apart from this, every descendant of the Demon Buddha will hate the Shaolin Temple incomparably and aim to destroy the Shaolin Temple.

For 900 years, the Shaolin Temple has produced a total of eight descendants of the Demon Buddha.

And Zhen Xing is the ninth.

In order to solve the first eight descendants of the Demon Buddha, the Shaolin Temple had paid a heavy price, especially in the last century. The only four Holy Monks remaining in the Shaolin Temple sacrificed themselves in order to kill the descendants of the Demon Buddha.

As a result, the Holy Monks passed away one after another. Sixty years ago, the last one died during meditation, and there were no more Holy Monks in the Shaolin Temple.

“Hahahahaha.”

“Yes, I am the heir of the Demon Buddha!”

Zhen Xing did not bother to deny it, and generously admitted his identity.

The descendant of the Demon Buddha…

Even though they have guessed it a long time ago, when they actually heard this sentence, their expression couldn’t help but turn extremely ugly.

For the Shaolin Temple, the descendant of the Demon Buddha was like a curse that is destined to come once every 100 years. Because of this, the Shaolin Temple has been forcibly worn down over time.

Otherwise, how could the Shaolin Temple, despite having the background of being a Great Sect, can’t cultivate a Holy Monk?

“Zhen Xing, how dare you?! The Shaolin Temple has been nothing but good to you, accepting you as a disciple, teaching you Divine Arts, but you…”

The Arhat Court Head glared at Zhen Xing fiercely, as if flames were spewing out from his eyes.

In the last ten years since Zhen Xing entered the Shaolin Temple, the Arhat Court Head had personally trained him and treated him as a nephew. He was even prepared to let Zhen Xing take over the position of being the Head of the Arhat Court in the future.

However, he never dreamed that Zhen Xing would dare to do such a rebellious thing.

“Good?!”

When Zhen Xing heard this, his face wore a strong sarcastic expression: “My whole family was slaughtered, and yet what did the Shaolin Temple do?”

“Yes, Senior Brother comforted me, the Court Heads comforted me, the Abbot comforted me; but you know, what I wanted was not comfort at all!”

Every time Zhen Xing spoke a word, the Demonic energy around him skyrocketed by one more level.

“The Shaolin Temple, as a Great Sect, can only comfort people?”

The killing intent in Zhen Xing’s words was boiling: “Such fake benevolence and hypocrisy! The Shaolin Temple should just vanish from this world!”

Zhen Xing’s voice barely finished sounding, but the demonic energy began to fluctuate wildly.

Suddenly, a half-gold and half-black Demon Buddha faintly emerged from behind Zhen Xing.

“Only comfort?”

The Martial Monk Court Head was furious: “Then did you know that in order to avenge you, Senior Brother did not hesitate to violate the precepts, and secretly went down the mountain, hunting down the murderers?”

“Alright, stop.”

“It is needless to say more.”

The expression of the Arhat Court Head calmed down as he looked towards Zhen Xing: “The descendant of the Demon Buddha is the enemy of the Shaolin Temple. Since he is now a descendant of the Demon Buddha, I should clean up this mess myself.”

The Arhat Court Head’s head faintly glowed with a golden light.

As one of the Shaolin Temple’s most knowledgeable people on [Invincible Vajra Divine Art], even if the he was still a distance from the Great Accomplishment of [Invincible Vajra Divine Art], his flesh body was better than a lot of other Court Heads.

With the vigorous Internal Strength of a Grade 3 Martial Artist, from a certain perspective, his strength can be at least ranked in the Top Three among the Court Heads of the Temple.

“The murderers were killed?”

Zhen Xing was taken aback for a moment, before a deep black glow appeared in the depths of his pupils: “So what, did my family survive in the end?”

Bang!!!

His Demonic Energy was monstrous.

The Court Heads took the first action and formed a big formation.

Abbot Hui Wen sat cross-legged, suppressing the black palm print on his lower abdomen.

However.

After a while.

Crack.

The Court Heads suddenly retreated, their expressions were as white as paper, and they vomited blood on the spot.

“It’s useless.”

“I have already entered Grade 2, you guys are too weak.”

Zhen Xing smiled contemptuously.

“Hui Wen, are you still not taking action?”

Zhen Xing turned his gaze and looked at Abbot Hui Wen, jokingly saying: “It is not so easy to recover from the power of the Demon Buddha.”

“Furthermore, even if you recover, what can you do? You are Grade 2 and I am also Grade 2. The power of the Demon Buddha naturally restrains the Buddhism Cultivation Techniques, so even if you recover at your peak, you’re still not my opponent.”

Zhen Xing killing intent boiled: “If there was a Holy Monk in ‘your’ Shaolin Temple this generation, then I will leave without saying a word.”

“But it’s a pity that you don’t have one.”

“And since there are none, go and die!”

As Zhen Xing’s words sounded.

The light suddenly dimmed, and darkness quickly covered Abbot Hui Wen and the Heads.

Endless black fog rushed from all directions. In the black fog, there was a strange power, as if someone was whispering within it.

Except for Abbot Hui Wen who was barely able to stay awake, the other Court Heads began to sink slowly.

Abbot Hui Wen’s complexion was as pale as paper. A faint golden light emerged from him within his body, and he was the only one who persisted.

But even so, Abbot Hui Wen also felt that his strength was declining at a rate visible to naked eye, and he would be completely defeated within a quarter of an hour at most.

Once he can’t hold on anymore, the entire Shaolin Temple may really be destroyed.

“Is it possible that the Shaolin Temple who has an inheritance of thousands of years is really going to be destroyed at this time?”

Abbot Hui Wen’s expression was downcast, his face full of despair.

The Shaolin Temple has walked in the world as a Great Sect, inherited thousands of years of heritage, experienced many winds and waves, and yet it will be destroyed at this moment?

Abbot Hui Wen was full of unwillingness.

Abbot Hui Wen was about to detonate everything; even if he can’t take the enemy to death with him, at least he’ll hit the Demon Buddha’s descendant hard…

Outside the Scripture Pavilion.

The leaves kept falling.

But Su Qin stopped sweeping the floor. Instead he raised his right hand and gently caught a falling leaf.

“People are not plants…”

Su Qin’s eyes flashed and with a flick of his finger, the fallen leaf cut through the air instantly. It moved towards the Dharma Court’s direction and disappeared in a flash.

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