Sign In Buddha's Palm Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Shock.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

Shaolin Temple.

At the Great Strength Hall.

Su Qin's eyes flashed as he slowly moved towards the Demon Lord.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on him.

“Junior Brother Zhen Guan, what are you doing?”

Zhen Zhi was stunned and he hurriedly walked to Su Qin's side, took his arm, and whispered, “The Temple is facing a great crisis, this isn't the time to create trouble.” This was whilst he was trying to pull Su Qin back.

In Zhen Zhi's view, in the fight between the Shaolin Temple and Demon Sect, it is a matter for disciples in the Martial Monk Court and Arhat Court. What does it have to do with Su Qin, a Sweeping Monk in the Handyman Court?

You should know that most of the Handyman Disciples don't have access to Martial Arts. Once they join the fight, not only will they not be able to solve the problem, but they may even add more trouble.

However, no matter how hard Zhen Zhi tried, Su Qin, who is “unable to cultivate”, was like an unmovable mountain.

“Since he came here to take revenge on me, I will naturally go.”

Su Qin smiled, he then gently pushed Zhen Zhi away, and continued walking.

“What?”

Zhen Zhi's mind was blank, and he was not able to recover for a long time.

At this moment, as Su Qin walked all the way, the disciples of the Shaolin Temple also recognized him.

“Zhen Guan?”

“What is he doing?”

“Is it possible that he wants to block the Demon Lord?”

The Shaolin Temple disciples were so confused, that they suddenly forgot to stop him.

If it was a Martial Monk Court or Arhat Court disciple or a certain genius disciple from the Dharma Court who rushed forward and wanted to perish with the Demon Lord, they could understand it.

But Su Qin…

He is just a Sweeping Monk. What threat can he pose to the Demon Lord?

“What's the matter with Zhen Guan?”

The new Court Head of Handyman Court frowned.

In his eyes, Zhen Guan has always been a very uncontested disciple. He even gave up the opportunity to enter the Bodhi Court.

Such a person, logically speaking, should be very knowledgeable and would not do anything stupid.

But now…

Looking at Zhen Guan moving towards the Demon Lord, the Court Head was very puzzled.

Finally, the Court Head sighed slightly. He couldn't bear to see Su Qin dying in the hands of the Demon Lord just like this. He stepped out and appeared beside Su Qin.

“Zhen Guan, this has nothing to do with you, why are you coming forward?!” The Court Head loudly shouted, he wanted to wake Su Qin up.

For the Court Head, even if the Shaolin Temple is really destined to be extinguished, a disciple like Su Qin should be the last to die.

“Court Head.”

“The one he is looking for, is me.”

Su Qin moved towards the Court Head, laughed and said softly.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

The Court Head's brows frowned even more: “The Demon Lord is clearly looking for the Ancestor Holy Monk. What's the relationship with it to you?”

The Court Head was angry at his moment. He didn't expect that Su Qin actually thought that the Demon Lord was looking for him!

The unknown Holy Monk has saved the Shaolin Temple many times at a critical moment. His strength is terrifying, and is definitely an Ancestor who has lived for more than 100 years.

But what about Su Qin?

Su Qin is just twenty years in the Temple, how can he compare with the Ancestor Holy Monk?

“Zhen Guan.”

“I know you are kind, but the survival of the Shaolin Temple is out of your reach.” The Court Head took a deep breath and sighed lightly.

Just then, the Demon Lord's gaze fell on Su Qin.

“Hmm?”

The Demon Lord's eyes slightly narrowed, a black glow faintly flashed in his eyes.

He is a Phase 2 Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster and his vision is very keen.

Therefore, at first glance, the Demon Lord noticed that Su Qin didn't have any fluctuations of Internal Strength. Let alone a Peak Grade 1 that's the same level as him, Su Qin can't even compare to a trained ordinary person.

At this time, the group of Demon Sect disciples behind the Demon Lord exploded in laughter.

“Hahahahaha.”

“Group of bald donkeys, you think this will work? You just find a disciple to pretend and sacrifice him?”

“Well, a bald donkey is a bald donkey. Do you really think we are idiots and will be fooled?”

“Hahahaha, even if you want to sacrifice someone, can't you at least find a Martial Artist? You really found an ordinary person?”

The Demon Sect disciples laughter wantonly resounded.

The Shaolin Temple disciples are full of anger. If it were not for the Court Heads stopping them, they would've charged head on already.

The Demon Lord's expression got colder.

Indeed, the Demon Sect disciples behind him did have a point.

This puny Monk who walked out, is most likely a dead ghost thrown by the Shaolin Temple.

“Holy Monk.”

“You disappointed me too much!”

The Demon Lord looked at the Shaolin Temple and indifferently said: “Since you don't want to show up, I will personally make a river out of the blood of your Shaolin Temple disciples!”

The Demon Lord then turned his gaze and fell on Su Qin.

Since the Shaolin Temple wants to use him as a sacrifice, the Demon Lord doesn't mind starting with him first.

Weng~!!!

Strands of Demonic Energy began to spread.

When he massacred the Tiantai Sect that day, he restricted Daoist Tianlian and the two Vice Sect Masters with this skill, and then finally killed the three of them.

“Abbot, what should we do now?”

The Martial Monk Court Head looked at Abbot Hui Wen and worriedly asked.

Abbot Hui Wen did not answer, and just sighed slightly:

“Shaolin Temple, let us fight together!”

When he said this, the Shaolin Temple's disciples expressions became resolute.

“Together against the Demons! Protect the Shaolin Temple!”

“Fight the Demons together! Protect the Shaolin Temple!”

“Fight the Demons together! Protect the Shaolin Temple!!”

War cries resounded in the sky.

“What's the use of morale? In the face of an absolute power gap, it is meaningless.”

The Demon Lord simply dismissed them and looked at Su Qin again.

At this moment, among the many disciples of the Shaolin Temple who were all wearing different expressions, Su Qin was still calm, and looked extremely conspicuous.

Just when the Demon Lord was about to make a move.

Su Qin raised his head slightly, and a light flashed deeply within his eyes: “Five years ago, I went to the Southern Witch Mountain's Demon Sect for a trip.”

The Demon Lord expression changed slightly.

He could hear that Su Qin didn't seem to be lying.

At this moment, the Demon Sect disciple Kun Kong, who had been standing behind the Demon Lord, suddenly reacted.

“Demon Lord.”

“Yes, that is him!”

“He is the unnamed Holy Monk!”

Kun Kong hurriedly walked to the Demon Lord, his voice trembled.

When Su Qin walked out, Kun Kong had already recognized him. It was just that he fell into extreme shock and fear. It is only now that his spirit slowly recovered and quickly informed the Demon Lord.

When Kun Kong said this.

The audience fell into a strange silence.

Not only were the Demon Sect disciples stunned, but also the Shaolin Temple disciples also had their eyes wide open.

They really had no idea that the ancestor who saved the Shaolin Temple several times, turned out to be an unremarkable Sweeping Monk from the Handyman Court!

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