Sign In Buddha's Palm Chapter 66

Chapter 66: As A Pilgrim, Nine Suns!

Edited by: Mochiusagi

“The Shaolin Temple actually has an Arhat?”

The white clothed man slightly frowned.

If anyone who is familiar with the world of martial arts was here, he will definitely recognize that the white clothed man is the descendant of Xiao Li Flying Dagger.

Xiao Li Flying Dagger is a name that shook the whole world. Even Grade 1 Great Grandmasters were extremely afraid of the descendants of the Flying Dagger.

“No, there should not be an Arhat, instead it's the increasingly distorted truth and rumors.”

The white clothed man thought for a while, then shook his head.

After all, whether it is an Arhat or a Legend, it is difficult to produce one even in several eras.

If the Shaolin Temple really has an Arhat, then why would the Shaolin Temple almost lose their Great Sect title because they don't have a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster?

“However, the Demon Lord's death should be a fact. With the Demon Lord's strength, he would still be able to escape, even if he can't defeat a slightly stronger opponent. Meaning that the opponent must be a Grade 1 Great Perfection.”

The white clothed man touched his chin, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

He is not a fool. Even if he does not think that the Shaolin Temple has an Arhat, he will not think that Shaolin Temple is just some soft persimmon that anyone can touch.

“But isn't this what I want?”

“A Grade 1 Great Perfection, if he uses his Divinity, can it give me enough pressure?” The white clothed man's eyes suddenly flashed with heat.

The man didn't mean to provoke the Grade 1 Great Perfection of the Shaolin Temple.

A Grade 1 Great Perfection has completed all his transformations and it is far beyond the man's ability to resist such an existence.

The man just wanted to use the strength of the other's Divinity to pressure himself to take the last step.

The Descendants of the Flying Dagger have different personalities.

Some are approachable, some are gentle, some are jealous, and some are extreme when it comes to the Martial Dao. And this man has pursued the Martial Dao limit as his lifelong goal.

Each generation of the Flying Dagger has mastered the [Flying Dagger Divine Art].

The [Flying Dagger Divine Art] is different from the overwhelming majority of Divine Arts in the world.

The [Flying Dagger Divine Art] is a mysterious technique.

To put it simply, Internal Strength and Body are useless in blocking the flying daggers thrown by the Descendants of the Flying Dagger.

Hence one can only rely on their Divinity.

If their Divinity is strong, they'll live. But if not, they'll die.

Normally, Martial Artists under Grade 1 will die if they meet the Descendants Of The Flying Dagger. And for Grade 1 Great Grandmaster…

Only once they begin to nurture their Divinity, can they block the daggers.

But this is not absolute, it still depends on who's Divinity is stronger, the Descendants' or theirs'.

Of course, the [Flying Dagger Divine Art] is not without flaws.

Every time the Descendant throws a dagger, he will basically use up all of his Essence, Qi, and Spirit. It will take a period of rest and recovery before it can be used again. During the recovery period, even an ordinary person can beat the Descendant.

During individual combat, the Descendants can instantly kill any martial artist below Grade 1 Great Grandmaster.

But in the face of a siege with big numbers at play, then the Descendants can only admit defeat.

The white clothed man has shot nine daggers since he was born. For each dagger, a powerful martial artist fell. The strongest one was a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster from the Southern Ming.

The white clothed man was constantly sharpening his own Divinity, and he's almost only one step away in condensing a Divine Sense.

Unfortunately, although this step seems simple, in fact it is like a moat.

If there is not enough external stimulus and under the pressure of a powerful martial artist's Divinity, he will not be able to complete this last leap.

“Unfortunately, I can't go seek Eunuch Zhao in the Imperial Palace as I can't even enter the Imperial Palace.” The white clothed man sighed.

“However.”

“I may not be able to enter the Imperial Palace, but I can still enter the Shaolin Temple.” The white clothed man thought.

Although the Shaolin Temple is a Great Sect, it does not prohibit pilgrims from visiting and worshiping Buddha.

The white clothed man can completely pretend to be a pilgrim and sneak into the Shaolin Temple.

As long as he enters the Shaolin Temple, the white clothed man can use the [Flying Dagger Divine Art] and feel the Divinity nearby.

As long as the Grade 1 Great Perfection is still in the Shaolin Temple, he will not escape the perception of the white clothed man.

Shaolin Temple.

Su Qin completed today's Sign in opportunity. His eyes turned slightly, and he looked out of the Shaolin Temple.

Ever since the death of the Demon Lord, there have been many spies hiding in the dark outside the Shaolin Temple. Even the pilgrims who visit the Temple every day to worship the Buddha were disguised Martial Artists.

For this, Su Qin is very much aware, but he is too lazy to care. As long as they don't disturb him, he'll let the Abbot handle it.

“I have reached the extreme in [Nine Yang Divine Art]. It is said that you can be like a giant sun, burning the mountains and boiling the sea.”

“I'll try it today.” Su Qin thought.

Cultivating the [Nine Yang Divine Art] basically gave Su Qin an indirect mutual confirmation with the founder of the Technique.

Once you become an Arhat, it is necessary to gather the principles of a different school and enrich oneself.

Thinking of this, Su Qin returned to the Back Mountain, sat cross-legged, and circulated the [Nine Yang Divine Art].

Outside, the Great Strength Hall.

The white clothed man in the attire of a pilgrim walked to a corner stealthily.

After stopping, the white clothed man glanced all around and took a deep breath slightly.

“Now, I need to use [Flying Knife Divine Art] and observe other people's Divinity. As long as it is subtle, even the Grade 1 Great Perfection will not notice anything.” The white clothed man settled down, silently thinking in his heart.

As for whether he can actually bear a Grade 1 Great Perfection's Divinity, the white clothed man was confident.

As a Descendant of the Flying Dagger, he is very good at Divinity. As long as he doesn't die, he can even observe a Legend's Divinity if he wants to and has the opportunity.

Thinking of this, the white clothed man gently closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and touched the mark of the Flying Dagger on the center of his brow.

Weng!!

The white clothed man felt that his perception was infinitely elevated, and he can vaguely 'see' dots of light all around.

“These are the Divinity of the disciples of the Shaolin Temple and the pilgrims…”

The white clothed man did not pay attention to these, and continued to spread his perception, constantly moving towards all directions.

“Not it.”

“Not it.”

The white clothed man's brows slightly wrinkled, and he was faintly sweating.

If he continues, he will exceed his limit.

Just when the white clothed man was about to give up.

His perception finally reached the Back Mountain Forbidden Area of ​​the Shaolin Temple.

And the next moment, the white clothed man 'saw' an unforgettable scene.

He saw that within the scope of his perception, nine round scorching suns suddenly appeared.

The light shone through the darkness and burned the void. Wherever the suns passed by, everything would turn desolate and life was extinguished.

“This is… this is… this is…”

The white clothed man felt that his Divinity was beginning to collapse, and he knelt on the ground. His eyes began to bleed, and he was panicking.

Chapter end