Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 67: To Be With Buddha For Life.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

The white clothed man trembled all over, kneeling on the ground, and the mark of the Flying Dagger in the center of his eyebrows was also faintly beginning to collapse.

The Descendants Of The Flying Dagger do not specially cultivate their Internal Strength nor their Body, and only focused on Divinity.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that the Descendants don’t understand martial arts, but rather comparing their Internal Strength and Body to their powerful Divinity, the former can simply be ignored.

Because of this extreme focus on one aspect, it brought forth the horror of each generation of Flying Daggers.

But at this moment, the Flying Dagger mark that highlights all the Divinity of the white clothed man was actually beginning to collapse and destroy itself.

How incredible is this?

Perhaps a Grade 1 Great Perfection can kill the white clothed man, but it is impossible to destroy the white clothed man’s Divinity.

Divinity not only represents the Spiritual Cultivation of the white clothed man, but also symbolizes the belief of the white clothed man himself.

His Body can be destroyed, but faith is not that easy to destroy.

“This is?!!!” The eyes of the man began to bleed.

He barely approached the Back Mountain and he even didn’t take a long ‘look’.

But the result was, he felt as if there were 9 suns across the sky and he had returned to the age of ancient mythology. The atmosphere was wild, ancient, and overwhelming.

How could the white clothed man’s Divinity bear all that? Hence, he collapsed on the spot, and suffered a backlash.

“How could there be such a Divinity in the world?” The white clothed man’s voice could not help but tremble.

Normally, the Divinity of an ordinary person is almost equivalent to a ‘small dot’, and the Divinity of a martial artist may be slightly larger.

And even the Divinity of a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, is only just as good as a ‘Fireball’.

But just now, the white clothed man felt the Divinity from the Back Mountain encompassing everything, it was by no means a dot.

…

At the same time.

In the Back Mountain Forbidden Area.

Su Qin who was running [Nine Yang Divine Art] quietly opened his eyes.

“Someone is spying on me?” Su Qin frowned.

As he was in cultivation just now, he vaguely felt a glimmer of peeping eyes.

Well it’s not really peeping. Rather it’s just like when an ant accidentally glances at you from a long distance away.

If Su Qin has not entered Arhat, he may not be aware of it. After all, this glimpse is too unremarkable and weak to notice. But after attaining Arhat, Su Qin’s control of the outside world has reached an extreme.

That’s why he easily locked on to this glimpse.

“Interesting.” Su Qin got up and took a step forward.

In an instant, Su Qin left the Back Mountain and came to a corner of the Shaolin Temple.

In front of Su Qin, was the white clothed man trembling on his knees.

“Oh, a Descendant Of The Flying Dagger?” Su Qin only took a glance before immediately realizing the entire development.

Although Su Qin has mostly been in the Shaolin Temple, he still heard the story of the “Flying Dagger”.

In the history of the Shaolin Temple, many Holy Monks have fought against a Descendant of a certain generation of the Flying Dagger. And after returning to the Shaolin Temple, they recorded it in an ancient book and put it inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Su Qin has been in the Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, and he often saw these records in the Scripture Pavilion.

According to the records of Holy Monks, the [Flying Dagger Divine Art] is a pure and mysterious art, similar to the [Demonic Will Split Propagation] or the [Heavenly Demon Scheme].

“His Divinity collapsed, even if he survives, he would be a waste.” Su Qin thought.

He more or less understood why the white clothed man ended up like this. And it was nothing more than overestimating one’s capabilities. He wanted to spy on Su Qin using his Divinity.

But unfortunately.

Su Qin’s Divinity has long been condensed into Divine Sense, and to top it all off, when he reached an Arhat, it’s strength had skyrocketed by God knows how many times.

Plus, Su Qin was using the [Nine Yang Divine Art] at the time, so how could the white clothed man even ‘peep’?

“I greet, I greet the Venerable…”

The white clothed man saw Su Qin appearing out of thin air, and felt that his aura was the same as the one in the Back Mountain.

At this moment, how could he not realize that the Shaolin Temple has an Arhat?

If he had known this a long time ago, no matter how confident and arrogant the white clothed man was, he would not peep at an Arhat.

“It’s a pity.”

Su Qin looked at the white clothed man and shook his head slightly.

He didn’t mean to rescue him. The white clothed man ended up like this because of his actions. He couldn’t blame anyone other than himself.

Furthermore, his Divinity collapsed, even if Su Qin wanted to save it, he couldn’t.

Thinking of this, Su Qin turned and left, returning to the Back Mountain to comprehend the [Nine Yang Divine Art] again.

Soon, the Shaolin Temple found a white clothed man.

Abbot Hui Wen recognized that the white clothed man is the Descendant of the Flying Dagger.

“Abbot, I have disturbed the Venerable. I have committed a crime deserving ten thousand deaths. I hope that Abbot will take me in. I am willing to be with the Buddha for life.” The white clothed man bowed and said solemnly.

Before coming to the Shaolin Temple, the white clothed man had always pursued the Martial Dao limit as his goal, but after entering the Shaolin Temple and barely peeping at the tip of the iceberg in the Back Mountain, he realized the gap between him and the strong.

How dare he claim to pursue the Martial Dao’s limits when compared with the person in the Back Mountain, he was nothing but a drop in the ocean?

The backlash on his Body coupled with the collapse of his Divinity, made the white clothed man feel disheartened.

“Patron, you have to think about it clearly…”

Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads glanced at each other, then slowly said.

Although the white clothed man is basically a useless person at the moment, he is, after all a Descendant Of The Flying Dagger. Whether it is insight or knowledge, he pretty much surpasses the common Martial Artist.

If the white clothed man really enters the Shaolin Temple, it will have certain benefits for the Shaolin Temple’s foundation.

“Abbot, I have already figured it out clearly.” The white clothed man sighed softly in his heart and said firmly.

“In that case, this poor monk will guide you personally.” Abbot Hui Wen put his hands together and said.

Years passed…

In addition to Signing In everyday, Su Qin was continuously cultivating.

Ever since he came to know that Legends still exists in the depths of the endless ocean beyond the continent, Su Qin’s desire for strength has resurfaced.

“Whether it is an Arhat or Legend, if you want to continue to grow stronger and ascend higher, what you need is not only cultivating yourself, but also the insights of the Heavens and Earth!” Su Qin was currently sitting cross-legged, his eyes turned bright.

During this period of time, through his own efforts and continuous consumption of Glazed Golden Core, Su Qin’s cultivation was quite smooth.