Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 68: To Meet Buddha!

Edited by: Mochiusagi

“It’s a pity.”

“The cultivation in the Arhat realm is completely different from the 9 Grades.”

“It’s been so long, yet I still haven’t touched the bottleneck of the 2nd Heavenly Layer.”

Su Qin was currently sitting cross-legged, he felt the difficulty of Cultivation.

“But as long as I continue taking Glazed Golden Cores, I should step into the 2nd Heavenly Layer soon.” Su Qin thought.

The Glazed Golden Core can not only provide a huge medicinal efficacy for Su Qin to absorb, but it also keeps Su Qin in the state of ‘sudden enlightenment’ at all times. Hence, he can get better insights regarding the Heavens and Earth, and expand his control more.

“I need one to two months to digest one Glazed Golden Core. If there are dozens of them, it will take about 100 months? So less than ten years?”

Su Qin silently calculated and felt a bit better.

Taking ten years to step into the 2nd Heavenly Layer was quite satisfactory. It was neither too fast nor too slow.

However, if the past Shaolin Temple’s Arhat, or those Legends outside, knew what Su Qin was thinking at the moment, they would certainly vomit blood.

Because whether it is an Arhat or a Legend, if you want to move from the 1st Heavenly Layer to the 2nd Heavenly Layer, if you did not have an encounter that helped boost your cultivation, it will take at least a hundred years to achieve that!

Many Legends get stuck in the 1st Heavenly Layer until their lifespan reaches the limit of five hundred years.

But what about Su Qin?

Ten years to the 2nd Heavenly Layer?! And he still thinks it’s only mediocre speed?

Next, Su Qin returned to his usual life.

Sign In, Cultivation, Sign In, Cultivation…

This just kept looping and looping.

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

But for Su Qin, it is extremely enjoyable.

Everything in the world, whether it be…

Power?

Beauty?

Wealth?

All of that will pass.

What matters is that the feeling of comfort you get, when you know you are getting stronger every day.

Meanwhile, the Shaolin Temple also returned to calm. After the Demon Lord’s death spread, many people in the Jianghu (Martial Arts community) wanted to visit and see Su Qin.

But these were rejected by Abbot Hui Wen.

Su Qin has long asked Abbot Hui Wen not to disturb him, unless it was related to the survival of the Shaolin Temple.

Time passed and in a blink of an eye, it was the day when the Shaolin Temple was recruiting disciples again.

The Shaolin Temple is a Great Sect, so in order to continue its inheritance, the number of disciples needs to be maintained at a certain point every year.

Neither too much nor too little.

If it’s too much, it will decentralize the supply of Martial Dao resources. After all, whether it is the Bodhi Court or other Courts, the resources provided every year are limited.

The more disciples, the more the less the supply for each and because of this, some geniuses may be buried.

But it also cannot be too few, if something happens in the future, it may lead to a failure to pass on the inheritance.

For any Sect, the failure to pass on the inheritance is a terrifying consequence.

In history, many Great Sects like the Shaolin Temple, disappeared in the years because of the lack of new disciples.

Dharma Court.

Abbot Hui Wen and all the Court Heads were gathered there.

Besides them, there is also a child.

This child faintly exudes a special aura, and felt extremely mysterious.

Of course, this kind of special aura cannot be noticed by the ordinary person. Only the Martial Artist of the Upper Realm and when one’s Body has begun to get used to the World’s Essence Qi can feel it a little.

“This child is predestined with Buddha…”

The Dharma Court Head took a closer look at the child, his eyes full of wonder.

This child has never been exposed to any Buddhist Cultivation technique, so for him to show such a Buddhist natural phenomenon, it was almost impossible.

“Not bad.”

“When I first saw it at the time, I also couldn’t believe it.”

The Disciplinary Court Head nodded and said: “With his aptitude, as long as he doesn’t die halfway, his future achievements will at least not be lower than a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster.”

No one of the other Court Heads refuted such a claim.

Even Abbot Hui Wen remained silent, apparently agreeing with this sentence.

The Disciplinary Court Head has given such a high evaluation. The child is just over ten years old, but he already concluded that the future achievements of the other party will not be lower than Grade 1 Great Grandmaster?

What does this mean?

It represents terrifying potential.

Although Abbot Hui Wen is a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster at the moment, and his innate talent is also good, no matter how confident Abbot Hui Wen is, when he was 10, he dare not say that he will definitely become a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster.

If you want to enter Grade 1, Martial Dao aptitude is only one aspect, there’s acquired opportunities, temperament polishing, and luck that play crucial roles.

But with just the child’s aptitude, the Court Heads and Abbot Hui Wen determined that the other party can step into Grade 1.

From this, one can imagine how high the status of this child is in the heart of Abbot Hui Wen.

“You go down first.”

When Abbot Hui Wen saw that the child’s face had turned pale, he immediately understood that the other party was frightened. He immediately let a disciple take the child along to withdraw and rest.

“Okay.”

“Say it.”

“What do you think?”

Abbot Hui Wen looked at the Court Heads.

The Court Heads looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally the Martial Monk Court Head coughed softly: “Abbot, I have many Martial Monk Court disciples, but few can be successful. It’s better to let him enter the Martial Monk Court…”

“Nonsense!”

The Martial Monk Court Head was interrupted by the Arhat Court Head, saying: “Every year, almost half of the disciples enter your Martial Monk Court. In contrast, my Arhat Court is really miserable…”

The Arhat Court Head paused, looked at Abbot Hui Wen, and continued: “So, if he were to accept entering the Arhat Court…”

“My Disciplinary Court is also short of people as of late…”

…

When Abbot Hui Wen saw the Court Heads competing with each other, he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

“Alright, stop it.”

Abbot Hui Wen waved his hand.

“None of you are qualified to accept the child…”

Abbot Hui Wen glanced at everyone, and finally added: “Neither am I.”

When he said this, the Court Heads were puzzled.

If they were not qualified, then who is qualified?

Only the thoughtful Dharma Court Head has something in mind, before cautiously asking: “Abbot, do you want to ask the Venerable to accept him…”

“Indeed.” Abbot Hui Wen slightly nodded.

The other Court Heads were slightly surprised when they heard this, but they also felt it to be very reasonable.

With the aptitude shown by the child, even if they really take him in as a disciple, they wouldn’t know how to guide him.

…

The next day.

Abbot Hui Wen took the child and moved towards the Back Mountain.

“Abbot, where are we going?”

The child blinked and his face showed his confusion.

“Where to go?”

Abbot Hui Wen stopped and was silent for a while, his eyes flashed inexplicable awe.

“I will take you to meet…”

“Buddha!!!”