Sign-In Buddha's Palm - Chapter 37
Chapter 37: Intruder.
Edited by: Mochiusagi
“If there is no intervention, Hui Wen would probably not be able to survive tonight.”
Su Qin carefully observed Abbot Hui Wen’s aura and deduced.
“Such a pity.” Su Qin sighed slightly.
Although Su Qin had not received much preferential treatment in the Temple and Abbot Hui Wen has never specifically targeted him, but after the Late Handyman Court Head passed away, Abbot Hui Wen approached Su Qin and had given him the chance to return to the outside.
Moreover, although Abbot Hui Wen did not bring Shaolin Temple to prosperity, he at least kept its foundation, which allowed Su Qin to Sign In for more than ten years without any problems.
“If Hui Wen dies, the Shaolin Temple will inevitably be thrown into chaos, and even arouse prying eyes from outside forces.”
“By that time, I wouldn’t be able to be as leisurely as before. And it may even be impossible to Sign In.” Su Qin thought.
“Alright, I can’t just ignore that happening.”
Su Qin created a Domain which stretched a few meters away from him.
In the Domain, the outsider’s line of sight is blurred, even the light itself is faintly distorted, they can only see a vague figure standing there and not recognize who it was.
In the depths of the Bodhi Court.
The Court Heads all gathered together, their expressions full of grief.
“Can’t the Abbot be saved?”
The Dharma Court Head looked towards the Bodhi Court Head and solemnly asked.
Over the past year, when Abbot Hui Wen started his retreat, all matters of the Shaolin Temple were handled by the Dharma Court Head.
None of them expected that Abbot Hui Wen would encounter something like this!
The Bodhi Court Head shook his head, his expression grave: “In a Cultivation Deviation, the tendons and veins are in disorder, even if a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster consumed his Cultivation Base, that can only save his life. As for complete recovery, it’s impossible…”
The other Court Heads were silent.
In fact, they were already prepared for what the Bodhi Court Head just said. After all, they are Martial Dao Cultivators and they certainly knew what’s the most taboo in it, which is Cultivation Deviation.
The Martial Monk Court Head called at Abbot Hui Wen who was sitting cross-legged.
The other Court Heads also looked sad. Especially the head of Dharma Courtyard. He was currently taking over all matters of the Shaolin Temple and immediately realized that if Abbot Hui Wen passed away, what impact will it have on the Shaolin Temple?
Although the Shaolin Temple has no shortage of martial artists in the Upper Realm, only Abbot Hui Wen is Grade 2.
If Abbot Hui Wen is gone, the Shaolin Temple would not have any Grade 2 Martial Artist anymore.
There was already doubt about them being called a Great Sect because they did not have a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, much more if they lost their only Grade 2.
The only reason why nothing has happened so far, is entirely because of the Shaolin Temple’s deep heritage, so no one dares to provoke them.
Once the Shaolin Temple loses their title as a Great Sect, they will be besieged by many forces.
The Shaolin Temple cannot bear such a thing happening.
Suddenly, Abbot Hui Wen’s eyes slowly opened, and said with difficulty: “I was too anxious this time.”
Abbot Hui Wen’s face was pale, without a trace of blood.
At this moment, the Internal Strength within his body is completely messed up, he can’t even move an inch; even right now he can barely speak, it is done through sheer willpower.
“Abbot, please be okay.”
The Martial Monk Court Head immediately approached the Abbot, his eyes red.
Abbot Hui Wen shook his head, and looked towards the Dharma Court Head: “After I pass away, I’ll leave the Shaolin Temple to you.”
The Dharma Court head nodded heavily. No matter what, the inheritance of the Shaolin Temple cannot be destroyed, no matter how high the price he must pay.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the Bodhi Court.
“Who are you? How dare you break into the Bodhi Court?”
A Monk’s violent shout sounded.
Outside the Bodhi Court, a large number of Patrolling Monks stared at a vague existence with wariness.
Because of the retreat of Abbot Hui Wen, the Bodhi Court has been guarded by many monks.
“Get out of the way.”
Su Qin was too lazy to explain anything. At this moment, his voice and appearance were covered by a Secret Technique. It is impossible for anyone to recognize his identity.
Su Qin’s steps were neither fast nor slow, but every step taken brought terrifying pressure.
Under this pressure, the monks felt as if they were facing a God. Their Inner Strength stopped, they then fell to the ground and passed out.
Soon, Su Qin arrived at the depths of the Bodhi Court.
The Court Heads just heard the violent shouts of the monks outside when they saw a vague silhouette coming in, and their expressions suddenly changed.
At this moment, they realized that this vague silhouette who broke in suddenly, is a terrifying existence.
The monks guarding outside the Bodhi Court are the elites of the Shaolin Temple. Even Grade 2 Martial Artists like Abbot Hui Wen would take a while to break past them.
But this fuzzy silhouette in front of them?
He didn’t even do anything.
How terrifying is this?
The Martial Monk Court Head roared. His aura soared and he fiercely punched towards Su Qin.
This punch contained the life-long knowledge and strength of the Martial Monk Court Head. It was enough to make a Grade 2 Martial Artist pale.
However, under the incredible gazes of everyone, when the Martial Monk Court Head’s fist reached ten meters from the fuzzy figure, it was stuck and couldn’t move further.
“Don’t cause trouble!” Su Qin frowned, letting out a bit of his aura.
In an instant, a terrifying Domain covered the sky and sun, and enveloping the entire Dharma Court.
The Court Heads were like insects in amber under this Domain, they were unable to move even a little bit. Not only that, their Internal Strength seemed to be frightened and instantly shrank back into their dantian, not daring to come out.
This scene completely shocked the Court Heads.
They are all in the Upper Realm, which can be regarded as a powerhouse, but in front of this figure, they were as fragile as a baby. They couldn’t even lift their hands, and they all lost the ability to resist.
What kind of strength do you need to achieve this level?
The Court Heads’ scalps numbed as they looked at the fuzzy figure with panic.
Su Qin walked past the Court Heads who had been confined in place by him, and came to Abbot Hui Wen.