Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 32: Demon Buddha.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

Su Qin didn’t really plan to go to the Back Mountain. After all, he knew and felt the faint aura of a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster coming from the Back Mountain.

But since Su Qin condensed Divine Sense, his grasp of his aura has skyrocketed again, and no ordinary Grade 1 Great Grandmaster could discover him.

“Let’s take a look.”

Su Qin thought for a moment, and made a decision in his heart.

Since the Back Mountain is a forbidden area, there were a large number of Monks patrolling the area at all times. The number far exceeds the ones in the Demon Subduing Tower.

With this level of defense, even if a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster wanted to sneak into the Back Mountain quietly, they may not be able to do it.

But for Su Qin, it’s just a mere few steps.

He enveloped himself with Divine Sense and his aura disappeared. Just like that, Su Qin passed through the patrolling Monks and arrived at the Back Mountain.

After entering the Back Mountain, his field of vision became much more narrow. Su Qin gradually moved towards the depths of the area.

“This feeling?”

Su Qin suddenly stopped and rubbed his eyebrows.

He doesn’t know why, but the further he goes into the Back Mountain, the Golden Buddha in his eyebrows slowly begins to emit Buddha’s radiance.

“There is something related to [Buddha’s Palm] in the Back Mountain.”

Su Qin guessed.

Nine hundred years ago, apart from the loss of [Buddha’s Palm], the strongest skill of the Shaolin Temple, there was another major event that almost destroyed the Shaolin Temple, that is the Demon Buddha.

Su Qin had his own thoughts on how the loss of [Buddha’s Palm] was related to the Demon Buddha.

“[Buddha’s Palm] is a Divine Art of the Arhat level. Only by attaining Arhat Buddhahood can you be qualified to comprehend [Buddha’s Palm].”

“Nine hundred years ago, the Shaolin Temple’s only remaining Arhat passed away right after suppressing the Demon Buddha, which led to the failure in passing down [Buddha’s Palm] in time.”

Su Qin’s thoughts fluctuated, trying to restore the truth and what could’ve possibly happened nine hundred years ago.

“The Arhat only suppressed the Demon Buddha and not killed, this was the only method he could do in order to avoid the disaster of the Shaolin Temple…”

While thinking, Su Qin moved deeper.

After a while.

Five pale-golden hills suddenly appeared in Su Qin’s vision.

“This is?”

Su Qin eyes shrank.

If you look at it from the extreme distance, the five pale-golden hills looked like five fingertips magnified countless times.

Five fingers pointing to the heavens, suppress!

“[Buddha’s Palm]…”

“This is [Buddha’s Palm]!!!”

Su Qin looked up.

Although the ‘hills’ didn’t have any significant aura from them, they started to resonate with the Golden Buddha within Su Qin’s eyebrows.

“The Arhat nine hundred years ago suppressed the Demon Buddha with [Buddha’s Palm]!”

Su Qin was very sure of this.

If it was someone else, even the current Abbot of the Shaolin Temple, they will definitely not think of these ‘hills’ as a ‘palm’.

But Su Qin owns [Buddha’s Palm]’s inheritance.

Although he can’t use it, he knows the aura of [Buddha’s Palm].

Su Qin was now in front of the ‘hills’ and found five skinny figures sitting cross-legged there.

These five figures were all wearing monk robes. Their eyes were closed and their breathing had almost stopped. If it were not for their slightest breath, Su Qin would’ve thought that these five monks had already died long ago.

“Five Holy Monks?”

Su Qin frowned.

The five figures were indeed Grade 1 Holy Monks, but their aura was very strange.

They were neither dead nor alive.

“This should be a secret technique to put oneself in a state of suspended animation to prolong one’s Life Essence. Only when a certain time comes will one wake up.” Su Qin guessed.

Su Qin has obtained dozens of Secret Techniques for suspended animation. Once this type of Secret Technique is used, the body will be completely rigid, losing the possibility of further progress. They will also have no consciousness and would be plunged into eternal darkness.

This state is a tragic torture for anyone. Grade 1 Great Grandmasters would rather die in battle than let themselves suffer such pain.

The reason why the five Holy Monks were doing this, was probably to prevent the Demon Buddha from breaking free of the seal.

Of course, the body of the five Holy Monks sitting in front of the ‘hills’ was far from enough to suppress the Demon Buddha, hence they cooperated with the seal left by the [Buddha’s Palm].

Sigh~

Su Qin sighed slightly.

“Demon Buddha…”

Su Qin turned his gaze and looked at the five pale-golden ‘hills’.

Under Su Qin’s induction, although the five pale-golden ‘hills’ exude the atmosphere of suppressing everything, he can still feel an extremely deep Demonic Energy within it.

“Still not dead even after nine hundred years?” Su Qin frowned.

According to the Shaolin Temple’s records, an existence in the Arhat Buddhahood or Legend Realm can only live up to five hundred years.

Since the Demon Buddha has been suppressed by an Arhat, it means that its level is not much different from an Arhat. Logically speaking, after 900 years, the Demon Buddha should not even have ashes left. Yet, how could still he be alive?

As Su Qin was thinking.

Weng!!

The five pale-golden hills vibrated slightly.

And a Monk wearing a golden robe emerged. He looked down at Su Qin and said: “Buddhist disciple, since you are able to enter Back Mountain, you shall gain my inheritance. Come.”

If it was some other Martial Artist, even if one is a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, they will certainly be attracted knowing that there is some kind of amazing inheritance awaiting before them.

Su Qin’s eyes flashed with a strange color, and he walked straight further into the depths of the Back Mountain.

Soon, Su Qin came to a Buddhist cave. In all directions, there were countless Buddha statues everywhere, a strong majesty shrouded them.

“Buddhist disciple why haven’t you bowed down yet!”

The Monk wearing a golden robe appeared again.

However, Su Qin didn’t care and still stood there. He was even looking directly at the Monk.

“Buddhism emphasizes equality, why should I kneel down?” Su Qin casually asked.

“That’s right.” The Monk seemed to have thought of something and slightly nodded. He then glanced at Su Qin approvingly: “Under the age of thirty, but already a Grade 1. Your innate talent is enough to be ranked in the top five in the Shaolin Temple for thousands of years.”

“Oh?”

Su Qin looked at the Monk with great interest: “Who are you?”

“My name is Pao, Arhat Pao.”

The Monk had a solemn expression, and calmly said.

Arhat Pao is exactly the same Arhat that suppressed the Demon Buddha nine hundred years ago.

It was also since then that the Shaolin Temple had no disciple that was able to achieve Arhat Buddhahood after him.

“Arhat Pao…?”

Su Qin smiled as if he had heard a joke.

The Monk frowned and was about to speak.

But Su Qin’s smile gradually faded, and his expression turned cold. He them said something that changed the expression of the Monk:

“Or should I say… Demon Buddha!”