Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Chapter 9: A Fallen Leaf.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

At the Dharma Court.

Black demonic energy covered the Heavens and Earth. It madly moved in all directions, shrouding everything in demonic energy. The Shaolin Temple disciples were invaded by the demonic energy and quickly succumbed to it.

In the depths of the rich black demonic energy, Buddha’s radiance was burning faintly like a candle about to go out soon.

Obviously, the radiance was struggling to contend with the demonic energy and will not last long.

Once this last bit of Buddha’s radiance goes out, the Shaolin Temple will become the Demon Buddha’s Domain.

“Old Fogey Hui Wen, give it up already. You already know how terrifying the power of the Demon Buddha is!” Zhen Xing said slowly.

Currently, all the Court Heads of the Shaolin Temple have lost their resistance, and Abbot Hui Wen also won’t be able to hold on for much longer. Zhen Xing was already bound to win.

“Fortunately, I brought all the Heads and Abbot together, otherwise if someone escapes and uses the Shaolin Temple’s heritage to destroy the Temple, I am afraid it will not go so smoothly.”

Zhen Xing’s expression flashed with pride.

In the end, the Shaolin Temple is still a Great Sect. Even if there was no Grade 1 Holy Monk in this generation, its foundation still possesses enough power to stop him.

However.

No matter how strong their heritage is, someone has to use it.

But now, everyone who can use the heritage has been completely rendered powerless by him, no one was spared.

When Zhen Xing was about to take action to completely solve(aka kill) Abbot Hui Wen, his face suddenly changed as he felt something.

“This is?”

Zhen Xing suddenly looked up towards the Scripture Pavilion.

An aura made of the purest Yang was easily breaking through the mighty Demonic energy, like a sharp sword.

The endless demonic energy is formed by the power of the Demon Buddha. Although it is illusory, even a Grade 2 Martial Artist will easily succumb to it.

However, this upcoming Yang energy broke through the black demonic energy as if it were thin paper.

The next moment.

This aura crossed thousands of meters and came to Zhen Xing in an instant.

“Not good!!”

Zhen Xing’s scalp tingled, he was about to retreat and avoid it.

But it was too late.

The Yang energy penetrated the center of Zhen Xing’s eyebrows, and he was sent flying into the thousand-year ancient bell behind him.

Bang~

A magnificent chime resounded.

“I…”

Zhen Xing’s eyes were blank, and his body exploded.

Losing its source, the demonic energy that enveloped half of the Shaolin Temple dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Abbot Hui Wen, who was preparing to self-destruct, was stunned.

He never dreamed that Zhen Xing ‘self-destructed’ first rather than him…

“No.”

“He did not self-destruct .”

“Someone did this.”

Abbot Hui Wen was indeed worthy of being a veteran Grade 2 Martial Artist, as he realized something did not add up immediately.

Just then.

Weng~!

The remaining faint demonic energy condensed, and a new “Zhen Xing” formed.

“Am I dead?”

Zhen Xing was dripping in cold sweat.

If it weren’t for the [Death Substitution Technique] from the Demon Buddha’s inheritance, he would’ve been really dead at this moment.

But even so, Zhen Xing was not all lucky because [Death Substitution Technique] is a forbidden technique. Each descendant of the Demon Buddha can only use it once in his life, which is equivalent to a second life.

Zhen Xing’s face turned pale, as he looked at the thousand-year ancient bell not far away.

He then saw a withered leaf on the ancient bell.

“A leaf?”

“I died because of a leaf?”

Zhen Xing’s heart was full of waves.

If he died from a Divine Weapon, he would’ve recognized it.

But no, he died from a fallen leaf…

Just how strong one needs to be to kill him with just an ordinary leaf?

Zhen Xing couldn’t imagine it.

“And…”

Zhen Xing touched his eyebrows. Even though he survived by using the [Death Substitution Technique], he’s still feeling the aura of the Yang energy in between his eyebrows that’s continuously dissolving demonic energy within him.

Under the constant pressure of this Yang energy, Zhen Xing has no more than one tenth of his strength. He can’t even beat a Grade 3 right now.

“The Shaolin Temple is really deep and unmeasurable……”

Zhen Xing glanced at Abbot Hui Wen who was also shocked, and knew he should leave.

If he doesn’t leave, not only will he not be able to destroy the Shaolin Temple, but he will also die here.

Thinking of this, Zhen Xing turned into a phantom and fled without the slightest hesitation.

Although Abbot Hui Wen saw this, there was nothing he could do.

Indeed, Zhen Xing lost a huge part of his strength, but was he not in the same state?

After being hit by Zhen Xing’s sneak attack and the demonic energy, Abbot Hui Wen’s injury at the moment was much more severe than Zhen Xing’s.

…

Outside the Shaolin Temple.

A phantom was rushing frantically.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

“I was close, I was so close!!!”

Zhen Xing was mad with hatred.

The descendants of the Demon Buddha can certainly step into Grade 2 or even Grade 1 in a short time under the reinforcement of the Demonic Will.

But in return, every descendant of the Demon Buddha had their temperament completely distorted, and only aimed to destroy the Shaolin Temple as a lifetime goal.

Moreover, the lifespan of the Demon Buddha’s descendants is very short, and they will die within five years at most.

“The person who just struck and killed me with the leaf should at least be a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster.”

“Moreover, he’s an extremely powerful Grade 1 Great Grandmaster at that!”

“But aren’t there no Holy Monks in the Shaolin Temple anymore?”

Zhen Xing took a deep breath and looked back at the Shaolin Temple: “That Grade 1 Great Grandmaster… he will not come after me right?”

But when Zhen Xing relaxed slightly.

A calm voice, neither fast nor slow, suddenly sounded.

“Are you looking for me?”

Bang!!!

Zhen Xing’s hair stood on their ends, he instantly looked towards the sound’s source.

He saw a man in a gray monk robe looking at him.

“You are?”

Zhen Xing found Su Qin familiar.

Before Zhen Xing became corrupted by the Demonic Will, although he was a genius of the Arhat Court, he had still entered the Shaolin Temple at the same time as Su Qin and was familiar with him.

But Su Qin is just a sweeping monk, so he usually doesn’t pay attention to him.

“It’s you!”

Zhen Xing’s mind flashed, and he finally remembered who Su Qin was.

Zhen Xing even said a few words to Su Qin when they just entered.

However, as Su Qin was assigned to the Handyman Court and became a sweeping monk, Zhen Xing never contacted Su Qin again.

In Zhen Xing’s view, he and Su Qin were destined to walk on different paths.

Even now, Zhen Xing has become the heir of the Demon Buddha, and he couldn’t fathom how Su Qin was here.

“When did you get here?”

The more Zhen Xing looked at Su Qin, the more shocked he became.

Although Su Qin looks like an ordinary person in front of him at the moment and there was no fluctuation of Internal Strength from him, but the more Zhen Xing looked at Su Qin, the more wrong Zhen Xing felt.

After all, who is he?

He is the heir of the Demon Buddha! Even if he was injured right now, the aura he has was still enough to make the common Martial Artist’s heart tremble, not to mention an ‘ordinary person’ like Su Qin.

If Su Qin was really an ‘ordinary person’, shouldn’t his legs feel weak at the moment?

Just when Zhen Xing was in a state of uncertainty, Su Qin suddenly said something that made him change expression.

“You didn’t die after getting hit? The Demon Buddha is not simple.”

Zhen Xing’s expression froze, and he immediately retreated by leaping several hundred meters away; as if he was facing an enemy, as if he’s facing a danger that concerned his life and death.

“Who exactly are you?”