Sign In Buddha’s Palm

“Get up.”

It was only after Su Qin said this, did Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads dared to straighten their waists a little bit; but even so, they still lowered their heads, not daring to look at Su Qin directly.

“Venerable, there’s this fog outside the Back Mountain…” Abbot Hui Wen cautiously organized his words.

In Abbot Hui Wen’s mind, the young Monk sitting cross-legged in front of him is a disciple of the younger generation, but an Arhat that is at the top of the world. He is the reincarnation of the Buddha. He is destined to break the limits of the world in the future.

“Fog?”

“That’s just the by-product.”

Su Qin didn’t really care much about it.

This fog was nothing but a natural phenomenon that’s produced by the condensation of World’s Essence Qi into a substance.

It’s not a real fog.

“By-product…”

The Court Heads looked at each other. They felt surreal.

They quietly inhaled a breath of the fog outside just now, and they could clearly perceive the benefits it brought upon to themselves.

Especially for the Arhat Court Head. When he was young, he spent most of his energy on external work, resulting in some internal injuries in his Body.

These internal injuries accumulate. Although there was nothing happening right now, when the Arhat Court Head gets older, the repercussions would should itself.

The Arhat Court Head was also worried about this, but there was nothing he could do.

The internal injuries were deep in his Body. Unless he enters Grade 1 and transforms his Body, it will be difficult to get rid of them.

But now, just after inhaling a few breaths of the fog, the Arhat Court Head actually felt that his internal injuries slowly improved.

Although there was still some distance from complete recovery, at least it will not continue to deteriorate.

For him, the fog is comparable to an Immortal Pill, and yet in Su Qin’s mouth, it was just a by-product that’s not worth mentioning.

The Court Heads were speechless and didn’t know what to say for a while.

They were all Martial Artists of the Upper Realm, and were being washed by the World’s Essence Qi every day. Of course they recognize that the fog was the condensation of World’s Essence Qi.

However, recognizing is recognizing but actually seeing or experiencing it is another; and it was simply incredible.

“Since you are already here, let’s talk about something…”

Su Qin glanced at Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads. He said: “Each day, some of the ‘fog’ will spread in the Back Mountain. You can choose some disciples or yourselves to absorb it.”

Once the Essence Gathering Holy Land Array is set up, it will draw World’s Essence Qi. The World’s Essence Qi is then compressed by the Array to form substance, and the by-product, which is the fog, would overflow outside the Array.

Compared to the substance formed from the World’s Essence Qi, the fog was far inferior.

Nonetheless, it still has a great effect on those Middle Realm disciples and even to the Upper Realm Court Heads of the Temple.

It can nurture their Body, improve their Cultivation and so on.

Su Qin reminded Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads about this because they can’t just waste anything needlessly.

In any case, Su Qin doesn’t want the fog anyway. And the fog would just naturally dissipate. Hence, it’s better to make use of it to better help the Shaolin Temple.

However, Su Qin undermined how shocking the words he just said towards Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads.

The fog was not like medicinal pills that’s gone after eating them.

In their understanding, the fog should be being produced continuously. Even if they absorbed it all today, more will still appear tomorrow.

What does this mean?

This means that this was an inexhaustible treasure.

“Many thanks, Venerable.”

Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads moved towards Su Qin and deeply bowed.

At this moment, besides gratitude, there was awe.

“You all can go out.” Su Qin said.

The Essence Gathering Holy Land has just been formed and he still has not had time to sink his heart to ‘experience’ it himself, as he was approached by Abbot Hui Wen and the others.

Now that he has finished explaining, Su Qin naturally chased them away.

“Yes.”

Abbot Hui Wen and the others respectfully retreated.

“It’s a pity that I still need to personally maintain it every once in a while. Otherwise, at most, in 20 years, the effectiveness of the Array will continue to decrease.”

“And after a 100 years, it will completely become an abandoned Array.”

Su Qin thought silently.

This kind of World’s Essence Qi Gathering Array was not like those Concealing and Suppression Arrays.

The latter is only in a very small range, which means it only has small fluctuations and does not need to be adjusted constantly, so it can survive forever.

Especially the Concealing Array, which can last for almost a 1000 years, such as the secret room where Pao Arhat passed away. It was not discovered by Su Qin until 900 years later.

900 years after the battle, it can still avoid Su Qin’s Divine Sense.

But the Essence Gathering Holy Land Array is different.

It spans several dozen li, moving large amounts of World’s Essence Qi.

And once World’s Essence Qi is transformed by the Array, the Essence Gathering Holy Land Array will naturally have to make corresponding changes.

Su Qin closed his eyes, immersing himself in Cultivation.

At this same time, Abbot Hui Wen and the Court Heads walked out of the Back Mountain.

Abbot Hui Wen stopped and looked back at the slowly diffusing fog.

“This fog can only last for 50 years, but it can protect the Shaolin Temple and give it 300 years of prosperity!”

Abbot Hui Wen sighed and said softly.

“50 years?”

“300 years of prosperity?”

The other Court Heads were shocked and looked at Abbot Hui Wen in disbelief.

They had already overestimated the possible influence of the fog on the Shaolin Temple, but according to Abbot Hui Wen, it seems that the importance of fog was far more than their imagination.

“You don’t believe it?”

Abbot Hui Wen glanced at the Court Heads, shook his head and continued: “I have estimated that under this kind of fog, within 10 years of Cultivation, the Upper Realm Martial Artists of our Shaolin Temple will give birth to at least two Grade 1 Great Grandmasters within 20 years.”

“In 50 years, the number of Great Grandmasters in our temple will number eight to ten.”

“With so many Great Grandmasters, the number of powerhouses born in our Temple will only increase. If this continues, the 300 years of prosperity will probably be even an underestimation…”

Abbot Hui Wen said slowly.

The Court Heads were dumbfounded.

Especially when they heard that the number of Grade 1 Great Grandmasters will reach eight to ten 50 years later, it was incredible.

This is a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster they were talking about!

In today’s world, only a whole strong country could have such a large number of Great Grandmasters!