The strongest sniper king

Chapter 814 Another plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain
Unlike the samurai, the monk from the island country seemed to be just an ordinary monk, without any foundation in martial arts.

Li An's slap just now, even if he was merciful, would at least be half dead, and he should never get up from the ground.

The island monk got up from the ground staggeringly, as if he couldn't stand still, and his face became distorted because of Li An's slap.

Seeing this, the warriors covering their faces with their hands jumped over to protect the monks from the island country, and threw smoke bombs.

The smoke filled the air, instantly hiding the island warriors and monks.

Could it be that you want to escape from the fog?

Similar plots often appear in island country movies and TV. The ninja throws a smoke bomb, and then disappears out of thin air.

The smoke bombs were nothing more than a cover-up, and Li An didn't believe that those guys would disappear out of thin air.

Unless they can create a portal at any time, it is possible to disappear suddenly from one place.

"Clack clap clap."

There were bursts of bones bursting in the mist, followed by six screams.

A gust of wind blew, the mist cleared, and a terrifying picture appeared in front of everyone.

The clothes and skins of the monks from the island country were thrown on the ground, and there was a half-human, half-beast monster that looked like a spider spirit.

As for the six warriors, they were hung on the spider's tentacles, and their essence and blood had been sucked dry, turning them into mummies.

evildoer!

Everyone was startled.

Seeing this, the Shaolin monks did not need any instructions, and one by one carried eyebrow-leveling sticks and set up formations to trap the spiders.

"Tsk tsk."

The spider let out a strange cry, and swayed its feet to attack the monks.

"Snapped."

A monk held up a wooden stick in his hand to block, but the wooden stick was cut into two pieces by the spider's tentacles, and he was almost disembowelled. .

Li An frowned slightly.

Those Shaolin monks who trapped the spider monsters were mostly Wu Zunjing, and among them were masters of the sixth level of Wu Zun. After forming a stick formation, they might be able to kill even the masters whose strength was close to Wu Zongjing.

but
The spider monster is really too fierce, especially those tentacles are so sharp that they can hurt you when you touch it.

Seeing that the stick formation was about to be broken, Li An took out the vajra, ready to give the spider a blow.

"Amitabha Buddha, the most important place of Buddhism, Qi can be arrogant by you, a monstrous evildoer!"

With the sound of the Buddha's trumpet, you can see the abbot of Shaolin with a golden light, as if his figure has been raised.

Then, the abbot raised his right hand and slowly pushed it forward.

A golden palm condensed into shape in the air, pressing towards the spider monster in the stick formation.

Mighty Vajra Palm!
Li An recognized it at a glance, and it was a secret Buddhist technique in Shaolin's unique art.

Seeing this, the spider raised its head and spit out bloody spider silk, weaving a web in the air, and even blocked the golden palm in the air.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

The abbot uttered the Buddha's name again, and continued to push his palm forward.

"Snapped."

The bloody spider web collapsed instantly, and the golden palm pressed on the spider.

The golden light dissipated, and there was no spider on the ground, only a ball of meat sauce.

"Amitabha Buddha." The abbot recited the scriptures, with a feeling of self-blame after killing a life.

Those Shaolin monks also raised their hands one after another, chanting scriptures like the abbot.

pedantic.

It doesn't matter if he is a demon or a human being, since he commits a murder here, is it possible that he still has to stand and be killed by him?
Li An thought to himself, turned his head and looked inside the Shaolin Temple, where a little novice ran out in a panic.

"The abbot is not good, the abbot is not good!"

The abbot closed his eyes slightly, but his expression changed slightly.

What I said is that the abbot is not good, isn't the abbot standing here properly?

It wasn't until the little novice came to him that the abbot opened his eyes and reprimanded lightly with the appearance of an expert: "Buddhas are quiet, what's the point of shouting? Go back and recite the meditation mantra ten times!"

"Yes." The little novice had a look of grievance, but he still responded lightly, not daring to disobey.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" the abbot asked.

The little novice showed panic again, and shouted loudly: "The abbot is not good, someone has stolen the Sutra Pavilion, and Master Wuxin was injured!"

"What?" The abbot looked shocked, he didn't look like an eminent monk.

The Sutra Pavilion can be said to be the forbidden area of ​​Shaolin, even ordinary monks don't even think about stepping a step further.

Wu Xin is the monk who guards the Sutra Pavilion, possessing the strength of Wu Zunjing, and even he was injured in the end.

Li An's expression also changed when he heard the words, what he had been worried about all along happened, and Su Xiaomei really made her idea to Shaolin Temple.

"call."

The abbot leaped out and ran towards the Sutra Pavilion directly using light-weight exercises.

Those monks didn't say a word, they chased after them with their eyebrow sticks in hand.

Li An sighed secretly and followed. It is still not certain that Su Xiaomei was the one who stole the Sutra Pavilion.

Wu Xin, whose chest was stained with blood, was lying in front of the door of the Sutra Pavilion. When he saw the abbot approaching, he struggled to sit up, saluted with one hand and called, "Abbot."

The abbot fell down, first threw a healing pill into Wu Xin's mouth, and then asked, "What's missing?"

"The Book of Changes was robbed, and several Buddhist breathing methods were also lost." Wu Xin replied.

"Have you seen the other party's appearance clearly?" the abbot asked.

Wu Xin shook his head and said, "That man is masked and dressed in black, he looks like a ninja from an island country."

Ninja?
The abbot's expression darkened, and he suddenly realized that everyone had been tricked before. The "monks" from the island country were just trying to deceive people and trick them into leaving the gate so that people could sneak in.

Li An felt relieved, since he is a ninja, it should have nothing to do with Su Xiaomei.

"Where did he go?" the abbot asked.

Although the possibility of catching up with the opponent is very small now, but he can't give up just yet, after all, what the opponent stole is Shaolin Chongbao.

"Past"

As soon as Wu Xin opened his mouth, he heard someone shouting in shock: "It's on fire, the Bodhidharma hall is on fire!"

"Put out the fire!" The abbot disappeared after dropping these words.

Someone actually set fire in Shaolin Temple, nine out of ten it was related to the people who broke into the Sutra-Depository Pavilion.

There are treasures everywhere in Shaolin, and it is unknown how much it will be lost in a big fire. All the monks are busy fighting the fire.

Li An hesitated for a while, but instead of following, he flew to the eaves and looked around.

Soon, Li An saw a monk wearing a monk's robe walking quickly, walking in the opposite direction of the Bodhidharma Hall.

It was another plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, Li An sneered in his heart, and chased after him all the way.

The monk below seemed to have noticed something, and he didn't hide it on purpose, he jumped directly on the eaves to use the method of light body, and quickly dived towards the back mountain of Shaolin.

In the end, Ang Lee blocked the monk at the entrance of the back mountain of Shaolin.

"Amitabha Buddha."

The monk uttered the Buddha's name and pretended to say,

"I don't know why this benefactor wants to chase the poor monk?"

(End of this chapter)