The strongest sniper king

Chapter 874 He is also a monk

"Om."

Li An turned his phone to vibrate, and when the phone rang, he knew it was the little monk.

Sure enough, there was news from the little monk that the person who connected with the dead bamboo came.

Li An signaled the little monk to hold him back, and then went to Yaya's room to take a look, and after making sure that Yaya was still asleep, he closed the door and left the house.

In the middle of the night, it is difficult to get a taxi.

Ang Lee had to "borrow" a car from the side of the road.

In the small temple on the mountain, a mysterious person will come to meet Kuzhu on the fifteenth of every month, and today is no exception.

The strange thing is that the person who met today did not see Kuzhu when he arrived, but saw a young monk adopted by Kuzhu.

"Amitabha."

The little monk uttered the Buddha's name in order to conceal his nervousness.

The person who came was wearing a black sportswear, black sneakers on his feet, and a black hat on his head.

This kind of dress is very similar to the man in black in the costume drama, the only difference is that he is not masked.

As soon as he saw the little monk, the visitor turned around and left without saying a word.

"The benefactor stays, and the master has something to leave for the benefactor." The little monk said.

The man in black stopped, but didn't look back, just stood there listening to what the little monk had to say.

The little monk heaved a sigh of relief. He had done almost nothing these two days. He thought over and over again the scene of his meeting with the man in black, and he had already made up his speech.

"My teacher is going out in a hurry, and I told you before leaving.

If the benefactor comes, please sit in the room and the master will come back after a while. "

The man in black frowned, thinking about something secretly.

The little monk was afraid that the man in black would leave, so he walked quickly to the man in black, clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

"I don't know what taboos the benefactor has. Is it because he is afraid that his teacher will tell lies, or is he afraid that the monk will hurt the benefactor?"

A disdainful snort came from the man in black's nose.

The man in black knew the strength of Dry Bamboo, and there was no one who thought he could hurt him here. As for the little monk, he thought he could kill him with one palm.

The thing that makes the men in black really jealous is that what's happening today is different from what happened in the past.

According to the agreement, if he came here and didn't see Dry Bamboo, he would leave immediately.

Shocked by the little monk's words, he changed his mind.

"The benefactor only needs to stay for 10 minutes." The little monk said, turning and pointing to the door. "Please ask the benefactor to rest inside."

The man in black glanced at the little monk, thinking that it was only 10 minutes, and it would not delay anything for him.

However, the man in black did not follow the little monk into the house, but walked to a tung tree in the yard and sat down.

The little monk didn't force it either, and went back to the house to bring a cup of hot tea and some pastries.

These pastries were left by a pilgrim during the day, and the little monk was reluctant to eat them, just to cope with this moment.

"Benefactor, please use some." The little monk put tea and food beside the man in black.

The man in black just glanced away and looked away without moving.

One is because of vigilance, and the other is that those high-end pastries in the eyes of the little monk are really not very good in his eyes.

The little monk didn't say anything, the other party was meditating cross-legged under the tree, and he waited aside, afraid that the man in black would leave before Li An arrived.

10 minutes wasn't too long, but it was extremely difficult for the young monk. He was thinking about what excuse he would use to keep the man in black if Li An didn't show up after 10 minutes.

"It's time." The man in black opened his eyes and looked at the little monk.

The little monk stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said with a puzzled look: "I don't know why Master hasn't come back yet.

Maybe it was delayed on the road because of something, the benefactor had to drink some tea and wait for a while. "

The man in black snorted coldly, with a hint of anger on his face.

"Ah, by the way, Master left something for the benefactor when he left.

Said that if he didn't come back, let me give the things to the benefactor to take away. "

The little monk acted as if he had just remembered, turned around and ran into the house after finishing speaking.

The man in black's eyelids sank, and he murmured to himself, wondering what happened to the dead bamboo, otherwise he would have left something for himself to take away.

There was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, and the man in black waited outside for a few minutes but no one came out.

Seeing that the man in black was about to lose his patience, the little monk came out with something wrapped in yellow cloth in his hand.

"Amitabha, you have kept the donor waiting for a long time."

"Nonsense, hurry up and bring the things here." The man in black shouted out of control.

"Oh, follow you." The little monk walked over slowly, trying to delay the time.

"Humph."

When the little monk was two steps away from the man in black, the man in black reached out and snatched the thing wrapped in yellow cloth, and the little monk instinctively took a few steps back.

The man in black frowned when he saw such a move, and then opened the yellow cloth in front of the little monk. Inside was a book with the words "Diamond Sutra" printed on it.

"Boy, are you dumping me?"

The man in black yelled angrily.

"Master, your old man is finally back!" The little monk suddenly stared at the man in black and shouted.

The man in black instinctively looked back, but saw nothing. When he turned around again, he found that the little monk had already run back into the house and locked the door behind him.

The man in black's face was extremely gloomy. He couldn't see any fraud at this point, and he didn't care about the little monk. He turned around and ran away, using the method of lightness to the extreme.

Before the man in black ran out of the courtyard of the temple, a figure floated out of the darkness and knocked the man in black to the ground with a single palm.

"what."

The man in black only had time to let out a cry of pain before he passed out on the ground.

Hearing the cry in the room, the little monk bravely went to the crack of the door to look out, and then exclaimed happily: "Benefactor, you have finally arrived. If it is later, I really don't know if you can still come." Keep him!"

It was Li An who came in a hurry and knocked the man in black to the ground.

Li An didn't have time to talk to the little monk, but instead focused on the man in black. After taking off the hat on the other's head, his face completely fell into his eyes.

"what?"

Li An's brows tightened. This man in black had seen him yesterday. He was actually one of the two thugs who followed Dong Mingrui, and there was still a clear ring scar on his head.

"He is also a monk!?" The little monk ran to Li An and shouted in surprise.

"Don't tell anyone what happened today."

Li An confessed and threw a pill to the young monk.

The little monk thought it was the antidote, put it into his mouth in a hurry, nodded and bowed his head, and said, "Yes. Don't worry, donator, I can swear to the Lord Buddha that if I tell the story of today, I will go to the [-]th hell."

Li An didn't say anything more, just mentioned the man in black and left.

The little monk waited for Ang Li to go far away, then turned to face the temple where he had lived for many years, and sighed while shaking his head. "Looks like I have to get out of here too."

(End of this chapter)