The strongest sniper king

Chapter 892
It is said that the monks of Shaolin Temple saved the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and the emperor specially issued an imperial decree to allow the monks of Shaolin Temple to eat meat.

A real monk strictly abides by the monk's rules and precautions. Anyway, Li An has never seen a monk in Shaolin Temple eat meat.

Unlike monks in island countries, they not only eat meat and drink, but also marry wives.

Can that be called a monk?
It's just a liar wearing a monk's coat.

The taxi followed the black commercial vehicle into the mountain road, getting closer to the Shaolin Temple.

"Boom"

There was a muffled thunderous sound, and a huge boulder with a radius of three meters rolled down from the hillside. The trees along the way were broken like firewood sticks, and finally hit the middle of the mountain road with a "tom".

It was also the driver of the black commercial vehicle who reacted quickly. He slammed on the brakes to make the car drift laterally for a certain distance, and stopped close to the fallen rocks.

"Swish"

A dozen masked men in black appeared with knives and sticks, and surrounded the black commercial vehicle.

"Gollum."

The taxi driver made a sound in his throat, stopped the car slowly, and turned to look at Li An.

"Brother, listen to what my brother said, let's go back."

Li An signaled the driver to back away, then threw a hundred dollars to the other party and said, "Go back by yourself. Remember, don't tell anyone what you saw today."

"okay."

The taxi driver was already in a cold sweat, and the car rushed out after turning around.

Li An dived back and hid behind a rock to watch.

"Oh!"

The door of the commercial vehicle was blown out by a giant, and a black man was hit by the flying door directly under the roadside cliff before he could dodge in time.

The strong monks from the White Horse Temple escorted the Baimei monk out of the car, and the two older monks said: "We will deal with these people, you escort the abbot up the mountain first!"

It turned out that Monk Baimei was the abbot of Baima Temple.

Li An muttered in his heart, and continued to watch the changes in the matter.

Without any hesitation, the other two monks immediately escorted the abbot on foot around the rocks and continued towards Shaolin.

The masked man didn't say anything, and immediately swung the weapon in his hand to kill him.

"roll!"

One of the monks with a mole between his eyebrows strode away, and he threw out both fists, hitting the two masked men like two cannonballs.

"what."

The two screams merged into one, and each flew out.

It seems that this monk is practicing boxing, and he already has some skills with a pair of iron fists.

Another monk took out a foot-long black short stick from his sleeve, grasped it firmly in his palm, and as if by magic, the stick head extended to both sides, instantly turning into an eyebrow-level stick.

Four masked men with big knives came at him together, and the monk was short and hit the brow-level stick in his hand.

The stick swept a large area, and the four masked men fell down one after another.

On the surface, it seemed that the masked man was far inferior to the two monks, but Li An shook his head.

The so-called benevolence made the two monks of Baima Temple a little pedantic.

Others are coming to kill you with their knives in their hands, but you are so lucky that you don't attack the vital points. When will you fight.

These masked people in front of them seemed to be young people, and their strength was not high, and this blocking was only the first time, and the abbot of Baima Temple still had to face many obstacles if he wanted to enter Shaolin.

Li An thought for a while, reached out and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground to wipe his face, then strode over.

The masked man was fighting with the monks of the White Horse Temple, when he suddenly saw Li An coming out, his hands stopped moving, and they all looked at Li An.

"Boy, are you blind? If you don't want to die, get out!" shouted a masked man holding an iron rod.

Li An didn't seem to hear it, and walked over with a blank expression.

"court death!"

The masked man roared angrily, raised the iron rod and threw it at Li An's forehead.

"Boom!"

The iron rod in the masked man's hand picked up a gust of wind, but it hit the ground.

Just when he was puzzled, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the young man who should have died under the stick appeared in front of him, and stretched out his hand to grab his throat.

"Ah."

There was a muffled snort in the mask, and his throat was severed.

Li An is not like that pedantic monk, who is merciless in his strikes and kills the enemy with one move.

Killing one person in an instant shocked the other masked people, and even the two monks from the White Horse Temple looked at Li An with wary faces.

From the eyes of the monk, it can be seen that they even loathe Li An, just because Li An killed someone.

pedantic.

Li An sighed in his heart, he didn't care so much, he pinched the masked man's throat with his fingers and dragged the corpse forward.

The other masked people backed away one after another, and no one dared to attack Li An.

"Amitabha." Two monks from the White Horse Temple shouted the Buddha's chant.

"Why, want to preach to me? Let's see who is trying to kill you first."

As Li An said, he stretched out his hand to caress, and the mask on the masked man's head was ripped off, revealing a bald head with ring scars.

monk!

The two monks at the White Horse Temple looked at each other, then glared at the masked men around them and growled, "Are you all monks?
Hmph, it seems that all of you have entered Dark Buddhism.

The rumors are true, the Shaolin Temple has been captured by Dark Buddhism! "

The Buddha was also angry, and Li An could sense the anger and killing intent of the two pedantic monks of the White Horse Temple in front of him.

"Kill!" A masked man shouted.

Seeing that their identities were revealed, the dark Buddhists no longer had any taboos, and they all culled them desperately.

Li An didn't care about the fight here anymore, his purpose was just to wake up the monks at the White Horse Temple, and his purpose had been achieved.

"Boom."

After Li An waved a masked man blocking the way, he flew towards the abbot of the White Horse Temple.

Not long after, the sound of fighting came from the forest ahead.

Li Ang speeded up, and soon found blood, a monk from the White Horse Temple fell to the ground.

And gas.

Li An checked and saw that the monk was only seriously injured but not dead, so he stuffed a healing pill into the monk's mouth.

"Abbot, save the abbot quickly."

The monk was a little confused, and mistakenly thought that Li An was his two senior brothers.

"Take a good rest." Li An put the monk on the grass and continued to chase.

The sound of fighting was getting closer and closer, and several figures were swaying in the forest.

"You can't run away, why don't you hurry up and catch it after the end?!"

"Hey, even if I die here, it's impossible for the abbot to fall into your hands!"

"If you don't eat the toast and eat the fine wine, then go to hell!"

The abbot of Baima Temple sat cross-legged on a rock and chanted sutras. The last monk in front of him was covered in blood and was fighting with two masked men.

The strength of these two masked men was much higher than that of the previous batch. Not only did they seriously injure a monk from the White Horse Temple, but the monk in front of him also seemed unable to last long.

(End of this chapter)