The strongest sniper king

Chapter 894
When Shaolin Temple heard that Li An was here to return the lost Buddhist treasures of Shaolin Temple, his expression changed, and he asked: "I don't know which Buddhist relics Master Shi returned to Shaolin Temple?"

"I won't say this until I see the abbot."

Li An replied that the Shaolin Temple is not stable now, and he must ensure that the abbot is still the original abbot before handing over the wooden cassock.

Otherwise, God knows if the current abbot will darken Buddhist disciples?
The complexion of the Shaolin Elder changed slightly, he seemed a little displeased, and said in a deep voice: "It's really because the abbot accidentally contracted a wind disease, so it's inconvenient to see guests, benefactor."

"In this case, I will come again next time. I hope the abbot's illness will be better by then."

Li An directly interrupted the other party, and pretended to leave.

"Wow."

The Shaolin monks on both sides moved immediately, forming a formation to trap Li An in the middle.

Li An looked back at the Shaolin elders with a sneer on his face, and said disdainfully: "Why, this is how Shaolin treats guests? Or do you think a small formation can trap me?"

The abbot of Baima Temple whispered in the ear of the Shaolin elder, and the expression of the Shaolin elder changed again, probably because he knew Li An's strength.

"Don't be rude."

The Shaolin elder waved his hand to repel those monks, then smiled at Li An,

"The patron has misunderstood.

Since the benefactor insisted on seeing the abbot before he would say it belonged to He Fomen, I hope the benefactor can give the old monk some time to report and see if it is convenient for the abbot to meet the benefactor now. "

"Then don't waste your time."

Li An waved his hand, expressing that it doesn't matter.

"Hengkong, Hengneng, you two can accompany the benefactor to walk around the temple." The Shaolin elder ordered.

"Yes." Two monks came out holding eyebrow-leveling sticks, who looked not much older than Li An.

The two should be of the "Heng" generation, and they are the disciples of the current abbot.

The Shaolin elders greeted Li An again, and warned him that he could not enter some forbidden places in the Shaolin, and then walked towards the inner courtyard of the temple with the abbot of the White Horse Temple and the few military positions.

Heng Kong and Heng Neng accompanied Li An to the temple.

To say it is to accompany, to put it bluntly, it is more like surveillance, fearing that Li An will leave the temple with the Buddhist things.

Li An expressed his understanding of this, and he didn't care about being watched by two young monks. Anyway, if he wanted to leave, the other party couldn't stop him at all.

In addition, Shaolin is also one of the holy places that Ang Lee yearned for when he was a student, but he never had the opportunity to come.

The last time I met Su Xiaomei here, I passed by in a hurry, and I didn't have the chance to witness the elegance of the ancient Shaolin temple.

This time happened to be an opportunity, and Hengkong and Hengneng became his free tour guides.

As long as there is something Li An doesn't understand, these two monks can tell a thing or two.

Before they knew it, the three of them came to a courtyard, and there were two mighty monks standing in front of the courtyard.

Before the three could get in, the two monks in front of the door glared at the three with hostility.

"Almsgiver, if you don't go in the front, let's take a detour." Heng Neng saluted.

Li An could feel that Heng Neng and Heng Kong were not at odds with the monk in front of the opposite door. There was resentment in their eyes, but they also looked helpless.

"Where is this other courtyard?" Li An asked curiously.

Heng Kong replied: "It's the residence of a master uncle. Because the master uncle is practicing in seclusion, it's inconvenient to disturb him."

Master uncle, he should be of the same generation as the abbot, and has a high status in the monastery. No wonder Hengneng and Hengkong are so taboo.

"Chuckles."

Just when Li An and the others were about to leave, a burst of laughter suddenly wafted from the yard, and it was a woman's laughter.

The Shaolin Temple was closed yesterday, and all the pilgrims were driven out of the temple.

How could there be a woman staying in the temple, and still staying in the courtyard of a master uncle?

Hengneng and Hengkong's previous "retreat" was just an excuse, but when they heard a woman's voice coming from inside, both of them were angry and felt a sense of humiliation.

"I heard that Tallinn is the most famous place in Shaolin. I don't know where it is. I would like to ask the two masters to take me there."

Li installed it like he didn't hear it, but it resolved the embarrassment of Hengkong and Hengneng.

Abbot's room.

The four monks from the White Horse Temple all guarded the door, and only the Shaolin elders accompanied the abbot of the White Horse Temple into the room.

The abbot of Shaolin was lying on the bed, covered with two quilts on a hot day, his face was black and lifeless, he struggled to sit up when he saw the abbot of Baima Temple coming.

"Brother, you are here."

The abbot of the White Horse Temple hastily stepped forward and held down the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, and said: "It's okay, you can just lie down."

The Shaolin elder preached at the side: "Junior brother, you are a master of Chinese medicine, you must find a way to save the abbot."

The abbot of Shaolin turned his head and smiled wryly at the elder, "Brother, it's not that you don't know that I'm not sick at all, but poisoned.

Now the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, and even your senior brothers can't force out the poison together. Even if the senior brother has the art of rejuvenation, he probably can't save me. "

The elders of Shaolin had a sad look on their faces when they heard the words.

"Senior brother, let me take a look first before talking."

The abbot of the White Horse Temple said that he rushed from the White Horse Temple to rescue him just after receiving the news that the abbot of Shaolin was seriously poisoned.

The master of Chinese medicine.

The abbot of Baima Temple does not know martial arts, but he is proficient in medical skills.

At this moment, when he put his finger on the pulse gate of Abbot Shaolin, Abbot Baima Temple's complexion changed several times.

After that, the abbot of Baima Temple took out the silver needle and inserted it into an acupuncture point. When he pulled it out again, the silver needle had turned black.

Seeing this, the abbot of Baima Temple's face became extremely gloomy.

As the abbot of Shaolin himself said, he is poisonous.

This kind of poison was not applied all at once, but bit by bit over many years.

Toxins are usually hidden in the body and are difficult to detect. People who are poisoned are no different from ordinary people.

When the toxin accumulates in the body to a certain extent, it will explode in an instant, killing the poisoned person.

The Shaolin abbot is alive at this time, in addition to his own advanced Dharma practice, he also spent a Shaolin Great Returning Pill, and with the help of several senior brothers, he barely persisted until now.

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If I don't take the antidote, I'm afraid I won't last long.

The poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, and even a master of traditional Chinese medicine feels helpless.

The abbot of Baima Temple sat there with his eyes slightly closed, thinking about the detoxification strategy in his mind.

The abbot of Shaolin said that he had accepted the reality, but he also hoped that there was still hope in his heart, and looked at the abbot of Baima Temple expectantly.

The Shaolin elders looked anxious, but they didn't dare to disturb the abbot of the White Horse Temple, and the room was terribly quiet for a while.

It was not until half an hour later that the abbot of Baima Temple opened his eyes, took out the needle box without saying a word, and displayed hundreds of silver needles of different sizes and lengths.

(End of this chapter)