The strongest sniper king

Chapter 895 Meeting the Abbot
With hundreds of silver needles, each needle piercing into the acupuncture points was like a major operation. During the period, the abbot of Baima Temple was sweating profusely, his clothes were drenched, and he was about to faint due to exhaustion several times.

Fortunately, the elders of Shaolin next to him adjusted his energy, so that he could resume acupuncture in a short time.

However, the effect of the silver needle piercing the acupuncture points was extremely obvious. With the last silver needle piercing, the blackness on the Shaolin abbot's face dissipated and his blood color returned.

"Junior brother is worthy of being a master of Chinese medicine, he is really a miracle doctor!" The Shaolin elder said happily.

Abbot Shaolin was also able to turn over and sit up, as if his energy had recovered a lot.

"Thank you, brother, for your help."

The abbot of Baima Temple shook his head and said: "Abbot, you don't need to thank me, I didn't force out the poison in your body, but temporarily relieved its attack.

If you want to get rid of this poison completely, you have to find another way, otherwise."

"Brother, do you know how long I have?" Shaolin Abbot asked.

The abbot of Baima Temple stretched out three fingers and said, "Three days.

I can guarantee that you will be fine for three days, just like a normal person.

Once three days have passed, the antidote cannot be taken, and there is no way to fear that the gods will come. "

"Three days."

The abbot of Shaolin showed a wry smile and said,
"Three days is short, but it is enough for me.

With three days, I believe I can handle a lot of things. "

The Shaolin elders said at the side: "Junior brother, I wonder if there is another way to detoxify the poison in the abbot's body?"

The abbot of Baima Temple did not answer immediately, but said: "Before I answer, I would like to ask who poisoned the abbot."

The elder said angrily: "It's a young novice monk who has been in my Shaolin for ten years.

The little novice was originally an orphan, but he survived thanks to the help of the abbot, and later entered my Buddhist school thanks to gratitude, who would have thought that he turned out to be a dark child lurking in my door! "

The little novice novice who the elder talked about was responsible for the daily life of the abbot, and usually put poison in the food and tea, so outsiders didn't find it at all.

"I don't know where that little novice is now?" the abbot of Baima Temple asked again.

The abbot of Shaolin replied: "I have gone to the Western Paradise."

After a slight pause, he hurriedly explained,

"Junior brother, don't get me wrong, the little novice committed suicide after the incident was revealed, and it wasn't us who hurt him."

"So you can't find the person behind the scenes through him?" the abbot of Baima Temple asked with some regret.

The elder snorted coldly and said: "There is no need to look for it at all, who else would dare to poison the abbot in Shaolin except that person?
snort!
That guy must be waiting for the abbot to ascend to the abbot's throne after his death! "

The abbot of the White Horse Temple looked gloomy. He naturally knew who the elder was referring to, but it was inconvenient to identify without real evidence.

"Junior brother, you haven't said whether there is a way to detoxify the poison in the abbot's body." The elder urged.

The abbot of Baima Temple smiled wryly and said: "If you can take the antidote directly, there is still a way if there is no antidote."

"What way?" asked the elder.

The abbot of Baima Temple asked: "I wonder if the two abbots remember that there is a lost breathing method in my Buddhist school, called the relic breathing method?"

"Relic breathing method!"

The Shaolin abbot and the elder screamed at the same time.

The abbot of Baima Temple said with a smile: "The relic breathing method combined with the relic light can cleanse the marrow of the poisoned person through the I Ching, so as to detoxify."

"Since junior brother said that this breathing method has been lost, why mention it again?" The elder said with a wry smile.

The abbot of Baima Temple asked: "I don't know if my brother remembers the benefactor who came with me?"

Mentioning Li An, the elder remembered it now, and hurriedly said to the abbot: "By the way, there is also a young benefactor who came with the younger brother.

According to him, he came to return a Buddhist treasure that was lost in our temple, but he said that he would not tell what Buddhist treasure it was until he met the abbot himself. "

"Oh?" The abbot showed surprise, and then he said to the abbot of the White Horse Temple: "Since he is here to return the lost Buddhist treasures of our temple, the poor monk should meet him personally, but I don't know what the senior brother meant by mentioning this person?"

The abbot of Baima Temple replied with a smile on his face: "Although I don't know martial arts, I have a pair of eyes.

The benefactor had performed martial arts in front of me, and I noticed that he had a Buddhist aura on him, and there was also a faint light of relics in him. "

"Light of the relic, junior brother means that the benefactor knows the relic breathing method?" The elder exclaimed in surprise.

The abbot of Baima Temple replied: "If I'm not mistaken, that's exactly the case. Brother, if you don't believe me, you can try it yourself and find out."

"Test me, of course I will. It's just that it's not enough to know the breathing method of relics. After listening to my junior brother, is it because I want Shaolin to teach him the art of the Book of Changes?"

The elder showed a look of hesitation, the Book of Changes has always been a secret technique not passed on by Shaolin, and Li An is not even considered a monk, how can he pass it on to him?
"Senior brother, I am short-sighted. Since benefactor Li knows the relic breathing method, it is a person who has a predestined relationship with my Buddhism. What's the difference if I pass the Book of Changes to him?

Besides, I don't need to say more about the Yijing technique and the abbot's fate. "

The elder frowned, the abbot's life was naturally more important in comparison.

Now Shaolin is facing a century of catastrophe, if there is no abbot to sit and preside over it, Shaolin may be destroyed in one day.

"It's my short-sightedness. It's just that the abbot only has three days left. Even if my temple taught him the art of the Book of Changes, how could he learn it in three days?"

"We can only try it now, and hope the Buddha will bless us." The abbot of Baima Temple put his hands together and said.

Ang Li walked around Tallinn, feeling its sacred aura, until Heng Kong's cell phone rang.

In today's society, it is not a big deal for a monk to have a mobile phone on his body. This is called advancing with the times. The information age of the Internet is more conducive to the transmission and communication of Buddhism.

It's very convenient to make a phone call if you have something to do, just like a thousand-mile voice transmission.

"Benefactor, the abbot wants to see you."

After receiving the call, Heng Kong came to preach in front of Li An, with a look of surprise on his face. It seems that the abbot's meeting with Li An surprised him.

"Master, please lead the way." Li An smiled slightly, not caring so much.

The place where the abbot met Li An was located in a side hall, and there were only Shaolin abbot, elders and the abbot of Baima temple in the hall.

Although Li An's face was smeared with mud, the abbot stared at him as soon as he saw him, and then clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

"If the poor monk remembers correctly, the benefactor once visited me in Shaolin."

This old monk's eyesight is pretty good, but it's just a one-time relationship, and he can recognize me.

Li An muttered in his heart, and said in his mouth: "I did come to Shaolin a year ago, but I didn't have the opportunity to visit the master at that time."

(End of this chapter)