The strongest sniper king

Chapter 900

After a few seconds, Wumei couldn't smile anymore.

Since Ang Lee's relic breathing method combined with the Book of Changes can detoxify Shaolin Abbot's body, how can he not be able to detoxify himself?

The black color on Li An's palm gradually receded, and the golden Buddha's light flashed again.

"How could this be?" Wumei exclaimed in shock.

"Amitabha." A Buddha's cry came from the Bodhidharma Cave.

Wumei turned his head and saw a great monk standing at the entrance of the cave, who was the abbot of Shaolin himself.

"You're still alive!" Wumei gasped and exclaimed.

The abbot of Shaolin clasped his hands together and said: "Almsgiver, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

"I'm your uncle!"

With an angry roar without eyebrow, he flew up and attacked Shaolin Abbot.

Li An had fought Wumei before, and knew that he was not the opponent of Shaolin Abbot, so he stood there without moving.

"Oh!"

Sure enough, Wumei was slapped away by the abbot of Shaolin like a fly just as he got close to him, causing his chest to sag.

Li An stepped forward and wanted to end Wumei's life, but was stopped by Shaolin Abbot.

"Young man, wait a moment, there is still some use in keeping him."

Li An understood and knew that the abbot wanted to squeeze out more information from Wumei, so he disabled Wumei's hands and feet and spared his life.

Inside the Shaolin Temple.

All the people in the monastery gathered in the compound, forming two different camps with Shaolin elders and Yongfan respectively.

There are not many people on Yongfan's side, only a quarter of the elders' side, but all of them are vicious, and they don't look like monks at all.

As for the Shaolin elders, although there are a large number of them, most of them are not martial arts practitioners, they are all ordinary monks.

What's terrible is that these monks look sluggish one by one.

"Brother, how is it?"

The elder asked the abbot of Baima Temple anxiously.

The abbot of Baima Temple was covered with fine sweat on his forehead. He had checked several people just now, and now he said with a heavy face:
"They were all poisoned by a kind of poison that can make muscles shrink, and there is no threat to their lives for the time being, but after a long time, the internal organs will be damaged and their lives will be damaged."

"What should I do, can Junior Brother detoxify this poison?" the elder asked, feeling even more angry in his heart.

I was already very careful, but I didn't expect Yongfan to do something to poison so many people.

The abbot of Baima Temple replied: "I can cure the poison, but it is difficult to prepare the medicine in a short time. Besides"

Saying that, he looked at Yongfan quite worriedly.

The elders understood.

Yongfan would not let the Abbot of White Horse Temple dispense the antidote easily, and [-]% of the medicines in the pharmacy were destroyed by Yongfan's people last night.

As for the antidote.

Yongfan definitely has one, if he can be taken down, it will save a lot of trouble.

Seeing the elder's eyes, Yongfan said with a smile on his face: "I don't know if senior brother has something to ask of me?"

"Yongfan, hand over the antidote, and I can spare you!" the elder said in a deep voice.

"Tsk tsk."

Yongfan laughed strangely and said: "Senior brother is wrong.

The senior brother himself was also poisoned, although he suppressed it forcibly with internal strength, it only delayed the time of the poison.

It won't be long before the senior brother will atrophy like everyone else, and the only one who can save the senior brother and his fellow disciples is me. "

"Hey, who is the same as you?
Yongfan, you have judged my Buddhist sect as authentic and joined the Dark Buddha Cult, don't mention the word 'same sect' again! "The elder said angrily.

Yongfan giggled, and then said: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, it's not that I don't miss the fellowship.

How about this.

Brother abbot has passed away now, as long as I take the position of abbot, I will naturally come up with the antidote to save everyone.

how about it? "

"Yongfan, why do you say that the abbot has passed away?

Humph, let me tell you.

As long as the abbot lives for one day, you will never be able to become the abbot of Shaolin! "

The elder scolded.

Yong Fan said casually: "Senior Brother, since you said that Brother Fang Zhang is not dead, then please ask Brother Fang Zhang to come forward to meet him, and I, Yong Fan, immediately put an end to the idea of ​​Fang Zhang."

"I've already told you that the abbot is currently in retreat, so it's impossible for him to come out to see you!" the elder replied.

"It's a good retreat. Brother, monks don't tell lies, are you lying to me or yourself?" Yongfan laughed.

"No matter what you say, I will not let you take the position of abbot of Shaolin."

The elder scolded, his voice paused, and he came out with a brocade box in his hand,
"Yongfan, what do you think this is!?"

"Wooden cassock!" Yongfan exclaimed.

The wooden cotton cassock has always been inherited by the abbot of Shaolin. Only by wearing this wooden cotton cassock can one truly become the abbot of Shaolin.

A year ago, Yongfan secretly planned to steal the wooden cassock, but it ended in failure.

Later, it was discovered that the mumian cassock was no longer in Shaolin and had been stolen by Su Xiaomei, so Yongfan sent people to track down Su Xiaomei again, trying to get the mumian cassock, but failed.

Now that the mumian cassock suddenly appeared in the hands of the elder, how could Yong Fan not be surprised?
"Why is the wooden cassock in your hands?" Yong Fan asked.

The elder replied: "This wooden cassock was sent back to this monastery by Li Shaoxia.

Yongfan, you should know what this wooden cassock represents, without this wooden cassock you will never be the abbot of Shaolin! "

Yongfan's complexion changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Brother, since you are so obsessed with obsession, then don't blame Junior Brother for my cruelty, you forced me to do all of this!"

With a wave of his hand, he shouted loudly,

"Come on, kill everyone and get back the wooden cassock!"

Originally, Yongfan didn't want to go to this point, and too many bloody incidents would have affected his image after ascending to the throne of Shaolin abbot.

That's why he poisoned people secretly, using poison to threaten everyone.

At this time, he didn't care so much anymore, thinking about taking the wooden cassock first.

The dark Buddhist disciples standing behind Yongfan charged towards the elder with steel knives in their hands, with a murderous aura hidden in their bodies.

The elder's eyelids sank, his pupils shrank, and his scalp felt numb.

In terms of fighting alone, he doesn't belong to anyone, but with so many people rushing forward at the same time, many fellow Shaolin disciples will surely die tragically under the sword.

"Stop!" The elder shouted.

How could the dark Buddhist disciples listen to his instructions?

Yong Fan even said with a half-smile: "Brother, it's late. Even if you are willing to hand over the wooden cassock to me now, I will wash Shaolin with blood!"

"Bloodwashing Shaolin, what a big tone!"

A loud shout sounded from the sky like thunder, and then a person was seen falling from the air, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Yongfan's eyelids twitched, staring at the people on the ground and shouting in shock: "Wumei!"

A figure followed Wumei and fell to the ground. It was Li An who came from Dharma Cave.

(End of this chapter)