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 object the donor wants to return to Shaolin Temple?" ”

"This ...... I won't say it 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 he can hand over the cotton robe.

Otherwise, God knows if the current abbot will be a dark Buddha disciple?

The Shaolin elder's face changed slightly, he looked a little displeased, and said in a deep voice: "It's really the abbot who occasionally contracted the wind, and it was inconvenient to meet guests, and the donor ......."

"In that case, I'll come back next time. Hopefully, the abbot's illness will be better by then. ”

Li Ang directly interrupted the other party's words and made it look like he was leaving.

"Wow."

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

Li An turned his head and looked at the Shaolin elder with a sneer, and said disdainfully, "What, this is Shaolin's hospitality?" Or do you think a small array can trap me? ”

The abbot of the White Horse Temple whispered in the ear of the Shaolin elder, and the Shaolin elder's complexion changed again, probably knowing Li An's strength.

"Don't be rude."

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

"The donor misunderstood.

Since the donor insisted on seeing the abbot before he was willing to say what it was, I also hoped that the donor could give the old man a little time to report to see if the abbot was now convenient to meet the donor. ”

"Then don't waste your time."

Ang Lee waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.

"Hengkong, Hengneng, you two accompany the donor to walk in the temple." The Shaolin elder commanded.

"Yes." Two monks with eyebrow sticks in their hands walked out, looking no older than Ang Lee.

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

The Shaolin elder said hello to Li An again, warned him that some forbidden places in Shaolin were not allowed to enter, and then walked towards the inner courtyard of the temple with the abbot of the White Horse Temple and those martial arts positions.

Hengkong and Hengneng accompanied Li An to visit the temple.

said that it was accompaniment, to put it bluntly, it was more like surveillance, afraid that Li An would leave the temple with the things of Buddhism.

Li An understood this, and didn't care about being monitored by the two little 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 longed for when he was a student, but he has never had the opportunity to come.

The last time I met Su Xiaomei here, I was in a hurry, and I didn't have the opportunity to witness the style of the Shaolin Ancient Temple.

This time it was just an opportunity, and Hengkong and Hengneng became his free tour guides.

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

Unconsciously, the three of them came to a courtyard, and in front of the courtyard stood two mighty monks.

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

"Donor, if you don't go in front, let's take a detour." Constant ability to preach.

Li An could feel that Heng Neng, Heng Kong and the monk in front of the opposite door were wrong, and the two of them had resentment in their eyes, but they looked helpless.

"Where is this annex?" Ang Lee asked curiously.

Hengkong replied: "It is the residence of a master and an ancestor. Because Uncle Shi was in retreat and cultivating, it was inconvenient to disturb him. ”

Shi Shuzu, who should be the same generation as the abbot, has a high status in the temple, no wonder Hengneng and Hengkong are so taboo.

"Giggle......

Just as Li An and the others were about to leave, a burst of laughter suddenly floated from the courtyard, 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 a woman stay in the temple, and still stay in the courtyard of an uncle's ancestor?

Heng Neng and Hengkong's previous "retreat" was just a word, and when they heard a woman's voice coming from inside, both of them had angry faces and a sense of humiliation at the same time.

"I heard that Shaolin is the most famous is Tallinn, I don't know where it is, please trouble the two masters to take me there."

Li didn't hear it, but it resolved a lot of embarrassment between Hengkong and Hengneng.

Abbot indoors.

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

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

"Senior brother, you're here."

The abbot of the White Horse Temple hurriedly stepped forward and pressed the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, and said in his mouth: "It's okay, you just lie down." ”

The Shaolin elder preached on the side: "Senior brother, you are the holy hand of the national doctor, you must find a way to save the abbot." ”

The Shaolin abbot turned his head and smiled bitterly at the elder and said, "Senior brother, it's not that you don't know that I'm not sick at all, but that I've been poisoned.

Now that the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, even the joint efforts of several of you senior brothers can't force the toxin out, and even if the senior brother has a wonderful rejuvenation technique, I am afraid that he will not be able to save me. ”

The Shaolin elder looked sad when he heard this.

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

The abbot of the White Horse Temple preached, and it was he who received the news that the Shaolin abbot was heavily poisoned, so he hurried from the White Horse Temple to rescue.

The Holy Hand of Chinese Medicine.

The abbot of the White Horse Temple is not proficient in martial arts, but he is proficient in medical skills.

At this time, put his finger on the Shaolin abbot's vein, and the face of the abbot of the White Horse Temple changed several times.

After that, the abbot of the White Horse Temple took out the silver needle to enter an acupuncture point, and when he pulled it out again, the silver needle had turned black.

Seeing this, the abbot of the White Horse Temple looked extremely gloomy.

As the Shaolin abbot himself said, he has a strange poison in his body.

This poison is not given all at once, but bit by bit over many years.

Toxins are usually hidden in the body and are difficult to detect, and poisoned people 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 abbot of Shaolin was able to live at this time, in addition to his own profound cultivation of Buddhism, he also spent a Shaolin Great Returning Pill, coupled with the help of several senior brothers, he barely persevered until now.

But......

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

Poisoned into the bone marrow, even the holy hand of the national doctor feels helpless.

The abbot of the White Horse Temple sat there, his eyes slightly closed, thinking of a detoxification strategy in his mind.

The abbot of Shaolin said that he had accepted the reality, but in his heart he also hoped that there was still hope for life, and looked at the abbot of the White Horse Temple with an expectant face.

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

It wasn't until half an hour later that the abbot of the White Horse Temple opened his eyes and took out the needle box without saying a word, displaying hundreds of silver needles of different sizes and lengths.

(End of chapter)