There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 373

Shaolin monks are coming.

Don't say that.

Xue Ling didn't hear any wind before, but early the next morning, he heard the noise in the streets of Los Angeles.

Amidst the noise, the Buddha's name burst out, Amitabha.

Xue Ling looked at the ceiling in front of her, sighed, then dressed slowly and got up, washed briefly, and then went out to see those Shaolin masters.

Xue Ling and Fang Bie actually talked about some things yesterday, and the main point of the chat was about the Dragon Boat Festival.

In fact, Duan Wu is still harmless to humans and animals in front of his small running hall in Xiaohun Inn.

Since He Ping started to let Duan Wu start to chant scriptures, Duan Wu has become more and more elusive.

Although usually this bouncing double-tailed boy who looks like a cute loli is still shuttling around the inn to deliver food, sometimes sweetly calling out his brother and sister, the sweetness almost drips into his heart.

But more often, the Dragon Boat Festival usually spends more and more time chanting sutras in the room.

Occasionally, Xue Ling even worried that if the Dragon Boat Festival continued like this, she would regain the forgotten memories.

But Fang Bie told Xue Ling not to worry.

Because - Duan Wu is smarter than they imagined.

Xue Ling didn't know what Fang Bie meant, but if Fang Bie said there was no need to worry, then there was really no need to worry.

But now, I don't go to Shaolin Temple, but Shaolin Temple has come to Los Angeles.

Xiaohun Inn now has the ashes of the eminent monk Kong Wu, and the young monk Kong Wu's disciple whose original name was Shi Ran and who is now named Duan Wu.

Anyway, no matter what, I still panic in my heart.

Fang Bie still has an agreement with the eminent monk Kongwu in his hand, to exchange the ashes of the eminent monk Kongwu for any one of Shaolin 72 stunts.

After all, according to the current grading standard of Fang Bie for Shaolin 72 stunts, there are basically no green martial arts, most of them are blue martial arts, and a small amount of purple martial arts. No matter which one you change, Fang Bie will not lose.

Especially when Fang Bie's current internal skills are following the path of three or five magical skills, if he looks at one more martial arts that Fang Bie has never known before, this young man's kung fu will be even stronger.

But even so, Fang Bie never moved his mind to go to Shaolin Temple.

And this time the eminent monk who led the team from Shaolin Temple to Los Angeles is Kong Wu's younger brother, the eminent monk Kong Chan whose dharma name is Kong Chan, since he has not gone down the mountain for decades, so it is not even clear what martial arts he is good at, the only thing that can be sure What's more, Shaolin Temple will definitely not send any three-legged cats to deal with the major crisis that Ning Huan came to Luo this time.

Especially after Ning Huan just broke through Shangli's interception.

At this time, the streets in Los Angeles, which were originally bustling with each other, were already somewhat empty—the officers and soldiers blocked off both sides of the road, as if it was a quiet street necessary for high officials to go on patrol. But at this time, the eminent monks from Shaolin were welcome.

Xue Ling stood on the height of Xiaohun Inn, quietly watching the monk in yellow who came from afar.

Not many, only nine.

The head monk was barefoot in yellow clothes, with nine ring scars burnt on his head. He had a clear face and brisk steps, clasped his hands together, and hung a string of sandalwood beads on his hands. The eight disciples repeated the humming of the head monk in a low voice, overlapping each other and vibrating, just like singing.

It made the people around kneel down to the eminent Buddhist monk and dare not get up.

Fang Bie sighed lightly.

"Why are you sighing?" Xue Ling looked back at Fang Bie.

Shang Jiuge has already gone to the arena, and what happened last night did not affect the kendo girl very much, and the original martial arts tournament has now been officially stamped as the Young Heroes Club. The arena seemed to be more powerful, and heroes from all over the world were rushing towards Los Angeles.

It can only be said that the city of Los Angeles has not been so lively for hundreds of years.

"Because he doesn't know martial arts." Fang Bie said.

Xue Ling was stunned.

She looked down again at the majestic Master Kongchan, but she couldn't see anything at all.

"Isn't he from Shaolin Temple?" Xue Ling could only say dryly.

Where can there be monks in Shaolin Temple who don't know martial arts?

"But he really can't, he can only chant scriptures." Fang Bie said lightly: "The eight monks he brought can form the Vajra Demon Demon Formation, maybe that's why Shaolin Temple sent him here."

Xue Ling is not at all surprised that Fang can tell people's backgrounds without looking at them, but she still can't believe that Master Kongchan, as the junior of the abbot Kongming, can't know martial arts.

Especially if you don't know martial arts and come down the mountain to join in the fun?

Fang Bie took a quiet look at Xue Ling, and then said softly, "Of course it's because of Kongwu."

"Kong Wu?" Hearing this name, Xue Ling still felt a little bit disappointed. Kong Wu, as an important monk in the top ranking of Shaolin Temple, disappeared mysteriously near Los Angeles. The relics disappeared, and he didn't even keep his body. Come down, Shaolin Temple has been silent for such a long time, which is a bit suspicious.

However, taking advantage of the opportunity of Luojiao monsters invading the Central Plains, Shaolin Temple was invited by Six Gates to send people down the mountain to Luocheng to protect the environment and people, and stabilize the martial arts. Why did you send a Kongchan who doesn't know martial arts down the mountain?

This made Xue Ling feel a little puzzled.

"I can't think clearly either." Fang Bie rarely admitted that he didn't know either.

Then he smiled: "But if you can't think clearly, just wait and see."

Saying this, Fang Bie looked not far away: "Look, isn't someone coming here?"

As soon as Fang Bie finished speaking, he saw someone in white clothes coming from the top of a tall building in the distance, like a swan with wings gliding in the air. Amidst the exclamations of the people around him, he landed safely in the middle of the road. Seeing that the man looked to be in his 30s, he was wearing a white Confucian uniform with fluttering sleeves. He shook his folding fan and looked calmly at the yellow-clothed monk in front of him: "Dare to ask, is Master an invincible eloquent monk?"

"I don't dare to be an eminent monk, I don't dare to be an eloquent, and monks don't lie." Kong Chan folded his palms together, chanted Amitabha, and looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him: "This old man is just a little novice who serves the Buddha."

"May I ask who the benefactor is?"

"Why stop here?"

The scribe in white shook his folding fan lightly, interested, who else could it be if it wasn't Ning Tian?

Last night, he was caught by Fang Bie, Shang Jiuge, and today he chose to appear in Los Angeles, and carelessly came before the group of eminent monks who had just arrived from Shaolin Temple. His confidence and arrogance were evident.

"I am in Ningtian." Ningtian said simply: "I have been obsessed with martial arts for a long time, and today I can see the eminent monk, and my heart is itching. I also ask the eminent monk to enlighten me."

Saying this, Ning Tian closed the folding fan, using the fan as a sword, and stabbed straight at Kong Chan's chest.

There was another exclamation in the surroundings.

(End of this chapter)