Ben Heng looked at the young man who suddenly appeared and spoke disrespectfully, falling into contemplation.
Who would dare to force their way into Hanshan Temple and claim to be his father, the sweeping monk?
Ben Heng didn't know who the other party was, but he knew that this brat would soon be kneeling and begging for mercy, calling him 'Dad'.
"Amitabha."
Chanting the Buddha's name, Ben Heng swung his broom and struck at Yan Shouyi.
He didn't know the background of his opponent, so he didn't use much force. However, Ben Heng was certain that the other party could not dodge his broom.
Yet, Yan Shouyi twisted his body strangely, easily evading the broom.
"Huh?"
Ben Heng couldn't help but be stunned.
This movement technique, wasn't it Tai Chi from the Wudang Sect?
Was this brat from Wudang Mountain?
But in recent years, among the younger generation of Wudang Mountain, apart from Zhao Chengxiang, there didn't seem to be any other outstanding individuals.
Ben Heng had met Zhao Chengxiang, and he was nothing like the young man before him.
Yan Shouyi dodged Ben Heng and shouted, "Let your Abbot Yansong come out to talk!"
Ben Heng was furious.
Who was Abbot Yansong that this brat, regardless of his background, should speak to him in such a manner!
"Amitabha, this is a pure land of Buddhism, and it does not allow you, a wild brat, to act unruly!"
After speaking, Ben Heng attacked again, this time with five parts of his strength. He wanted to teach this ignorant brat a lesson!
Unexpectedly, Yan Shouyi did not dodge this time. Instead, golden light enveloped him, and he directly resisted with the Buddhist Golden Body!
*Crack!*
The broom struck Yan Shouyi's shoulder, shattering into dust, while Yan Shouyi remained unharmed.
"Buddhist Golden Body!?"
This time, Ben Heng was even more surprised. "What exactly is your background?!"
As he spoke, a name suddenly flashed in Ben Heng's mind, and he suddenly realized who this brat before him was.
Possessing Wudang Tai Chi and the Buddhist Golden Body, and being so young... Although there were only three conditions, it would be hard to find another person in this world who fit.
Ben Heng blurted out, "You are Yan Shouyi?!"
Yan Shouyi turned to look at Ben Heng. After a few seconds of silence, Yan Shouyi smiled again, "I am your father."
This was the second time.
"Scoundrel!"
Having been tricked twice by Yan Shouyi, the aged Ben Heng couldn't help but break his composure.
Whether you are Yan Shouyi or not, I'm not sure, but you are definitely crazy!
Unable to bear it any longer, Ben Heng, with no broom in his hands and empty fists, directly struck Yan Shouyi with his palm without any preamble!
At that moment, Buddhist chants echoed in Yan Shouyi's mind, and a terrifying pressure washed over him, bringing him back to his senses.
He hurriedly pushed his Buddhist Golden Body to its limit. Due to the close proximity, he took Ben Heng's palm directly.
*Bang!*
Yan Shouyi was sent flying dozens of meters, almost falling off the cliff!
Damn it!
This sweeping monk is not simple!
The terrifying strength made the inner demons retreat. Yan Shouyi sobered up, realizing he had been too carried away and seemed to have provoked someone he shouldn't have.
Although Miaohua's strength was quite good, Yan Shouyi was confident that Miaohua couldn't kill him, which was why he hadn't taken Miaohua seriously.
However, regarding the sweeping monk before him, Yan Shouyi felt uncertain.
Zen Master Ben Heng retracted his palm. Seeing that Yan Shouyi was merely dishevelled and not substantially injured, he was quite surprised.
My serious palm strike, though not at full power, left this brat unharmed. Even Miaoji couldn't have done that, right?
He really is Yan Shouyi. Among the younger generation, apart from Yu Lumin, perhaps no one is his match.
No... even among the older generation of powerhouses, very few could kill Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi had many thoughts, and so did Zen Master Ben Heng. Both were surprised by each other's strength, so they did not continue their fight.
While they were in a standoff, Miaohua finally arrived, holding up his "robe hem" and rushing over in a hurry.
Seeing Yan Shouyi clashing with his master, Miaohua was greatly alarmed, and undisguised tension flashed in his eyes.
"What have you done?!" Miaohua questioned Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi actually wanted to apologize for his previous disrespectful words—but once spoken, words could not be taken back. Now, if he wanted the sweeping monk before him to forgive him, wouldn't that be losing face for his Folk Research Society?
Therefore, Yan Shouyi could only continue to be a "lunatic," saying with a cold smile:
"You're so nervous, is he your father or your mother?"
"Silence! Do not speak nonsense!" Miaohua said angrily. "This is the Abbot of our Hanshan Temple, Zen Master Ben Heng!"
Zen Master Ben Heng?
Yan Shouyi looked at Zen Master Ben Heng in surprise. He had heard of this name and knew that Zen Master Ben Heng was the master of Uncle Miaoji.
Not only that, but Zen Master Ben Heng was also Changshan's "master."
Ben Heng had three disciples: Miaoji, Miaohua, and Miaoyou.
Changshan was originally Miaoyou's disciple, but because he was too outstanding, Abbot Yansong took notice of him and appointed him as the successor of Hanshan Temple. Therefore, he specially transferred Changshan under Zen Master Ben Heng for personal guidance.
This was also why Changshan, despite being in the "Chang" generation, addressed Ben Heng as "Master" along with those in the "Miao" generation.
Ben Heng was the master of two people with close ties to Yan Shouyi. Yan Shouyi should have shown the appropriate respect.
So Yan Shouyi immediately calmed down, stopped pretending to be crazy, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Zen Master Ben Heng:
"Junior Yan Shouyi greets Senior! I did not know your identity earlier, and I have offended you greatly. Please punish me!"
Forgiveness was impossible; direct punishment was more straightforward, leaving Yan Shouyi with no burden in his heart.
However, Yan Shouyi's apology could not win Zen Master Ben Heng's forgiveness, especially since the brat had taken advantage of him twice earlier.
Zen Master Ben Heng now had a preconceived notion that Yan Shouyi was an arrogant junior.
"Hmph!" Zen Master Ben Heng snorted coldly, ignoring Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi gave a dry laugh and stood obediently in the distance.
Although he had left a bad impression on Zen Master Ben Heng, his first step of the plan had succeeded.
By breaking into Hanshan Temple and meeting the high-ranking officials, Miaohua would definitely not dare to kill him without their consent.
Moreover, Yan Shouyi was certain that the high-ranking officials of Hanshan Temple would not kill him; at most, they would detain him and treat him well.
As expected, although Zen Master Ben Heng was angry, he was not in a hurry to capture Yan Shouyi. Instead, he questioned Miaohua:
"Miaohua, what is going on?"
Miaohua was already forty years old, but he appeared very humble when faced with Zen Master Ben Heng's questioning.
He stammered, unable to find an excuse, or perhaps he understood that fabricating an excuse was meaningless now, as Zen Master Ben Heng was not a fool.
Zen Master Ben Heng indeed saw through the situation. Recalling Miaohua's previous report, he immediately guessed the entire sequence of events:
"The one who took the evil Buddha from Ruanan's body in Qianlü Town was Yan Shouyi, wasn't it?"