Zen Master Benheng saw clearly that the Folklore Research Association was now the last straw that maintained the two sects. Many sects did not really break up because of Yan Shouyi's face, but only joined forces symbolically.
Even if Yan Shouyi comes to the door now, Hanshan Temple cannot accept Yan Shouyi as a hot potato. It will only cause more trouble.
The best result is to rush Yan Shou down the mountain now and pretend that nothing has happened and that he has never seen this madman.
However, Yan Shouyi, who had a very bad impression on Zen Master Benheng at first, suddenly became serious at this time.
He stood in the golden bell and said to Zen Master Benheng:
"I came to Hanshan Temple. Firstly, I wanted to take advantage of Hanshan Temple to avoid the limelight. Secondly, I wanted to seek justice."
Zen Master Benheng frowned and stopped: "What kind of justice?"
Yan Shouyi said in a deep voice: "Miaohua led people to search for the whereabouts of the evil Buddha, and found out all the way to Side Temple. In order to torture out my information, he killed Abbot Haixin of Side Temple. I would like to ask this question
Senior Heng, how did you teach Miaohua? Miaohua is a member of the Buddhist sect, and he was born in Hanshan Temple. He committed a murder at the foot of the mountain, doesn't he have to bear any responsibility?"
"What I want to ask for is this justice!"
Although Yan Shouyi did not have a close relationship with Abbot Haixin, he could tell that Abbot Haixin was not a bad person.
Miaohua can represent Buddhism and punish Hai Xin for helping others commit evil, but she is definitely not qualified to kill Abbot Hai Xin!
Compared with Abbot Haixin who couldn't help himself, Miaohua relied on his own strength but showed such indifference to the lives of others. Miaohua is the one who deserves to be punished!
Zen Master Benheng was silent for a while.
He finally said: "I will send someone to investigate this matter. If it is true, Hanshan Temple will punish Miaohua. I won't bother you about this matter. Come down the mountain."
"No more!"
"Amitabha, you kid, don't push yourself too far!"
Yan Shouyi said stubbornly: "Miaohua killed someone. I don't believe you have no idea about this. But he is still living happily. If I leave, Miaohua will just punish himself with three cups of wine."
"Hanshan Temple has its own rules. It's not your turn as an outsider to point fingers!" Zen Master Benheng became a little angry again.
"Which is more important, the rules of Hanshan Temple or the rules of Buddhism? Murder must be punished with life, let alone Buddhism, which is known as great mercy and compassion? What's more, if I go down from the mountain now, you will release the wonderful flower soon, and I won't look for him then.
, he will also come to me. If he doesn’t die, how can I feel at ease?”
Although Yan Shouyi stood in the golden bell and made no progress, his questions were aggressive.
Zen Master Ben Heng glared at him fiercely, not intending to talk nonsense with him, and directly threatened:
"If you persist in leaving, I will spread the news that you left Rongcheng and drive you down the mountain. Whether you live or die by then will have nothing to do with our Hanshan Temple."
"Hmph, now that I have a way to appear in front of you, senior, I will have countless ways to return to Hanshan Temple. Even if I die, I will kill Hanshan Temple, spray blood on your face, and bring you all bad luck!"
Crazy batch!
What a crazy batch!
Zen Master Benheng was incompetent and furious. In all his years of living, he had never been so helpless in front of a junior.
Is it really impossible to cure this bastard?
Just when Zen Master Benheng was in a dilemma, an old and energetic voice suddenly came from Hanshan Temple:
"Ben Heng, let Yan Shouyi come in to see me."
Hearing this voice, Ben Heng immediately clasped his hands together and bent down towards the temple.
After a few seconds of silence, Benheng waved his hand and removed the golden bell, and said reluctantly: "The abbot wants to see you."
Yan Shouyi chuckled and walked straight in without any fear.
As a result, after taking just a few steps, he was dragged back to his side by Ben Heng, who said with a serious face:
"Abbot Yansong is old. You must not make him angry by talking nonsense. If the abbot dies because of your anger... I will send you down as well and work for the abbot!"
Yan Shouyi: "Do I look like someone who speaks freely?"
Zen Master Benheng sneered: The person who just said, "I am your father" is not you, right?
The two of them walked in tandem, with Zen Master Benheng leading Yan Shouyi inside.
Along the way, Yan Shouyi wanted to greet the monks on the roadside and introduce his identity, but Zen Master Ben Heng told him that "in the pure land of Buddhism, one cannot speak" and was made mute.
Helpless, he could only hold back all the way and finally arrived outside the main hall of Hanshan Temple.
In the hall, Abbot Yansong was sitting, leaning on his wooden staff, looking very old and motionless.
Yan Shouyi stood outside the hall and watched for a while. Seeing that Abbot Yansong had no response, and finding that he could speak again, he asked Zen Master Benheng: "Senior, why is Abbot Yansong silent? Is he dead?"
Bar?"
"Shut up!"
Zen Master Ben Heng wished he could slap Yan Shou one by one.
At this time, Abbot Yansong finally "woke up", opened his eyes, and looked at Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi discovered that Abbot Yansong's eyes were extremely clear, like a newborn child, full of kindness and kindness.
At this moment, he actually had the illusion of seeing the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yin.
The old heavenly master Zhang Yin and the abbot Yansong were from the same period. Their Taoism is unfathomable, so it is quite reasonable that they would be similar.
"Come in and talk." Abbot Yansong waved.
Yan Shouyi stepped over the high threshold and walked into the hall. The hall was full of Buddha statues and the air was filled with the smell of incense.
Zen Master Ben Heng originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by Abbot Yansong: "Ben Heng, go and discipline Miao Hua properly while I talk to Donor Yan alone."
"Yes, great uncle." Ben Heng promised, and then gave Yan Shouyi a worried look as a warning.
After Zen Master Benheng left, Yan Shouyi scratched the back of his head in embarrassment:
"Abbot Yansong, I have caused trouble for you."
Abbot Yansong laughed happily for a while, shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter. Donor Yan is a person with a Buddha's heart and a bond with Buddha. It is said that when you were in Rongcheng, you also showed great righteousness, and you were praised by the Dragon Tiger Secret Text."
If you are selected, you will also have the purple energy of a true dragon. If you are interested, why not join me as a Buddhist disciple?"
At this meeting, Abbot Yansong actually extended an olive branch, which made Yan Shouyi a little overwhelmed.
He said awkwardly: "Abbott, I'm afraid this won't work. I'm the third generation of our family, and my father still expects me to continue the family lineage of the Yan family."
"What about the lay disciples? Have you considered it?"
"Even if I agree, the famous sect won't agree, right?"
"Amitabha, why don't you worship me as your teacher in private?"
"Abbott, let me make it clear. I am used to wandering around in clouds and wild cranes. I don't want to be a monk who rings bells, knocks wooden fish, eats fasts and chants Buddha's name every day."
"I see..." Abbot Yansong nodded as if understanding, and then said: "Why don't you accept me as your godfather? If you can't, you can also become your grandfather."