Wei Yuan raised his head, looking at the old Monk standing in midair, and asked in a gentle voice, "May I ask, Master, where you have come from?"
The old Monk lifted his brows and glared, shouting, "This old Monk is Han Zhong, Abbot of Kongshan Temple, who has cultivated in the mountains in seclusion for one thousand three hundred years! Today I truly cannot bear to see you, this Demon, posing as a Buddha in this blessed land and bewitching the believers, so I have come to give you a blow on the head! If you do not know repentance, this old Monk will have no choice but to use some demon‑subduing means."
Wei Yuan nodded and said, "So that's how it is! Then… come down and talk."
The words had barely left his mouth when Han Zhong, who had already risen to the Imperial realm, suddenly felt his body incomparably heavy, and he toppled headfirst from midair, crashing hard into the ground and smashing out a large pit.
