The Clumsy Deception

"Hehehe."

Maitreya's smile had grown somewhat stiff, looking thoroughly forced.

"Benefactor Wang, you jest. When have I ever—"

No, Maitreya quickly came to his senses.

He had nearly let this brat lead him astray. He had come here to search for clues about the Buddha. If nothing unexpected happened, this little temple had a great deal to do with the Buddha!

Why was he wasting time here talking nonsense with this guy?

If he wasted too much time...

"Benefactor, this is the sacred land of my Buddhist sect, and it has also been my residence all along."

"So I hope you will leave as soon as possible."

"Otherwise... this humble monk would not mind exchanging blows with you."

Maitreya directly skipped over the topic Wang Ye had thrown out and stared at him solemnly, speaking each word with deliberate emphasis.

A faint murderous aura gradually began to emanate from him.

His gaze was resolute.

Clearly, he was not joking.

At a time like this, whoever dared block his path, even if it meant exhausting every last trump card, he, Maitreya, would kill them.

Wang Ye fell silent before finally muttering with some displeasure, "This is obviously my home."

Seeing Maitreya's expression grow increasingly hostile, his smile even gradually fading, Wang Ye finally coughed. "Maybe you just happened to be away every time I came before."

"Then this is our home!"

"If you put it that way, we're family!"

"Family doesn't stand on ceremony!"

"Big brother, have a seat!"

"Want a drink?"

Wang Ye displayed his shamelessness to the fullest. A bottle of liquor even appeared in his hand as he looked at Maitreya and asked enthusiastically.

Maitreya said nothing.

The air seemed to turn colder, and the atmosphere gradually grew grave.

After a moment.

Maitreya finally said, "Benefactor Wang, there