Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

Without a second thought, Shen Jiyuan quickly lifted Shang Yao from the ground with his left hand and tucked him under his arm, while gripping the cart handle with his right hand and walking forward quickly.

But before he had walked ten meters, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

Without thinking, he pulled the cart sharply in an instant.

The next second, a gleaming blade flashed across the cart's canopy, and the little duck toy he had bought for Shen Ji, hanging in front of the canopy, snapped in two under the sharp blade.

It landed with a thud on Shen Ji's calf, and he grabbed it and held it in his hand.

Shen Jiyuan's eyes were frighteningly cold. He suddenly turned sideways and kicked.

The attacker never expected Shen Jiyuan to react so quickly. Before he could react, he was sent flying by Shen Jiyuan's domineering kick.

"Hold!"

The person who was thrown out slammed hard against a roller shutter door with a loud bang.

He cursed, then scrambled to his feet with a menacing look. "Damn it! Get him!"

In an instant, five or six people ran out from the corner of the alley.

They were all carrying short knives, and their faces were ferocious and ruthless; they were clearly not good people.

Shen Jiyuan's heart sank slightly.

If it were him, he certainly wouldn't have given these fleas a second thought.

But now he also has two little bastards with him...

He narrowed his eyes, shoved Shang Yao into the stroller, and then said to Shen Ji, "Hide well!"

Shen Ji nodded without flinching, while Shang Yao was completely stunned.

Whether he was stunned or frightened by what had just happened, his little face was deathly pale. But thankfully, even so, he didn't cry or make a fuss. He just clenched his hands tightly and didn't say a word.

Shen Jiyuan didn't have time to pay attention to him at this moment. With a long stride, he stood like a powerful overlord who could hold off ten thousand men, blocking the two little bastards behind him.

He slowly flexed his wrist, narrowing his eyes disdainfully. "Who are you people?"

"You don't need to know who we are, but..." the leader chuckled, his voice sinister, "you are about to become a dead man."

"Hehe, remember this in your next life: don't meddle in things that aren't your business."

"To avoid needlessly losing one's life."

Without waiting for Shen Jiyuan to speak, he waved to the people behind him, "Go! Hurry up, the cops will be here soon!"

The group exchanged glances, grabbed their weapons, and headed towards Shen Jiyuan.

Shen Jiyuan remained completely still, and there was not a trace of fear or worry in his eyes.

He seemed like the King of Hell himself, his cold, sharp eyes fixed on the leader's movements. Just as the man's short knife was about to strike, he suddenly sidestepped and dodged it.

The blade grazed his face as it came down, but he didn't even blink.

The next second, he twisted his long arm, which coiled around the man's arm like a snake, and with a pull and a twist, a crack was heard, and the man's bone broke.

The man didn't even have time to scream before Shen Jiyuan's punch, which was accompanied by a strong gust of wind, sent him flying.

But he didn't stop moving at all. He suddenly spun around and kicked someone who was about to sneak attack Shen Ji.

"Dad!" Shen Ji slapped away Shang Yao, who was practically stunned, and tossed something to Shen Jiyuan. "Use this!"

Shen Jiyuan instinctively caught it.

Only after holding it in his hand did he realize that what he was holding was none other than the wooden fish hammer that brat Shen Ji used to strike the wooden fish last time!

Why does this kid carry this thing around with him all the time?

"Daddy, that handle can be pulled open!" Shen Ji said, waving his little fist. "Daddy, this can make a really loud knock! Knock on them!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Do you really think he's here to chant the wooden fish?

However, he didn't have time to complain about those things. Following Shen Ji's instructions, he pulled the handle of the wooden fish outwards, and it actually came out quite a bit.

The wooden fish hammer he held in his hand looked less like a wooden fish hammer and more like a fist-sized ball attached to a baton.

Shen Jiyuan raised an eyebrow. This really hurts more than hitting someone with a baton.

He swung the wooden fish hammer in his hand and slammed it down on a person's head with a bang.

In an instant, a clear sound, like the tolling of a bell, rang out.

The man was so shocked that his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground like a noodle, twitching like a wind-up toy before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

That sound... isn't that the sound of the wooden fish that Shen Ji was striking in front of him earlier?!

"Buddha's disciple is mighty!! Buddha's disciple, charge!!"

"Knock them to death! Knock them to death!"

Shen Ji kept cheering him on from inside the car.

He was cheering him on, but when he turned around and saw Shang Yao's dazed expression, he slapped him on the head with his little hand. "You brat, are you ever going to stop! Still spacing out?"

"Shout it with me, cheer for my dad!"

Shang Yao: "..."

Does this lunatic even know what's going on?

"Come!"

"Raise your right hand, make a fist, one, two, three, and shout: 'Buddha's Daddy is mighty!! Buddha's Daddy is awesome! Buddha's Daddy, go go go~~'"

Shang Yao pursed his lips and subconsciously took a step back.

I feel so embarrassed.

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes, glaring at him menacingly, and said, "If you don't scream, I'll make sure the King of Hell reincarnates you as a prostitute in your next life! You're being...

He made a throat-slitting gesture and said viciously, "Cut my throat, pluck the feathers, and eat the meat!"

Shang Yao: "..."

Shen Ji snorted, "The Heavenly Dog is my dog ​​dad. He's very familiar with the King of Hell. If you don't listen to me, you'll be a prostitute in your next life~"

Shang Yao's pupils contracted, and he grabbed Shen Ji's hand in fright. "Little Ji, you...you...don't tell the King of Hell that I'm going to be a prostitute! I'm cheering for Uncle Shen!"

He clenched his little fists and, imitating Shen Ji, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Uncle Buddha is mighty! Uncle Buddha is awesome! Uncle Buddha, keep it up!"

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

Or maybe we should just kill those two brats first!

Shen Jiyuan's hands didn't stop moving. Hearing the two little bastards cheering him on, his forehead veins throbbed.

Just as he was about to curse, he caught a glimpse of something familiar in the corner of his eye.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second, a loud bang exploded in the alley.