Monk Bujie

Abbess Dingyi raised her eyebrows, her heart filled with anger.

What was supposed to be a joyous and happy moment was suddenly ruined when someone started throwing things around and acting drunk.

But when she looked closely, she discovered that it was actually a drunken monk who was drinking and eating meat, reeking of alcohol, which was really outrageous.

Although Abbess Dingyi and her companions had fiery tempers and were involved in the martial arts world, they were ultimately a group of nuns who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing a monk like that, I couldn't stand it in my heart.

They instinctively felt some aversion towards monks who did not abide by the rules and regulations.

But if that's all there is to it, then so be it.

Ironically, the pleasant atmosphere in the restaurant was all about celebrating Ji Boying's killing of the lecherous Tian Boguang.

With several factors combined, the wine-and-meat monk, who already didn't seem like a good person, appeared to be genuinely speaking up for Tian Boguang, inevitably leading people to believe that he was an accomplice of the lecherous thief.

This monk may not fear anything else, but he has a knot in his heart: he hates it most when others criticize him for things related to lust.

"Damn old nun, who is that lecherous thief's accomplice? You're falsely accusing an innocent person! Give me back my daughter at once!"

That's truly astonishing; if it gets out, it could cause quite a stir.

It's truly a rare and extraordinary story that a monk, in broad daylight, would demand a daughter from an old nun.

One sentence was enough to make Abbess Dingyi blush with anger.

Abbess Dingyi, her eyebrows furrowed in anger and her teeth clenched, drew her long sword with a clang, determined to fight this thieving monk to the death.

"You scoundrel, you're asking for death! I'll send you to the Avīci Hell!"

Abbess Dingyi cursed and was about to rush forward to fight when Ji Boying suddenly realized what was happening.

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Abbess Dingyi.

With a gentle exertion, Abbess Dingyi felt an extremely strong yet irresistible force press against her body, pinning her to the seat and rendering her unable to move an inch, yet she did not feel any discomfort.

Such skill left the two Daoist priests, Tiansong and Tianbai, speechless with astonishment.

"Master, please calm down, this is a misunderstanding."

Let's not say it's like the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple, or that we don't recognize our own kind.

Abbess Dingyi were to rush forward, it would only escalate the situation further and tarnish her reputation.

Ji Boying Abbess Dingyi back into her seat, also for the good of his own martial uncle.

To prevent her from rushing forward and getting injured by this Monk Bujie.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, the scoundrel was fine, but Abbess Dingyi was really upset.

Abbess Dingyi was also shocked by Ji Boying's profound internal strength.

But she absolutely refused to give in.

Ji Boying quickly said, "Master, I'll avenge you. I'll make that thieving monk apologize to you obediently."

Ji Boying wanted to directly uncover the entanglement and misunderstanding between the two, but unable to explain the source of the information, he remained silent and only intended to negotiate with the Monk Bujie.

He lightly leaped through the air, gracefully crossing several tables and chairs, and arrived in front of Monk Bujie.

The Monk Bujie wanted to speak again.

"Monk, shut up!"

Ji Boying unleashed his inner strength and roared, the sound Monk Bujie's ears ring.

However, Monk Bujie was always a scoundrel, and now that he had drunk too much, he naturally had a bit of wildness in him, plus his internal strength was also very profound.

Ignoring the discomfort in his ears, he channeled his inner strength and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

A gust of evil wind swept in. Seeing that he had already shut his mouth but was still about to make a move, Ji Boying also wanted to teach him a lesson. He also struck out with a palm, relying solely on his internal strength to fight the enemy.

The two palms collided, and a gust of wind surged outward from their palms, causing their robes to flutter wildly.

Monk Bujie received the blow, he felt a surge of blood and qi, and his internal organs were shaken. He let out a strange cry, his face and neck turned red, and he involuntarily staggered back four or five steps.

Several holes were worn into the wooden floor of Return Goose Inn by the footsteps.

A solid wood square table behind him was also smashed to pieces by his big butt.

Chunks of wood scattered and flew everywhere, and the martial arts practitioners at the five or six tables around them quickly abandoned their wine and meat and dodged to avoid them, looking quite disheveled.

That was truly a stunning display of skill.

Ji Boying killed Tian Boguang in an instant without anyone else witnessing it, but now his profound internal strength is being demonstrated in full view of everyone.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

The little girl sitting in the corner also stared wide-eyed in shock.

This has truly broadened my horizons.

Monk Bujie a surge of blood rushing to his face, and it took him three or five breaths to recover.

After taking that slap, he sobered up and managed to utter the word "amazing."

Ji Boying took two more steps forward, which Monk Bujie that he retreated repeatedly.

"Monk, don't go. I have something to tell you. I won't hit you."

Ji Boying put both hands behind his back.

The Monk Bujie hesitant.

He stood guard with his hands in front of his chest, but he refused to lose face and stubbornly refused to back down.

Ji Boying moved closer to him.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Monk, do you want a wife and a daughter? If you want your wife and your daughter, then obey my orders and don't make a fuss or say a word."

It must have been quite a challenge for the Monk Bujie to be surprised.

He let out another strange cry, his eyes widening like a bull's.

His face showed a mixture of surprise, delight, and doubt.

He forced himself not to make a sound, then rushed forward and grabbed Ji Boying's collar with both hands outstretched.

He didn't want to let go of even the slightest possibility.

Ji Boying watched as he lost his composure because of her words. With his arms outstretched, his groin exposed, he laid bare his vitals to her. Yet, she couldn't help but admire the monk's deep affection, despite his eccentricities.

The Monk Bujie grabbed Ji Boying's collar, his face full of strange expressions, so anxious that he wanted to scratch his head.

"Ah... you... I..."

He wanted to speak several times, but was afraid of disobeying Ji Boying's order not to make a fuss.

Ji Boying couldn't tell Dingyi and the others about these things, but he could tell the Monk Bujie directly because he was a rascal who wouldn't get caught up in the details. He was already grateful that his wish had been fulfilled.

"No one else knows these things about you, but I can tell you. You should understand that I'm not lying to you."

That's true. Monk Bujie isn't stupid; he understands it clearly.

Hearing this, my hope grew even stronger, and my face lit up with joy. I just wanted to know the answer as soon as possible, and I couldn't care less about anything else.

He was both crying and laughing, and he slapped his fat face repeatedly with both big hands.

After just a few slaps, his skin was already red and swollen, but he didn't stop.

"Good brother, good hero. It was my fault, I shouldn't have hit you. I apologize, I apologize to you. Come on, hit me a couple of times too."