Provocation and Implication

"Good brother, if you're unhappy, come here and cut off my arm, just please tell me."

The Monk Bujie was almost insane.

Ji Boying Monk Bujie slapping his own face again, and looked at his swollen, fat face with a sigh.

This scoundrel was deeply in love, and all the misery he had endured over the decades was actually caused by his eccentric wife.

However, since the family was a willing party and the person being given the gift, it didn't bother others, Ji Boying naturally didn't gossip.

To be honest, Ji Boying had some respect for this Monk Bujie.

You can't completely call him a sheep, after all, he got what he wanted, and his wife is just eccentric, not that she doesn't love him.

But the Monk Bujie is far superior to that of any sycophant.

"Alright, I'm not angry with you. I'm also willing to help you with this wonderful thing. It's just that what you said in front of everyone was really inappropriate. You should apologize to Abbess Dingyi. Have you forgotten her kindness? You owe her a life, after all."

The Monk Bujie has now sobered up and his mind is much clearer.

Naturally, he also felt a great deal of regret.

He really shouldn't have spoken to Abbess Dingyi like that.

If his wife were by his side, he would probably be willing to exchange his and his wife's lives for the life he owed Abbess Dingyi.

"It's my fault, it's my fault. All the mistakes are my fault."

The Monk Bujie admitted his mistake and, following Ji Boying's instructions and his own conscience, walked slowly to Abbess Dingyi's table.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, including the astonished gazes of the young nuns, she knelt down with a thud and kowtowed deeply to Abbess Dingyi.

"Your Excellency is a highly accomplished Buddhist nun, while I am a scoundrel. I just saw you all enjoying yourselves, but I, this wicked monk, can only drink alone in my loneliness. That's why I got drunk and started talking nonsense. Please forgive me, Your Excellency."

When Ji Boying and Monk Bujie clashed palms, Abbess Dingyi had already regained her composure. A flash of inspiration struck her, and she remembered this old incident.

Logically speaking, they do indeed have a child involved.

Looking at the monk's behavior, Abbess Dingyi, though not understanding how Ji Boying had manipulated him, still felt a little sorry for him.

Through the monk's explanation, Abbess Dingyi understood the sorrow in his heart.

Although she wanted to reunite the father and daughter, after that scoundrel monk made a scene in public, Abbess Dingyi could no longer acknowledge them.

This thieving monk, in broad daylight, asked this old nun for a daughter, and she actually gave him a daughter. This is something that can't be cleared up even if you jump into the Yellow River, and it's become a laughing stock in the martial arts world.

It would also tarnish the reputation of Baiyun Nunnery.

No matter how much the scoundrel monk was suffering, he had to endure it and wait until later to secretly arrange for the father and daughter to recognize each other.

Now that this story has spread, people just assume it's about an old, destitute monk who went on a drunken rampage, and that's that.

"Alright, get up. I'm a magnanimous person and won't hold it against you."

The Monk Bujie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, turned around, and looked at Ji Boying with eager anticipation.

Ji Boying said softly.

"You should leave first, and come back to me at night. I will definitely give you an answer and grant you your wish."

"Well!"

The Monk Bujie was so moved that he almost shed tears.

Not daring to disturb their drinking, he stumbled slightly as he used his Lightness Skill footwork to float away from the windowsill.

He possessed profound inner strength and exceptional skill. Although he swayed slightly under the influence of extreme joy and sorrow, he still demonstrated a high level of Lightness Skill.

The onlookers, though secretly thinking he was a charlatan, couldn't help but admire his skill, seeing his heavy body so agile, and looking at the somewhat messy broken table and the several large holes in the floor.

Even Qu Yang, who sat in the corner and seemed rather detached from worldly affairs, sighed repeatedly.

The martial arts world is truly full of hidden talents.

What these martial arts figures were more interested in was how Ji Boying managed to subdue this highly skilled thief monk.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't guess. They just assumed that Ji Boying had gained the upper hand and used his power to frighten the monk.

They were naturally even more impressed by Young Master Ji's superb martial arts skills.

I'm afraid it won't be more than two days before this matter spreads throughout the martial arts world again.

It's unknown how distorted it will become in the end as it's spread.

Ji Boying sat down again, Dingyi nodded to him in thanks once more.

Dingyi thought that Ji Boying had realized the monk's high level of skill and, fearing that his uncle would get hurt, had taken the initiative to help him save face.

He secretly rejoiced that Ji Boying had scared the monk.

If she were to actually fight this monk, and either of them were to be injured, Yilin would always suffer.

Despite Dingyi's lack of kind words, Dingyi on Yilin, who lost her parents at a young age and whom he raised single-handedly.

They treated her like their own daughter, not to mention that Yilin was pretty, cute, kind and well-behaved.

Who wouldn't love such a daughter?

After Ji Boying sat down, Daoist Tiansong Ji Boying showed him even more respect.

Not only because Ji Boying had just intervened on behalf of his elders, but also because of Ji Boying's miraculous skill.

In the world of martial arts, no matter what, you still have to rely on your fists.

The ordinary Mount Tai Disciples became even more reserved, realizing that they were not on the same level as Senior Brother Ji at all.

Ji Boying finally had the time to say the provocative words he had always wanted to utter.

"I was going to explain to my fellow disciples why I didn't travel with my master, but I didn't expect all these unexpected twists and turns to happen."

Ji Boying smiled gently.

"Your senior uncles all know about my conflict with Yu Canghai in Fuzhou, right?"

The three old men couldn't help but lean closer, clearly quite interested.

The combination of Yu Canghai, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect, the Fuwei Escort Agency, and the Bixie Sword Manual naturally generates buzz.

"Yu Canghai, under the guise of avenging his master, wanted to seize the Bixie Sword Manual and killed the Fuwei Escort Agency. Many people wanted to wipe out their entire family. The Fuwei Escort Agency also came to Mount Hua during the New Year, bringing many gifts and wanting to cooperate with Mount Hua. So I was ordered by my master to go and save their lives."

"Master Yu is, after all, a martial arts master in the Jianghu. I originally didn't want to hurt him, but who knew that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the Oriole behind? While I was dueling with Master Yu, four men in black were secretly lying in ambush. These four were highly skilled in martial arts, and I couldn't stop myself. It's just a pity for Master Yu..."