Under One Person: I Become Stronger When I Break My Vows

"Evil creature! You two ignored the rules and fought in the mountain gate, and almost led your senior brother into the devil's way. If it wasn't for the timely action of the old monk, would you still have such good fortune?!"

The old monk Jinlun shouted angrily.

"You really don't want your old face! You two old things attacked without knowing right or wrong! You are just going to kill us! My breakthrough has nothing to do with you!! It's because of my practice!"

Qin Shiyue looked at the shameless old monk, and his anger went up a level.

He had never seen the thick skin of this old monk in his two lives.

If it wasn't for the system refresh, and the proficiency was accidentally pointed at the Golden Bell Cover, Qin Shiyue and Baowen would have ended up miserably.

And he took the credit for himself! The more Qin Shiyue thought about it, the angrier he became, and his eyes became fiercer when he looked at the old monk.

At the same time, he began to think about his chances of winning against these two old monks.

After roughly comparing the strength of both sides.

Qin Shiyue had some thoughts in his mind. The odds of winning or losing were probably 50-50. However, with the blessing of rejuvenation skills and the blessing of desperate fighting style, his winning rate could reach 70%!

After all, the two old monks were so old that their flesh and blood had dried up. They were all supported by the vast amount of Qi.

"You! You! You! What a sharp mouth! You evil creature, today I will teach you a lesson for your master!"

The old monk Jinlun was so angry that he was fuming. The golden wheel in his hand turned rapidly, and the humming sound resounded throughout the temple.

The other monks looked bitter when they saw this.

The fire in the city gate affected the fish in the pond. These small fish and shrimps could not deal with such a situation.

In his heart, he couldn't help but curse Qin Shiyue. It was not easy to be fine, but he had to make some trouble.

He even dared to scold his uncle master. He was simply desperate!

In his heart, he thought even more viciously, it would be better to beat him to death, so that there would be one less scourge in the temple.

As for jealous thoughts, they had some when Qin Shiyue faced Bao Wen before, but now there is none.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that Qin Shiyue now has the strength to challenge the two uncles.

If they are stronger than them, they will be jealous, but if their strength exceeds them by too much, to the point of looking up to them, the jealous thoughts will disappear.

"Uncle Master!!! I'm not dead yet!!!"

Just when Qin Shiyue was emitting golden light and preparing to fight with the old monk Jinlun, Master Jiekong rushed out crying.

The agile man didn't look like a centenarian whose martial arts were abolished. He threw himself at the feet of Master Jinlun and cried loudly, "I'm not dead yet! How can you make a decision for me? Do you want me to die?!"

Master Jiekong's actions confused Master Jinlun. After a moment of shock, he shouted angrily, "What are you talking about? What nonsense? When did I say I wanted you to die?!"

The others were also confused when they saw this scene. It was hard to imagine that the old monk who was crying while holding someone's thigh was the legendary abbot of Lingyin Temple, Master Jiekong, one of the ten masters!

This scene was so explosive!

Qin Shiyue seemed calm on the surface, but the twitching corners of his mouth were enough to explain his mental state at the moment.

Although he had known that his master was like this, every time he saw it, he still felt a sense of contrast.

"You don't want me to die! What decision are you going to make for me? Do you want to say that I am a useless person who is not even qualified to teach disciples?"

Master Jiekong cried and wiped his tears and snot on the monk's robe.

Feeling the sticky thigh, the old monk Jinlun was angry and resentful, but he didn't know what to say in the face of Master Jiekong's crying.

At this time, the old monk Changbian spoke.

His voice was more sinister than that of the old monk Jinlun.

"Jiekong, stop making jokes there. You are a bad teacher. Can we, as your uncle, watch you go on like this and make mistakes again and again? Look at how many good disciples you have accepted! Humph!"

After saying this, the old monk Changbian snorted heavily, and his sinister eyes were like a poisonous snake. It makes people feel cold all over.

Many monks shivered involuntarily when they saw the long whip old monk's gaze. They felt cold all over and had goose bumps all over their bodies.

However, Master Jiekong was not affected at all and still had tears in his eyes.

Even on his old face, he felt a little sorry for the world.

"Uncle Master! You are right. I didn't teach my apprentice well. I am not worthy of being called a master!"

Master Jiekong said, using the monk's robe of the old monk Jinlun to hit him hard.He wiped his nose and tears.

When the old monk Changbian heard what Master Jiekong said, his expression was obviously relieved. He waved his hand and said, "Jiekong, knowing your mistakes is a great improvement, you..."

However, before the old monk Changbian finished speaking.

Master Jiekong slid to his knees and rushed directly to the old monk Changbian and cried loudly: "Uncle Yuanzhen! All the mistakes are my fault. It is the fault of the father if the son is not taught well, and it is the laziness of the teacher if the teaching is not strict! Today I am willing to die to apologize! Ask for forgiveness from the uncle!"

"After today, Lingyin Temple will make the two uncles worry more. I, a useless person, don't deserve to live in the world. After I die, I will also go to the master to apologize!"

"When the time comes, I will let the master take me with me to apologize to you in a dream!"

Such an explosive speech made everyone present uneasy. No one expected! Master Jiekong could bring up the master who had passed away long ago!

Especially the two old monks, Master Jiekong's words were like roasting them on the stove.

He even brought his master to them in dreams! It was too exaggerated!

Old Monk Jinlun shuddered, and a distant sense of fear came over him. What if... Senior Brother really gave him a dream? Master Jiekong's master had taught them "love" a lot!

Old Monk Changbian was even more trembling with anger at Master Jiekong's combination of punches.

"You... You... You..."

Pointing at Master Jiekong, Old Monk Changbian couldn't even say a complete sentence.

They naturally didn't dare to attack Jiekong, after all, Jiekong had no cultivation now.

Once they attacked, if they really killed Jiekong, they would be in big trouble.

The current Lingyin Temple is completely supported by Jiekong alone. They are almost two hundred years old, how could they come out to manage things?

They had no other options to deal with Jie Kong except to suppress him with their seniority.

"Enough! This is ridiculous! Jie Kong! Today's matter ends here! If anything happens in the future, don't come to us again! From now on, we won't care about you!"