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

The next day.

The morning light broke.

Qin Shiyue opened his eyes and looked at the familiar environment around him, feeling a little reluctant.

After all, he had lived here for twenty years, and the habit had become natural.

However, thinking of the excitement after going down the mountain, Qin Shiyue's reluctance was immediately dispersed.

The technological development of this world is no different from his original world. It is so easy to come back and take a look.

If you miss home, just come back and take a look.

Picking up the yellow cloth bag that Baowen had packed for him, Qin Shiyue couldn't help but smile when he saw the things inside.

He didn't have many things in the temple over the years. He himself had no interest in chanting scriptures, so he didn't have any scriptures at all.

Now in his bag, in addition to two pieces of underwear, there are all kinds of food.

Don't think about it, just look at the appearance of these foods, you know that they are made by Baowen and Master Jiekong.

After living together for twenty years, Qin Shiyue is too familiar with the craftsmanship of these two people.

Looking at those familiar things, Qin Shiyue's mouth corners could not help but slightly rise.

He is so old, but his senior brother and master still treat him as a child.

But I have to say that this feeling is really good.

After a simple wash and putting away various documents, Qin Shiyue pushed the door and walked out. He found that the Lingyin Temple today was different from the past.

The whole temple was extremely quiet, as if it had been deserted overnight.

However, with his keen perception, Qin Shiyue instantly locked the location of many monks.

But Bao Wen did not exist among the many monks.

Thinking of his senior brother's somewhat honest and straightforward character, he probably couldn't stand the feeling of separation, so he deliberately hid.

"Master! And everyone, the mountains and rivers remain unchanged! Let's say goodbye now!"

Qin Shiyue shouted loudly, took out the incense that had been prepared long ago, and bowed three times to the incense burner at the entrance of the hall.

He inserted the incense heavily into the incense burner, turned around and strode out of Lingyin Temple.

The moment Qin Shiyue stepped into the mountain gate, bursts of cheers came into his ears from the temple.

It must be said that sometimes, having sensitive hearing is not a good thing.

Qin Shiyue smiled helplessly, but thinking about what he had done, these guys did not set off firecrackers to celebrate, and held a three-day banquet, which was already a face-giving.

"Gone! Gone! Really gone!"

"Oh my God, he is finally gone, Buddha bless you!"

"Ah!! We must celebrate today!"

"Long live! Buddha bless you! Buddha bless you!"

......

In the hall, many monks heard the news from the little monk at the door, and their faces flushed with excitement.

Even a few young monks couldn't help crying.

That sad look really made those who heard it sad and those who saw it cried!

Family members, who understands, four years! Four years! How have they lived these four years!

It’s hard enough to be pure and abstinent, and they have to accept the test from the outside world from time to time.

The point is that they have no way to resist.

Everyone knows that Qin Shiyue, that bastard, is vindictive. Some people have resisted, but the consequences are beyond words.

It’s no exaggeration to say that Qin Shiyue has almost become the inner demon of all the monks in Lingyin Temple.

“Ahem!”

Suddenly, an old cough sounded.

The cough was not loud, but the monks present seemed to be immobilized in an instant.

They all stood still.

I almost forgot that the disciple-protecting demon master Jiekong is still in the hall. They are like this, they will not be hated and made to suffer.

The three Yuanzhen brothers are still staying on the cliff of reflection, and they don’t want to go to the cliff collectively.

"Master, you..."

"It's okay, I'll go out for a while, you guys continue."

An elderly monk was about to say something, but was interrupted by Master Jiekong, who slowly pushed the door and left.

Seeing that Jiekong had no intention of caring, all the monks let go again, and the whole hall was filled with unprecedented noise.

After leaving the hall, Master Jiekong went straight to the small door.

It's been a long time since I discussed Buddhism with Master Nianci.

The evil disciple finally left. Master Jiekong didn't dare to go out with Qin Shiyue around.

Otherwise, who knows how many versions of his love affairs would be circulated in the temple.

Looking at the grassy path, Master Jiekong felt that his decision was wiser. It's better to let his own apprentice go out to cause trouble to others, instead of suffering himself.

The smile on Master Jiekong's face at this moment stretched out the wrinkles a little, and the whole person seemed to be a dozen years younger. He didn't look like a hundred-year-old man at all.

It looks like at mostHe is only over ninety years old.

......

Qin Shiyue went down the mountain very quickly. He was very familiar with this road.

The road he took was different from other monks. He went down the mountain from Lingyin Temple, which had become a scenic spot in front.

He took another small road.

This road can directly enter the city, which not only saves a lot of roads, but also saves a lot of trouble.

However, just when Qin Shiyue climbed over the hill and was about to go down the mountain.

He suddenly noticed something strange.

Qin Shiyue stopped, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked into the depths of the bushes and sneered: "Everyone! Don't hide when you come, come out!"

As Qin Shiyue's voice fell, several dozen figures rushed out of the bushes.

The leader was three monks who were nearly sixty years old, and behind them were eighteen sturdy monks in their thirties, holding long sticks in their hands. .

Seeing these monks, Qin Shiyue immediately understood what they were running for.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ The head of the Arhat Hall, the head of the Dharma Hall, the head of the Prajna Hall, and the Eighteen Stick Monks, all came together, they are really thieves."

Qin Shiyue crossed his arms and looked at those monks, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Baozheng! Your virtue is not worthy of your position, you don't deserve to own that patchwork clothes, hand it over, and you can leave."

The head of the Dharma Hall stood up, looked at the patchwork clothes on Qin Shiyue, and spoke righteously.

If there was no greed in this guy's eyes, Qin Shiyue almost believed him.

"I say, are you guys interesting? You didn't dare to make trouble when I was in Lingyin Temple, and now I'm down the mountain and come to make trouble for me? You pick on the weak and pinch the quilt? You are really impatient."

Qin Shiyue looked at those people with disdain, and the contempt in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Amitabha, Baozheng, there is no point in talking any more. Just hand over the patchwork clothes. It doesn't fit you."

Compared to the head of the Dharma Hall, the head of the Arhat Hall looked much kinder, and his words were also peaceful.

"If you want it, then come and rob it. If you kill me, the patchwork clothes will be yours."

As Qin Shiyue spoke, the Qi around him emanated, and the surrounding plants moved without wind. His eyes also changed from disdain to sharpness.