Chapter 231
“Amitabha, can I pass by for a moment?”
The person who appeared with a dejected voice was a young monk wearing an old monk’s robe.
Holding a large rosary in one hand, he bowed his head and squeezed between the black swordsmen.
“Then excuse me. Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, look at this.”
“Uh huh?”
The swordsmen were taken aback by the monk’s fearless behavior that appeared out of nowhere.
A few people who hurriedly came to their senses blocked him, but they were helplessly pushed back.
“Eh, what is this?”
“omg. What kind of power… … “
Slurp, Tung!
It was the same no matter who ran into it. He couldn’t stop him.
I noticed that the monk’s old, baggy monk’s robe hides a lot of muscle.
Big forearms and bulging veins.
At first glance, he has an appropriate body shape, but those are compression-type muscles in practice.
‘Look at the muscles. It’s crazy.’
At that level, I think I should wear under armor instead of monk clothes.
While I was alone in admiration, a monk passed through dozens of black swordsmen and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
A look of tension was evident on his face.
“Whew… … “
It wasn’t a gigantic thing to just watch. Her face flushed red and her eyebrows twitched.
I looked at me and the monk alternately and waved at the troubled guy.
“Uh, slow down. I’ll wait for you.”
“… … Thank you for that.”
Pudeudeuk.
The guy who was grinding his teeth at me blocked the monk’s path.
“Nush?”
“Binseung is… … “
“Okay, sharp eyes shot up and down the monk.
“In the middle?”
“of course.”
“You don’t even have a seal on your forehead?”
A single drop of sweat ran down the monk’s forehead.
“It’s still short, so that’s why.”
“Perform. What is the legal name?”
“He hasn’t received it yet either.”
“It’s because I don’t have a family name or legal name… … “
The gigantic man with a low brain smiled and asked his subordinates.
“If you look at the shell, it’s just us. Isn’t it?”
“you’re right!”
“Does it look good? It would be nice to have them as the youngest.”
“yes?”
The giant laughed and suddenly hardened his face and glared at the monk.
“Where are you from?”
“… … What do you mean by that?”
“I know everything. bastard. where did you come from Poison Dragon? Or are you black-blooded?”
“Do Dokryongpa and Black Blooded? Bin Seung came from Shaolin.”
“what? Shaolin? Shaolin Temple in Songshan?”
“yes.”
Shaolin. This situation is going back to Hong Mi-jin.
Even Jeokcheongang, who was not paying attention to the back, turned his head and began to watch the situation.
“Noya, is it Shaolin Temple?”
“Be quite. Because I’m thinking of how to take care of you who don’t have a lot of quirks.”
That’s not very good news.
Maybe my expression right now is similar to that monk.
He was staring at the gigantic roar with a darkened face.
“Hahaha! Shaolin Temple? Shaolin Temple?”
“Poetry, poetry. Why are you laughing?”
“The give-away, f*ck. Someone who looks like a dog bone from where he ate it rolls his teeth in front of someone!”
bang
The hard wall was shattered by the giant’s fist.
Unlike his subordinates, who were at most second-rate and third-rate, he was the owner of a considerable amount of force that allowed him to pretend to be a master no matter where he went.
Even so, I barely got into the beginning.
“This bastard… … Are our Dongcheonpa funny? Do I look that stupid?”
“Shiju, you seem upset, so please calm down. Calm down.”
“The truth is an asshole!”
bang!
Even the remnants that were left crumbled away.
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The heart of the owner of the inn, who was watching the situation from behind, must have collapsed.
“A guy who doesn’t have a seal or a Buddhist name that should have been stamped on his forehead, and looks like a great black sword? Are you on this? Hey, this baby. Rather say that Shaolin master is your teacher!.
“Hey, how did the donor do that?”
The giant’s patience finally hit rock bottom at the young monk’s wide-eyed reaction.
“Such a bitch… … ?
Wedge!
A mace with sharp steel spikes shoots at the monk. A skillful and clean trajectory befitting an experienced first-class master.
Huck, the monk swallowed his breath and raised the rosary in his hand.
In an imminent crisis, screams broke out among the crowd who were watching the situation outside the inn.
“Kyaaak!”
“Dangerous!”
But what they feared did not happen.
Kang!
Something pours down with a sharp metal sound.
It was a small, pointed thing, surprisingly, a steel spike protruding from the mace.
“… … uh?”
At that moment when the giant looked at his mace with a puzzled expression, the young monk shouted in a frightened voice.
“This is what the donor started first!”
“Now, hold on!”
However, the situation was already going in an unexpected direction.
Charleureuk!
A bizarrely large rosary wrapped around the monk’s entire arm.
Somehow, a familiar luster flowed from the rosary beads that were tucked between each finger.
No, wait. I hope that… … .
‘Permanent season?’
A terrifying sound echoed at the same time as a flash of realization.
Quadruped! Puck!
The sword that shattered the mace was thrust into the giant’s side.
“Cheuk!”
Unable to overcome the pain, blood gushed from his gaping mouth.
“Now, hold on!”
The giant shouted urgently, but it was a useless cry that could not reach the opponent.
The young monk, whose face was already white, closed his eyes tightly and shouted.
“Amituofo!”
puck!
“tree!”
Quick!
“Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva!”
Crunchy!
“Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha!”
Bubber Bubbubuck!
Hit, break, hit where you hit again.
Every time the brilliantly shining rosary egg gushed out, blood gushed out.
Looking at the scene, I muttered like a moan.
“Oh my, Sibal… … “
That was the best expression I could do.
I fully expected that the monk would win from the first appearance, but I never imagined that he would be such a crazy person.
“Me, that.”
Jeokcheon-gang, who suddenly jumped up from his seat, opened his mouth.
“Arhat Fist!”
“As for Arhats, are they the 100 Eight Arhats of Shaolin Temple?”
“No, that’s right. Shaolin’s martial arts are certain.”
“… … that one?”
I turned my head again.
The young monk, now half-turned-eyed, was firing his final finish at the fallen giant.
“Aze-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-!!”
Barbababak!
A scene full of brutal violence and blood.
I barely opened my mouth, wiping the blood off my cheek.
“… … Hey there, Noah.”
“Tell me.”
“Is that a true Shaolin martial art?”
“… … for now.”
“But why can’t I feel the Buddha’s mercy, or anything like that?”
After a while, a short answer came out of Jeokcheongang’s mouth.
“Still, you didn’t kill yourself.”
That would be better than killing me.
However, I had to swallow the words that filled my throat.
Stumble, stumble.
Beads that swayed and made noise with every step, monk’s robes drenched in blood, and eyes shaking uneasy were coming towards me.
“Me, over there.”
“yes?”
“Excuse me, but may I ask what the donor’s name is?”
“Why, why?”
Unbeknownst to me, my voice trembled.
The young killer, or rather, the monk came closer to me with timid steps.
“Are you not the one who uses the surname Jinga…? … “
“sorry. You misunderstood the person.”
“right. This guy is Jin Tae-kyung.”
When the Jeokcheon River intervened, I immediately changed my words.
“that’s right. I played a little bit. Didn’t you feel bad?”
“Amitabha, could it be?”
Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to have upset the planting.
Unlike me, who glanced at the rosary with anxious eyes, there was a clear smile of joy on his lips.
If it weren’t for the droplets of blood splattering under his chin, he might have thought that this was Buddha’s smile.
“But why did you look for me?”
“Binseung was ordered to bring the owner of the star.”
what owner
Before he could ask again, Jeokcheongang suddenly opened his mouth.
“Do you know the Great Way?”
yes. He is my master.”
“… … Heh, it’s like a crazy nerd. Sitting and looking out a thousand miles is still the same.”
“If so, the donor must be the King of Fire, Jeokcheongang Daehyeop.”
“Did your teacher tell you that too?”
Jeokcheongang laughed at the sight of the young monk lowering his head in silence.
“I don’t need to talk too much. Guide me to Guengdao.”
When King Yeomra, wearing the mask of a monk, took the lead, the crowd split like the Red Sea.
Taking advantage of the moment of confusion, I asked Jeokcheongang in a small voice.
“Noya, who’s Goengdo?”
“Shaolin master.”
That alone is surprising, but Jeokcheongang’s words did not end there.
“In Murim, he is called the King of Law.”
“……!”
* * *
Anonymous.
That was the Dharma name of the young monk who introduced himself as a disciple of the Fa King Guengdao.
No, it couldn’t even be called a legal name.
Because the meaning itself has no name.
“Even though I’m old, I’m still the same. That’s the law name he gave to his disciple.”
When Jeokcheongang clicked his tongue, Moomyeong laughed shyly.
“Master gave it to me, so that’s my name and Dharma name.”
“From the looks of it, the old man doesn’t seem to have been an official disciple, do you have any regrets about that?”
“Isn’t it all heaven’s will?”
Seeing the nameless figure pointing to the sky and smiling brightly, Jeokcheongang shook his head.
“Even if you choose a disciple, what should I say?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Jeokcheongang’s voice continued.
“I picked an unusual guy.”
“Hehe, Amitabha. thank you.”
“……”
“……”
Do not laugh. that’s not a compliment And don’t do Amitabha either.
If you still close your eyes, the blood-soaked figure of an unknown person comes to mind in front of your eyes.
When you see a smiling face, there is no such thing as a living Buddha, but he was a strange guy who could turn a radius of 10 meters into a living hell with just a rosary ball inserted between his fingers.
‘This bastard is the scariest.’
From what I heard while traveling together for half a day, it was said that he was introverted by nature, so he couldn’t control himself once his eyes were blinded.
Jeokcheongang tilted his head several times and nodded roughly, but I thought differently.
I even know the exact name of his disease.
‘Anger control disorder.’
This is the level of a walking ticking time bomb.
That was also the reason why he tried to move behind the unknown as much as possible from earlier.
A master who suffers from anger control disorder might strangle me with a rosary for the rest of his life.
‘It’s absolutely impossible to choke one’s throat with a rosary… … ‘
Fortunately, it didn’t take too long to get from Luoyang to Songshan.
It was not only because of its geographical location, but also because the roads were well-maintained due to the large number of worshipers looking for Shaolin Temple.
As we approached the beginning of Songshan, we began to see a wooden building in the distance.
“Are you there?”
At my question, Jeokcheongang shook his head.
“Not yet. You have to climb halfway up Sosilbong Peak to get cloudy. Visitors who come without any particular purpose should stay only in the Jigaekdang.”
“You know well. Have you been here often?”
“I heard it often.”
“ah.”
Hey, the Shaolin master is your friend, is that a matter of course?
Jeokcheongang, who was climbing Sosilbong from his horse, suddenly opened his mouth.
“It’s still a lazy hobby. Do you still sleep at five o’clock a day?”
The next moment, an answer came out of nowhere from a flat rock far above.
It was a feeling of popularity that only a master at the level of Jeokcheongang could feel.
“hmm. It’s five o’clock. There were times like that.”
It was a voice resembling the sound of an old school bell. It was quiet but profound and had a deep resonance.
“Head of Shaolin is a very important position. I can’t sleep as well as I used to.”
“is it?”
“Nothing. It’s a responsibility that I can never feel like selling a good yeolhwamunju.”
Jeokcheongang and Hongdoo talked casually, as if they were talking to a friend they met yesterday.
“So, what time do you sleep?”
“Well, that’s why…”
shhh.
A black figure slowly fell from a flat rock tens of meters above.
Fa-king Hong Dao, who landed very slowly stepping on the air, smiled like a child.
“I can only sleep for four hours.”
“You’re lazy.”
A smile formed on the lips of the King of Fire, Jeokcheongang.