◈ Mental education (1)
After passing the Jongnam faction’s training hall, Mujin was soon able to reach Munjujeon.
“I meet Jang Mun-in of Mujin Jongnam, the three greatest disciples of Shaolin.”
Mujin bowed as class president and looked at the figure of Jang Mun-in of the Jongnam faction.
If the shaman’s Jangmun-in, Yoongong Jin-in, had a vain feeling similar to Hyeon-gwang, Jongnam’s Jangmun-in was an old man with a somewhat upright feel.
‘It seems a little similar to Hyedam Sasukjo, doesn’t it?’
Although he wasn’t as big as Hyedam, the feeling was similar.
And Jang Mun-in, who received Mujin’s greeting, responded in a calm tone.
“I am Baekun, a long-time scholar of the Jongnam faction. Thank you for listening to our Jongnam’s request. Shaolin Shinryong Sohyeop. If so, are you planning to start the training tomorrow?”
“I plan to start training tomorrow, but before that, there is one condition.”
“A condition?”
Baekun Jinin’s white eyebrows twitched at Mujin’s bold request.
“yes. “I need an agreement not to interfere with my training for at least three months, until it is established.”
Before training, Mujin planned to heal the minds of the disciples of the Jongnam faction who were in a state similar to the defeat.
And for this to happen, it was necessary to prevent interference from Jongnam faction adults in advance.
Baekun Jin-in, who made eye contact with Mu-jin for a moment as if having a snowball fight, soon nodded.
“I guess so. “From the moment he called you here, he decided to leave it to you.”
“Thank you for your decision.”
Mujin, who once again showed his respect as class president, thought.
The minimum preparation is now complete.
* * *
Early morning the next day.
The three great disciples and two great disciples of the Jongnam sect gathered at the main banquet hall.
They have all already received their word. From today, you will be taught the external training method of Shaolin Shinryong.
Regarding that point, the disciples of the Jongnam Sect had a variety of thoughts.
A small number of students were happy to receive a special class from the best student in the world.
Another small number of disciples felt doubtful as to whether there was any need to learn the Shaolin Divine Dragon’s training method as disciples of the same Nine Waves and One Bang.
And most of the disciples were giving off an atmosphere that was extremely negative.
The suspicion is that Jongnam’s sword, which he has been training for so long, may actually be weak. The futility of spending time on something in vain.
In the meantime, we are now faced with the reality of having to learn external training methods by offering money to Shaolin.
Once released, negative thoughts spread rapidly, expanding defeatist thinking for a variety of reasons.
In front of the disciples of the Jongnam faction, Mujin appeared.
He had a black bandana tied around his head.
“Nice to meet you! The main monk is here to teach you the external training method from today. My name is Mujin, one of the three great disciples of Shaolin who came to visit the Great Jongnam Sect. And from today, I will lead the training. From this moment on, please call me ‘Instructor,’ not my Buddhist name or nickname.”
Yes.
Mujin’s idea of a way to fix a rotten mental state.
“And those next to me wearing red hoods, please call them ‘Assistant Teachers’ as of now.”
That is military-style education.
“From now on, please go to the teaching assistant, receive the number tag prepared for the convenience of training, and wear it.”
It was not ordinary training, but training that was a combination of special forces entrance exams and guerrilla training.
While they were dumbfounded, each Shaolin disciple followed Mujin’s instructions.
No, the disciples of the Jongnam faction who received jackets with numbers written on them from their instructors wore them over their jackets.
Even if we exclude the injured, the number of the second and third greatest disciples of the Chongnan sect is close to two hundred.
As these people moved around, the main training ground could not help but become bustling. And by the time everyone wore clothes with numbers on them.
Mujin opened his mouth in a stern voice.
“Before we begin training, let me say one more thing. This instructor came here with joy at the thought of being able to see disciples of the ‘great’ Jongnam faction, which belongs to the old faction. And yesterday and today.”
After speaking up to that point, Mujin takes a deep breath and adds.
“This instructor was disappointed.”
It was Mujin who was casting disappointment, one of the most important routines of a military leader.
While Jongnam’s disciples were confused because they could not understand the situation, Mujin continued speaking.
“Seeing how you all looked like defeated soldiers from yesterday! And just a moment ago, his movements were like that of a ragtag group, unbecoming of a disciple of a famous sect! This instructor was disappointed! So, starting today, let’s first fix that rotten mental state. Do you understand?”
The Jongnam faction disciples begin to murmur at Mujin’s unconventional remarks.
Others cast their gaze towards the Jongnam faction adults around them.
It was a question of whether this was the right situation.
Baekun Jinin, a member of the Jongnam faction, who was watching the shocking remark, also found his face turning red.
However, he did not come forward.
It was partly because of his pact with Mujin, and partly because his face was not red because of Mujin’s insults.
Mu-jin was not insulting Jong-nam, but was scolding Jong-nam’s disciples who were not worthy of being monks.
When the adults of Jongnam did not come forward, one of the disciples of the Jongnam sect finally opened his mouth.
“How dare you insult our Jongnam faction!”
“Insults are what you are doing now! And if you think I’m wrong, why don’t you prove it now?”
Mujin, who refuted the other person’s words, suddenly thrust a gong forward.
“From now on, any trainee who cannot endure the training I am conducting can come forward and hit this gong! Doesn’t suit the ‘large’ Jongnam faction! What a bastard! Come out, hit the gong and leave! Do you understand?”
Mujin continued to provoke the Jongnam faction disciples.
And as Mujin’s words continue, the mood of the depressed Jongnam faction disciples changes.
He started glaring at Mujin with fire in his eyes, as if he had met an enemy.
On the contrary, Mujin added with a grin, as if he liked that angry look.
“But, if there is someone who can endure my training to the end! “At that time, I will personally apologize to them.”
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After a brief greeting, Mujin began training in earnest.
“The training starting now is external training!! The use of internal energy is prohibited! Anyone who uses internal energy because they are unable to withstand training is admitting that they are a failure! Do you understand?”
“I understand!”
“joy! With that said, aren’t you trying to make me practice something I can’t do on my own?”
In response to the chaotic answers coming from all over the place, Mujin frowned slightly and shouted.
“I will also participate in the training, even if it is just for demonstration purposes. and! From now on, the only answer during training will be ‘Evil!’ No questions will be asked once the training begins! Do you understand?”
“I understand!”
“After the start of training, we said we would be unified as ‘Evil!’!! Do the disciples of the Great Zhongnan Sect not even understand this much? “Once again, do you understand?”
“evil!!”
“big! Disciples of the Jongnam faction!! Is this the only voice that comes out? “Do you know!”
“evil!!!”
In an instant, the disciples of the Jongnam faction. No, Mujin took control of the trainees and continued the training.
The beginning was similar to PT gymnastics.
However, Mujin modified some of the PT exercises he learned in the military and turned them into bodyweight exercises that are good for muscle training.
Still, since this is external training in its own way, shouldn’t you perform movements that are good for your muscles?
Of course, there were some movements that were not changed. Typically.
“Ready to move eight times!!”
“evil!!”
“From now on, repeat the eight movements fifteen times! The last slogan is not shouted! If any trainee shouts, we will start again from the beginning! “Do you know!”
“evil!!”
“Eight movements, fifteen repetitions! several times?”
“Fifteen times!!”
“Episode thirteen! practice!”
At Mujin’s shout, the Jongnam faction disciples repeat the movement eight times with evil faces.
Even while Mujin was making movements for the demonstration, he kept his head upright and was observing the trainees’ movements.
And by the time we finish the last thirteenth episode.
“Thirteen!!”
Someone ended up shouting out the last number.
“Trainee number 57! “I’m out of it!!”
“evil!!!”
“Now let’s start doing the eight movements again!”
At Mujin’s shout, the eyes of several Jongnam sect disciples turn to trainee No. 57, who was excluded.
“I won’t look away!! Are the people who claim to be disciples of the Great Chongnam Sect now, like the despicable Sect bastards, trying to blame the death penalty? “Isn’t it the way to be a disciple of a famous sect, to embrace the mistakes of the death penalty and overcome them together?”
“evil!!”
“Let’s start again eight times!! This is the 20th episode!! several times!!”
“Twenty times!!”
“Episode twenty-two! practice!”
How long did the evil training continue?
No matter how well they learned martial arts, in the end, they placed more emphasis on internal skills than external skills, so as training continued, their physical strength and muscles began to reach their limits one by one.
And whenever someone’s movements stopped, Mujin’s shout of fire always came out.
“Is this the level of the disciples of the Great Jongnam Sect!!”
“The skills and perseverance of the people who have trained in the Jongnam School for decades!! “Is this all there is to it!”
“If you can’t stand this much, you can stand up and raise the gong right now! “Do you know!”
Every time Mujin erupted in an angry cry mixed with personal insults and provocations, sparks flew in the eyes of the trainees who were thinking about giving up.
That’s when the trainees tenaciously endured the two sessions of training.
They all looked like corpses, their arms and legs shaking.
“Afternoon training will be held after meals.”
Mugungi, who was watching Mujin announce the end of training, suddenly scratches her arm.
“Where does it tickle?”
In response to Mugung’s question, who was serving as an assistant along with Mugung, Mugung shook her head.
“no. “I got goosebumps.”
“You mean creepy?”
“okay. That guy, now that I see it, he was doing it to help us, right?”
“ah… … .”
At Mugung’s words, only then did Mugung realize the truth and goosebumps appeared all over her body.
There was a time in Shaolin where things like that happened, but they never used such double insults and personal insults.
They say that even tigers come when they say so, and as they were talking about Mujin, Mujin approached them.
“What are you doing?”
“What are you doing?”
“If you only do cardio, you will lose muscle. “Now we should start exercising too.”
“… … what?”
Mugung asked back with a puzzled expression on his face, but it had no effect on Mujin.
Although he exercised with the disciples of the Jongnam faction during the two trials, that level of bodyweight exercise was nothing more than ‘aerobic’ exercise to Mujin.
An exercise that doesn’t work your muscles and just burns calories. Unless you were trying to lose weight, it was actually a poisonous practice.
“Give me some water.”
“uh. here?”
While Mugung was in a daze, he held out a gourd filled with water, and Mujin sprinkled some additional protein supplements he had obtained at the request of Sicheondangga and drank it.
“Wow. “No matter when I eat it, it tastes like dog shit.”
‘Then don’t eat it.’ Putting Mugung and Mu-gyeong’s doubts aside, Mu-jin began working out in earnest.
* * *
Meanwhile.
One of the disciples of the Jongnam faction who was slandered by Mujin and ended up in a state of disrepair after beating the two Sijin.
While Yi Dae disciple Byeok-hwan (碧環) was moving to eat, he unconsciously turned his head back.
Maybe it’s because of the anger towards Mujin, ‘What is that damn guy doing?’ It may have been that I was looking back with the same feeling.
And what he saw reflected in his eyes was Mujin lifting a huge piece of iron in the center of the grand performance hall.
After two hours of hellish training with them, you’re holding such an ignorant piece of metal all by yourself?
“… … crazy.”
The exclamation that was unbecoming of a Taoist monk was not Byeok-hwan’s.
Likewise, it was just an exclamation uttered by one of those who looked back without much thought.
Perhaps because of his voice, more and more people turned their eyes to look at Mujin.
“… … Doesn’t it just look bigger on the outside?”
There were voices of doubt, but those doubts were soon shattered into vain.
thud!!
Mujin gently put down the piece of iron, but a heavy vibration rang out.
After that, Mujin continued to ignorantly pick up and place large, heavy pieces of metal.
At some point, the disciples of the Jongnam faction stopped and just watched the scene.
The sightseeing continued like that for a while.
After finishing ironing, Mujin took the stance of taking power.
And the moment Mujin raised his fist.
bang!!!
From his fist, something of destructive energy spewed out.
‘… … How can you carelessly show such a seasonal festival to disciples of another sect?’
Let that thought come to mind for a moment. Byeok-hwan realized something and shook his head.
It wasn’t something I showed carelessly. The mindset is that it doesn’t matter if you show it.
‘… … Even if you know it, you have confidence that you can’t stop it!’
So, what should I do as a disciple of the Jongnam faction?
The martial arts of the Jongnam faction have spread throughout the world and are no longer effective?
‘Even if you know it, it’s enough to make it impenetrable… … .’
It was Byeok-hwan who realized that he, who had fallen into pessimism, was as pitiful as Mu-jin said.
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