Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 262

“Hnng.”

Hyun Jong pressed his brow as if in distress.

Then he screamed with his ax eyes open.

“Can’t you raise your arms straight!?”

Chung Myung raised his arm, which had been gently lowered.

He was punished for kneeling and raising his arms in one of Zhongyue Inn’s corners.

“Hey, you punk! How can you not endure that moment and cause an accident!”

“No… those bastards swore at Mount Hua first!”

“This guy still!”

“Chet!”

“Keeung!” 

When Hyun Jong collapsed after grabbing the back of his neck, Hyun Sang rushed to his aid.

“Are you all right, Sect Leader?”

“Ugh……. It seems like life span is dwindling.”

Hyun Sang looked worriedly at Hyun Jong, but Hyun Young, who was watching the scene from the side, was upset.

“You’ve improved a lot as you rejuvenated, so you can decrease it a little. Why else would you starve your child? Rather than that, why do you starve the child? Even if you punish him, you have to feed him. Chung Myung-ah, get up. Eat!”

Then Hyun Jong raised his voice once more.

“I’m punishing him right now….!”

But Hyun Jong froze and stopped speaking.

It was because Hyun Young had bloodshot eyes when he looked at him.

That’s… … Isn’t it strong enough to eat people?

“Sect Leader.”

“……huh?”

The gloomy voice elicited a trembling response from Hyun Jong.

“Did you forget? The sect ran out of grain, the memories of hunting wild animals and digging up tree roots with the children?”

“……No, I didn’t forget.”

“Do you know what I made up my mind when Mount Hua, which I was so proud of as a prestigious sect, was digging for roots because it had nothing to eat?”

“I-I don’t know?”

Hyun Young said, clenching his teeth.

“I promised myself that if I could make a living later, I wouldn’t starve the children even if I was going to die. It’s good to punish them, but I hope you don’t make them skip their meals. Do you understand me?”

“……Yes.”

Only then did Hyun Young, who had relaxed his face, return a big smile to Chung Myung.

“Chung Myung-ah. Go and eat. Come on.”

“Yes!”

Chung Myung leapt to his feet and dashed to the meat-laden table. Hyun Jong grabbed his head in pain as he watched this.

‘In my previous life, what sin did I commit….?’

To have a Saje and a disciple like that.

He turned his head and looked at Hyun Young and Chung Myung with a deep sigh.

“Right……. Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had a hard time…….”

It was back then.

“Elders, can I order some alcohol?”

“Yes, yes! Help yourself! If you’re going to eat it, you should eat the best one!”

“Munch! Munch!”

“There you go! There you go! My child.”

Hyun Jong tightly closed his eyes.

Hyun Jong’s sadness stemmed from his inability to cover his ears.

‘Let’s give up caring.’

Looking at such things, at best, shortens the life he has extended.

Hyun Jong made a stiff face at the people in front of him.

His gaze was drawn to one of them.

Tears stream down his cheeks when he sees someone with torn lips and chestnut eyes.

“… I’m sorry.”

“N-No.”

Jo Malsaeng, who Chung Myung had excitedly beaten, waved his hands with an uneasy expression.

Mun Pyeong, the horse-like man sitting next to him, smiled bitterly as he opened his mouth.

“Don’t worry, Sect Leader. Isn’t Kangho the place where one has nothing to say even if their neck flies away when they get caught swearing a sect? Thank you for finishing it this way.”

“Ugh…… but still…”

“This friend must also learn something from this incident. I thought one day I should give him a good scolding because he usually talks so carelessly…….”

Mun Pyeong returned his gaze to Jo Malsaeng.

He only pouted, as if he had something to say.

“Tsk tsk.”

Mun Pyeong made a clicking motion with his tongue.

‘Right, I knew this was going to happen once.’

Above all, in Kangho, one must be cautious with one’s own mouth. Those who speak carelessly will undoubtedly offend someone.

Mount Hua is a Taoist temple with a righteous faction, so it ended up this way. If he had encountered a cruel man, he would have been cut off on the spot and would not have been able to make an excuse.

What is surprising is……

Mun Pyeong’s gaze shifted slightly. He could see Chung Myung drinking happily at the table.

‘Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.’

He heard the rumor but didn’t expect it to be that much.

In fact, unlike his light mouth, Jo Malsaeng, who is sitting next to him, is a person who is strong in his own way. But he was beaten without even attempting to resist.

A surprise assault?

‘No way.’

Martial artists’ surprise attacks aren’t ugly. Anyone who lives in Kangho should always be prepared for a surprise attack in the dark.

Jo Malsaeng is not a person who does not understand it, so he fails with his abilities.

‘Mount Hua has more skills than I’ve ever heard of.’

Perhaps Mount Hua will cause a storm during the Murim Competition.

‘It’s not just Mount Hua Divine Dragon.’

His gaze was drawn to Mount Hua’s disciples, who were eating meat alongside Chung Myung.

“Waiter! More meat here!”

“Dumplings, too!”

“Alcohol! Alcohoool…….”

Baek Chun’s eyes glowed, and the second-class disciple, who was shouting for alcohol, bowed deeply and hid.

“There’s always someone ends up overstepping.”

“… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry.”

“…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples literally devour the food.

Mun Pyeong eventually burst out laughing.

‘It’s not quite like the Mount Hua Sect I imagined…..’

It’s like…… when it comes to Mount Hua.

Instead of a slightly weaker Taoism tendency than Wudang, it felt like a group of swordsmen who took great pride in their swords. But, in his eyes, Mount Hua is now just……

“They’re like bandits.”

“Yes, band……. shut your mouth!”

“…….”

Because of Mun Pyeong’s yelling, Jo Malsaeng, who had spoken with a pouty mouth, kept his mouth shut.

‘Of course, they appear to be a real bandit.’

Unfortunately, they aren’t dressed in animal skins but in a high-quality uniform that makes them appear more refined than a bandit.

If the clothes are removed, they are simply bandits on their way to rob the village.

Mun Pyeong would have doubted whether these were Mount Hua Sect if it hadn’t been for the plum blossom-engraved swords hanging from their waists.

“Keuhum.”

Mun Pyeong, who had coughed in vain, inquired of Hyun Jong.

“Then are you on your way to attend the Murim Competition?”

“That’s right. I sent the child first to order a meal in advance, and I didn’t expect this to happen in the meantime….. I’m ashamed of myself.”

Munpyeong held the complaint when Hyun Jong was at a loss for what to do.

‘This man is naive and unsuited to his position.’

They would have tried to indict Jo Malsaeng for ignoring his sect as soon as he heard about the situation if it had been the Sect Leader of another sect.

Mount Hua Divine Dragon, who sentenced him, is more likely to be rewarded than punished.

But he’s so sorry.

‘With the Sect Leader, who is like a Taoist…’… .’

Mun Pyeong smiled as he looked over at Mount Hua’s disciples.

‘It’s a completely different combination of disciples. I wonder what the hell this sect will look like.’

He lowered his posture even more.

“Sect Leader. we are very sorry if you are in such trouble even though we have committed a crime. I will apologize on behalf of this person, so please understand with a broad mind.”

“How could cursing the country in places where there is no one be a sin?”

“I swear where I am, but if I swear where I am, my throat will run away.”

“Well.”

Munpyeong beamingly smiled.

“I and this talkative friends often called “Masoigaek (마서이객(馬鼠二客)).” in Kangho. We’re quick to hear news from Kangho, so we will tell you when we hear a secret story about the Murim Competition to repay his sins.”

“I’d appreciate it if you could.”

Mun Pyeong finished the conversation with a bright smile.

“If you allow us, we’ll be on our way now.”

“Weren’t you staying here?”

“No, we just stopping by.”

He had intended to stay here today, but when the situation arose, he had no face to take up the seat and sit down.

When Mun Pyeong gave him a disapproving look, Jo Malsaeng sighed and rose from his seat.

“I’m so sorry again, Sect Leader. I’ll be right…….”

“No. It’s really fine.”

“I will surely repay this favor.”

Jo Malsaeng turned around with an awkward expression after taking a deep breath. Mun Pyeong trailed behind him.

“Keung…….”

When the situation was finally resolved, Hyun Jong sighed and returned his gaze to the Elders.

“I’m worried.”

“What do you mean?”

“He is already making trouble like that… I wonder if it’ll be quiet in Seongsan.”

When Hyun Young heard that, he smirked.

“So what if there an accident?”

“Yes?”

Hyun Young’s expression darkened slightly.

“When a weak man makes an accident, it’s an accident, but when a powerful man makes an accident, it’s a spirit. How many times have Shaolin and shamans been involved in other people’s affairs and made a mess? What did the strong people say every time? Didn’t they say it is a spirit and made agreement?”

“Um.”

“Leave him alone. After we die, they’ll have to lead Mount Hua. It’s not a good idea to make them blindly conform to our norm.”

“…Leave that Chung Myung alone?”

Hyun Young returned his gaze in response to Hyun Jong’s words.

“Argh!”

Jo Gol, who was after his meat, was brutally stabbed by Chung Myung.

“…I think he should be a little restrained.”

“Keung.”

‘I’m worried. I’m worried.’

Despite Hyun Jong’s fears, the Mount Hua group’s journey went smoothly.

Of course, Chung Myung did something ridiculous in the middle, but thanks to Baek Chun’s response and Hyun Young’s mediation, which is now chronic, nothing major happened.

Several days later.

The disciples of Mount Hua arrived at the base of Seongsan Mountain.

“Oh!”

“Seongsan!”

Mount Hua’s disciples exclaim in awe when they see Seongsan Mountain.

Although it is not the most famous mountain in the world, Seongsan Mountain is the most famous mountain in Kangho.

The reason is straightforward.

Because Shaolin Temple is located on this mountain.

Thousand Years Shaolin. (천년소림(千年小林).)

This Buddhist sect, named Shaolin because it is located at Sosil Peak (소실봉(少室峰)) of Seongsan Mountain, has led (I think it is as in powerhouse.) Kangho for many years.

Everyone’s hearts were excited as they arrived to see Shaolin, whom they had always heard about.

“Doesn’t the mountain look like something?”

“All mountains are the same. What does it look like?”

“No, but it feels very different from Mount Hua; whereas Mount Hua is lofty and elevated, Seongsan is soft and gentle, and it feels warm enough to embrace everything.”

That alone was enough to change the mood of Mount Hua’s disciples.

Besides…

“How come there are so many people?”

“I don’t think they are a martial artist.”

The road to Sosil Peak was clogged with people and merchants who started a war with flowers.

This alone was like a different world for the disciples, who had always been accustomed to the secluded and quiet Mount Hua.

Yoon Jong then inquired, puzzled.

“Does Seongsan always have this many visitors, Elders?”

“Um, well. It’s the first time I’ve been to Seongsan myself.”

The Elders couldn’t have been much different; both the disciples and the Elders had been tethered to Mount Hua their entire lives.

They were already feeling a little overwhelmed when they realized Shaolin’s status.

It was back then.

“It’s not usually like this. Maybe it’s because there are a lot of people who came to see the competition.”

“Really?”

Yoon Jong returned his gaze to Chung Myung, who had responded.

“But how do you know?”

“…uh. I’ve been here before when I was a beggar.”

“Is there anything to eat in the mountains?”

“I’m here to eat temple food.”

“…….”

Chung Myung looked around the crowd and said casually.

“Mount Hua used to be like this.”

“Um.”

The low voice, which seemed to say nothing special, reached the disciple of Mount Hua.

In a calm voice, Baek Chun said.

“Sect Leader.”

“Hm?”

“Will Mount Hua be crowded with people after this Murim Competition?”

Hyun Jong beamingly smiled.

“Of course it should be.”

“Yes, then……..”

Chung Myung stretched out.

“Let’s go take a look at how great these elite sects are.”

The Elders nodded in agreement.

At the same time, a thought occurred to them.

Of course, this is their first proper exposure to a prestigious sect.

But.

‘It’s also their first time.’

Going through someone like Chung Myung.

In that light, it was the Elders who regarded them as pitiful.

“All right, let’s go!”

“Yes!”

With a determined look in their eyes, Mount Hua’s disciples began climbing Seongsan Mountain.

‘Shaolin.’

Chung Myung, who was following them from behind, rolled up the corners of his mouth slightly.

‘You think the Murim Competition is over.’

‘This Murim Competition will only be for Mount Hua.’

Because Chung Myung will see to it that way.