Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 267

Shaolin monks discovered Mount Hua and Hainan’s disciples, who all stopped their hands simultaneously.

With an angry expression on his face, a Shaolin monk stood in the front and shouted.

“How dare you fight in the hall of the sacred Shaolin! How can you do this and ignore Shaolin?! Stop your hand right now. If you don’t, your sect will be charged guilty!”

“Tsk.”

“Ei.”

Mount Hua’s disciples pushed the Hainan Sect’s disciples away and retreated.

When a Shaolin monk saw it, he couldn’t help but become enraged and yell.

“State your affiliation!”

Mount Hua’s disciples paused and only looked around, while Baek Chun, who had groomed himself, stepped forward and surrendered.

“We are Mount Hua Sect disciples. Unintentionally…….”

“Mount Hua Sect?”

The old monk cut the word and came in before the words were finished.

“Where is the Sect Leader of Mount Hua Sect? I’ll hold him accountable for this!”

Baek Chun’s expression hardened.

There is no evidence that the accident occurred, but their reaction is more intense than he expected.

“Excellent Monk. We’re…….”

“No need to say! Where is the Sect Leader?”

The old monk’s face flushed.

“How did they manage the disciples that made the sects so brittle? Do you mean you can’t even deal with Mount Hua? What a weak sect….”

The old monk who had been speaking tilts his head.

“Weak…….Weak…….huh?”

His wrinkled eyes grew larger and larger.

He groaned when he saw those who had been sadly scattered after being hit with excitement.

“…Hainan?”

“…….”

“N-No. Is the Hainan Sect……weak? Huh?”

The befuddled gaze alternates between Mount Hua and Hainan.

The disciples of both sects then bowed their heads.

Everyone bowed their heads together, but the meaning was entirely different.

Mount Hua’s disciples resemble a child who has been caught picking on a friend…..

‘I’m going insane.’

‘How am I going to carry my face around now?’

The disciples of the Hainan Sect were blushing with embarrassment.

There are no excuses because the situation is so clear.

At this point, it would be more convenient to get beaten up.

Isn’t everyone in Shaolin going to know about this situation because Shaolin witnessed it?

“…The Hainan Sect………against Mount Hua? Hainan Sect?”

The old monk appeared perplexed, as if he couldn’t make sense of the situation in his head.

Hainan Sect what kind of place is it?

It is a prestigious sect that is one of the Ten Great Sects.

Of course, Hainan is the last place in the Ten Great Sect, but that is why the Ten Great Sect’s fame endures.

It is clear from the fact that every sect in the world is working hard right now to get to the bottom of such a group.

But this Hainan Sect…..

‘Are you defeated by Mount Hua?’

No, it’s not even a loss.

The pupils of Hainan’s disciples are dilated. Despite their best efforts, many people could not escape their predicament.

Mount Hua’s disciples, on the other hand, appear embarrassed but see no injuries.

‘Isn’t it natural for the two sects to face each other and the results to be reversed?’

It’s a conflict between Hainan, a member of the Ten Great Sect, and Mount Hua, which is now in decline and has only its name left.

If someone gathers Kangho people and makes a bet, the person who bets on Mount Hua will still sound insane.

But how did this outcome come about?

“Sahyung.”

“Um? Ummm? Oh, right.”

The old monk is taken aback.

‘Now is not the time to consider this.’

The important thing is that they fought in Shaolin’s place, not that Mount Hua won.

“Hmm.”

The old monk, who had roused the atmosphere by coughing loudly, now looks at Baek Chun with a determined expression.

“I’ll ask you once more. Where is the Sect Leader of Mount Hua now?”

It was just as Baek Chun sighed lowly and attempted to respond.

“Here I am.”

Those in the hall’s gazes all returned to the location where the sound was heard.

With a stiff face, Hyun Jong walked toward them.

Hyun Sang and Hyun Young came after him. Hyun Young appeared befuddled.

As soon as he saw Hyun Jong, the old monk bowed his head.

“Greeting, Mount Hua Sect Leader. My name is Gong Hwa (공화(空和)), and I belong to Shaolin’s Elder.”

“You were the Great Monk (대사셨구려) Gong Hwa. I’m Mount Hua’s Sect Leader Hyun Jong.”

“The word Great Monk is too much for me. Just call me Gong Hwa.”

With a heavy face, Hyun Jong nodded.

Normally, they would have exchanged blessings, but now it was best to keep a firm face and choose what to say.

Hyun Jong gently turned his head to face Mount Hua’s disciples.

The Mount Hua disciples’ heads then fell like lightning.

A pained sound came out of Hyun Jong’s mouth as he looked at the disciples desperately turning away from his gaze.

“Hngg.”

‘If you keep bowing down like that, you punk, you’re going to break your neck!’

‘How!’

It wasn’t a day, it wasn’t even a half-day; it was only a half-hour. How could they have had an accident if they could only withstand half an hour?

‘The dust wouldn’t have settled in the mess you threw in there!’

Hyun Jong is a man of conscience as well.

He threw these bandits into the middle of Shaolin, not expecting any mishaps.

But!

It’s only been half an hour, and they’ve already made such a quick, neat mess!

“Ugh.”

What can he do? This is the karma that comes with being the Sect Leader.

Hyun Jong sighed deeply and looked at Gong Hwa, embarrassed.

“I apologize. I will discipline my kids.”

“Sorry is not the end of it, Sect Leader.”

Gong Hwa abruptly hung up the phone.

“This is Shaolin, and they have sinned inside Shaolin. This is not a question of words. We must send them all to the Revelation Hall and be condemned.”

Hyun Jong’s face hardened in response to the unexpected words.

“Did you say Revelation Hall?”

“That’s right.”

“Isn’t Revelation Hall in charge of Shaolin’s punishment? But how do my disciples of Mount Hua have to be there?”

“That’s the law of Shaolin.”

Hyun Jong’s teeth were clenched.

“I can’t take that as the Sect Leader of Mount Hua Sect.”

“Sect Leader!”

Gong Hwa looked at Hyun Jong, surprised.

“Are you really sure being like this?”

“I don’t care what you say. I can’t send these children to Shaolin’s Revelation Hall.”

Gong Hwa’s beard shook.

“Are you trying to ignore Shaolin now?”

“I don’t know why it’s like that, but if this is a disregard against Shaolin, I’ll have to live with it.”

“Se-Sect Leader!”

Surprised Without realizing it, Hyun Sang exclaimed.

He can’t believe Hyun Jong isn’t backing down from Shaolin. Nothing like this was ever going to happen.

Gong Hwa was surprised by Hyun Jong’s remarks and couldn’t help but stare.

“……How can you go this far? It’s obvious that they’re at fault!”

“If my child has done something wrong, it is natural to punish them severely.”

“Then why?”

“But it is not Shaolin who determines what sin has been committed and what punishment corresponds to it, but me, the Sect Leader of Mount Hua! I don’t give Shaolin the disposition of my disciples.”

It was a strong word.

The disciples of Mount Hua look at Hyun Jong with trembling eyes.

They feel proud when they look at the confident back.

At the same time, they realized what they had done too late.

‘I should’ve held it in.’

‘Why is the heat (emotional) going up?’

While everyone was dying of guilt, Baek Chun, who was at the forefront, added even more weight.

He, who should have stopped the children, was rather raging.

‘I am solely responsible for this.’

Baek Chun decided so and looked up.

And waited until the conversation between the two Elder was somewhat finished.

“Are you sure you want to come out like this? If Mount Hua decided to protect them, Shaolin has no choice but to ask Mount Hua for responsibility.”

“Just as the fault of a child is the fault of the parents, the fault of the disciples is the fault of Mount Hua Sect. Of course it should be!”

“Hmm! Amitabha. If that’s the case…!”

It was a moment when Gong Hwa expressed disapproval and was about to shout coldly.

“By the way.”

“Huh?”

Gong Hwa and Hyun Jong’s heads turn to one place simultaneously.

One person is squatting down and looking their way.

Hyun Jong’s eyes trembled.

‘N-No!’

Chung Myung smiles slyly.

Really, like it’s funny.

Anxiety crept in. Hyun Jong, who thought he should run and cover his mouth right away, was about to take his foot off…….

Sreuk.

“Huh?”

Someone pulled his collar slightly.

When he turned around, Hyun Young was whispering and shaking his head.

‘Let’s leave it alone.’

‘But!’

‘Even if he caused an accident, isn’t he always solve it himself?’

‘Uh…’

Right, even if Chung Myung caused an accident, he’s sure to fix it…….

“Really?”

“…….”

‘Did he ever fix it?’

‘Really?’

Hyun Jong’s gaze vehemently turned to Chung Myung. But it’s already too late to shut him up.

“I’m asking because I don’t understand. Shi……. No, Monk.”

Gong Hwa’s eyebrows twitched.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Chung Myung.”

“Chung Myung? Are you Mount Hua’s third-class disciples?”

“Yes.”

Gong Hwa’s eyebrows twitched more intensely.

“Does Mount Hua’s young disciple know no manners or laws? How could a third-class disciple come forward while someone is talking with the Sect Leader?”

“Shaolin’s disciple is also talking to my Sect Leader. Why can’t I, the third-class disciple of Mount Hua, talk to Shaolin’s disciple?”

“…….”

Gong Hwa’s cheeks trembled.

If someone asked what the kid was talking about,

‘You’re not in a position to talk to our Sect Leader either, why are you abusing your power?’

That’s the answer.

‘That damned.’

Anger rose to the top of his head in an instant, but this is something he should never get angry about.

The fierce words he’s shown to Hyun Jong will come back as a knife when he gets angry.

“……right. What do you want to say?”

“So, again, I’m asking because I don’t understand anything after listening to it.”

“What don’t you understand?”

Chung Myung tilted his head.

“You’ve been talking about sin since earlier.”

“Huh?”

“What did we do wrong?”

“…….”

Gong Hwa’s eyes were colored with bewilderment.

“……what are you saying now?”

“What did we do wrong?”

Chung Myung asks as if he’s really curious. Seeing a face that is clear and pure without even a shred of sarcasm… ….

‘Annoying.’

‘I really want to beat him up.’

‘I’m sorry, monk.’

Instead, Mount Hua’s disciples were more upset than Gong Hwa.

‘Wha-What else is he trying to do?’

Confused Hyun Jong opened his mouth to fix the situation quickly, but unfortunately, Chung Myung was faster.

“He said that Revelation Hall would punish us, but in order to do so, you have to tell us what we have committed, aren’t there any justifications for sending us there?”

“You saying you are innocent?”

“Yes, I think.”

Gong Hwa screamed out loud.

“Is it no sin for fighting in Shaolin’s ground?”

“Is there any difference if it’s in Shaolin’s place?”

“What?”

Chung Myung even yawned and said casually.

“You’ve been saying Shaolin that and Shaolin this for a while. Is there anything special here? What’s the difference between sparring and fighting in Shaolin?”

“…….”

Gong Hwa shut up.

It’s different. Of course it’s different.

But it was something he could never say was different.

Especially in this situation…..

He glances around.

In no time, the crowd of spectators is waiting for his mouth to open. At such a time,

‘Of course, Shaolin’s precinct is a sacred place, so it cannot be compared to the marketplace.’

‘You want me to answer that?’

As a Buddhist, that’s something he should never say.

“Of course, Shaolin’s precinct is no different from the marketplace! But didn’t you fight on a large scale without permission?”

“Yes. So why is that wrong?”

“…What the hell are you talking about?”

“Tsk tsk. You really don’t understand.”

Chung Myung pulled himself up with a groan. Then he stretched out his waist.

“Shaolin called us here.”

“Yes, if you are invited, of course you have to be polite…..”

“Why did you call us?”

“…… hmm?”

“Why did you call us? Didn’t you call us to fight?”

Gong Hwa opened his mouth wide.

“N-No, that’s…….”

‘What the hell is this nonsense?’

“The reason we invited you is because of the Murim Competition…..”

“Yes, the Murim Competition. Isn’t that a fight?”

“…….”

Chung Myung grinned and said.

“The Murim Competition or something is the thing only the Sect Leader needs to participate in, but we came together to fight. So we fought, but I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss from a while ago that this is a big mistake.”

“How can it be the same as that! That’s if formal sparring, and it’s not a fight!”

“What’s the difference?”

Chung Myung pushed forward without giving any room to refute.

“Sparring is a fight with a sword, and it’s okay because Shaolin allowed it. We put down the sword and use our fists, but it doesn’t work because Shaolin didn’t allow it. This is what you’re talking about, right? Right?”

“Uh…….”

Gong Hwa shut up.

‘What does this make sense?’

It is absolute rubbish and sophistry.

But the bigger problem is that it’s not really that wrong.

Sparring is a battle in which casualties are prepared to occur. In a way, the result may be more disastrous than this gang fight.

In what words should the organizers of such a competition criticize the current fight?

“Amitabha, Amitabha!”

Gong Hwa chants Buddha’s name in frustration.

“Mount Hua’s disciples…….”

“Oh, wait a minute.”

Chung Myung cuts off Gong Hwa’s words again and slowly turns his head.