“Hehe. Right? As expected, Bangjang understands us well!”
“Bangjang!” (Like yasugung ju and tang gaju, I will use bangjang to refer bop jeong.)
“How come….”
Shaolin’s monk looked surprised at Bop Jeong.
Bop Jeong, on the other hand, asked softly.
“Is there anything wrong with Sodojang’s statement?”
“……they insulted Shaolin!”
“It wasn’t Shaolin who was insulted. Wasn’t it your little pride?”
“…….”
Bop Jeong gave a slight shake of his head.
“Sodojang is right. The reason why the disciples of other sects are gathered here is to fight each other. How can we blame them if the timing and method were not what we wanted?”
“But weren’t the disciples of Hainan gotten hurt?”
Chung Myung smirks at Gong Hwa’s words.
“No, then Hainan Sect should argue directly, I don’t know why Great Monk is angry. Hainan is not even a sect of Shaolin. Does Hainan Sect don’t even have a word to say?”
“…….”
Gong Hwa was so taken aback that he forgot to blink and instead looked at Chung Myung.
‘What kind of man is he?’
Everyone around them heard that.
So, from now on, if Shaolin blames Mount Hua for protecting Hainan, the Hainan Sect will be seen as incapable of dealing with such problems and will be reduced to the status of an eight-year-old who borrows Shaolin’s hand.
Even if it’s not true, how could a rogue who enjoys making up words overlook such tasty prey?
Gong Hwa suppressed his rage as he looked at Chung Myung, who had driven the situation this far with just a few words.
Unfortunately for him, Chung Myung’s words are not yet over.
“N-No. Since we’re talking about it, let’s ask them ourselves. Hey, you guys!”
“…….”
Chung Myung turned to face the disciples of the Hainan Sect. Everyone then flinched reflexively.
“Are you going to take revenge after being beaten offstage with your own hands, or are you going to whine to Shaolin to beat us because you’ve been beaten?”
The faces of the Hainan disciples turned white.
If he continues to speak in this manner, there is only one possible response.
It is preferable to be beaten and to be a weakling who plans for the future than to be the little man who leaves his vengeance on others.
Those claiming to be followers of a prestigious sect… … . No, it is a very natural choice for Kangho residents.
“O-Of course we’ll take revenge with our hands!”
“If only I had a sword, things like you are nothing!”
“You’d better be prepared! I’ll never let you off the hook!”
Chung Myung stares at Gong Hwa once more, his eyes wide open.
“Heard that clear?”
“…….”
Gong Hwa became a mute after eating honey as a result of this.
Shaolin has nothing to say if the person in question behaves in this manner.
Chung Myung stated matter-of-factly.
“When kids play, they can have a fist fight, and then they’ll get some nosebleeds. It’s not a big deal. Don’t just ask the Sect Leader to come out…When did Shaolin become like this? Isn’t it so? Jangmun Bangjang?
“Hoho. It’s not incorrect.”
“Bangjang!”
Gong Hwa called out to Bop Jeong anxiously, his face is indignant.
However, when he saw a soft smile on his face, he couldn’t help but lower his head without saying anything.
“Let me clear Shaolin’s position.”
Bop Jeong returned Hyun Jong’s gaze and said,
“While the fight in Shaolin’s precinct is unquestionably wrong, the people who gathered for the Sparring Competition are bound to be nervous.” It is Shaolin’s responsibility to care for them, so I apologize to Hainan Sect and Mount Hua Sect in Shaolin’s name.”
Bop Jeong bowed deeply and clasped his hand.
Hyun Jong freaked out, and Hainan’s disciples froze and were at a loss for words.
“Please do not do this, Jangmun Bangjang!” If Bangjang is like this, I don’t know where to put myself.”
Bop Jeong smiles softly once more.
“The kites built up by each sect can be unraveled at the Sparring Competition. Even if it does not, Shaolin will no longer be involved because this is a matter for each sect to resolve.”
“Um.”
Hyun Jong exhaled a sigh.
“However.”
Bop Jeong alternates between looking at both sides and speaking.
“If something like this keeps happening ahead of the Sparring Competition, everyone will inevitably become fierce, so I ask that everyone show behavior that suits their status and dignity.”
“I’m sorry……..”
Bop Jeong lightly clasped his hands together.
“Sure.”
Shaolin monks who were staring at Mount Hua quickly followed him as he turned around and walked slowly.
“It’s Shaolin indeed.”
“That’s great!”
Those who were watching the neat handling nodded.
In any case, everyone was relieved that the situation had been resolved without incident; if it had spread so widely, wouldn’t they have been in a situation where they didn’t know how big it would become?
“Shaolin is Shaolin after all, huh?
”
Chung Myung smiled and murmured.
‘Anyway, it went well…..’
Pok!
Someone placed a hand on Chung Myung’s shoulder at that precise moment.
Chung Myung turned his head slowly.
Flinch.
And he noticed it.
Hyun Jong was wearing an expression he’d never seen before.
“…Follow me.”
“…….”
‘…… That’s strange.’
‘This is the Shaolin Temple; why is Asura here?’
‘Hoho…’
Gong Hwa, who was slowly following Bop Jeong to the right, opened his mouth in a dissatisfied tone.
“Why do you handle things like this, Bangjang?”
The other monks couldn’t hide the displeasure on their faces, and they were probably thinking the same thing.
“They insulted Shaolin. I can’t believe those kids are fighting in Shaolin’s territory. Isn’t this an outright insult to Shaolin? ”
“They should have been punished!”
Bop Jeong’s expression gradually changed.
He didn’t have that soft face; he spoke coldly, with majesty worthy of the head of the Thousand Years Shaolin.
“Did you mean that I should have said that it’s okay to use a sword in front of so many people with Shaolin’s permission, but punching without permission is a sin?”
”
“Tha- That’s….”
“Well.”
“Foolish, truly foolish. I can’t believe you can’t even match that kid’s heartbeat.”
Bop Jeong expressed his displeasure in a low-key manner.
‘It was sharp as a blade.’
The playful words concealed a sharp blade.
‘What if I didn’t show up?’
Gong Hwa most likely sent them away; if so, he would have been able to catch him gently, but…
‘It would have been widely publicized that Shaolin persecuted other sects by claiming their authority.’
He had already warned the Mount Hua writer.
It is said that envious eyes will undoubtedly follow a growing sect.
Shaolin is the most sought-after sect in the world, literally.
This would have been a good opportunity for those who were ready to bite Shaolin’s art at every opportunity, and Shaolin would have earned the reputation of a hypocrite in exchange for capturing those who could not be properly punished.
“Hoho.”
Bop Jeong gave a low smile.
‘Does this mean he saw this far and created such a situation? That little boy?’
He opened his mouth after a brief moment of thought.
“Gong Hwa.”
“Yes, Bangjang.”
“Do you know anything about that Chung Myung child?”
“Um.”
The answer came from monks other than Gong Hwa.
“Mount Hua’s Chung Myung would be Mount Hua Divine Dragon, which is called the world’s most powerful rising star in Kangho.”
“Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”
“Yes, I heard he beat Jin Geum Ryong of Southern Edge Sect and won a match against Wudang. If include rumors that have yet to be verified, he has won against Mu Jin of Wudang in a secret fight and the sparring against Tang Gaju of the Sichuan Tang Family…….”
“How dare you tell such nonsense to Jangmun Bangjang!”
“… I’m sorry.”
The speaker flinched and closed his mouth at Gong Hwa’s reprimand.
“Even if you say the name of Mu Jin from Wudang, the head of the Sichuan Tang Family is going overboard!”
“It’s just a rumor…….”
“Stop.”
Bop Jeong stopped the conversation between the two.
‘Mount Hua Divine Dragon.’
The name sticks firmly in Bop Jeong’s mind.
“I heard that Mount Hua are in good spirits these days, and there’s a kid like that on top of that. He is certainly a great figure. With a child like that, of course, the children around him will be attracted.”
“…Although it was the result of fighting without lifting a sword, the unilateral defeat of Hainan’s disciples is an indisputable result. Maybe…….”
Gong Hwa blurs at the end of his speech.
Bop Jeong knew what he was trying to say, even if he didn’t hear it out.
‘Maybe difficult things will happen to Shaolin, too.’
Perhaps Gong Hwa wanted to tell about Shaolin and Ten Great Sect’s events when they expelled Mount Hua.
Mount Hua would of course have a grudge against the Ten Great Sect.
However, if such a position of Mount Hua rises and threatens the Ten Great Sect, there will be the talk of a comeback.
That’s something no one wants, and no one is comfortable with.
But…….
Bop Jeong looked back unknowingly. Far away he can see the disciples of Mount Hua.
‘Mount Hua.’
His sides sting.
Gong Hwa was worried about it, but it was only a small thing for Bop Jeong.
Rather deeper.
The previous original sin weighs on Bop Jeong.
“How long do we have to keep our palms open to cover the sky?”
“Jangmun Bangjang”?
“No, it’s nothing.”
Bop Jeong shook his head.
‘It’s a thing of the past.’
It’s not even his time, it’s a few generations ago.
“Gong Hwa.”
“Yes, Bangjang.”
“Don’t take your eyes off Mount Hua and that kid named Mount Hua Divine Dragon.”
“I will.”
“Let’s go.”
Bop Jeong hastened his feet a little.
But his steps, unlike a while ago, left a heavier footprint.
* * *
“…….”
“…….”
There are so many words in the world that can weigh on people.
But now Chung Myung is learning something new fact.
‘I think it would be better to talk.’
Hyun Jong is sitting in front of him for three steps while he is on his knees.
Hyun Jong didn’t say a word and just stared at them as soon as he arrived. And that’s been going on all this time.
Thanks to this, Chung Myung is Chung Myung, but the other disciples are almost on the verge of fainting.
Baek Chun’s back was soaked in sweat.
‘You’d rather beat us up, Sect Leader!’
‘I’d rather be beaten by Chung Myung.’
‘Sca-Scary….’
They’ve been doing that for a long time.
Hyun Jong, who was staring at Chung Myung’s group without saying a word, finally twisted his mouth and spoke.
“I…….”
“…….”
“I won’t ask for anything but to please just don’t make an accident…….”
“…….”
“I just asked for one thing and left for a while.”
Blue light flashed within Hyun Jong’s eyes.
Chung Myung grinned at the sight.
‘You’re just a human, a human.’
When he first saw Hyun Jong, he was a kind and gentle man, but in his eyes, Hyun Jong now knows how to live like that.
“You can’t help but get into trouble! Hey, you punks! Arghhh!”
In the end, Hyun Jong lashed in with foam in his mouth.
But his will was not fulfilled because the Elders grabbed his arms from both sides.
“Calm down, Jang Moon in!”
“Oh ho. Why are you so angry? Take a deep breath. Deep breath. Huup, haaa!”
“What kind of a deep breath is that?”
“Wa-Wasn’t it like that?”
“Arghhh! You punk! You damn punk!”
Hyun Jong kicks Chung Myung. However, his feet were only wagging pitifully in the air thanks to the Elder’s tight grip.
“Nowhere else! In Shaolin! In this Shaoliiiin! I can’t carry my face around because I’m ashamed! Ashamed!”
“Huh?”
Then Chung Myung tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.
“Isn’t that a bit strange? We beat the kids of Hainan Sect, and I think it’s something we should be proud of! Now, please give your shoulders some strength…!”
“Arghhh!”
Hyun Jong finally took off his shoes and threw them at Chung Myung. Chung Myung sneaked away from the flying shoes and laughed.
“Hehe. You don’t have to compliment me like that. As a disciple, I did what I deserved.”
“Get ouuuuut!”
“Really?”
“N-No! Don’t go out! No, don’t ever go out! Don’t go anywhere!”
Hyun Jong pulled out his hair with a blue face.
“Hngg, we shouldn’t have come here. It’s the first day we come here. How can I handle what’s going to happen? Ancestor, dear ancestor, please give me strength.”
Chung Myung lifted his head slightly, looking at him praying toward the sky.
He doesn’t know if the ancestor they think is the same but…….
‘This is good enough, right?Cheon Mun Sahyung?’
– Please shut up that mouth.
‘Ei’
‘That’s harsh.’
‘Kikiki.’
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