Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 322

Chung Myung is not caring.

“That sounds good, but in the end, it means that Mount Hua should come with their head down to Shaolin. Then you’ll throw us to Ten Great Sect. It’s this, right?”

“…….”

Bop Jeong’s face has become slightly more rigid.

Even though he was a man who never let his inner feelings show in any way, the comment was so audacious that he could not conceal his confusion.

Putting everything else aside, speaking in front of a Sect Leader from another sect requires more courage than a third-class follower of a single sect.

“Shaolin hasn’t changed at all.”

“…What does that mean?”

Bop Jeong inquired, and Chung Myung grinned rather than respond.

Harmony? Fighting?

It’s all nice, I guess.

Chung Myung was well aware that it wasn’t meant to be spoken maliciously. But the issue lay more in that.

‘These bastards think they’re leading the pack.’

They are Shaolin, thus it stands to reason that they are haughty.

“If you have no other business, go back.”

Bop Jeong’s face is stiff.

“Amitabha Buddha. I tried to put up with it because I came as a guest, but that’s not what third-class disciples can say. This monk is now in consultation with your Sect Leader…….”

“That’s not true.”

Hyun Jong was the one who interrupted him.

Bop Jeong, who was a little startled, looked at him. He was grinning with a new expression on his face.

“Anyone who belongs to Mount Hua can represent Mount Hua. That child’s will is my will, and that is also Mount Hua’s will.”

“……Sect Leader.”

Bop Jeong became silent for a brief period of time. Chung Myung then icily opened his mouth.

“Shaolin had always led Kangho. Fifty years ago, and a hundred years ago too.”

Bop Jeong’s face hardened cold when the word “a hundred years ago” came out.

“So, what did Shaolin do when Mount Hua was falling and going to ruin? What about the Shaolin who thanked Mount Hua a hundred years ago?”

“……Amitabha.”

“Go back.”

Heavy energy began to flow out of Chung Myung’s body.

“The only people who can speak of harmony are those who can do their duty and show their sincerity. Shaolin doesn’t deserve that.”

“Sodojang!”

“What Bangjang trying to protect is not the harmony in the world, but a peaceful Kangho where Shaolin’s position is unwavering. Well, I’m not saying that’s bad. As long as you’re the leader of Shaolin, of course, you should be. But.”

There was a chill in Chung Myung’s eyes.

“I’m not interested in the harmony that only stays with the mouth. Mount Hua don’t need another experience of being used however people liked and then thrown away after they’re done using us.”

Bop Jeong’s expression, looking at Chung Myung, looked completely blank.

“Does that mean that Mount Hua doesn’t care about the world?”

“Yes.”

“……What …….”

“To Mount Hua, who sacrificed everything for the world, what did the world do?”

“…….”

“Now, you must have thought that if you throw in a suitable bait, we will stick around again like a good dog… I’d like to say that you were too naive.”

“Do you know what happens to the challenger who couldn’t make it to the Ten Great Sect?”

“They’ll be attacked.”

Chung Myung smirked.

“But what about it? Was there any sect who tried to stop Southen Edge Sect when they were trampling and beating up Mount Hua?”

“That…….”

“Please be aware of it.”

Then, I hardened my mouth coldly and worked hard.

“When Mount Hua fell, the Ten Great Sect helped nothing. When Mount Hua regained its strength, the Ten Great Sect did nothing to help us. So we don’t need the help of the Ten Great Sect when Mount Hua reigns over the world again.”

“…….”

“If you think Mount Hua might be tempted by the name of the Ten Great Sect, I’ll say it’s a misunderstanding. Mount Hua is just Mount Hua! It’s enough in itself.”

His cold, transparent eyes pressed Bop Jeong.

‘You dogs.’

He has heard so many of these things.

‘Thanks to Mount Hua, Kangho was able to hold out.’

‘Mount Hua saved the lives of many people.’

Spirit.

Yes, spirit.

What happened to Mount Hua because of that fucking spirit?

At the peak of Hundred Thousand Mountain, when his Sahyung and Sajil perished, these dog-like creatures persisted and left a legacy of hope.

One hundred years later, Shaolin and the Ten Great Sect are still Shaolin and the Ten Great Sect, respectively, but Mount Hua is so badly damaged that they almost couldn’t even leave their name.

But what?

Harmony?

The hands of Chung Myung trembled.

He wants to pounce on Bop Jeong immediately and rip off that cunning snout if he has a second thoughts about it.

They still think they can use Mount Hua at will, even after 100 years.

They were duped at the moment even though they knew.

If no one stepped forward to take the reins, Kangho was actually in grave danger.

Even if the cost was high and the consequences were severe, they believed that being ruled by Kangho was a hundred times preferable to being ruled by Magyo.

– I don’t want you to understand. I just do what I have to do. Chung Myung. Profit is important, of course. But if you ignore what you must do by being blinded by profit, can you raise your head before your disciples?

‘Sahyung is wrong.’

In response, the Mount Hua ancestors could not stand in front of the disciples with their heads raised.

And those who engaged in that hypocrisy are still prospering.

Heaven Retribution? (인과응보(因果應報) /Karma, Causality.)

Heaven’s net is sparse, but it doesn’t omit anything? (天網恢恢疎而不失)

What a load of crap.

Heaven is useless. A sinner should be punished by that individual, who should also establish a cause and effect.

There is no waiting for Heaven Retribution for Chung Myung.

He will punish anyone who has offended Mount Hua personally and compensate anyone who has benefited from his kindness.

He uses his hands to accomplish it if Heaven doesn’t do it.

Chung Myung defends Mount Hua in this manner.

“Do you know what will happen because of your words now?”

“Are you threatening me?”

Bop Jeong sighed deeply. The face looked tired at first glance.

“You’re persecuting someone who came with good intentions.”

“Good intentions?”

Chung Myung grinned.

“Bangjang.”

“…….”

Chung Myung’s voice growled. It was like a wounded wolf.

“If you wanted to discuss even the slightest bit of goodwill, you should have apologized rather than made an offer.”

“…….”

“Of course it’s unfair. It’s not Bangjang’s fault. But if that’s unfair, you have to let go of what you’re enjoying in the name of Shaolin. Is it really Shaolin’s way to enjoy the effect he got from what they did and not know about the fault?”

Bop Jeong’s beard trembled.

It’s not that he didn’t think about it.

But he thought it wouldn’t be mentioned. Pointing out mistakes is also something a powerful person can do. He didn’t think Mount Hua had the power to confront Shaolin yet.

But the young Taoist revealed his teeth to him. A frightening sharp tooth too.

“Go back.”

“…….”

“Mount Hua has no intention of joining the order of Shaolin’s reorganization. Mount Hua will establish an order for Mount Hua.”

“Mount Hua doesn’t have the power.”

“It remains to be seen.”

Chung Myung’s face went back to its usual look. He looked at Hye Yeon sitting next to Bop Jeong and said,

“And tomorrow will be the place to prove it.”

Bop Jeong’s face, which had been shaking, was slightly heated up. He turned his head and looked at Hyun Jong.

“Is this child’s arrogant remarks really in the position of Mount Hua, Sect Leader?”

Hyun Jong smiled as if he was very embarrassed by the question.

“How can that be? It’s young’s remark, emotional, not looking back.”

“Then…….”

Just as Bop Jeong was about to continue his word, Hyun Jong continued in a calm voice.

“But is there anything wrong with the word?”

“…….”

The soft words left Bop Jeong speechless.

“Of course I want to stop him. Why don’t I want to do what Bangjang wants, when there’s so much to gain if I just bow my head and pretend everything didn’t happen?”

Hyun Jong smiled brightly.

“But, Bangjang, just like you are the Sect Leader of Shaolin, I’m also Mount Hua’s Sect Leader. Would you be able to be Mount Hua’s Sect Leader and tell the young disciple to suppress what is right and follow the benefits?”

“…….”

“Mount Hua is just Mount Hua. Whether we join the Ten Great Sect or not, Mount Hua is just Mount Hua. What’s so important about that kind of fighting? Mount Hua is only going down Mount Hua’s path.”

Bop Jeong gently closed his trembling eyes.

He can’t communicate with them.

‘I didn’t expect them to be so frustrated.’

At least he thought they knew the world, but they kicked Shaolin’s hand out of an obsession with petty past resentment.

“…I understood what Sect Leader means.”

Bop Jeong stood up without any further regrets. Then Hye Yeon, who had been listening to their conversation silently, stood up.

Bop Jeong turned around and said.

“No need to see us off. We’ll have a chance to talk again after the finals are over.”

“Bangjang.”

“Then.”

And he walked out of the room.

But unlike Bop Jeong, Hye Yeon stared at Chung Myung without moving.

Chung Myung raised his head and faced the gaze.

“What?”

“…Siju.” (It’s a unique way monk uses to call non-monks honorably)

Hye Yeon, who finally opened his mouth calmly, looked somewhat cold.

“I’m not saying that Siju is wrong. Everyone has their own will and can discuss it. But.”

Hye Yeon assumes a Half-Palm stance.

“It takes courtesy and consideration to convey own meaning. And Siju is rude a while ago.”

“…so?”

“It was said that rudeness comes from arrogance. So I’m going to try to suppress Siju’s arrogance a little tomorrow.”

“Hoh?”

‘Is this a provocation to beat you up like a dog tomorrow?’

Chung Myung stared at such Hye Yeon.

The indisputable anger was revealed in Hye Yeon’s face, which had always been timidly lowered. There was even an obvious hostility in his eyes.

As Mount Hua does for Chung Myung, Shaolin should be the most important place for Hye Yeon.

But since the precious Shaolin Bangjang was humiliated by Mount Hua’s third-class disciples, it was easy to guess how Hye Yeon felt.

Chung Myung grinned.

“Try it.”

“Amitabha!”

Hye Yeon chanted Buddha’s name in a strong tone and bit his lips slightly.

Then he turned around.

“You’d better come out prepared.”

At the end of the sentence, Hye Yeon, who was about to leaved the room, was called in a cold voice by Chung Myung.

“Hey.”

Then Hye Yeon looked back.

“Remember that.”

“What?”

“You say that you will press my arrogance.”

“…….”

“I’ll give it back literally.”

He soon went outside with his lips clenched tightly.

The two people left alone in the room looked at each other’s faces without saying a word.

“………umm.”

Chung Myung scratched his head while looking at Hyun Jongg’s face.

“Sect Leader, I’m…….”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s……I got worked up.”

“Didn’t I say it was fine?”

Hyun Jong smiled as he stopped Chung Myung, who was trying to apologize with an embarrassed face.

“Chung Myung.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“I felt one thing desperately when I saw the downfall of Mount Hua. Do you know what it is?”

“…I don’t know.”

“You have to have the strength to carry out your will. A will without power holds no meaning.”

Chung Myung nodded silently.

Hyun Jong asked him seriously.

“Can you prove your power? Can you make our will known to everyone in the world and carry it out?”

Chung Myung raised the corners of his mouth.

“That’s my specialty.”

It was a face full of confidence. Hyun Jong smiled quietly.

“Yes, that’s enough. Let’s show them. Mount Hua doesn’t need anyone’s help anymore.”

“Yes!”

Looking at Chung Myung nodding his head firmly, Hyun Jong gently closed his eyes.

‘Chung Myung.’

Where does this child’s sorrow come from?

Where else does this child’s anger come from?

The more he knows, the more he doesn’t understand.

‘You’ll tell me one day.’

One day, Chung Myung will talk about the sorrow in his heart.

When that day comes.

The strong scent of plum wine will vibrate in Mount Hua.

With a light smile and a faint sorrow.