“Shaolin Temple is… … Lo, An Wu, Episode 514 Shaolin Temple, the North Head of Mount Tai in the world.
Whenever tribulation hit the midfield, they fought at the forefront. It was the same a thousand years ago, a hundred years ago, and the Great War of Jeongma that took place decades ago.
In return, he had to shed more blood than any other sect in Murim, but no one at Shaolin Temple regretted it.
Because it was the right thing to do. Because it was done for a brighter future than now, for a great cause.
And that was what a group of monks crossing the well-paved road also had in mind.
Hey profit!
The yellow robes worn by the monks fluttered in the strong wind.
Today was a clear spring day with not even a ray of wind blowing, but the speedy divine practice following the steps of the monks was enough to blow even the wind that had never existed.
“I can see the West Gorge.” Among the twenty monks of Shaolin Temple, the middle-aged monk nodded at the words of the most advanced monk among them.
“Fortunately, it won’t be too late.” “yes. The promised time is around the new hour, so there is still close to an hour left.” Although Seohyeop is a county with a large area, these monks have achieved considerable status. If you go to the ferry in Seohyeop in one hour, you can afford to move at your usual pace.
After finishing the calculations, the middle-aged monk waved the Seonjang in his hand.
Iron gruck.
The monks, who realized the meaning contained in it, stopped abruptly.
Being able to stop the speedy renewal method in an instant like this means that the aftermath of martial arts is quite deep.
The middle-aged monk looked at them with satisfaction and slowly turned around.
There, there was a person with a deep grip on the bamboo grain.
“Soon you will be on the main road. The civilians may become uneasy, so can we slow down from now on?”
At the words of the middle-aged monk who was extremely polite, his lips, which were firmly pressed under the bamboo ribs, fluttered.
“Please.”
His voice was so hoarse that he couldn’t guess his age. For a moment, sadness and pity passed over everyone’s faces, including the middle-aged monk.
“Thank you for your permission. buy??… Sook” And with that title still unaccustomed to it, it was the very moment when the middle-aged monks and monks, who had turned around, moved toward Seohyeop again.
Aaaaaagh!
人卜, it’s murder! A person, a person is dead!
Screams and cries echoed faintly in the distance.
Before the middle-aged monk with strong gong power could tell the other disciples about it, the man who had been using bamboo ribs suddenly opened his mouth.
“Anyway, I’ll have to hurry up.”
U shoo!
Twenty new birds flying through the wind.
The young warrior of the Black Dragon Demon Gate frowned at the fluttering yellow lyrics and the hard faces of many who quickly approached.
“It’s called Shaolin… … He is a tough opponent to face. Especially at a time like these days, when a simple ignorant subordinate killed a person in the middle of the roadside.
“Such an idiot.”
puck!
The eight-foot-tall giant Han, who had been beaten in the shin, let out a pained sound.
“Lord Somun. Belong, it hurts.”
“I hit you for that. I told you to be careful, how can you not be so careful?”
“That guy. He deserved to die.”
“Whoa, you’re a guy who can’t communicate at all. done. What should I do with spilled water?’ No matter what.” Hearing someone’s hard voice, the giant blinked his calf-like eyes.
“Lord Somun. belong no.”
“You don’t have to tell me. Because I already know.”
The young soldier with a smile on his lips turned around. Facing the stiff-faced middle-aged monk just five steps ahead, he took a punch.
“Meet the famous monks of Shaolin. In particular, I didn’t expect to see Master Jeongho so soon.”
Middle-aged monk Jeong-ho’s thick eyebrows twitched.
“I think you know the binseung. It just seems like a first meeting.”
“It’s the first time I’ve met, but I’ve heard the name well.”
“Binseung has nothing to do with prestige. He is not someone worthy of being called a great master.”
“also. Just like my father said, you are a humble person.”
“father?”
“I once told you about a great monk who had a really fiery personality in Shaolin, ah.
The young soldier’s gaze reached the captain in Jeong-ho’s hand.
“Of course, you also said that you treat a captain like a ghost. Unusually, a captain with lots of beads hanging from him.”
“… … Amitabha. I hope you have good eyesight.”
“I’m glad you were the one I thought of. If it wasn’t for that, I’d be pretty embarrassed.”
Jeong-ho, who had been staring at the young warrior with sunken eyes, suddenly opened his mouth.
“That’s fortunate. But after listening to the story, it seems that even the empty monks have a lot to point out.” “Listen.” “The clothes of the lord are definitely those of the Black Dragon Demon Gate located in Gansu, and the momentum and attitude you feel are by no means unusual… You must have only heard of the Black Dragon Demon Gate, right?” The young warrior smiled and bowed his head.
“I’m greeting you again. The Somonju of the Black Dragon Demon Gate. It’s called Sama Pyo.” “I’ve heard the reputation of the Black Dragon Sword. Compared to the Ten Bongryong, he is a divinity that is never lacking.” There was a small commotion among the monks standing behind Jeong-ho.
As much as that, the nickname of Black Dragon was well known, and the background was great because he was the owner of the Black Dragon Demon Clan, which boasted one of the three most powerful forces in Sapa Murim.
But none of them saw it. Sama-pyo’s head was lowered, and a sneer crossed his lips, and when he raised his head again, Sama-pyo’s face was covered with a pervasive smile.
“It is really overrated. I don’t know what to do when Grand Master Jeong-ho values an unknown minor like me so highly.”
“Once again, Binseung is not someone worthy of being called an ambassador, so I have no intention of overestimating Shiju. I’m just talking about proven facts. but… … Jeong-ho continued as he looked at his body collapsed in a pool of blood.
“I still don’t know the truth about the death of this unfortunate donor, but Sima Pyo rubbed his bristly chin with his beard.
“This is really long, so to speak.”
“No need to worry. There is a faster way.”
Iron gruck.
At Jeong-ho’s signal, a nimble monk came forward and inspected the body.
It didn’t take long for him to realize the identity of the body, having accumulated a lot of knowledge while working as a ronin before joining Shaolin.
“It’s blood exhaustion.”
“Do Sang-ho in blood? Are you sure?”
“yes. My head is crushed, but I am certain for my disciple to judge.”
“Blood. I’m tired… … Jeong-ho, who had been muttering while stroking the beads tied to the captain, stared at Sama-pyo.
“Did the donor know?”
“What do you mean?”
“That Blood Gun killed five innocent merchants in Shaanxi two days ago and was on the run.”
“Did something like that happen?”
“It seems that he was relieved to see that the action took place in a deserted mountain. Seeing how he came all the way to Hanam with courage.”
“… … Uh-huh, have you seen such a celestial wrath?”
Sima Pyo intentionally frowned.
However, it was not because of what Blood Gun had done, but because of the intelligence that an experienced ronin like Blood Kun had determined and delivered in just two days.
‘Is this the strength of the Murim Meng or Shaolin’s potential?’ Do Sang-ho, who is in blood, is quite famous, but it is because his hands are cruel and he talks about himself.
Being able to grasp such a person in such detail in a world full of masters of a much higher rank was proof that he had an information network as dense as a spider’s web.
‘This isn’t very good news… … After all, things like that happened.’ Sima Pyo, who muttered in his heart, opened his mouth without expressing himself.
“Fortunately, the.”
“What do you mean?”
“The water I spilled turned out to be rotten water. It looks like someone used their hands before drinking it.”
Jeong-ho’s eyes sunk deeply.
“The donor didn’t know that.” “Isn’t it good because the results are good?” “The process is just as important as the outcome. No matter what I said, it wasn’t a wise move to commit murder on the main street.” “It was a dangerous situation. I had to kill my opponent before he could kill me. Oh, of course, I didn’t mean that either.”
“This guy is the culprit.”
The giant blinked his bell-sized eyes.
“Lord Somun. Is it a person?”
“The facts should be made clear. Wipe off the blood on that heinous steppe dragon and make an excuse.”
“that. right. bloodthirsty kill. grow.”
“Please, the ambassador, be kind and understanding. This guy is good at martial arts, but his head is a bit… … Jung-ho, who was silently staring at Sama-pyo, who pretended to put his fingers on his temples and spin them around, opened his mouth.
“Siju, no, the Black Dragon Demon Gate will have to explain this matter well.”
“sure. It happened because I couldn’t handle my subordinate properly, so I’ll accept it as much as I want.”
“Even the lord knows, but lately the atmosphere hasn’t been too good. In particular, the common people are trembling with anxiety.”
The current Moorim was like a powder keg on the verge of exploding.
Even as an ignorant village that could not even say a thousand words, they knew at least that the Murim League was not a friendly organization for the Murim people.
During the Great War of Jeongma, it was not only the Murim people in the central plains who were caught up in the war.
“At a time like this, if an overt murder is committed on a main street in broad daylight, bad looks can’t help but be directed.” “That word, keep it in mind.” “Even though it is said that the person who died because of this is a bloodthirsty person who committed a crime and ran away, there may be an answer from above.” “I will be happy to explain.” “You’ll also have to apologize to the people around you.” “You don’t have to worry about that either. We’ll compensate you if you want.” Jeong-ho’s eyebrows twitched.
Although he is a Buddhist monk, he has been involved in Shaolin for a long time and has walked the path of a Buddhist.
It wasn’t pleasant that this had happened, and the attitude of the black dragon demon gatekeeper’s attitude was also not very good.
But what can I do? He nodded his head obediently on the outside, so he had no choice but to turn around.
“then… … This is it.”
“This is also meant to be. How about moving around for a while?”
“Amitabha. I’m sorry, but I have to refuse. There are guests who want to welcome you.”
It was at that moment when Jeong-ho, who answered with a completely unsatisfied expression, was about to turn around.
“knife.”
“hmm?”
“You don’t seem to be someone who uses a sword.”
A hoarse voice, like scraping metal. Someone who pressed down the bamboo grains deeply continued.
“It seems to have nothing to do with Shiju. Please return it to the original owner.”
“Oh, you mean this?”
Sama Pyo smiled and looked at the sword in her hand.
“It is mine.”
“It doesn’t look like that to Binseung’s eyes.”
“Excuse me, but who is the monk?”
“It has nothing to do with this.”
Just when the smile on Sama Pyo’s lips faded, someone’s cry was heard from afar.
“Taewonjin go! Taewon Jingo!”
