It was clear that the chaos in the street had not spread to Naruto yet.
If that was the case, there wouldn’t have been any shouts coming out now, so “Taewonjinga! Taewonjinga is here!” “Wow!” There was a considerable distance from the main road to the ferry, but there was no one who did not hear cheers coming from afar among those who remained here.
And Sama Pyo, the black dragon sword, was one of them.
‘Go to Taewonjin… … Sama Pyo’s eyes sank deeply.
Tae Won-jin. An emerging powerhouse that has grown rapidly in a short period of less than two years.
No, maybe the word “heunghung” doesn’t fit. Because it has a deep-rooted history and legitimacy spanning 300 years.
And it was because of the existence of one person that the famous family, which had been slowly declining, was raised up.
‘Jin Tae-gyeong, the fire god dragon.’
The young man, who was only a sprouting yellow sprout, was growing into a giant tree with deep roots in the soil of Moorim.
Each of the branches connected to him as one body is thick and dense.
King of Fire Jeokcheongang, Hwasan God Dragon Cheongpung, the teacher of Cheongpung, Geomseong Maejonghak and the Hwasan faction boasting a strong power ranked among the leaders in the Gupabang. Even several prestigious daepas who made a relationship that was never shallow while touring the river.
and… … Among them, Shaolin Temple, the north head of Mount Tai in Wulin, was also included.
“I was wondering who would be such a great guest that the Lord of the Great Shaolin Temple would come out to meet me, but now I know.”
“Amitabha. Binseung is not a very leisurely person.”
Jeong-ho stared at Sama-pyo with a stiff face and continued.
“Also, I don’t have a carefree personality enough to see someone who is making a fuss.”
，，Ah， Sima Pyo had climbed onto the dopa before she knew it and let go of her hand and smiled.
“This is true. I’m sorry. It’s a normal habit.” “Please, I hope that is true.” “I am also a person who knows the law. Could it be that he harbored disrespectful thoughts toward Shaolin?” “Amitabha. You’d better refrain from any misleading behavior. Sama Shiju.” “That’s right. But…;
The blurry smile on his lips became clear again. Sama-pyo looked back and forth at the unknown monk wearing bamboo ribs and at Jeong-ho.
“Looking at the unsympathetic ambassador speaking so strongly, it seems that he is a very caring person.”
As can be seen from the title of Gye-yul Wonju, Jeong-ho’s position in Shaolin was by no means low.
His teacher is one of the three disciples of the former head of the Shaolin Chamber, Fa King Guengdao, who passed away.
Sima Pyo guessed that the reason why Jeong-ho, who is one of the leading figures in Shaolin Temple, is so openly hostile, based on his position and rank, is not because of his personality, but because of his identity.
“According to what I know, I heard that you have not accepted disciples yet.” “…my ears are clear.” “As you know, I have good eyesight.” Jeong-ho frowned.
“Atimabul. Let’s stop playing with words and promise later. I have to go to greet a guest who arrived earlier than scheduled.”
“aha. okay. Are you taking in new disciples?”
“Look. dole.”
Whoops.
When the Seonjang (禪杖) in the hand of the Jeongho uttered a low resonant sound, a person who had been quietly observing the situation suddenly opened his mouth.
“It’s okay, Sajil.
U From under the deeply pressed bamboo rips, a harsh voice like scraping iron flowed out, suppressing the surrounding air.
The monks of Shaolin Temple, including Jeong-ho, trembled at the mighty power contained in his voice, and the eight-foot-tall giant opened his eyes wide.
However, the reason Sama Pyo was surprised was not only the momentum felt by the monk of Jukrip.
‘Sajil? Sandy?’ Facing him, who hesitated for a moment, the monk of bamboo lip quietly opened her mouth.
“Please return the sword to its owner. We will not tolerate any noise here in Hanam.”
“If kite arrives, see you next time.”
that was the last
As if the wind had blown it away, the priest of Jukrip, who had spoken a word, turned around the new model and disappeared.
Looking at Sima Pyo, who was silently watching the monks of Shaolin Temple following him, the Geohan opened his mouth in an incoherent voice.
“Somunju, among me, who is it? I can’t win.”
“I don’t have a head. There is skill. Very strong.”
Sama Pyo did not answer.
At the last moment, he muttered, remembering the soft light he could see under the bamboo grains, his young eyes.
“It’s a young sasuk of Gyeyul Wonju.”
It was a short time, but it was enough to guess her age.
The face exposed under the bamboo ribs was so young, and… … .
“Somunju?”
“Yes, I am listening. this guy.”
Sama-pyo, waking up from his thoughts, clicked his tongue slightly. Throwing his sword at the merchant, who was shivering in a corner, he looked up at the sky and stretched himself.
“let’s go. I should have a drink or two.”
“Giru! Giru!”
“OK.”
The sky was blue, and the heroes who traversed Murim were gathering toward Hanam.
And in the distance, the cheers of the crowd gathered at the ferry continued chanting Taewonjinga.
“I apologize for the inconvenience. Sasuk w The road to the ferry. At the words of Jeong-ho, who hurriedly approached, the monk of Juk-rip shook his head.
“It’s not Jeong-ho’s fault.”
“no. It was a problem that I had to end on my own. I can’t believe that young poetry will come out like that… … On Jeong-ho’s face, the uncomfortable planting was revealed.
He was still offended by Sama-pyo’s words and actions.
At a time like this these days, with countless eyes watching on the roadside, it was not enough to kill a bloodthirsty man, trying to provoke a priestess.
“I’ve heard that the Black Dragon Demon Gate has considerable prestige in Gansu, but it’s more arrogant than I thought.”
“Is that so.”
Although the voice that came out was rough, the speaker’s attitude was very calm.
The monk of Jukrip moved his steps and continued.
“Because of my limited knowledge, there are still many facts I don’t know. However, I heard that the power of evil spirits is not very strong.” “It is true.
But not all Sapas are like that.” “The Black Dragon Demon Gate belongs to that exception.” Yes, if it is a black dragon demon gate, it can be in three fingers among the sapa gates existing in the midfield. No, maybe it is the biggest focal point.” “What is the focal point that Sajil is talking about?” “It’s symbolic, Sasook.” “Symbolism…
“The Black Dragon Gate is the place with the longest history in Sapa Murim. At one time, it was also one of the zodiac sects of the Demonic Cult.” “Have you betrayed me?” “Amitabha Buddha. The word compromise would be more appropriate than that.” The Black Dragon Demon Gate’s compromise was successful.
The victory in the long and devastating war eventually went to the political faction, and the Black Dragon Demon Gate gathered the Sapa Murim people in the central plains, who were scattered like grassroots, to restore the damage and increase their strength. . This despises Shaolin, who suffered enormous damage in the past bloody history… … Jeong-ho, who was about to continue talking in anger, suddenly shut his mouth. As if reading his mind, the monk with a bamboo lip walking right next to him quietly opened his mouth.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. Sajil Jeong-ho.” “……Samsung.” “Everyone in Shaolin has been seriously injured. Some lost the brother-in-law or the priest with whom they shared joys and sorrows, and some lost a disciple. Neither do I.” Step by step, step by step, became faster. A harsh voice continued from under the bamboo rib.
“I am… … It was obviously unbearably sad. But just because he has gone a long way from which he cannot return, that does not mean that even that will disappear.”
The monks of Shaolin Temple, including Jeongho, bit their lips. How can I forget that day. How can I not know, the sadness he felt HO 口已， Everyone remembers. everyone knew
“I will carry on his, Master’s will. With just that one thought, I endured the time of repentance.”
At first glance, the skin beneath the bamboo grains was as rough as his voice and was full of numerous scars.
For an unknown person, the past three months have been a hellish time.
그는 매일 치료와 수련을 반복하며 끔찍한 고통에 몸부림쳤고, 참회동에 서 울려 퍼지는 비명을 들은 이들은 참지 못하고 눈물을 흘렸다.
번뇌와 고통으로 얼룩진 석 달.
그러나 그는 끝끝내 버텨 냈다. 스 승의 죽음이 불러온 슬픔과 흉수들을 향한 분노를 어깨에 짊어지고 끊임없 이 나아갔다.
그 끝에, 한 줄기 빛처럼 찾아온 깨달음이 있었다.
“정호 사질.”
“말씀하십시오. 사숙.”
“스승님께서 종종 그런 말씀을 하 셨습니다. 모든 일은 한 사람으로부 터 시작된다고. 하나로 부족하면 둘, 그래도 힘들다면 셋이 나서면 될 것 이라고. 그렇게 무너진 것을 일으켜 세우고, 나아가면 된다고.”
돌아올 수 없는 길을 떠나 버린 스 승은 술과 고기를 좋아했다.
바위에 누워 온종일 낮잠을 자다가, 시위가 어둑해진 후에야 눈을 떴다.
그리고 당신을 깨우러 왔다가 그만 함께 잠이 들어 버린 제자의 어깨를 흔들며 저 높이 펼쳐진 밤하늘을 가 리 켰다.
‘보아라, 네가 저기에도 있구나.’ 그럼 부스스 일어난 제자는 눈을 부비며 되묻고는 했다.
‘저 별을 어찌하여 제자라 하십니 까?’ ‘너를 처음 데려올 때, 저 별을 따 라갔으니까.’ 능]지만…… 저 별은 너무 작고 희 미합니다.’ ‘그러니 좋은 것이다.’
‘네에?’
‘가장 밝고 선명한 빛을 뿜어내는 별은 곧 사라진단다. 허나 네 별은 아주 오랫동안 저 자리에서 하늘을 밝힐 것이다.’ 제자는 그날 스승이 해 주었던 말 을 지금까지 기억하고 있었다.
오랜 시간이 흐른 뒤, 천기(天氣)가 일그러지고 북쪽 어딘가에서 새로운 별이 떠오른 후에도.
스승이 먼 길을 떠나고 소림의 경 내가 피로 물 들은 어느 날에도.
The disciple remembered. Still on that day, he was standing there.
‘Master. where is my star now Are you watching this disciple as a star somewhere in the sky?’
I stopped walking. Standing tall on a hill overlooking Naruto, he suddenly looked up at the sky.
In the clear blue sky, the stars were nowhere to be seen.
Even if the day gets dark, he will not be able to recognize his own star. I won’t be able to find the master’s star either.
Even if I open my eyes wide, all I can see are two ships anchored at the ferry site and people coming down in a row.
Even if you listen closely, all you hear is the cheers of the crowd that has gathered like a cloud.
‘Master. Where are you.’ He gently closed his eyes. However, the stars are not visible even when the field of view is dim. Even with wide open ears, the teacher’s voice does not reach.
After all, it is the same today. It was the moment when he calmly opened his eyes when he realized the reality again.
Chow ah!
“Sah, it’s a person! A man ran into the river and fell into the water!”
“omg! That… … The youngest!”
people’s screams. someone’s groan. Then, the familiar yet desperate voice of someone.
“No F*ck, don’t just scream, rope! Throw some rope!” A light shimmered in front of my eyes, which had been filled with only darkness.
‘Are you here?’ A smile formed on the stiff lips of the monk of bamboo, nameless.
