Shaolin Fist

 

After the time of irreverence, which was like a war (with drowsiness) ...

"Wow... Mujina · How come you never slept?"

Sitting next to him, Mu Yul, who had been beaten more than twenty times in a bamboo bowl, asked with his eyes shining.

Mu Yul, who had a clear head, said that the hardest part was the Buddhist sutra time, when the difficult Chinese characters popped out one after another.

That's why I usually get beaten up every day, but today it was twice as often.

It was because Mu Jin had an accident during the early morning training and breakfast, and the Great Disciples were still trying to scold Mu Jin.

However, Mujin didn't show a single snooze during the entire Buddhist period as he analyzed the current situation and planned the next step, and sadly, Mu Yul, who was sitting next to him, had monopolized the affection that should have been directed at Mujin.

The naïve Mu Yul didn't even know what was going on, he just stared at Mu Jin who had never dozed off while he had been beaten for more than twenty generations.

"Huh? How did you not doze off?"

"Hmm... Yes! I'm always scolded every day. I'm too sleepy to listen to blasphemy. I think I'm sleepier than the lullaby my mom sang me when I was a kid. Hehehehe·"

Mu Jin couldn't help but laugh innocently at the sight of Mu Yul smiling innocently even after being beaten like that.

I was single until thirty-seven because I was crazy about work, but I wondered if it would be like this if I had married early and had children.

"How did you not doze off?"

"Hmm..."

"It's that simple. You can listen in one ear and go in the other..."

"Huh? How can you hear in only one ear when both ears are open? Can I block one side?"

Mu Jin replied mischievously, and Mu Yul covered his right ear with a serious expression and muttered to himself.

"Oh... Ah· Namu Amitabha Buddha · Yes? Is it only in my left ear? Isn't it? I can hear you on the right..."

“····”

After watching the scene for a while, Mujin decided to change his mind a little.

"It's not my son, it's my nephew..."

I don't think my future son will be that stupid. Cancer·

"Oh, but Muyul... After the irreverence, what's next?"

"Next up, of course, is the morning training! It's been three days already, have you forgotten your daily routine again? Heheh· Mujin must have a bad head too..."

“····”

Mu Jin thought to himself that if it weren't for his nephew, he would have hit him, so he let out a sigh and said,

"Then I'll have to go to the theater first..."

"Huh? Do you still have a little time?"

"I need to go and do something in advance..."

"Huh? Do you have to do it beforehand?"

Instead of answering Mu Yul's question, Mu Jin moved briskly towards the theater.

"What do you need to do in advance?"

Mujin was followed by Mu Yul with a sunny face.

After exchanging light chat with Mu Yul, I arrived at the theater and saw that the few bronze monks had taken their places first and were moving around.

Even though they are admitted to the Shaolin Temple, most of them are children who have not yet reached puberty, so they want to play whenever they have time.

Even in such a short time, there were only a handful of children in the training hall.

Some of the few model students were doing the same ignorant discipline they had done in the early morning, while others were doing the magic tricks and screaming at the regime.

“쯧쯧·”

Mu Jin glanced at the scene, clicked his tongue with a sad expression, and slumped down on the stone floor.

In that state, he slowly spread his feet from side to side and tilted his upper body toward his left leg.

'Oh· Is it because you're young? It's very flexible, isn't it?'

I felt it from the moment I stretched my legs, but when my body stretched out without any pain, I felt a slight exclamation in my heart.

The reason why Mujin headed to the theater before the workout. It was to stretch beforehand.

Stretching before and after exercise was the most basic of the basics. Even if it's just to avoid suffering from old age and not to break down your body by exercising too much.

"Suh

"Phew..."

This time, without fail, I took a deep breath and relaxed my leg muscles.

Mu Yul stood there looking down at him, and Mu Jin saw him.

"Yule· Would you like to join us?"

"Huh? Mujin is what you do?"

"Yes... You should do it in advance, too. If you don't, you'll suffer from bone disease later?"

Mu Yul, who seemed to be troubled by Mu Jin's words for a moment, slumped down on the ground like Mu Jin with a look of determination.

"Can I stretch my legs like this?"

"Oh· That's right· That's right· How's it going? Would you like to follow suit?"

Mujin stretched out his legs and slowly leaned forward and exhaled, and Mu Yul mimicked the stretching movement in a very natural way.

'Maybe it's because he's young, so he can easily follow the stretches, right?'

After all, should exercise be learned from an early age? When Mujin was thinking to himself...

‘쯧·’

As soon as the Buddhist sutra session was over, Mu Gong, who was training in the training hall, clicked his tongue inwardly and glanced at the two of them.

"Phew..."

Then, after catching his breath, Mu Gong focused on his own body, distracting himself from Mu Jin and Mu Yul.

In fact, Mu Gong didn't pay much attention to Mu Jin. Mu Jin looked pathetic for making a lame excuse to miss training, but he didn't want to laugh at him like the other monks.

He understood that it would be better for him to throw one more punch at the time he had time to laugh at them.

He was still only thirteen, but his head had grown thicker than his peers.

It was more important to focus on training and try to be accepted by Master when I was worried about the arguments between the kids.

It was his dream to become a registered disciple of the Shaolin Temple and make a name for himself in Wulin.

In other words, for Mu Gong, Mujin was nothing more than a stepping stone that he had to step on in order to achieve his dreams.

"Hap!!"

Mu Gong screamed with great enthusiasm and threw his fist into the air in order to be recognized by the Great Disciples and Hye Zheng and become a named disciple.

It is the Shaolin Temple's initiation martial arts that he has learned in the past three months. It was the herbivores of the Annex Circle.

"Atta· It's a good voice..."

Mu Jin, who was in the middle of stretching and stretching at the sound of Mu Gung's roaring cheers, involuntarily burst out with exclamations.

"Hehe· Isn't the death penalty so amazing? The voice is loud and the fists are insanely strong! Is your fist just clattering?"

Mu Yul, who had been stretching along Mu Jin for a long time, added a pendulum to Mu Jin's words.

Mu Jin, who was sitting in front of him, had already forgotten that he and Mu Gong would have to spar in a week.

"Death penalty?"

"Hmm... Death penalty, of course. He came in two months earlier than I did. Oh, by the way, Mu Jin also came in a month later than me, so you should call me the death penalty?"

"That's it, so you're saying that Mu Gung has been training for over three months?"

"Hmm... You were almost the first one to come in. In addition, he did much better than the other executioners who came in similarly, and his uncles and Uncle Hye-kwang praised him every day. The right of the death penalty is the best..."

"Oh yes?"

Mu Jin, who had heard all of Mu Yul's explanations, laughed inwardly.

"The bowl is like a monk with a bowl the size of soy sauce."

I thought he was the one who put it on because he was big enough, but it turns out that he put the best guy in his class.

To put him on and give him only a week (seven days and seven nights) of time...

"It's a kids' fight anyway, so I won't lose..."

Boooo

When Mu Gong repeatedly shouted his power into the air while creating a void castle that was not suitable for his age, Mu Jin's mind naturally imagined what it would look like a week later.

It wasn't a big deal to win, but the problem was the process.

'Is there too much of a physical difference?'

Even if he won, he had a strong feeling that he would be a bit of a jerk.

I don't know if it's Choi Kang-hyuk's body in the first place, but now he's only twelve years old.

'It's embarrassing to get into a fistfight with a kid who is more than twenty years older than you. Hah·'

While Mu Jin was thinking about such a predicament in his heart, suddenly the theater became a little noisy.

Between Buddhist time and morning training time· During the break, the monks who had been playing began to flock to the theater one by one.

Before they approached the theater, the sound of the bell signaling the beginning of the five o'clock (11 a.m. ~ 1 p.m.) rang out in the Shaolin Temple, and soon Huizheng and the disciples of Li appeared in the theater.

"In the morning training, as usual, we will cultivate the Millennium Shaolin Initiation Martial Arts Cultivation Circle!"

After arriving at the theater and staring at Mu Jin for a very short time, Hye Zheng glanced at him and shouted in a serious tone.

And for some reason, Mujin's eyes began to sparkle when he heard Hye-jeong's shout.

Opportunity to learn Shaolin's introductory martial arts·

As a reader who once loved martial arts, it was a dream come true.

The physical training he did at dawn was something Mu Jin knew best, so he was against it, but it was a completely different story when it came to martial arts.

Mujin wasn't a jerk in a field he knew well. On the contrary, if you actively try to learn, you won't know again.

In addition·

"If it's a reincarnation, isn't that the method used by that guy named Mugung earlier?"

It's a martial art used by the opponent you have to spar with in a week. Isn't there a quote from the great sages? If you don't get tired, you'll be burned.

It didn't hurt for Mujin to learn the Lotus Fist in order to easily beat that big boy.

"일식 (one)! 심중권 (Heart Ticket)!"

"Hap!!"

"!! Unity"

At the same time as Hye-jeong's shouts at the top of the table, the monks shouted one after the other, and Hye-jeong's assistant disciples went around the theater to point out and correct the children's postures.

"Death!"

Hyejeong, who was sitting on the table and shouting with a grandiose aura, had a subtle frown on her eyebrows from a certain moment.

'Why is she so disciplined?'

The reason for this was Mujin.

The guy who had a series of accidents during early morning training and breakfast is now working diligently on training as if he has repented.

As a disciple of the Buddha, you can't persecute a child who shows remorse for his mistakes.

If that child's mistake hadn't been to dare to contradict the Millennium Shaolin Training Method, I might have forgiven him if he had shown such remorse.

After all, what kind of sect forgives those who ignore their own training methods? It's just that because this place is Shaolin and because the other party was a child, they wanted to punish him in the form of sparring by giving him seven days and seven nights.

If it had been any other sect, he would have been at least crippled the moment he pulled out such a damn thing. Even if it's a child.

Hye-jung wasn't the only one who was thinking about it.

'What? Why do you still copy the redemption ticket?'

The disciples who were walking around the hall and watching the monks' postures also felt a similar sense of bewilderment to Hyejeong.

No wonder, Mujin's annual ticket was not lacking at all compared to other children. Even though he's the last kid to get here...

Even the Great Disciples and Hye Zheng didn't know about it, but today was the first time that Mu Jin had learned the Yan Ring Ticket. Because Choi Kang-hyuk was replacing the original Mujin...

Even so, Mujin was spreading the ticket just like the other children.

It was partly because he had carefully studied Mu Gong's movements during the break a while ago, and partly because Mu Jin's body was as talented as the protagonist in the novel.

'What's so simple?'

Above all, the biggest reason was that the person in Mujin's body was Choi Kang-hyuk.

The annuity ticket is an introductory martial arts ball.

In particular, due to the young age of the initiators, the movements of the Annulment Circle, which were made according to the age of the monks, were quite simple compared to the other methods of the Shaolin Temple.

But that only means that the movement is simpler than other martial arts. It usually took a few days for the younger monks to understand and memorize all the movements.

But the current Mujin was a bronze monk, but it wasn't a bronze statue. It was imbued with the spirit of Choi Kang-hyuk, who had been engaged in physical work for a decade and was not an expert in martial arts, but had also learned the art of actual martial arts while serving in the special forces.

Naturally, the herbs for the monks seemed too simple to him.

'Huh· What the hell is this guy?"

"You have such an attitude in the early hours of the morning and you are so talented."

"The Buddha gave you talent and took away your humanity... Amitabha Buddha·'

The Great Li disciples, who didn't know about the situation, only tried to hide their surprise at Mu Jin's talent. There was no disciple who wanted to praise a disciple who was so close to him.

Well, whether the disciples were surprised or not.

Mu Jin was currently cultivating the Yan Circle Sphere, and his head was only lost in his own thoughts.

'Fighting him with this is really the most ignorant thing in the world, right?'

The operation of the annuity ticket is quite simple. Conversely, as the technical complexity was low, it was also a method whose power was easily determined by physical ability.

In other words, fighting with a martial arts player who is physically superior to his current self with a reunion ticket is no different from imposing a penalty on himself.

So how can you neatly beat that big kid with an age difference of more than twenty?

During training, I sneaked a peek at Mu Qi's punches for a moment.

'Oh! Can I use that?'

Mujin's mind reminded him of a way to suppress Mu Gong in one fell swoop.