Law (1)

 

In the morning·

At the time when the monks are in the middle of studying Buddhist scriptures.

"Hye Jung-ah· What happened to the child named Mujin and the sparring of Mu Jin?"

Hyun-sung (賢成), the head of the Nahan Party (羅漢黨) in charge of the education of Hye-jeong's disciples, asked a question in a low tone.

Seven days and nights had passed since Choi Kang-hyuk possessed Mujin and had his first accident, so Hyun-sung had already received a report about Mujin from Hye-jeong, who was in charge of Mujin, and Hyun-mun, the owner of the party.

And when asked by Hyunsung, Hyejeong chanted in her heart and forced herself to remain calm as she recounted the events of the early morning.

"So you mean that the kid named Mu Jin defeated the Mu Jin in just one match?"

"Yes· Master·"

"Huh... Now that I see it, I don't think he was just a crazy kid."

"I think that's the way it was. . . He was unruly in early morning training, but when he was practicing Yan Hwan Kwon, he would work harder than anyone else. It's just..."

"I think I know what you're worried about... Isn't it because you cultivated the Annualization Realm in order to figure out how to destroy it?"

"Yes· Master·"

Hyunsung seemed lost in thought for a moment, but then shook his head.

"Probably not... Common sense dictates that a spy of the Sect or the Demon Cult would not bother to do such conspicuous things."

"Could it be that you were aiming for it in reverse?"

"Then what about it? The reincarnation ticket is just an introductory martial art. If it's our Shaolin's seventy kinds of exquisites, I don't know again. Does the Demon Cult dare to study the method of destruction of the initiation martial arts?"

If you've reached a certain level in the end, you'll find dozens of ways to destroy just by looking at a simple martial arts like a refinement.

"There is nothing to worry about. She hasn't officially become a third-generation disciple yet. If you look at it slowly, you will see if she is really a spy. Or maybe he's just a little weird..."

"Yes· Master·"

Hyunsung soothed Hye-jung's worries and stroked his beard for a moment.

"Hmmm..."

A strange tone of interest came out of his mouth.

"If you say that he is not a spy of the Demon Cult, then he must be a child of some kind of martial family..."

“··· I thought maybe that's the case. I don't think the child would have thought of those bizarre drills, so I thought they were probably the ones he used to do at home."

The two of them thought that the strange thing that Hyunmun, the owner of the party, had reported, might have been a special food that the family ate during training.

"The greatest of little children is their father. He probably wanted to prove that his father's training was better than that of our Millennium Shaolin..."

Hyunsung told him about his prediction and added, "What a shame."

"If such a foolish training method is enough to defeat Mu Mu Qi, then his talent may be beyond imagination. I can't believe that such a child is wasting his time with such useless training methods. Tsk..."

"What a pity. Master·"

If Mujin had heard it, it would have been a misconception and nonsense.

"Even if he had beaten Mu Gong this time, he would have been convinced of his useless training methods. What should I do about this?"

“··· Why don't you force him to practice Shaolin and let him feel the effects of it?"

Hyunsung shook his head after thinking for a moment at Hyejeong's suggestion.

"It shouldn't be. Judging from what you and the priest have said, it seems that the child has the same disposition as most people. If it's broken, it's broken, not a child who will bend, so you have to make it feel yourself, not force it."

Hye-jeong, who has reached a much higher level than her, and many other disciples of Lee. He said that even as dozens of children his age glared at him, he spoke his mind openly.

It was not difficult for the Shaolin elder Xuan to guess that a child with such courage would not be able to bend if someone forced him to.

"It's even more sad to think about this."

He has a great talent for nothingness, but he also has a disposition to push for the justice he believes in no matter what.

He was convinced that if he was raised properly, he would become a pillar of Shaolin.

"Keep an eye on her. . . It's also to make sure it's not the Demon Cult's Ganja, but watch for opportunities and look for opportunities to prove that Shaolin's training methods are superior to that child's. Somehow, you have to get him to start the Shaolin training method. We can't let them waste more on such useless training. Do you understand?"

"Yes· Master·"

When Mujin heard it, the two of them talked about the back of their necks, and they were in trouble at the same time.

The kind of worries about how to entice Mujin.

Then· Hyunsung, who had been thinking about it for a while, opened his mouth as if he had an idea of a good idea.

"Oh... Why don't you leave it to the Dharma Kang?"

"If you're a member of the Fa River, aren't you a member of the Law House now? Are you really going to send Mu Jin to the House of Justice?"

"Hehehe... Don't worry· He will be moving to the Nahan Hall tomorrow."

Hye-jeong looked at her master with a look of dismay on her face at Hyunsung's explanation.

"As Master said, if the Fa is strong, I think I can lead Mu Jin to a good path."

The two priests thought of the Fa River and smiled happily at the corners of their mouths.

* * *

That evening·

After finishing their daily work in Shaolin, the disciples gathered in threes and threes.

"Huh· Dharma Mine· No, it's the death penalty of the law."

Then· One of the disciples of Li, who was heading to the place where the halls were gathered, muttered a little with a surprised face, and the disciples who were heading in the same direction turned around.

"Phew· Why is Brother Dharma, who used to train late into the night in the training hall every day, over there?"

"Did the priest run away without even looking at him? You were in the middle of Mabo, weren't you?"

“··· Why would you leave a good theater in a place like that?"

"Isn't it obvious? Doesn't that mean you should not go back to your place of residence, but go to the training hall and train?"

"Uhhh It's really toxic· Reading comprehension·"

One of the disciples shook his head, and the other disciple laughed.

"Is it a day or two of the death penalty for the law? I'm not a newcomer, I'm not a newcomer..."

"But... I'm not a law buff for nothing..."

"Tsk· I think I'm more suited to have a Dharma insight than a Fa fan."

Recently, one of the Great Disciples of Li, who had been properly harassed by the Fa Kang, grunted.

"You've got a good place to be, aren't you? The Lawyer's Dharma Dog! Ugh..."

"Tsk... The priest is slow to get the news. I heard that Brother-in-law Kang will be moving to the Nahan Party tomorrow."

The average age of the current Shaolin Temple's disciples is in their mid to late twenties.

He was certainly an adult who could play the part of a person, but he was one of the youngest in the Wulin Sect.

Therefore, when he was a disciple of Lee, he would go around various parties or circles at regular intervals and experience them, and after a certain amount of experience, he would become a complete member of one place.

In other words, it was not unusual for a disciple to move to another party or circle.

If it weren't just the Dharma River...

"Wasn't the death penalty confirmed by the House of Laws? Ever since he was the third disciple, he has been listening to the voice of the next lawmaker..."

Among the two great disciples, the Fa Kang, who was quite distributed, was a man who had been roasting the priests since he was the third great disciple and tried to straighten out the discipline of Shaolin.

Everyone wondered why such a Fa Gang would bother to move from the Law House to the Luhan Hall, but the explanation of the death penalty that followed made everyone shake their heads.

"In order to keep the law of Shaolin, I told the Master of the Law that I would go through all the parties and circles according to the rules and then return to the Law Garden..."

“··· After all, it's the death penalty of the law..."

"Isn't he a man who lives by the law and dies by the law?"

"Well, that's why he's scary, but he's also a respectable person..."

When the Great Disciple of Li, who had announced the news of Fa Kang's transfer to the Monk Party, said this with a serious expression, the other disciples who had been cursing the Fa Kang also shook their heads.

Everyone has suffered so much since the days of the Three Great Disciples, so they just find it difficult and avoid him.

He was definitely a great character. In more ways than one.

And the in-house Dharma instructor, who sent all the priests to the training hall just by showing up, was now sweating all over his body and repeating the training.

This was partly due to the fact that he was not using any internal muscles for training, but also because he was in a cold sweat instead of a normal sweat due to the immense pain.

The guardian of the law, who was feared by many priests, the Dharma Gang·

Ever since he claimed to be the guardian of the law, he has tried to show the priests that he has led by example. It was because he felt that it was not appropriate to blame others for not protecting himself.

Naturally, he has spent more than twice as much time on basic training as other priests.

Rain or shine, at the end of the day, repeat every evening until dawn.

His knee, which had been quenched over and over again without even a single day's rest, was now completely broken.

If you don't use your inner air, you can feel pain just by walking.

But he didn't care.

Basic training is both training and penance. He took it for granted that pain would accompany it.

"Phew..."

And after enduring the horrible pain for more than half an hour, he straightened his trembling knees and took a deep breath.

"Did you say Mujin?"

The troubled child and hopeful child of the Nahan Party, which I heard from Master Hyun-sung.

A child who is very talented but refuses to be trained in Shaolin·

"I'm sure I'll teach him what the spirit of Shaolin is."

He made a vow to himself, bent his knees again, and began to play Mabo.

Treating the horrible screams of the knees as part of penance.

* * *

The next morning·

Mu Jin woke up early for early morning training, warmed up with Mu Yul with muscle lengthening surgery, and headed to the training hall.

Then, with the sound of the bell ringing in the early morning, Hye Jung and the disciples appeared in the theater one by one.

'Huh?'

Mu Jin noticed that some of the Great Disciples who appeared in the theater had changed.

And there was one man who stood out to Mujin.

'It's just a veteran award, isn't it?'

In modern times, anyone would ask if he was a soldier.

And Mujin wasn't the only one who expressed his puzzle when he saw the soldier-like Grand Disciple.

"Burr Dharma Execution?"

The two great disciples, who had suffered terribly during the time of the Three Great Disciples, were surprised by the sudden appearance of the Fa Lecture and called out his Dharma name.

"Hey, is this a fisherman? The death penalty?"

"From today, I have transferred my affiliation to the Nahan Party and will be with you all. Thank you for your support from now on..."

I wonder why? He only greeted him in a blunt tone, but all the priests who heard his answer looked as if they had been sentenced to death.

"Oh, oh my gosh."

Mujin, who had been watching the scene from beginning to end, was able to grasp the situation immediately.

"That newcomer is the military captain of the Great Disciples."

Mu Jin, who had spent seven years in the army to recognize the master, immediately realized what role the Fa Kang was playing among the Great Disciples.

"Let the dawn training begin!"

Whether Mujin thought of it in his mind or not, Hye Zheng announced the start of the training with a roar full of lions.

'Well, it's none of my business...'

Whether the military commander has come or not, he has to do his job. I just had to train my body to see the end of this novel.

Mu Jin, who had been distracted by the Dharma Kang, cleared his breath and focused on exercising.

After eight days and two laps of exercise, it was time to train my lower body muscles again.

He first bent his knees like the rest of the monks, and then straightened his knees and started squatting.

"Suh

"Phew..."

While Mujin is concentrating on his own workouts.

Before he knew it, Dharma Kang approached Mu Jin and began to examine his posture.

Dharma Kang thought so.

In order to scold someone, you need to understand exactly what he's doing.

This was because if you were tired, you would have to understand what the other person was doing so that you could be more accurate and logical.

'Is this how it works?'

In order to feel for himself how useless the training method was, Dharma Kang willingly began to imitate Mu Jin's posture.

"Suh

"Phew..."

Let's take a moment to imitate the breathing technique for an accurate understanding.

'Hmph· It's so useless..."

After repeating several squats, Dharma Kang soon stood up. Because, just like Mabo, he felt a sharp pain in his knee.

In the end, the moment Dharma Kang, who concluded that it was a ploy to avoid the arduous Shaolin training, was about to open his mouth.

"You can't do that."

On the contrary, Mu Jin had a stern expression on his face and pointed out the posture of the Fa Kang.