Luminescent (1)

 

The old monk was surprised, and at the same time, he had a new question.

It was one thing to easily understand the existing martial arts, but it was quite another to invent a completely new one.

No matter how much it is based on the existing void.

Each martial arts has its own internal attack key. Mixing up those voids means that you also have to shuffle the flow of the bet.

Simply doing it at the same time was actually suicidal. The inner core is mysterious, and adding one to one does not make two.

It could have caused amplification and could have become three or four, or it could have been harmful.

And even if it were amplified, the amplified power could be a problem.

It is the law of the world that when you create a strong force, there will be a reaction.

Therefore, the powerful Martial Arts' Internal Attack Essentials always had a way to increase their power and eliminate the side effects that came from it.

Those who didn't were often called "magicians" in the world, and it was very difficult to create a proper martial arts that eliminated all the side effects.

How on earth could that little kid be able to mix up the six martial arts all together, no matter how basic the martial arts are?

Judging from the old man's senses, that child named Mujin is just using the six martial arts essence in one piece. I didn't feel anything special about the reaction.

I wonder for a moment what the solution is that I can't even read.

"No way..."

An assumption came to the old monk's mind.

And if his hypothesis is correct, then that child is indeed worthy of the term "Great Servant."

The old monk realized that he needed to check whether his hypothesis was true.

If his hypothesis is correct, then unfortunately there was no disciple in Shaolin who had the vessel to handle that child.

"Dharma-gun-ah..."

"Yes· Sajo-sama·"

"Can you move to the center of the theater?"

"But Sajo-sama..."

"I'm all right. I need to check something out, so I'm going to move to the center of the theater."

A request from a priest who is not stubborn. In the end, he had no choice but to walk with the old monk on his back.

And in order for the outermost Fa Qian to move forward, he had no choice but to join forces with the other Shaolin disciples who were occupying the place.

They were concentrating on Mujin's high-octane examination, when they suddenly turned their heads to the presence behind them.

"Huh?"

“!!”

With a surprised face at the unexpected appearance of the person, he looked at the law and the old monk.

* * *

On the other hand·

Mujin was currently immersed in sparring with the Great Disciple.

He had already erased the fact that this was an entrance examination.

He was just enjoying the sparring of the moment.

"This is Wulin..."

For a year and ten months, I have been cultivating martial arts and cultivating my body. But during that time, he never really showed his power.

I used to spar with the kids from time to time, but they didn't like the kids. To be honest, I've never really dealt with anyone.

But the disciple he was dealing with now was an adult in his late twenties, and above all, he was a master who had cultivated for a dozen years longer than Mu Jin.

A confrontation with an opponent who can put all his heart into it without having to worry about getting hurt.

The tension that comes from facing off against the strong, and the pleasure that comes from bumping into everything you've built up.

Mujin, who was completely immersed in it, continued to rush at his opponent, feeling as if the world was moving slowly.

Bang!!

Once again, Mujin's forearm and his opponent's bowel collided.

Boooo

A lethal kick struck Mujin.

However, even in the face of such fierce power, Mujin was willing to dig forward, and Mujin's eyes were filled with nothing but the image of the opponent.

I hope that I will face the great disciple who is in charge of the examination with all my heart.

Suddenly, the great disciple who was sparring with him fell back heavily.

“??”

Mujin's concentration was broken by this, and it was only later that he realized that the atmosphere around him was very untidy.

The countless people who had been watching his sparring were looking somewhere.

No, it didn't end with just looking at it, but like the Red Sea parting, the two hundred Shaolin disciples who surrounded the theater began to split wide left and right.

And along the path that branched off like a stream of water, a young monk was walking with an old monk on his back.

Mu Jin could immediately realize that the old monk was not feeling well.

The arms that were exposed between the lyrics and the legs held by the young monk were too thin.

But the old monk's fragile appearance didn't matter much now.

That's right...

"I'm going to see the four hundred of the Bright Lights."

"I'm looking to see you."

The two hundred disciples of Shaolin who had bitten their bodies to pave the way were all paying tribute to the old monk.

"I'm seeing you."

"I'm seeing you."

Even the master of the room, who was watching the sparring from the top seat, stood up and bowed to the old monk.

It was a marvelous sight.

Shaolin's most humble man, the head of the room, is the one who pays tribute?

Naturally, Mujin could also sense that something was going wrong.

And amid the hospitality of countless people, a young monk carrying an old monk on his back arrived in front of Mujin.

Before talking to Mujin, the old monk spoke to Ambassador Hyuncheon.

"Phew· We apologize for interfering with the admissions process. Monk Chief·"

"You must have moved for a reason... Amitabha Buddha·"

Ambassador Hyuncheon only replied to Hyunkwang's words with reverence, and his expression was respectful.

And Hyunkwang, who had asked for Hyuncheon's understanding first, opened his mouth again.

"Actually, I wanted to ask this Ahae, so I decided to come here..."

Before Hyunguang's words fell, the eyes of those in the theater turned to Mujin again.

Of course, it wasn't Mujin who would have been embarrassed if he was a little distracted.

On the contrary, Mujin could only wonder what the old monk wanted to ask him, and why things were going like this.

And how fortunately the old monk did not spin his words around, but went straight to the point.

"Ahh If you don't mind, can you take off the lyrics?"

Take off your clothes.

“???”

Naturally, Mu Jin had a puzzled look on his face, but to his surprise, no one in the theater expressed any doubt about what he said.

There must be a reason why he said that. Such conviction was in the eyes of the Shaolin disciples.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of..."

There's nothing special about it, and it's a body that has been trained for nearly two years. Mujin, who was confident in his own way, coolly took off the lyrics.

This revealed the steely body of Mujin hidden in his clothes.

"Huh

"What a Heavenly Warrior!"

Looking at Mujin's exposed body, the people in the theater burst out in exclamation.

I've been training for functionality rather than muscle size, so muscles that don't stand out much when I'm wearing clothes.

On the other hand, as he had cultivated every little muscle for the sake of functionality, his body boasted a shape that was close to perfection for a martial artist.

"Amitabha Buddha ...

The old monk glanced at Mujin's body for a moment, then shouted a fire once and asked again.

"Ahh Is it true that the martial arts you used in the sparring session a while ago were used by combining the six martial arts together?"

"That's right..."

Mujin replied with a slightly surprised look on his face. I figured it out just by watching Dalian for a while...

However, Mujin's surprise was a little premature.

"Was the body innate? Or was it that you deliberately trained your body so much?"

"I've been trying to raise this for all my time as a student."

"Did you grow up so much to use the martial arts you used in Dalian a moment ago?"

“!!!”

Not only Mu Jin, but everyone who was watching the sparring looked surprised.

The old monk asked Mujin a question again.

"There is a vast amount of martial arts in our Shaolin, so can you tell me why you chose this method instead of learning other martial arts?"

"I didn't think it was right for me to learn a lot of martial arts."

"Isn't that right? Why did you think so?"

“··· I'm not very good at it. Rather than learning a lot of martial arts, I just wanted to make the martial arts that worked best for me."

This was the solution that Mujin had come up with after thinking and thinking about it for the past year and a half.

He wasn't originally Mujin, the protagonist of the novel. I wasn't sure that I could easily master a high-level martial arts with such a good five voices.

As a result, he mastered the three introductory martial arts in only four months, and in the remaining year and a half, he learned only three more basic martial arts. That is, if you exclude the half-hearted method.

What he learned additionally was the Zhang Method, the Trick Method, and the Ji Method, respectively, and he began to study how to use all the martial arts tricks he had learned so far.

It wasn't easy.

Of course, it was quite possible to practice each of them at the same time, but the problem was that it was a side effect.

Each martial arts was only designed to withstand the increased power of each martial art.

For example, if you use the trick of a second of the Little Red Kwon, you will swing your arm as if you are condensing and bursting a bet from your shoulder.

And the essence was just as powerful as it was to protect the arms and shoulders.

However, Mu Jin condensed the energy from his toes through the tricks of Gu Gongbo and Chu Feng Pavilion, and then followed the tricks of Na Han Zhang and Xiao Hongkun, and amplified the energy from his lower body from his waist again.

The amplified energy flowed down his shoulders and arms according to the thread of another martial art, and finally it was amplified once more in his fingers by the essence of Guanyin Water and Stone Crusher.

In other words, the existing crystalline alone could not withstand the power of amplification after amplification.

It would be common to create new solutions and complex solutions to solve them.

Mujin found a solution according to his banner.

"If your body is strong, your head will be at ease." I believed in that banner and pushed it.

After a year and a half of training, he succeeded in creating a body that could handle its power.

But whether Mu Jin was surprised or not, the old monk added a word with a benevolent expression.

"Hehehe... Now that I see it, it looks like he's even cooked the iron cannon ginseng. A martial arts that controls the flow of excessive force with the power of an extremely disciplined body and skin. You can say that you have created your own martial arts..."

At the words that followed, Mujin could only look at the old monk with a face that seemed to be possessed by a ghost.

And after grasping all of Mujin's bottom at once, Xuanguang shook his head with satisfaction.

As if he had made a decision.

"Monk Chief· How dare this old monk make a request to the head monk of the room..."

"Speak at ease. The Great Brother·"

"I would like to take this Mujin as a disciple of the Fa. Monk Chief·"

"Do you mean that Master Mu Jinyi will be raised?"

Hyuncheon asked back with a surprised face, and the old monk just replied with a benevolent smile.

‘··· How the hell is this going?'

Mu Jin could only look around with a puzzled expression.

* * *

That evening·

Mu Jin was surprisingly located in the Shaolin Chamber of Commerce.

Ambassador Hyuncheon, the head of the room, called him, and he dragged him away.

After being singled out by an unknown old monk during the entrance examination, he was suddenly dragged to the Shaolin master's office, so it was quite an eventful day for Mujin.

And for a moment, Ambassador Hyuncheon, who summoned Mujin to the room and watched Mujin without saying a word.

"Do you know what kind of person you are when you saw him in the theater today?"

“··· I haven't heard of him. Monk Chief·"

To be honest, Mujin was dying to wonder who that old monk was.

No matter how much I searched his memory, he had never appeared in the first part of the book he had read, and the second part of the book "The Battle of the Apostle King."

"Actually, I called you here today because I had something to ask you. It was to tell you about the law that would become your teacher and the Grand Master of the Prefecture who would become your teacher."

After saying that, Ambassador Hyuncheon calmly told Mujin about the person Hyunkwang.