Succession (1)

 

The next day, when the light is in nirvana,

From the hall of the light of the sky, a fragrant fragrance spread throughout the Shaolin precincts.

"Hehehehehe... What a joy there has been in the world."

Hyunkwang muttered like fresh, enjoying the various flavors in his mouth.

Kung!

Just then, the prefect opened the door with a hurried step and entered.

"Big Brother! What are you doing!?"

The fragrant fragrance wafting through the Shaolin precincts made Xuan Gong ask in amazement, but Xuanguang replied in vain.

"Oh· Did the prefectural priest come? Won't you too? This is the famous Buddhist dojo. Hehehe· If it tastes like this, it's worth crossing the fence."

"What do you mean by that!?"

His face turned red, and he smiled gently at the priest who was screaming.

"Hehehe... I'm deaf · You don't have to shout so loud to hear everything..."

“··· Phew·"

He took a few deep breaths to control his anger, and then lowered his voice and asked:

"Why is it that the Great Brother is eating 'that' food?"

"I thought this was so good for my body, so I just tried it..."

"You mean 'that'?"

Hyungong asked, as if it was a disgrace to utter the word "bulldojo", but Hyungwang was just in vain.

"Hehehe... Thanks to the chief priest, the rules have changed, so isn't it allowed for a monk who is not feeling well?"

“··· Do you need to be in Nirvana?"

The prefect asked cautiously.

The fact that he almost reached nirvana was now a secret even within the Shaolin.

Only those who came to the temple that day and the sages know about it. I was doing it at the request of Hyungue.

And Hyunguang, who was about to enter nirvana, looked at Hyungong with a strange expression and opened his mouth.

"Hmm? The priest doesn't seem to like the monk eating healthy food. Hehehe..."

"That's not it..."

"Hehehe... I don't like it, so I think they locked up our Mujinyi in a cave to save the main monk. Hehehe..."

'Why did a child who obeyed me so well when he was young become like this?' he added, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He was the first to realize that the Great Brother had become a bit eccentric.

* * *

A month passed when Mujin was on the wall.

"It's time. Monk Chief· Mujin sand, "

At the words of the Great Disciple Li, who had come to announce the end of the face, Mu Jin let out a deep sigh and stood up.

'I can't do it again...'

It was different from the last time I lasted a week.

Hyuncheon just chanted the chant and didn't talk to Mujin at all.

No matter how much I trained my body, how much I practiced martial arts, and how much I went hunting at night, it was a terrible thing to not talk to him for a month.

"I wasn't going to ignore the face-wall."

He didn't even bother to face it, but he thought about it.

"Phew· Still, it's not without results."

After a month of training, it was Mujin who managed to connect with herbivores naturally.

At that moment, the head of the room, Hyuncheon, who had left the cave with him, smiled benevolently at Mujin and opened his mouth.

"Mujin-ah· I think I need to cut my hair a bit..."

Except for those who have had a small percentage of hair loss. All Shaolin disciples shaved their heads periodically.

It was one thing for Mujin, but his hair had grown quite a bit after a month of shaving it, so it was time to cut it off.

'Damn it...'

It was a terrible thing for Mujin.

I was drawn into this world while reading novels to avoid stress-induced hair loss, but I still have to be bald here.

In the meantime, I had given up and lived, but after my hair was a little long due to the cotton wall, I was left with regrets.

That's why Mujin asked Hyuncheon something he wouldn't normally have asked.

"Monk Chief· So why do all the monks shave their hair so short?"

Hyuncheon smiled and replied to Mujin's question.

"The reason is simple. To cut one's hair is to cut ties with the world. Every time his hair grows, he cuts it off to remind himself that he has decided to cut off his connection with the world and return to the Buddha."

"Do you mean that it is an act of confirming that you have severed ties with the world?"

"It is just that. The Dharma Master, the founder of Shaolin, did it, and so did Sakya Buddha, so we, the scholars, are also following his will."

Mujin scratched his chin at Hyuncheon's answer, thinking.

'Then you don't have to be bald?'

While Mu Jin and Chen Chen were having such a conversation, they were able to arrive at the Shaolin Temple.

"I have a backlog of things to take care of, so you can go back quickly. The Grand Master is waiting for you..."

"Understood... Monk Chief·"

After exchanging greetings with Ambassador Hyuncheon, Mujin headed to the hall of Hyungwang.

As they got closer to the hall, Mujin asked the Grand Disciple what he had been most curious about during his time in the cave.

"Grandpa· No, what about you? Dormitory·"

But for some reason, the disciple replied with an awkward smile.

"He is strong. Hahaha·"

“···?”

"You'll know when you go. If you go..."

I'm sure he was strong, but for some reason I felt like he was avoiding answers.

"You'll see when you go."

Once Mu Jin felt at ease, he and his disciple headed to the Hall of Radiance.

“!!!”

I was faced with a scene I had never imagined.

The appearance of the prefectural light that is sucking the flower wine into the frozen meat on the main cheongmaru.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

As if he hadn't seen anything, the great disciple who dragged Mujin with him shouted his disbelief and went away.

"Hehehe... Come on· Mujin-ah·"

Bursting out laughing, Xuanguang picked up the frozen green onion meat with the chopsticks in his right hand.

"Grandpa!! What the hell is this?"

"You know it when you see it. Hehehe· He's taking care of himself."

In response to his confident answer, Mu Jin rushed to the main hall and snatched away the chopsticks and liquor bottle that Hyunguang was holding.

"The meat I was referring to was literally unseasoned! It's not a horrible thing with oil floating around!"

Mu Jin pointed his finger at Dong Fa Yuk and exclaimed, and Hyun Guang laughed heartily, and the Fa Qian next to him turned his head to the side in disbelief.

"Master!"

"Ahem· Because you want to eat it. I haven't spoken at all..."

Mu Jin asked as if he was dumbfounded by that fancy.

"Then let's say meat. What happened to alcohol? The patient is drinking!"

"Hehehe... Don't worry..."

At Mujin's nagging, Hyunguang smiled benevolently.

Suddenly, the qi that had been coming and going in the yard rushed towards the light of the sky.

Wheeeeeeing·

With the wind, the energy of the oil and spices of the liquor and winter onion meat that had formed on the shinshining body was blown away.

"Hehehe... I just enjoyed the atmosphere, and that's enough to blow it up."

“····”

Turning to Mujin, who was watching the scene with his mouth wide open, Hyunkwang said that it was not a big deal.

"What's the matter with this?"

Mu Jin stammered and asked, and the Fa Qian briefly explained what had happened.

The story of how he attained enlightenment and almost attained nirvana. The power outage is still broken, but the fact that he can now handle the natural keeper at will.

"So you'll be able to blow away the alcohol and the poisonous energy like that every time? Grandpa·"

"Hehehe... That's right..."

"How good will it be for me to be able to do something like that!?"

Mu Jin asked, his eyes flashing.

Come to think of it, it was a scene that often appeared in martial arts. It's a story about pushing the energy of alcohol into the air.

'If that's the case, I can drink!'

It wasn't just alcohol. Oily, spice-filled foods that are good for the mouth but bad for the body.

You will be able to eat the foods that you were forced to give up while living in hell again!

'Is it finally free from chicken breast shakes and chicken breast salads?'

Living in Hell Chang · It's not synonymous with giving up taste, but it's more of a synonym.

Of course, as a monk, he can't eat meat or drink alcohol.

'What do you know when you go out of Shaolin?'

Anyway, Mujin was going to leave Shaolin once he had improved his skills in order to see the ending of this novel.

"At the very least, I'll have to get to the point where I'm going to get rid of my drunkenness and venom."

Mujin had a more specific goal, and when Mujin asked, Hyunkwang answered with a smile that said he understood.

"Hehehe... You just have to get through the veins and reach a level where you can get to the point where you can get to the big veins."

* * *

That evening·

Mujin was wrestling with a few books in one corner of the room.

They were books that had been kept in the Pavilion, but they were not of particular importance, so the Third Disciple was able to borrow them.

They were just books written about the history of Shaolin and the history of Buddhism.

"Phew..."

After checking the contents to his satisfaction, Mujin closed the book and grabbed the sword and scissors.

* * *

The next morning·

Law Qian looked at Mu Jin with a puzzled face.

"I'm sure you brought me a cow and a pair of scissors yesterday. Why did you not cut your hair?"

Mujin replied to the question of the law.

"It's cut. Master·"

"Did you mean that it was cut?"

The lawyer asked as if he was dumbfounded.

I'm sure my head was clearer than when I had just returned from yesterday. The unruly hair has been cleaned up to some extent.

But I didn't shave my head.

Mu Jin pointed his hand to his head and replied to the law.

"Isn't it said that the act of cutting one's hair is to cut off one's ties with the world and return to the Buddha? I thought this was more certain than just shaving my head."

"Is that what it looks like?"

"Yes· Who would say that someone with such a head has a kite? In addition, we want to honor the will of the Buddha by engraved a swastika symbolizing the Buddha."

That's right.

To avoid baldness, Mujin wore an incredibly short two-block Mohican head with a swastika on the right side of his head.

“····”

Mu Jin's words left him speechless for a moment.

Even in modern times, if you wear hair like that, you will be a Yangachi· Or suspected of having Hongdae disease.

Of course, there is no one in the world who wears hair like that, and there are probably very few people who want to be close to someone with that kind of hair.

It was a hairstyle that was more clearly cut off from the world than the raven-haired monks.

"Hehehehehe... That's an interesting idea."

Just then· Hyunkwang, who was listening to the conversation between the two of them, burst out laughing.

Realizing that the will was more important than the law itself, Hyungwang, who had reached a high level, accepted Mujin's deviation.

In fact, it was ridiculous to argue with the hairstyle of a great-great-grandson from the standpoint of eating meat with alcohol.

But even if Hyunkwang respects Mujin's wishes... Not everyone in Shaolin was going to let Mu Jin's head go down.

In the afternoon,

When the law-lord Hyungong, who came to heal Hyunguang's body, saw Mujin's head, his eyes turned upside down.

"Yes, you man! How could a Shaolin disciple have such a haircut!"

Not only Hyungong, but also Hyedam and Hyuncheon, who came with him, were also ridiculous. It was especially surprising for Hyuncheon, who had told Mujin to cut his hair yesterday at the end of the slumber.

However, Mu Jin was not fainted by the angry voice of the county gong, and repeated what he had told the law.

The bizarre logic of a hairstyle that was decided to sever ties with the worldly world and honor the will of the Buddha.

"Do you really think that makes sense?"

Of course, it was not enough for the master of Shaolin Law.

"Hair is said to be a symbol of worldly desires, as it is called cotton or defilement! Cutting off your hair is a sign of your return to Buddhism!"

"Yes· That's why you cut your hair, didn't you?"

"That's the little bit of hair left! It means that you are foolish about your world!"

The prefect exclaimed, as if he couldn't accept Mujin's hairstyle. But Mujin couldn't give up on this.

It's been more than two years since I was dragged into the martial arts world.

I was finally realizing it. It's impossible to return to the world overnight.

Considering the story of the novel that Mu Jin knew, he would have spent at least more than a decade here.

Living like a Shaolin monk for all these years was nothing short of torture.

"An ending is an ending, but let's enjoy what we enjoy!"

It was Mujin who decided to make some compromises in order to survive more than a decade.

And hair was a compromise that Mujin could never compromise. Even more so from his point of view, which was dragged into the novel because of his hair loss.

That's why Mujin had precipitation.

"I understand that it was not only the hair that the Buddha cut from the Buddha, right?"

Mujin's words made Hyungong and Hyuncheon flinch.