Succession (2)

 

"If the reason for cutting your hair is to get rid of the defilement of trying to make your face visible to others... Shouldn't you shave off all the hair on your face?"

Mujin who says so is the prefectural and prefectural airwaves. Then he looked at the three of them in turn.

To be exact, the three of them have grown white beards and long, unkempt eyebrows.

"Hehehe... What shall you do? Priest of the Circle of Laws· I don't really want to cut it, but..."

And Hyunguang stroked his long white beard as if it were a matter of course, and looked at Hyungong.

When he is torn between the beard he has grown for decades and his role as a lawyer master.

Mu Jin added softly.

"If you look at the folding screen of the progenitor Dharma Master, you will see that the Dharma Master only shaved off the top of his head. Side and back of the head· And he had eyebrows and a beard. In the end, it's just important to cut ties with the world. What's the big deal about the shape?"

At Mujin's words, the prefect glanced at Mujin.

In the first place, what is the reason why all the sages can grow beards? This was because the Dharma Master, the progenitor, also had a beard.

From that point of view, Mujin's hairstyle was not much different from that of the Dharma Master.

Dharma Master with only the top of his head shaved off·

It's not a complete shave, but it's a mujin that shaves the sides and back of the head and puts a swastika on it.

Both of them had hairstyles that didn't even bother the world's gaze.

"Ahem· If you don't grow your hair any longer than that, I'll do it."

In the end, Hyungong, unable to give up his beard, had no choice but to give up Mujin's hairstyle.

It was Mujin who had two block Mohican scratch hair certified by the Lawyer.

* * *

At dawn the next day· The time when the three great disciples will train their bodies in the Monk Hall.

"Mu Mujin? What was that head?"

Stuttering like a broken soldier's toy, he asked. In fact, I was just asking questions on behalf of everyone. All the two great disciples, the three great disciples, and Huizheng in the hall were looking at Mu Jin's head.

"Oh... Didn't the monk tell you? This is the head that I received permission from the monk of the Dharma Temple."

“··· Did you mean it?"

He thought of the Shajo Prefecture he knew.

"It seems like a miracle that you're alive, let alone permissioned?"

The moment he was discovered, he might have burned his head with a brain kidney.

Mu Jin once again preached his logic to the reluctant Dharma Kang.

Anyway, the two great disciples and the third great disciple Huiyang around him were all listening together, so I was going to finish the explanation this time.

"Ahem· Is that why it is important to express that you have cut ties with the world and returned to the Buddha?"

"That's right..."

"That . . . Did the Master of the Present Realm accept it?"

"That's right..."

He had omitted to mention that he had threatened him with a beard and eyebrows, so it was still a reluctant reaction.

"Yes... If that's what you mean, that's what it is..."

However, he cannot argue with the judgment of the Lord of the Law.

In the end, when Fa Kang accepted Mu Jin's hairstyle, the two great disciples and the three great disciples around him couldn't help but shake their heads.

'There Was a Way to Do It!'

Some of the three great disciples were greatly impressed by Mujin's hairstyle.

The three disciples were about the age of middle and high school students in modern times, and some of them were still suffering from serious illnesses.

For such children, Mujin's unique hair was enough to provide uncanny inspiration.

Among them was Mu Gong, the heaviest of the three great disciples.

'Will Sajo allow it?'

Mu Endless is that heavy and silent ideology. Remembering Hyedam, he shivered uncharacteristically.

However, I wonder if it was because the illness of the second illness was stronger than the fear of Sazo.

'Yes! You just have to memorize the logic with which Mujin persuaded the Lord of the Law! I'm trying to convince you!'

Mu Gong smiled as he imagined himself verbally convincing Sajo in his head.

'What kind of hairstyle should I try?'

I hadn't even started persuading him yet, and I was just letting my imagination run wild.

And besides the palace, there were other three great disciples with similar smiles all over the hall.

However, Mu Jin didn't care at all how his head affected his Shaolin comrades.

There was something in the theater that caught Mujin's eye, so he didn't have time to pay attention to such trivial matters.

"Oooooooo

While Mujin has been trapped in a cave for a month, The exercise equipment that I had asked Hyunsung to do was ready.

Mujin, as always, first warmed up lightly with muscle lengthening surgery, and then went to the sidelines. Began a full-fledged workout.

Beside such Mujin, Mugung and Mukyung Muyul, who were suddenly curious to approach the East Sea, were together.

"Mujin! What is this thing for?"

"I put it in the theater a few days ago, but the monk said he didn't know how to use it..."

Mu Yul and Mu Kyung's question was answered by Mu Jin with a grin.

"What's the matter? Tire· No, it's a rubber ring."

Of course, in a world without cars, I didn't exactly mean the "tires."

It was made by making steel into the shape of a wheel and then melting natural rubber on top of it.

After answering, Mu Jin bent his waist and lower body as if to demonstrate, grabbed the bottom of the upper bridge with his hand, and lifted it as hard as he could.

"Whoops!"

Mu Jin lifted the huge upper bridge wheel and held on to it, then carefully let go of it.

Kung!

The weighty upper bridge made a heavy sound and fell back to the floor of the theater.

"It weighs roughly two hundred and fifty pounds (150 kilograms)?"

"What two hundred and fifty years!?"

Mu Jin muttered with a satisfied smile at the weight, and Mu Qing, who was watching from the side, exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph· I can lift a steel rod worth two hundred and fifty pounds. I'd rather have it harder..."

Mujin laughed at the bravado of the infinity and replied.

"If you're going to pick it up once or twice, you shouldn't do this exercise..."

Mujin lifted the upper bridge wheel again and turned it around.

"I'm going to keep rolling like this and go around the theater..."

What Mujin was doing was an exercise called tire flipping.

"Unlike the steel rod, this one has to use all the strength of its body to lift... It's a full-body workout. In addition, the shape is wide and round, so the weight balance fluctuates every time you lift it. That's why the distribution of power is different every time. There's nothing like it to train your muscles and power distribution all over your body."

Tire flips weren't exercises that meticulously built up each particular muscle. Instead, it was a great full-body workout.

"Phew..."

After explaining to the trio, Mujin continued to turn the upper bridge wheel over and walk out of the theater.

After walking around the theater, Mujin's body was dripping with sweat like rain.

"Come on... Sounds easy, doesn't it? Let's listen to it this time..."

"Hmph· Do you think I can't?"

Mu Mu Mu, who still had the desire to win with Mu Jin, began to lift the upper bridge wheel after Mu Jin.

"If you get caught using an internal attack, you'll get ten hits in the back of the head..."

"You think I'm such a nasty bastard!?"

As expected, his natural size and strength were not going anywhere, he even replied by lifting the two hundred and fifty pounds of upper bridge at once.

After watching the scene for a while, Mujin turned around and headed somewhere.

It wasn't meant to relax. On the contrary, it was to prevent the heat from subsiding while resting.

Where he turned, an iron rod towered high.

It was too oddly large to be called an iron bar. It was about 3 meters tall and four feet high.

Mujin used a leather belt and a rope to hang the weight disc around his waist. Holding the rope in the center of the tall iron bar with both hands, he said.

"Whoops!"

Using the grip strength of both hands and the strength of the arms, I began to climb the rope.

"Wow! It's going to be fun!!"

The Muyul guy, who was watching the scene from below, had his eyes shining brightly.

He was like a monkey, so he seemed interested in rope climbing.

Whether he did or not, Mujin moved his hands alternately as he climbed up the rope.

Gloves were usually worn for rope walking. If you withstood gravity with the grip of your hands and the friction of the rope, you were likely to get abrasions and burns on your hands.

However, Mujin, who had already started to learn the iron cloth ginseng and had been doing it for more than a year, had no major problems with his bare hands. This is despite the fact that he wears a weight disc around his waist.

Mujin climbed the rope to the end of the bar, and instead of going down right away, he clung to it.

In that state, he lifted his legs to form a "乚" shape on his body, and then twisted his upper and lower body from side to side using his abdominal and core strength.

After I had ample my abs and core, I did a few pull-ups to finish and then climbed back down to the rope to the ground.

"Phew..."

Thump·

With a deep breath, he untied the disc from his leather belt, and his body felt lighter.

"Do you want to try it?"

"Mmmm!"

"You're a little lacking in strength, so don't tie this up, just climb bareback and you'll be fine..."

Before Mujin's words could fall, Mu Yul began to climb the rope.

It was a monkey-like move.

"Do you have any posterior tickets other than the bachelor's mark?"

If there was, Mu Yul was very good for him.

'Or do you make it yourself later?'

The problem was that he was a stonehead, but I felt like if I just acted like he wanted, it would be my successor.

Mu Jin laughed once, thinking of Mu Yul using the back circle in his head, and then moved again.

In addition to the iron rods and the upper bridge, there were many other new tools left.

And the objects had generally similar characteristics.

These are the tools you see in CrossFit rather than the gym.

"Anyway, if you try to increase the size of your muscles here, it will only hinder your ability to use martial arts."

With the training of the past two years, both flexibility and strength are on track to some extent.

That's why Mujin started CrossFit, a function-oriented training that involves performing a variety of movements, instead of a fitness program that specializes in increasing muscle size.

* * *

A few days later·

A hall located in Shaolin Temple·

Hyedam, who boasted the size of the statue of the Four Heavenly Kings, thrust the sword into his son-in-law, Mugung, without saying a word.

It didn't mean that I should commit suicide. It was time to cut her hair.

Gulp·

Mu Gong, who was staring at him without saying a word, swallowed a dry saliva and opened his mouth carefully.

"Sajo· Why do we shave our heads?"

At the nonsense, Hyedam raised her eyebrows slightly. Of course, his mouth was still tight.

Encouraged by this, Mugung began to tease his mouth excitedly. The bizarre logic Mujin told me a few days ago.

"When monks shave their heads, it is to make a commitment to themselves to break with the world! So, as long as you can remind yourself that you have taken refuge in Buddhism, you don't have to shave your head! For example..."

Was it because of the idea of refuting the idea of refuting the idea of Hyedam for the first time? His mouth moved incessantly.

I didn't see Mu Gung who was so absorbed in his own logic (although this was what he heard from Mujin). The fact that there was a streak of blood on her forehead.

Only Mu Gong's teacher, Fa Hui, who was next to him on behalf of Mu Gong, realized his master's anger and sighed.

"Dharma Hui·"

Then· Hui Dam, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly called out the name of the law.

"Yes Master!"

"Catch me..."

"Yes!"

Answering in a tone of military cheer, Dharma Hui approached the back of Mu Gong, who was constantly talking uncharacteristically.

"Master Su!?"

As it was, I tied up the limbs of the infinite.

It wasn't until his limbs were tied that he came to his senses, and what he saw was Hyedam, still holding out his hand to his head with a nonchalant expression.

"Hee-hee-ik..."

As the blade of his hand, which was full of red handwriting, approached his skull, Mu Wu let out a grotesque scream.