Succession (4)

 

"Huh? It looks like you'd like to hear my story. Uhhhh

Hye-kwan threw a joke fishy, but inside he was in awe.

'Huh· You're better than the ones in the Annihilation Battalion."

It wasn't about skill. No matter how good Mujin is, he has just become a third-generation disciple. His skill was no match for those in the Annihilation Battalion.

What surprised Hye-kwan was her patience.

As long as you are human, if you are beaten, you will be filled with evil and venom. Or you can get discouraged and curl up your tail.

However, Mujin persevered and did not make the mistake of moving recklessly in anger.

Even when Hye-kwan attacked him with a cowardly move, such as throwing sand with his foot in a way that didn't look like a master.

"In the midst of all this, you've been refining your martial arts..."

Mujin tried to fix the gap every time he was beaten by him. The more I sparred, the tighter the gap became.

'Hmph· He's got a taste for bullying."

The more I bullied him, the better he got, the more I wanted to bully him.

* * *

I don't know if it's sparring or harassment, but I've been waiting for a few times.

Pushing Mujin away with one more slap, Hyekwan took it to wear with the bottle in his right hand and clicked his tongue lightly.

"Tsk· The excitement has cooled..."

He was so absorbed in teaching Mujin that he had run out of alcohol.

Hye-kwan spoke to the disciple who was watching the sparring from the side.

"It's the law..."

"Yes· Master·"

"I'll leave the sparring after this to you. Sparring with this guy might help you a little bit..."

"Understood... Master·"

"And I'm going to wake up the one who is resting on his back pretending to faint and join me..."

Before Hyekwan's words fell, Mukyung's body on the floor flinched.

"Hmph... Only cute Jeju is increasing. Mukyung-ah·"

"Don't worry about disturbing the sparring..."

Standing up urgently, Mu Kyung's words made Hye Kwan laugh and flung himself onto the roof of the hall.

"Mu Jin has been sparring with me for quite some time, so first of all, Dharma Hye and Mu Kyung. And behind him, Dharma Hye and Mu Jin· Mujin and Mukyung again· Let's take turns sparring with the three of you."

Saying that, Hyekwan suddenly had a new bottle of wine in his hand. It was hidden in a gap in the roof of the hall.

"Let's get started..."

He shouted as if he were being judged, then uncorked his new bottle and took a sip.

And before Hye-kwan's order could fall, Law-hye rushed at Mu-kyung.

"Hmph..."

Mu Kyung, who was lying down and resting, fended off Dharma's attacks with a natural martial arts combo in contrast to his weird screams.

And when Dharma Hye pushed Mu Kyung appropriately, Mu Kyung's tense body relaxed, and he began to fight back from time to time.

"Ugh!"

Then, when the madness finally set in. With a loud 'pop!' she slapped him in the stomach.

After being hit by a good blow, Mu Qing fell to the ground again.

"Tsk... It's still a long way off..."

Hye-kwan and Dharma-hye had a simple way to cure Mu-kyung's madness.

It cultivates a sense of practice through sparring, and at the same time, it knocks out like that every time a mania kicks in.

Humans are animals after all, so if you keep accumulating the same experiences, you will be careful without realizing it.

But that didn't mean they were all ignorant about it. In addition, he mainly learned the internal attack method and martial arts imbued with the power of anti-demon.

This was a characteristic of the entire Annihilation Corps, partly to deal with the demons, but also to fight and win against their own Simma.

As a result, the most unscrupulous group in Shaolin was the most advanced among their peers in anti-demon qigong.

Therefore, if he was beaten every time he showed such madness, and if he trained the Anti-Demon Qigong every day, one day he would be able to control his madness on his own.

And then?

"Until that happens, I'll have to beat you up. Sason· Uhhh

Hye-kwan smiled mischievously and took a sip of her drink, and the sparring between Law-hye and Moo-jin began.

Perhaps because he had exchanged dozens of matches with him a while ago, Mujin's martial arts were a little more refined than when he first sparred with himself.

"You're ridiculous..."

Hyekwan muttered in a voice so small that the people in the yard couldn't hear him, and a voice behind him responded.

"Hehehe... The monk thinks so."

“!?”

Hye-kwan, who didn't even feel the slightest hint of anyone approaching, looked back at her life without realizing it.

"I'm looking to see you."

And when Hye-kwan realized that the being that appeared behind her was Hyun-kwang, she hurriedly raised the law. The life that I had unknowingly exhaled had also been torn apart in an instant.

Did you feel that life or not?

Hyunkwang just took a step forward with a blank face and slumped down on the seat next to Hyekwan.

"Hyekwan-ah..."

"Yes four hundred-sir."

Hyekwan replied to Hyunkwang's call in a very polite tone.

This was quite a surprise. Ever since he became the head of the Annihilation Battalion, Hui Guan has never shown the utmost respect to anyone in Shaolin.

Even to the master of the law, who has the power to put him in penance, and to the head of the chamber, who is in charge of all the affairs of Shaolin.

But there was someone who couldn't bear to be rude, no matter how much of a hyekwan he was... He was the Bright Light.

Hye-kwan was given a life-saving silver by Hyun-kwang.

More than thirty years ago, when the Demon Cult's Star Brigade came to Shaolin. Hye-kwan was a bronze monk who had just been selected as the third disciple.

The level of the squad was too good for Hye-kwan to deal with, and the way they spewed out their vicious flesh was terrifying to the young Hye-kwan.

That's why Hyun-kwang's back, which stood alone against the terrifying detachments, came as a hero to Hye-kwan.

On that day, the hero was seriously injured because of himself. Aiming for Hye-kwan, he took the attack of the star squad and met it instead.

Even now, Hyekwan remembers that scene with good recollection.

The figure of Hye Guan, who was covered in blood as he struggled to protect the Shaolin disciples, who were weak in their realms.

That's why Hyekwan voluntarily became a squirrel.

To repay the favor of that time· To repent of the past self who was devoured by fear. To punish the damn demons who hurt the hero·

And the benefactor who saved him, the eternal hero, the Hundred of Hyeon-gwang, said to him:

"Hehehe... Can you give me a cup for the monk?"

"As much as you want to the Four Hundred . Yes? Do you mean the number of liquors?"

Hyekwan, who had been answering thoughtlessly and reflexively, asked in a perplexed tone.

"Hmm? Was that alcohol? I know everybody said it was water."

With that, Hyunkwang held out his hand, and the bottle wrapped around the Naturekeeper slipped out of Hyekwan's hand and flew into Hyunkwang's hand.

Boom Boom ·

"Hehehe... It's very tasty."

Hyunkwang, who had taken a sip of the flower, smiled and said, and Hyekwan looked at Hyunkwang with an expression that could neither do this nor that. His face looked like he was smiling and crying.

Facing Hye-kwan, Hyun-kwang smiled and said,

"Are you alright?"

"Nothing... What do you mean?"

"Anything..."

“··· It's bearable."

At Hyekwan's answer, Hyunkwang shook his head with a benevolent face.

"Yes... If so, it was done. I'm going to go where you want to go..."

Since then, the two have taken turns gulping down the shipper without much conversation.

In the meantime, the sparring between Dharma Hye and Mu Jin ended, followed by Mu Jin and Mu Kyung starting to spar together.

"Hyekwan-ah..."

"Yes· Four hundreds..."

"Will you be able to see her often in the future?"

"Mu Jinyi?"

Hye-kwan asked in a puzzled tone, and Hyun-kwang replied, looking at Mu-jin and Mu-kyung's sparring.

"That child has mastered the martial arts of Shaolin, but he is on his own path. It's a road that no one has traveled, and it's a road that is not safe. Simma might come to visit you. So can you often take care of a child named Mu Qing?"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to teach than me?"

Hyekwan didn't offer any resistance when Hyunkwang took over his back or snatched the bottle from his hand.

He didn't know how the sickly Radiant had regained his exaltation, but he could easily guess that the level of Radiant was higher than his own.

In response to Hyekwan's question, Hyunkwang replied with a mixed expression of various emotions.

"I think it's too early for me to teach her 'directly.'"

"Oh..."

Hyekwan didn't have a hard time understanding what Hyunkwang was saying. Even he couldn't fathom the realm of the light now. Even if such a Hyunguang were to teach Mujin, would Mujin still be able to accept Hyunguang's teachings?

Of course, you may be able to understand and remember things with your head. However, true enlightenment is not something that is remembered with the head, but by the mind and body.

The enlightenment that I remembered only in my head was not enlightenment, but only words.

There were several other reasons why Hyunkwang asked Hyekwan to do this.

For example, it was to solve the problem that the child had spent so much time treating himself that he was unable to get along with the rest of Shaolin.

Last time, he left it to Hye-geol and Mu-yul, and this time, he was going to leave it to Hye-kwan and Moo-kyung.

But Hyunkwang didn't bother to talk about it.

Instead, Xuanguang watched Mu Qing and Mu Jin's sparring with each other, and he had a happy expression on his face.

"Isn't that great?"

"Yes· Four hundreds..."

Hye-kwan, who always had a mischievous and somewhat squishy face, looked at the children with an expression similar to Hyun-kwang's today.

Ten or twenty years from now, those children will inherit the spirit of Hyekwan and Hyunkwang. It will be the pillar of Shaolin·

In the yard, Dharma Hye and Mu Kyung Mujin sparring together. On the roof of the hall, Hyunkwang and Hyekwan exchanged bottles of liquor and watched the scene.

It was like a painting.

····

The fact that he is drinking at Shaolin Temple·

"Eeeeeeeeee

Except for the fact that the madness is pounded by Mujin's fist and he is fainting.

* * *

On the other hand, at that time·

Located on one side of Shaolin Temple, the hall ·

There, written as Chubo Hall, an old monk and a middle-aged monk were conversing with bitter faces.

"Master· At this rate, there may not be enough food for the disciples in the winter."

"Huh... So you really shouldn't have a candidate next year?"

The Chubo Party was the party that managed the Shaolin budget. And the two who were having this needy conversation were Ji Hye, the head of the Chubo Party, and his disciple Hye Min.

Famous green onion · Shaolin·

It might seem ridiculous that Shaolin couldn't feed his disciples because he didn't have money to eat, but Shaolin wasn't very wealthy compared to other schools.

Because of their impartial banner, they did not have a separate financial book, unlike other schools and segas.

It's just a small amount of money offered by visitors to Shaolin. And the money sent by the secular clans was the only source of income.

In particular, Shaolin did not forcibly take money from the secular clans in accordance with their banner.

Shaolin was so frugal and had a long tradition that many people sent money, so that was more than enough.

That is, if only a few problems were not involved.

"Apparently, I spent too much money on that child named Mujin. Master·"

"Uh-huh... It was helpful for the development of Shaolin. How could I refuse it?"

That is, the purchase of a large amount of exercise equipment. On top of that, I bought tools for the treatment of the light and the money flowed out one after another.

But there was a real problem.

"Isn't it more a matter of how little money has been sent by the Inner Family Sect this year?"

“····”

It was a donation from the Inner Family.

Last year, the amount of money was reduced, and this year, it was reduced by another three, so the amount of money coming in in two years has decreased by almost half.