Seasons (2)

 

White Treasure Priesthood ·

It was literally a punch that struck a distance of a hundred paces.

In fact, it was a hundred paces, and that was about 4~50 meters long, and it was about 4~50 meters long.

Even if you have reached the point where you can radiate your qi outward, it is only natural that the farther away you are from your body, the more difficult it becomes to deal with it.

Manipulating qi with such precision over such a distance required such a complex and subtle study.

So, naturally, the Hundred Treasure Priesthood was one of the seventy kinds of Shaolin.

'Can I learn it?'

Mujin thought about it for a moment.

Ever since he first woke up from Mujin's body, he'd always worried about it.

I was worried about whether I would be able to interpret and understand the complex essence of the so-called feasts and gods.

He was not the real protagonist of the novel, Mujin, but Choi Kang-hyuk, who lived in the modern age.

He couldn't imagine himself being enlightened by the sound of the clouds.

But·

"Phew· You can't escape it forever. And with my grandfather's help, I might be able to do it."

He thought that if Hyungwang could explain the point, even if he lacked the slightest ability, he would be able to master it.

"I'd like to ask you to teach. Grandpa·"

"Hehehe... So that I can do it."

Mu Jin said with a courtesy gesture from the prefect, and Hyun Guang burst out laughing.

* * *

The first training of the White Treasure Priesthood was to memorize the Essence of the Brother.

The White Treasure Priesthood subdivided the simple act of smashing the regime into fifteen stages, each of which went through a complex process of betting.

Further, the subdivisions had to be connected naturally in one movement, rather than being disjointed.

The good news is that...

"I'm glad Grandpa Hyunkwang has cleared up all the questions..."

The filthy convoluted sums were all too obviously written in profanity. However, instead of telling Mujin to interpret it on his own, Hyunguang explained every sentence and told Mujin about it.

It was a booklet of the Hundred Treasure Priesthood, but if I were to write down all the contents of the summons, it would be enough for four or five books.

Mu Jin then transcribed all the key points that Hyun Kwang had told him on a piece of paper, and made an interpretation of the White Treasure Priesthood, and memorized it very sweetly.

If you can't solve a math problem with a genius mind, you should just memorize the solution by heart.

Over the course of a few days, my brother and I had a hard time. Mujin, who had memorized all the key answers, continued to punch the air from that day on, except for the time to train his muscles.

At first, it was incredibly slow.

I had to make a bet on four or five books in just one regime run.

Despite the incredibly slow unfolding, there were far more mistakes than when the bets were executed correctly.

How long did it take him to punch in the air until he got used to the way he was so good at betting?

A month passed, and when Mujin was seventeen,

Mujin is a slow and dripping affair, but at least he has become accustomed to the essence of the White Treasure Priesthood so that he does not make mistakes in the management of bets.

"Phew· Now I have to connect it so that it doesn't break."

Three more months passed after that, and a cold winter came to Songshan.

Mujin was able to unfold the White Treasure Priesthood at the speed of a normal regime scream. The movement was also uninterrupted.

Every time Mujin struck a ticket, his fists burst with golden energy.

But it wasn't a force worthy of the name White Treasure Priesthood.

The wind he spewed could only fly at a distance of three ships at most. To put it bluntly, it felt like the Yibo Priesthood.

Hyunkwang, who had been watching the training for four months, opened his mouth.

"Hehehe... It seems that you have become accustomed to the previous volume of the White Treasure Priesthood, so now you should learn the second volume."

"Did you have a back ticket?"

"Don't worry. The second volume only has a gist. It's not really tied to my brother."

Instead, it omitted the fact that the key was longer and more complicated.

If the content of the entire volume is about the inner air of the body that is operated according to the complex essence and exudes it strongly.

The content of the second volume was a key to sending the bets that spewed out according to the summaries of the previous volume farther, stronger, and faster.

Mu Jin once again transcribed the summaries of the second volume of the White Treasure Priesthood and the solution to the book on a piece of paper, and memorized it month-by-month.

And he tried to control the energy that had sprung out from the White Treasure Priesthood according to its essence.

While I was repeating my training, spring came.

He practiced in the early hours of the morning and in the evening. The rest of the time, he kept throwing punches into the air.

Then, he used so much energy that when the hall was empty, he would turn on the patriarchal seat and meditate.

Even as he meditated, all he could think about was the White Treasure Priesthood. He imagined himself unfolding the White Treasure Priesthood from a third person's point of view.

Contemplating himself in the world of images, he would relive the sensation of the energy emanating far away from his realm.

And so, time passed again, and when the warm sun shone down on Songshan,

"Suck it!"

The rock, which was twenty paces away, was shattered by Mujin's exhalation.

Hyunguang, who was watching the situation, clapped his hands with a happy expression.

"Hehehe... The White Treasure Priesthood was enough."

If the goal was to succeed in the White Treasure Priesthood, there was still a long way to go. The farther away he could be, the more arduous and lengthy training he would have to go through before he could move on to the next level.

However, the purpose of telling Mujin about the Hundred Treasure Priesthood was not to defeat the enemy at a distance of a hundred paces.

"Now, let's apply the essence and the sense that we have learned through the White Treasure Priesthood to your martial arts."

Mujin's purpose was to expand the range of energy that was confined to his hands and feet, creating a self-defense mechanism that protected the entire body.

After adding the power of the self-defense and the jade gold gong to the ignorant light attack of the profanity god, he launched a six-bullet charge. Overwhelming the opponent with overwhelming strength was Mujin's way of doing.

And this time, too, it was Mujin who received great help from Hyunkwang.

He explained how to dissolve the essence of the White Treasure Priesthood in the right place in various movements.

With the help of Xuanguang, Mu Jin tried to familiarize himself with the martial arts of his own, which had melted some of the essence of the Hundred Treasure Priesthood.

Time passed, and in the spring of the following year,

Finally, the time has come for the Wulin Tournament to be held.

* * *

Thirty-eight years ago· When the Demon Cult invaded the Central Plains·

The Orthodox faction formed a coalition called the Wulin League (武林盟) to oppose Ma Qi. And after nearly a year of war, the coalition succeeded in driving out the demon cult.

But maybe it's because he drove out the public enemy, the Demon Cult. As time passed, the name of the Wulin Meng became less and less famous.

In the past, there have been several cases where political factions have united to prevent the invasion of foreign forces such as the Safa and the Black Demon Cult.

Each time, the political factions united under the name of the Wulin League, as if they claimed to be the legitimate masters of the Murim League, and after the war, the group would naturally disappear.

But this time was different.

Perhaps because they have repeated a similar history every time, the idea of maintaining a coalition instead of creating a coalition after the invasion has arisen.

And in order to maintain the declining Confederacy, they began thirty years ago by holding great unity conferences every ten years.

Since it was a unity conference held by the Wulin League, it was called the Wulin Conference.

There were various events at the Moorim Congress, but the most significant event was the Yongfeng Branch Meeting, where we could identify the late indices who will lead the political faction in the future.

As it was a contest to identify the talents who would lead the future political faction, the Dragon Seal Branch was a small competition ground for prestigious factions and big families.

Naturally, each clan sent its most talented late exponents to the competition.

And Shaolin was no different.

The current Shaolin master, the sage master and the elders, gathered together, and after a solemn meeting, the four disciples were ready to leave Shaolin.

* * *

A hall of Shaolin Temple·

Hyegal was looking at her son with a happy expression.

"Heheheh..."

Muyul's smiling chestnut head was always carved with a picture of a leopard instead of a snake.

It was a drawing that Hye-gal herself had carved into when she had done her hair a while ago.

After a year and a half of training, he has mastered all the marks.

The case of mastering the mark at the age of only eighteen is one of the thousand-year history of Shaolin.

'Hahaha· It was like hell when he taught me the keynotes, but after all, once he got the hang of it, he was the one who was the most free to do it."

Compared to his superior senses and animal-like physical abilities, he is overly inferior to his five senses· At the time, when I repeated the same problem dozens of times and hundreds of thousands of times to make up for it, it was really a taste of death.

However, once he got the hang of it, he would perform his feats at a level that no genius would have.

So she confidently said to her son-in-law.

"Mu Yul-ah· If you are the one who is able to make a name for ourselves in this Wulin competition, you will be able to make a name for ourselves and the name of the Shaolin Five Realms!"

"Heheh... Really?"

"Cancer! Absolutely!"

"So I'm going to win?"

Hye-gal, who had been answering Mu Yul's sunny question vigorously, flinched.

"If the matchup is good, why don't you go all the way to the final?"

As she replied, the face of a certain disciple appeared in her mind.

On the subject of the Three Great Disciples, who are only eighteen years old, there is a monster that has already surpassed the level of the Second Great Disciples. It existed in Shaolin·

* * *

"Don't be excited about joining the Dragon Seal Branch..."

"Yes· Sajo-sama·"

To Hyedam's blunt advice, Mugung also replied in a blunt tone.

Looking at her calm appearance, she thought of the impression that she was satisfied with herself.

Of course, his expression was still sullen.

"The Wulin Tournament will be a great experience for you."

I've been with you for the past three and a half years. What he needed most was self-esteem and self-confidence.

It is possible to be swayed by such emotions and become arrogant or make reckless mistakes, but the probability of making such a mistake is very low, thanks to the three and a half years of steady cultivation of immobility.

On the contrary, Mugung was a child who had a tendency to strengthen his immobility through such self-esteem.

Therefore, if he can meet and fight against the late masters of other sects in this Wulin Tournament, it will be of great help to Mu Gong.

From that point of view...

"Do I have to hope for good luck?"

Hyedam had to come up with an idea that didn't seem like it.

There was a child in Shaolin who wished that Mu Gong would not meet if possible.

* * *

"Go and beat up the guys you don't like. Uh-huhh

Speaking in his usual gruff manner, Hyekwan took a sip of his drink.

"But you can't kill anyone..."

“··· Do you think I'm a priest?"

Mu Kyung grunted in response to Hye Kwan's joke.

The guy who used to be so timid has changed his personality in a strange way.

After three and a half years of being beaten up in the name of cultivation, it was strange that I didn't get crooked.

But Hye-kwan didn't regret her way of cultivating.

It turned into something of a squeaky grunt feeling, but at least it rarely turned into madness anymore.

Instead of having personalities come and go like a double personality, it felt like the two personalities were mixed together, so Hyekwan thought that it was better now than in the past.

'Hmph· That's enough."

He was such a genius that he didn't have anything to worry about.

Unfortunately, the strength of the summoning group increased the wager in the five stars, and thanks to the constant training of the body with the cultivation method of Mujin, he gained great wings.

"I'm just going to finish runner-up..."

"Aren't you supposed to tell them to win?"

In response to Mukyung's answer, Hyekwan pointed somewhere with a moderate chin gesture, as if he didn't want to answer with words.

It was in the direction of the abode of the light of the light.

"I don't know if you'll be able to get through it in the future, but I don't think so... Amitabha Buddha·"

"Please support me a little, even if it's just with words..."

"Yes... I'll pray to the Buddha that Mujin won't meet him until the finals. Uh-huhh

Laughing fishy, Hyekwan thought.

My son is a genius. From that point of view, how can I describe Mujin?

'Mutations? Monsters?'

Thinking of such a thought, Hyekwan smiled and looked at his arm without realizing it.

It was the part where he had been sparring with Mujin a while ago.

"I didn't expect a guy named Taisa Son of the Four Hundred to use such an ignorant martial art..."

In the end, he won, but he did his best to subdue him.

It was called the Anti-Demon Immortal and the evil people living in the Middle Plains were able to bring out his power by only eighteen children.

It was more difficult because I had to subdue them instead of killing them.