End and Beginning (1)

 

‘··· It's nothing compared to my grandfather's, but..."

Looking at the cluster of stars he had created, Mu Jin took a deep breath and straightened his posture.

A strange sense of weakness came to my whole body thanks to the sudden slap in the face of a single regime.

In fact, it was also an internal attack, but it was also an aftereffect of the internal attack operation that excluded "stability".

"After all, is there a limit to what can be stably unfolded?"

If they exceeded the first time, they were more likely to suffer from after-effects.

And this sudden anomaly· If you take out all the inner cavity of the ginn, you will probably be able to use the bones and muscles of your whole body after using it. It looked like I was going to have a big problem with my intestines.

"This is the limit of increasing power..."

It was Mujin who cultivated the light and the regime but did not stop eating and drinking.

Thanks to this, he had now reached the level beyond the human realm of the three generations and two thousand that he had initially targeted.

As anyone who has ever exercised knows, not everyone will gain weight by repeating the weight of the skin.

There was talent in the muscles, so from Choi Kang-hyuk's point of view, The body of the protagonist of the novel, "Mujin", was a body that was gifted with extraordinary talents.

It is indeed a body that has been perfected after years of professional cultivation of the body of talent, which is not a pity to describe it as "Heaven and Heaven Body".

In other words, it was no longer necessary to make a concerted effort to maintain it, let alone to develop it.

But that didn't mean it wasn't possible to grow.

Now, like other ordinary Murim people, they can attain special "enlightenment" and raise their realms. Or there was another way.

When Mujin was thinking about the future...

"Hehehe... That's great."

Xuanguang, who had been watching Mu Jin's power from the side, said with a benevolent smile.

Mujin, who had collected himself and his body, took the prefect for the light of the eye.

"Thanks to my grandfather's teachings..."

"Hehehe... The regime seems to be in place now. Now all that's left for you to do is to incorporate what you've learned so far into your other movements."

“····”

Mujin didn't respond to Hyunguang's words for a moment.

Mujin's idea of how to become stronger was also in line with what Hyunguang had said.

With his own five voices, he will not be able to attain the same enlightenment as others.

Even though he had the same idea as Hyunguang, there was another reason why Mujin couldn't answer.

‘··· You are saying that you can no longer teach me."

Mujin stared at him silently, and Hyunguang, who had been looking at Mujin softly, opened his mouth.

"Haven't you been frustrated with this for a year and a half?"

Mujin shook his head.

"I was grateful and happy."

Even though he was just with Hyunkwang, Mujin felt like something had been washed away from the depths of his heart.

Grandpa and grandmother who raised me as an orphan.

When I was in high school, I left my grandfather without being able to do anything. I thought I had no choice but to do it because I was a student at the time.

When I was a soldier I couldn't go home because I was participating in training, so I left my grandmother in vain.

At the time, I thought it was best to just earn money and support my grandmother.

I couldn't be with you on the last day of my departure, I couldn't take care of you.

Without even realizing it· It remained one of the Tenchu ·

Mujin also knew. Hyunkwang is not a paternal grandparent. It's just vicarious gratification.

However, after the loss of her paternal grandmother, Mujin had no adult to tell her the direction of her life.

He had to fend for himself.

For Mujin, Hyunkwang was the first adult he had met since his paternal grandmother left. The kind of adult who can embrace oneself ·

And most of all·

"I'm sure my grandparents want me to be comfortable."

Maybe it's because I've washed away a little bit of the cold... At some point, such a thought began to come to mind naturally.

Looking at Mujin's face, which was much more relaxed than when he first met him as a disciple, Hyunguang smiled softly.

"Hehehe... Thank you for treating this ugly monk as a tribute. Would it be okay if this ugly monk asked you one last favor?"

"Anything..."

"I'm going to ask you for Shaolin..."

“··· At least as long as I live, Shaolin won't fall."

I didn't want to tell him a lie, so I said that. I didn't know until I saw the end of the novel.

But why? Hyunguang shook his head at Mujin's answer.

"To this ugly monk, you are also Shaolin. So Mujin must be unharmed, too."

“··· I'll do that."

Did you like the answer this time? Hyunguang shook his head with a benevolent smile.

Then he closed his eyes, rolled the beads in his hand, and began to chant softly.

"Namu Amitabha Buddha · Bodhisattva of the Great Shadows·"

Naturals gather around the chanting light like a tailwind.

The energies began to envelop the glow and emit a faint golden light.

Plop·

Mujin began to bow very slowly to the light of the cloud.

It wasn't a Buddhist temple.

'Take a look. Grandpa·'

It was just a way to thank my departed paternal grandparents for teaching and nurturing me.

* * *

When Mujin finished bowing with sincerity and stood up·

There was no sign of the light left.

It's just the remnants of the subtle golden glow that Hyungwang created, and the lyrics that Hyungwang was wearing. And only the facts tell us that he was here.

“····”

When I stared blankly at the remnants for a moment. There was a series of small footsteps.

Mu Jin looked back and saw the Shaolin elders.

Seeing the splendor created by the shenanigans, they all looked disheveled, as if they had rushed over.

"Has anything happened to you?"

In response to the question of the room manager who was standing in the front, Mujin replied in a calm tone.

“··· He has become a holy Buddha."

Mujin's answer made some people sob, while others let out a small shout.

"It seems that the Great Brother has finally succeeded in abandoning all his foolishness..."

"Yes· Monk Chief·"

Somehow, he managed to deduce it.

If someone else had heard that he was a "holy Buddha," he might have thought he was just dead.

Monks dream of the Holy Buddha and monks dream of the Sacred Buddha, but they are just dreams.

In most people's minds, the Holy Fire and the Allegory Lantern were nothing more than rhetoric to describe the time when the highly virtuous were dead.

However, Hyungwang had already been on the verge of becoming a holy Buddha in the past.

It was as if the Holy Buddha had already proved that it was indeed possible.

"Did the Grand Master go away in peace?"

"Lastly, you asked for Shaolin... Then he walked away with a relaxed look on his face."

“··· We've been holding on to the Great Brother. Amitabha Buddha·"

After saying that, Ambassador Xuanchen was silent for a moment and collected his heart.

Then, with his eyes wide open, the Ambassador said...

"The Great Priest has reached the Holy Buddha, which is the dream of all Buddhists. If we mourn on such a blessed day, how sorrowful will the great brother, who believed in us and departed, mourn?"

Did he think Ambassador Hyuncheon's words were right? The old monks, who had gloomy faces, took a deep breath and collected their hearts.

"You're right. Monk Chief·"

"Amitabha Buddha· It's the day when a new Buddha was born, so let's prepare a lantern. Monk Chief·"

The old monks began to scramble to prepare for the banquet.

To hold a ceremony for small celebrations and farewells befitting Shaolin·

* * *

Shaolin didn't want to make a big splash across the continent.

It was just an internal matter of Shaolin and was planned to be handled in a small way.

But at least those who had some connection with Hyunkwang were told the news.

And the first people to come to Shaolin were Liu Zhiguang, the master of the Tianyu Upper Stream, and his mother, Yan Jiahui. And they were Liu Xuehua and Liu Xuelong's brother and sister.

Mujin led them to the abode of the Manifestation, where a new tower had been built that had never existed before.

And they were welcomed by Mujin's nominal teacher and son-in-law of Hyunguang.

He was in charge of the musculoskeletal treatment clinic on behalf of Mu Jin, so he had been living in Deng Feng County and had hurried back to Shaolin after hearing the news of Xuanguang.

"It is a pagoda that contains the lyrics and relics that Sajo wore when he was a holy Buddha. The head monk named it the Buddha Pagoda."

Tower of the Benevolent Buddha·

Towards the pagoda that got such a name, the Liu family began to chant and bow to it.

Liu Zhiguang and his two siblings simply bowed once and stood up, but Yan Jiahui slowly stood up, as if he had a fixed number of times. And steadily bowed to the tower.

Liu Zhiguang, who had been watching the situation for a while, said to Mu Jin.

"We've got something to talk about with you, so until then, can you take a look at you?"

"I will..."

"If you do, I'll take you to the room of the head of the room."

The Liu family went to the room with the law.

And when they were away, they came back only when she had finished her hundred and eight boats.

"Did you have a good conversation?"

"Yes· I'll come back later with the promise I made with you."

“···?”

Mu Jin couldn't understand Liu Zhiguang's words, but he said yes first, and then finished greeting as the class leader.

And just before leaving· Liu Xuehua handed Mu Jin a piece of paper.

"Here's what you asked me to do..."

"Thank you· Liu Xuehua Shiju·"

After staring at Mujin for a while, she shook off her regret and left Shaolin with her family.

He knew that today was not the best time to talk to Mujin.

Let's take a moment to look at their backs as they leave. Dharma Qian said to Mu Jin·

"Mujin-ah· I've heard that you've followed the teachings of Master Sajo. I'll be guarding this place, so you can come here for a while."

“··· How could I be away for cultivation on a day like this?"

"Don't worry about it, it's something you'd be happy to do. Also, I'd like to talk to you for a while..."

Maybe it's because he couldn't be with him at the moment when he was a Buddha.

Seeing that he was trying to control his emotions, Mujin finally decided to leave.

He knew the grief of not being able to be with his grandparents on the day they left.

Mu Jin, who had left, opened the examination he had received from Liu Xuehua and began to read.

“··· At least half a year left?"

There was written the information that Mu Jin had asked Liu Xuehua to write.

The most important of these was information about the future Tenma.

It was already past the time when he left the mage, so he had asked Liu Xuehua to get information about him.

It was information about people who were active outside the world, so it would have been quite difficult to obtain, but it seemed that there was nothing impossible for the Tianhao Grand Brigade.

"Considering the distance, the information written here must have been from half a month ago. I have to go see him before five months have passed."

But on the other hand, there were about five months left.

'It would be enough for me to come out after the banquet for my grandfather . . . .'

For now, it was Mujin who thought that the first priority was to finish saying goodbye to Hyunkwang.

In addition to the information about the future Tenma, there was also a variety of information written in the survey.

Information about the recent movements of the opposition forces and how the Shaolin and the Confederacy Sects are resisting.

The rest of the information was nothing special, but there was one thing that caught Mujin's eye.

‘··· Recently, there have been a number of injured people in Jongnampa?'

The Zhongnan Sect was originally destined to be devoured by the Huashan Sect.

However, it was believed that Mu Jin had changed his fate by dealing with the Mantang Gate and Zhongnan Gumbo through Liu Xuehua and Bai Brother and Sister.

'Why does it feel like it's going to be the same as in the novel?'

If this continues, Shaanxi will eventually fall into the hands of the Huashan Sect, which is nothing less than a pawn of the Divine Heaven.

For the past two and a half years, I've been in Shaolin and immersed in cultivation. It seemed that the winds of change were beginning to blow.