Shaolin (5)

 

After burying Hye-kwan's body, Mu-kyung fled with the woman.

I wanted to give him a proper funeral or take his body back to Shaolin.

It was a choice he had no choice but to make, as he didn't know when the killers of Salmak would attack again.

Then, as Mu Qing expected, on the way back to Shaolin, there was an attack by the killers.

But I wonder if it's because a lot of killers were recruited in the last large-scale raid.

The number of killers who attacked the Lady and the Lady was between three and five at most each time.

I spent a day and a half watching over her.

Mu Qing managed to climb Songshan and reach the mountain gate of Shaolin.

* * *

Blood-stained all over his body, and wearing a hood with the words "Anti-Demon Defeat" written on his head, he returned.

With a woman on his back.

However, unlike the things that were not there coming into being, the things that should have disappeared ...

Feeling a sense of foreboding, the head of the room, Xuanchen, took the others and called only the main figures of Wuqing and Shaolin to go to the room of the head of the room.

The woman who had come to the side of the police was clearly tired, so she was sent to the guest hall for the guests.

And after all the preparations were made, Hyuncheon asked·

"What happened to Hye-kwan?"

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Qing replied, trying to control his emotions.

“··· You have attained nirvana."

I entered nirvana·

It meant that he was a holy Buddha, but that was only for those who were like Hyungwang.

In effect, it was no different from saying that he was dead.

"What's that all about? Hyekwan Sajil has reached nirvana?"

In response to Hyuncheon's question, Mu Kyung recounted the events that had taken place in detail.

From chasing a killer named the Spiritless Blood Demon to spitting out information about Salmak's headquarters.

After that, I started to be chased by flesh and I went berserk.

And the fact that Hye-kwan died while protecting himself and the woman who had fainted.

The reason why he dared to reveal that he drank blood was because he wanted to be punished.

Hye-kwan told him to forgive himself, but Mu-kyung thought it was better to be punished.

It seemed that after a severe punishment, he would be able to forgive himself for his sins.

However, the head of the room and the adults in Shaolin who heard about Muqing's words did not punish him.

It wasn't that he forgave the martial arts.

“····”

They were all in shock from Salmak's unexpected intervention and Hye-kwan's death.

The first person to come to his senses was about to say something.

"Bar Owner Monk!! It's urgent!!"

Suddenly, I heard the voice of the disciple through the room of the master of the room.

"What's the matter?"

There is an urgent matter right now, so what else is there to do?

However, the words of the great disciple who came to the room overturned Hyuncheon's expectations once again.

"It is said that Mu Mujin and his disciples are being chased by Mu Lin Meng!"

"What the hell is that? Mu Jin and his disciples are being chased by Wu Lin Meng?"

In response to the question of the great emperor, the great disciple who entered the room of the master offered to inspect him.

The letter was sent by Zhuge Muhuan, and the document contained detailed circumstances.

It was said that the Reaper Corps formed this time was a trap to kill the late Masters and start a battle of spirits.

Mujin prevented this, and in the process, Mujin "colluded with the Demon Cult." That he was framed.

Lastly, since he was being chased by the Wulin Meng's Tianraji Vision, a request was written to come to Nanyang County in Henan Province.

Hyuncheon felt dizzy for a moment.

I can't believe such a horrible thing happened at the same time.

But now was not the time to be distracted.

"I need to gather my disciples and go to Nanyang County right now!"

Hye-kwan might feel sorry for her, but she couldn't let the other children die while Hye-kwan was already dead.

However, at Hyuncheon's words, the owner of the guest party opened his mouth with concern.

"But the head monk · It's dangerous to drag everyone along. We've already lost Salmak and Chuck, so if we're gone, they might come in."

"Are you saying that you just let the kids get chased?"

"It's not that. It meant that the personnel had to be distributed. Monk Chief·"

Afterwards, those who gathered in the room raised their voices and expressed their opinions.

Let's talk about how to divide the personnel.

Hyedam, who had been silent for a long time, opened her mouth for the first time.

"Monk Chief· Do you mind if I say something?"

"Tell me. Hyedam Sajil·"

"I think it's okay for everyone except for the hundred and eight people to go out..."

It was quite an unconventional proposition.

It is a salmak who is a member of the Sapai Chilju, which is considered to be on a par with the Gupilebang and the Five Great Sega families.

In the event that the flesh was attacked, only a hundred and eight men were left.

However, despite his absurd opinion, he could not say anything.

He had a calm face as always, but he knew what he had seen since he was the third disciple.

With his seemingly unemotional eyes, he was trying to suppress his lava-like rage.

* * *

As the matter was urgent, the meeting in the room ended fairly quickly.

Hyedam's opinion was not entirely accepted.

It was decided that the hundred and eight monks would remain in Shaolin, and since the number of those who were in charge of the monks and chores was more than fifty, it was decided that there would be more than fifty additional people to protect them.

And the rest of the monks decided to leave Shaolin and head to Nanyang County to save Mu Jin.

While the head of the room, Xuanchen, and other old monks were gathering disciples to go out of Shaolin and preparing for the arrangements.

Hye-dam ordered his disciple and member of the Baekpalnahan to gather at the grand banquet hall. I went to the guest hall.

There, the woman whom Hye-gwan, the priestess of Hye-dam, had saved at the cost of her life, was resting.

Fortunately or unfortunately, she had not yet been able to sleep, despite the exhaustion of the trip.

Hyedam asked·

"My Priest's· No... What was Hye-kwan's end?"

At Hyedam's question, she knelt down and began to beg for sin.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry· I'm really sorry for what happened. Ugh..."

It wasn't because he was frightened by Hyedam's large size.

"He was seriously injured defending me and the young monk. Every time those bad shooters tried to target me and the young monk, they would throw themselves at me. Ugh..."

Recalling the memory of that day, the woman wept bitterly.

"Even though you were covered in blood, you were just going to save a like me..."

She was a courtesan who worked in Giru. It was not a prostitute that sold poetry, calligraphy, singing, and playing, but a prostitute who sold his body.

Of course, I didn't become a prostitute because I liked it.

The gambling-mad father was in debt, and the mother ran away from him.

Abi sold himself to pay for his debts, and Abi left the village as well.

All that's left is debt and body.

But she didn't have the courage to die, so she abandoned her chastity and embraced the life of a prostitute.

When my lust was aroused, I came to see him for good, and behind my back, he mingled with those who cursed me for being dirty.

She, too, considered herself dirty.

However, a monk who had mastered the martial arts for himself sacrificed his life.

That's why I was grateful, and because of that, I felt guilty.

And Hyedam, who had heard all of Hyekwan's last words through her tears, opened her mouth.

"Don't think of yourself as mere . . . Offering·"

"Hah, but... I'm selling my body..."

"The past doesn't matter. You just need to repent of the past and start a new life. And one last request. Cherish yourself. It's the last life he's ever saved..."

After finishing speaking, Hyedam greeted the class leader and stood up.

And as he left the hall, he thought.

"You followed the four hundred of the sparklers, and kept your will to the end. You're an ugly priest."

When I heard that he had been attacked by the killers in order to protect the woman who had fainted and didn't even know the martial arts.

What came to Hyedam's mind was that day forty years ago.

The day when hundreds of members of the Demon Cult's Detachment invaded the empty Shaolin.

The day when Hyunguang had to be crippled even though he had mastered the hard martial arts of protecting the two great disciples of the Sage and the Three Great Disciples of the Hyeja Bae.

Remembering Hyunkwang who was wounded while defending herself that day, Hyekwan entered the Annihilation Corps and ended up fighting in the same way as Hyunkwang and lost her life.

"Are you glad to go?"

Having lived with the death penalty for decades, she knew.

Hye-kwan is not a man who enjoys killing. Shaolin is struggling to bear the karma alone. As a result, they are dependent on alcohol.

So, even if I nagged him, I couldn't force him to drink.

He could only watch as the priest struggled to carry a karma greater than his own.

And now I could no longer see the priest.

‘··· Repent of the past and start a new life."

He remembered what he had said to her.

Maybe that's what you said to yourself.

"Maybe we will have to hold a big penitential meeting soon."

No, I hoped that a penance would be held.

The reason why he dared to tell the head of the room that he only left the Hundred Eight Nahan was because he had confidence in the One Hundred Eight Nahan that he had trained.

'You may soon see blood...'

He thought that if as many monks as possible escaped from Shaolin, the chances of the flesh coming in would increase.

* * *

After a while·

The Shaolin monks, who were quickly prepared, set out of the Shaolin mountain gates with the head of the room, Chen Chen.

As many as a hundred monks had escaped, and even though there were still two hundred of them left in Shaolin, there was a sense of silence.

Fortunately or unfortunately, nothing happened on the first day.

And at dawn on the second day·

An uninvited guest came to Shaolin.

"Master· It seems that there has been a change in the true system."

At the words of his disciple Dharma Hui, Hye-dam, who was sitting on a patriarchal seat, stood up.

In the area of Shaolin, the true method set up by the Zhuge family was spread.

There is only one place that is not affected by the true system.

From the entrance of Songshan to the mountain gate of Shaolin, there was only a hiking trail for visitors and Shaolin disciples.

It was a true method that did not affect those who came to the main gate fairly, but those who sought a different path, such as the night guests who came now, could not escape the influence of the true method.

"Do you want to go down?"

When Dharma Hui asked if the guests would go directly to the entangled Jin Law, Hyedam shook his head.

"The Night Forest is advantageous for the Shooters· No matter how familiar the Songshan is to us..."

"Understood... I'll be ready to light a torch for when they come up."

"So be it."

Ready to light the torches, the Hundred and Eighteen gathered at the location where the mountain gate could be seen.

And Hyedam also stood in the middle of it, arms folded, eyes closed, and stopped.

How long have you been waiting like that?

Flash·

Hyedam opened her closed eyes and opened her mouth.

"Light a fire."

Before his words could fall, the monks of the Hundred and Eighty Monks began to light the lamps and lanterns that they had prepared in advance.

Then, one by one, dark shadows appeared on the mountain gate, which had been thought to be nothing but darkness.

Giving up the path of the True Law and looking at the killers who dared to invade the mountain gates.

The corners of Hyedam's mouth strangely raised.

The man, who had become so accustomed to patience, smiled, holding back tears of blood.

Hyedam·

He was the head of the Hundred Eight Monks, who were in charge of guarding the Shaolin and the Shaolin, and in order to continue that karma, he could not leave the Shaolin.

So he laughed.

"Thank you for coming here..."

They had given him the opportunity to avenge the departed priest.