Asceticism (1)

 

Nangong Jinchen, who was staring blankly at the cut piece, looked up at the voice of his father.

"Tell all the people of Sega to gather in the arena."

"Yes· Father· I'm going to tell you to prepare for my grandfather's funeral."

"My father's funeral is a matter of course, but before that, I have to tell the people of Sega."

Saying that, Nan Firmament Changhui crushed the sword that had slashed through the slash and turned his gaze away.

"From this day forward, we, the Southern Palace, will declare war on the Apostles. Shouldn't we cut off the stubborn life of the Hyukjin River with our own hands?"

Nangong Jinchen was also dreaming of avenging his grandfather, so it was a very happy decision.

"If you do that, can you send a message to the Shaolin side, who was preparing for war with the Disciples?"

Nangong Jinchen, the owner of the small family, asked, Nangong Changhui frowned.

"We are the best in the world. Why do we need someone's help to help us to practice the Apostles?"

“!!!”

Greatly enlightened by the teachings of his father, the head of the Great Southern Palace, Nangong Jinchen opened his eyes and bowed his hips.

"Punish the foolishness of the so-je!"

* * *

Shocking rumors spread throughout the river.

It was news that the Southern Palace Martial Theater, who was called the Southern Palace Sword Emperor, went to the Sado Ren alone and exterminated the warriors of the Sado Ren, and the Master of the Sword Lotus Hyuk Jin Kang was also seriously injured and unable to move his body for a while.

After hearing the rumors, all the powerful people of the political faction praised the Namgung Martial Drama, and the powerful people who enjoyed poetry and evil began to produce poems and songs for the Namgung Martial Drama.

Naturally, the rumor reached Songshan in Henan, where Shaolin is located.

‘··· Is this how it goes?'

He had hoped that someone would shake him, but he had never imagined that the Southern Palace Sword Emperor would move here.

Why did the old man who was crazy about the fight suddenly go to the Priesthood?

'No way...' Did you try to be the best in the world again?'

It doesn't make sense in terms of common sense, but Mujin, who had already met the Nangong Martial Arts in person, soon realized that this was the most likely reason.

"He's such a great human being in so many ways."

Whether ironically or sincerely.

It was a way of thinking that was hard for ordinary people to come up with.

But whether his actions were foolish enough to throw away his life. Whether it was walking for his own life and living like an unmanned person.

Now, for Mu Jin and Shaolin, his bizarre move was a golden opportunity.

"I heard that the Nangong Se Family held the funeral of the Nangong Sword Emperor Shen Hai. He told me that he was planning to do it right away."

At Zhuge Muhuan's words, the crowd in the room nodded.

As the war situation had changed significantly, of course, they had gathered in the room and were conducting a meeting.

"Then why don't you propose an alliance with the Nangong family? After all, we also have a bad relationship with the Apostles, so wouldn't it be good for both of us if we fought together?"

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement with Mu Jin's suggestion, but only Zhuge Muhuan shook his head.

"It's impossible..."

"Why?"

Thinking that it must be due to some kind of complicated altitude reason that he couldn't even imagine, Zhuge Muhuan's answer was nothing short of absurd.

"Because those humans don't have the chin to form alliances..."

"Yes?"

Mu Jin and the people in the room all looked at Zhuge Muhuan with a look of bewilderment.

"It's the Southern Palace that lives in their own good taste. You'll only be able to be on their side if you join their command, not as an ally."

"Oh..."

Everyone burst into exclamations as if they were convinced by what he said.

Not exactly, it was because of Zhuge Muhuan's words, but because of his expression.

It was hard for Zhuge Muhuan to read his emotions because he usually lived with a made-up expression on his face, but when the story of the Southern Palace came up, his expression was exposed.

It was a very scruffy face.

Apparently, during the time of the Wulin Meng General Army, he was afflicted by the Southern Palace Family.

"What should I do now?"

"The Southern Palace are the ones we can't move anyway. And this is also the case for the other side. It's a kind of natural disaster. And luckily, this time the natural disaster happened on the other side, so why not take advantage of this opportunity?"

Zhuge Muhuan looked at Mu Jin.

"Didn't you say last time that there were some forces on the Safa side that had made arrangements? The Southern Palace Sword Emperor has inflicted a huge amount of damage on the Sword Alliance, and now that the Southern Palace is about to attack the Sect, now is their chance to make a move."

"I'll keep you in touch."

Of course, I didn't know how much of the rumors were true.

Hyuk Jin Kang, who was said to have been seriously injured, hid himself. Was this a trick of the enemy, or was he really badly wounded?

And if you are injured, how long will it take to recover?

I didn't know the exact information, but I could have missed the momentum in the hopes of a better opportunity.

Although the Sado League was destroyed and countless samurai died, it did not mean that the "Safa" itself had fallen.

The warriors of the Apostles who had been in the vanguard were still alive, and the Four-Sided Clan, which had been restricted from the Flesh Curtain, was still alive and well.

Now that the Southern Palace had stepped up, it was a golden opportunity to shake up Safa.

"Then what should we do? Can you make a blind while the Southern Palace buys you time?"

In response to the question of the room manager, Xuanchen, Zhuge Muhuan unfolded the fan and pointed somewhere.

"It's better to take advantage of the opportunity and launch an attack than to make a blind spot now."

His fan pointed in the direction of Shaanxi.

Shaanxi Province was home to the Wulin League and the Volcano.

* * *

After advancing to Shaanxi and striking the Wulin Meng and the volcano, he grabbed the strands.

The meeting turned to the topic of personnel and supplies.

"In order to take advantage of this opportunity, we need to select the personnel as soon as possible. It is urgent to move to Shaanxi with minimal supplies."

Mu Jin tilted his head at Zhuge Muhuan's words.

"Supply is the most important issue in war. Wouldn't it be the worst thing if you went there in a hurry and didn't have enough supplies to fight properly?"

Mujin was also a former soldier, so he knew better than anyone the importance of supply.

Zhuge Muhuan nodded as if he was right.

"It's a no-brainer that dissemination is important. But in Shaanxi, our ally, Zhongnam, remains. Also, the shaman and Zhuge Sega have already moved to help them. As long as they can get there before they are destroyed by Wulin Meng and Huashan, they can get supplies through Zhongnan. On the other hand, if they collapse, it will be meaningless even if the supply is stable."

His explanation was sound, and the council decided to consider the number and list of disciples who would be with him until Shaanxi.

Then we moved on to the minimum supplies that you had to bring.

"As this attack could be the starting point of a war, we will recruit as many personnel as we can."

"But the head monk · The identity of the Shincheon Ones has not yet been fully revealed. Maybe there are still forces we don't know about that will take the text by surprise."

When the head of the party raised an objection, Hyuncheon replied again.

"Just like last time, I'm going to leave the Hundred Eight Monks in Shaolin... And among the three great disciples, except for those who are not yet good enough, all the monks will join us."

"That would take more than three hundred people to move."

This time, Liu Xuehua began to calculate the supplies needed for more than three hundred personnel to travel to Shaanxi.

Although she did not fall into the category of genius like Zhuge Muhuan or Bai Jialing, she was very calculating.

And when everyone was silently listening to her calculations.

Mu Jin suddenly raised his hand.

"Lord Sulwha... In addition, we need at least thirty empty carts."

"Oh! I'm going to prepare that too."

She had already become accustomed to Mu Jin and understood why Mu Jin was asking for an empty cart, but it wasn't Zhuge Muhuan.

"Why do we need so many empty carts?"

To his question, Mujin replied as if it were a matter of course.

"Isn't it a long way to Shaanxi? Even if you continue to work hard, it will take you more than three days to get to Jongnam Mountain."

"I know that, but..."

"So, of course, you should bring some exercise equipment for the ironwork, right?"

“???”

Zhuge Muhuan looked at Mu Jin with an expression that said what kind of nonsense this was.

Strangely, however, everyone in the room was nodding at Mujin's words.

Zhuge Muhuan felt strange for some reason.

Apparently, the opposite sex was telling me that the other person was talking nonsense, and the atmosphere made me feel like a fool.

"We have to go to war right now, so why are you going to go to war?"

"We have to go to war right now, so we have to take it with us. I haven't been able to exercise for three days! If your martial arts are weakened by muscle loss, you may not be able to beat an enemy who can win."

It was believed that muscle loss was a loss of power.

"And war doesn't end in a day, does it? Even in the midst of war, if you don't keep weeding on days when there is no battle, there is a risk that if the war goes on for a long time, everyone will lose their strength and lose."

Once again, everyone nodded at Mujin's words.

Starting from when I visited a shaman in the past, when I participated in the Dragon Seal Society. And until I went to Zhongnan Sect to tell him about the outside attack.

For Shaolin, who had been dragging a piece of metal on his expeditions every time, this was a matter of course.

Of course, this is only from the Shaolin point of view.

For the first time, Zhuge Muhuan was speechless, and he looked at Mu Jin and the Shaolin monks like crazy.

* * *

The Shaolin monks loaded their carts with all the iron and set off for Shaanxi.

It was a sight to behold, with hundreds of monks dressed in the same orange robe, marching together.

It's like embarking on an ascetic path to find the sacred place of the Buddha.

So it was quite contradictory.

They were heading for the battlefield, and in a way, they were heading for the path of the suras, not the path of the Buddhas.

But apart from these contradictions, there was a strangeness to their advance.

Cliff·

Cliff·

The sound of metal colliding with the countless pieces of metal on the cart was the cause of the strange atmosphere.

It's been a long time since I've been pulling a cart.

"Let's take a break."

Before Hyuncheon's instructions could be given, the warriors began to stop one after another from the front.

Then he took the food out of the supplies from the Heavenly Stream and ate them.

In order to recover the internal strength that had been exhausted while moving around the light attack, we took turns in the Lucky Ceremony.

By the time the disciples had finished their ceremony,

"Then let's start ironing!"

Mujin was the first to approach the cart and took out the pieces of metal that he had been keeping in his sights.

“!!!”

When Mu Jin struck the player, the other martial arts also hurried towards the cart with surprised faces.

Nearly eight years had passed since Mu Jin had unleashed the poison of iron in Shaolin in earnest, and most of the Shaolin martial monks had already become Jin Sheng exercise addicts who enjoyed iron drinking.

They quickly pulled the iron from the cart and began to enjoy the iron in earnest.

Clearly, it was a slap in the face that started out for a simple reason.

This was because he could train his muscles through iron, and the stronger his outer attack became, the stronger the power of his martial arts would be.

However, what started as a way to become stronger has now penetrated deep into their lives.

The stiffness that comes from the process of lifting and lowering a heavy piece of metal·

The sensation, which at first was unpleasant and painful, became pleasurable at some point.

Years of experience had taught me that the more pain I suffered, the bigger and stronger my muscles would become.

But there was still a problem.

No matter how many dozen carts they had piled up with iron balls, there was not enough iron because the number of monks easily exceeded three hundred.

Therefore, the Shaolin monks had the attitude of a desirable health person.

"One, two, three..."

"Death penalty! Just put three on top! You can do more!"

"You heard it from Mu Jin, didn't you? If you don't use up all of your range of motion when you're out of power, the effect will be reduced. I'll help you, so why don't you do one more round?"

Groups of two and two to help each other and repeat the iron.

Then they began to exchange their iron tools and harass their muscles in various areas.

There were even a number of undresses that coolly removed their robes to check each other's range of motion.

Zhuge Muhuan, who was silently watching the sweaty scene, thought of such a thought.

‘··· Choosing Shaolin may be the worst mistake of my life."

Zhuge Muhuan wondered if he should escape now.