Asceticism (2)

Unlike Zhuge Muhuan's shock and fear, Shaolin Chamberlain's master Chen Chen had a satisfied face.

The Sage Hai of Shaolin were all over seventy years old now, so they didn't come close to the iron that Mu Jin had preached.

However, as much as it spread to his disciples, he had also learned a few times as a practical experience.

It was an experience akin to bowing down while practicing a face-to-face wall.

It was tedious to perform the same movements over and over again, and the pain in the muscles. Still, it was no different from penance.

That's why Hyuncheon was willing.

Even as they march toward the battlefield, the disciples refine themselves and do not stop their penance.

What a beautiful sight.

Naturally, Chen Chen's gaze turned to Mu Jin, who had spread the iron in Shaolin.

"Hehehe... Mu Jin seems to be satisfied with Shaolin's changed appearance."

Looking at Mu Jin who was holding up a lump of iron with a happy face on his face, Xuancheon muttered, and Mu Gong, who was working iron near him, tilted his head.

"You just seem to be smiling because you're stimulated, aren't you?"

He had a very good understanding of Mujin.

And after about half an hour of exhaustion.

"This is where we will finish our workout for today!"

When Mu Jin finished his workout earlier than expected, the Shaolin monks loaded the iron into the cart again.

The movements were as cautious as handling gold and silver treasures. If the metal broke, it would make it uncomfortable to exercise.

After putting the last piece of metal into the cart... When I was ready to move back to Shaanxi Province.

"Everybody, take a handful of this powder with you!"

Suddenly, Mujin yelled from the rearmost cart.

All the monks approached it with puzzled faces.

The cart contained something that Mu Jin had asked Liu Xuehua to do "specially".

To be precise, they had been asked for since they were preparing for the war with the Apostles, but the situation had changed so that they could be brought with them.

And the faces of exactly three of the martial monks who approached the chariot at Mujin's call were distorted violently.

He had noticed what was on the cart.

“··· Do I have to eat that?"

"Hmm· That's disgusting..."

"Uki!"

Mu Jin replied firmly to Mu Qing's rebellious words.

"Of course you have to eat. Normally, I wouldn't know, but now I don't have enough food, so if I don't eat this, I'm going to lose muscle!"

As soon as Mujin mentioned the "loss of muscle", the monks rushed over like a swarm of bees and began to take a handful of pale yellow powder from the sack that Mujin had opened.

That's right.

What Mu Jin asked Liu Xuehua to take with him was a protein supplement made by the Sichuan Tang Family.

Made with primitive technology, it is a primitive protein supplement with no special flavor added.

That supplement that tastes like nausea when you take it.

The muscular-crazed monks shook their heads as they took handfuls of white powder without knowing the horrible taste.

The three of them knew very well that once they had taken a bite, they would never take it like that again.

And the three of them weren't wrong.

"Yuck..."

The first disciple who had taken a bite of the powder and gulped it down according to Mu Jin's explanation was disgusted.

"Uncle! That's so precious, what if you spit it out now!"

Whether Mujin started the game or not, there was a simultaneous sound of nausea everywhere.

"If I don't eat this, I'm going to lose all my workout for half an hour now! Or rather, my muscles are hurting, and I'm going to lose everything I worked out a few days ago!"

Mu Jin shouted urgently, and the nauseous monks looked at the cloudy water with complicated faces.

Water mixed with a pale yellow powder·

But·

'Is it going to fly today?'

'Even what you did a few days ago?'

Exercise addicts love exercise and enjoy the pain, but that's the aftermath.

In other words, it's just because of the expectation of gaining muscle mass.

Unless you're a pervert, no human being enjoys pain.

Finally, the nauseous monks made up their minds and began to gulp down the rotten water with their noses closed.

"Yuck..."

Of course, it wasn't a taste that would be solved by plugging your nose.

As he watched the monks drinking protein supplements while nausea echoed everywhere, Zhuge Muhuan had such an idea.

"It's as if a plague has broken out."

They looked like patients who were forced to drink bitter medicines to cure a serious illness.

Hyuncheon, on the other hand, laughed even more satisfied.

Drinking a liquid that could cause a violent reaction and suffering in pain.

Wouldn't that also be a fitting part of the word "penance"?

As he watched the monks perform asceticism, a strange thought occurred to his mind.

"Mujin-ah· After all, if you have to advance with iron, what about this? Since ancient times, one of the Buddhist penances has been called the Three Treasures, and by applying this, each Three Treasures is an iron bow instead of a temple."

Hearing the insane sound of Chen Tian, Zhuge Muhuan let out a deep sigh and thought.

"Wouldn't it be better to just escape now?"

Zhuge Muhuan naturally expected that the iron addict Mu Jin would accept Xuanchen's offer.

"Monk Chief· That's not the right way to do it."

To his surprise, Mu Jin rejected Hyuncheon's offer.

"It looks like the Shaolin Divine Dragon has finally come to his senses!"

Zhuge Muhuan was very happy in his heart at Mu Jin's reaction, but it was a short-lived thought.

The reason why Mu Jin rejected Xuanchen's proposal was not because it would delay the time to get to Shaanxi Province.

"If you do cardio and strength training at the same time, you won't be able to expand (pump) your muscles properly, which will only hinder muscle gain."

Mujin was just a true exercise addict who sought efficient exercise. In addition·

"Also, if you don't rest when you're resting, your muscles are bound to break down."

No matter how good a job is, you have to know how to do it in moderation.

If he did something crazy like a sambo iron, his hamstrings would burst and he would crawl all over before he even reached the battlefield.

That's why I only did about half an hour of ironing today.

Also, tomorrow I was going to train something other than my hamstrings.

"Finally, let's proceed with muscle lengthening surgery to relax the muscles at the back of the thigh!"

During the journey to Shaanxi, Mujin aimed to train the warriors to be in top muscle condition when the war began.

* * *

Shaanxi Zhongnan Mountain·

One of the famous mountains with a clear aura was the famous Zhongnampa, but it was located there.

Today's Jongnam Mountain had an atmosphere that was more suitable to be called Guisan Mountain.

The sound of metal echoing everywhere and the unpleasant cutting sound of cutting meat.

And the screams that followed, and the unpleasant aroma of blood wafting from all over the mountain.

Halfway up Jongnam Mountain· A devastating battlefield unfolded around the gate of the Zhongnan Sect.

Spatula ·

“컥····”

Baiyun Qin Yin, the Zhangmen of the Zhongnan Sect, gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes at the moans of the Great Disciple Li, who had been pierced in the side by the equatorial sword.

The disciples who are now fighting, wounded, and dying on the battlefield were not children who should have gone in vain.

But that didn't mean they were defenseless.

He had already felt the signs of war and had received a warning from the Shaolin side, so he was fully prepared.

Instead of making the mistake of attacking the volcano or Wulin Meng alone, buy as many supplies as possible from the nearby prefectures in advance.

They were prepared to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

The only problem was that the opponent's attack was far beyond expectations.

The Volcano Sect, which had been plagued by civil war for a while, launched a vicious attack as if to shake off the aftermath of the civil war.

Although the volcano did not disclose it openly, the civil war ended with the victory of Hwa Myung-gyun, a long-term man, and Yun Sun, the plum sword ship, was in a vegetative state, with only his life in the depths of the volcano.

Of course, they were not fully armed by the civil war. If Huashan was the only opponent, Zhongnam could have overcome them as much as he wanted.

The strength of the Wu Lin Meng far exceeded my expectations.

Looking at the disciples who were fighting against the martial arts of the Wulin Meng who were pushing hard, Baiyun Jinyin had mixed feelings.

Sorrow for the illusory death of precious disciples.

And I was amazed to see how the disciples had progressed in just a few months.

‘··· If it hadn't been for Shaolin Divine Dragon's help, it might have collapsed long ago."

The disciples of the Zhongnan Sect fought steadfastly.

Using the fierce and defensive sword technique unique to the Zhongnan Sect, he was able to withstand the enemy's fierce attacks without backing down.

Everywhere there is the sound of metal and cutting· In the midst of the screams, none of the Zhongnan Sect disciples were intimidated.

"Show the spirit of the Great Zhongnan Sect!"

"!! Evil"

Just like Mujin had taught them, they were really holding on to evil and bullying.

And what I learned from Mujin wasn't just about mental strength.

Bang!!

In the past few months, they had cultivated the outer air with the iron skills they had learned from Mujin, and they were definitely stronger than before.

On top of that, there were reinforcements from Zhuge Sega and the shaman, so they were able to hold on without collapsing.

"The left army should step back and spread out their iron camps!"

"Strikeout! Charge in a snowy form!"

Under the instructions of the soldiers who came from the Zhuge family, Zhong Nam and the shaman's inspectors. And the warriors of the Zhuge family moved in unison.

As the shamans and sectarian swordsmen who specialized in defense acted under the direction of the Zhuge family, their defense had to be as impregnable as possible.

Bang!!!

There was no doubt that a huge explosion erupted in the distance.

Baiyun Jinyin knew very well who was making the noise.

'Please hold on a little longer...'

He looked at the man who had once been treated like a scarecrow. Wu Lin Meng Zhu Wei Zhihak was swinging his fists furiously.

Without the shaman's fortune, there was no one here who could deal with the Wu Lin Blind Lord alone.

Therefore, there was a battle between the Wu Lin Meng Lord Wei Zhizhi and the twelve characters.

Zhuge Jinxi, the head of the Zhuge family, and the shaman's Qingshu dojo, as well as other skilled people from each faction, came forward to stop one of the fierce lords.

However, it wasn't just that a bunch of masters were tied to the lord that turned the battle against him.

"Suck it!"

Baiyun Qin Yin, who had been looking at the battlefield with a feeling of pity for his disciples, immediately began to engage in battle with the three unmanned people who were brandishing weapons at him.

All three of them were martial artists who didn't even know existed in the Wulin League, but for some reason, they were good enough to be called masters.

It wasn't just the three of them.

There were far more masters in the Wulin League than was widely known.

Visor!!

And Baiyun Jinyin, who was fighting with the three of them at the same time, was not difficult to deduce the cause.

"They must be the warriors of the Divine Heaven that I have only heard about!"

This was because he had already received enough information about them through his allies, Shaolin and the Zhuge family of the Heavenly Stream.

Until now, they had been mostly active behind the scenes, but they began to move in earnest by laundering their identities under the name of "Murim Meng."

As a result, even though Zhuge Sega and the shaman came to their aid, they were able to hold out instead of pushing their enemies.

‘··· How long will you be able to hold out?"

When Baiyun Jinyin, who was blocking the three of them, was thinking about such a problem in his heart.

Changes have occurred on the battlefield·

The momentum of Wulin Meng and Huashan, which had been relentlessly charging towards Zhongnan Sect for a long time, suddenly began to diminish.

There is a question of whether they are trying to use a different tactic, but the reason for this was soon revealed.

Bang!!

"Ugh..."

Explosions and screams echo from the rear of the Wulin League and Huashan camps that were attacking the Zhongnan Sect.

Then, the soldiers of the Zhuge Sega family, who were watching the battlefield from the rear, shouted:

"It's Shaolin!!"

"Shaolin has come to help!!"

"You just need to hold on a little longer!!"

Their cries brought a glimmer of hope to the faces of those who had been fending off the attack.