Kite (4)

 

The Red Flame King, who spewed out various information about the Little Heavenly Lord, was soon killed by the spirit spirit.

After interrogation, Mujin hid the Red Flame King's corpse in a corner and returned to the place where the group was gathered.

There, Hyunhyun was still sweating beads as he treated the child.

Perhaps there was still progress, but the child's expression was much more relaxed than before Mujin left.

And after a while·

"Phew..."

Just as the child's condition seemed to have calmed down somewhat, Hyunhyun, who had been resting his heart on the child's back, opened his eyes with a deep breath.

"It looks like we're running out of time, so let's get moving..."

Despite the fact that he was tired from doing the Qin prayer for nearly half an hour, Hyunhyun hurriedly stood up and said:

For such a manifestation, Mujin willingly carried him on his back and began to move.

They were able to erase the trail once again, evading the demons, and finally reach the child's hometown.

At the entrance to the village, the woman stood still, staring ahead, like a dead stone.

"Tuini!!"

Then, as they approached the village, the face of the woman who spotted them had disappeared, and she hurriedly cried out, "What are you doing?"

Maybe he was shouting her name.

She rushed forward, her limbs flailing like someone fresh out of water.

Then he came to Mu Jin's nose and took the child from Mu Gong's arms, as if snatching it, and carefully embraced the child.

The look in her eyes as she looked at the child in her arms was enough to tell that they were parents and children.

“····”

She was distracted by the thought that the child had returned, and it was only when she held him in her arms that she belatedly grasped the situation and stiffened.

She was just now remembering.

The people who brought the children now are also the same people who have been misbehaving in the village recently, or the people who have taken the children.

She had snatched the child away from them, and the fear in her eyes was in her eyes, lest they should be angry.

But the fear in her eyes quickly melted away.

They didn't care about her rudeness.

She just had a look of delight on her face as she had just embraced her child.

The sight of middle-aged men in robes and robes smiling happily was too peaceful to be fearful.

If you look closely, you can see dirt and blood all over his clothes and body.

After a moment of awkwardness, Hyunhyun spoke.

"Ahem· During the journey, I have calmed the Yang Qi that was raging in the child's body. I won't have a seizure for at least a few days."

After saying this, he looked at the Red Tiger Danju, and he let out a sigh and translated Hyunhyun's words.

Hearing the words of the Red Tiger Leader, she held the child and bowed her head and said something.

"I mean thank you..."

Her words were briefly translated by the Red Tiger Danju, and the monks and monks smiled happily again.

But he's also short-lived.

Knowing that if he waited any longer here, the demons would chase him, he opened his mouth.

"We've done all we need to do, so let's go home."

They didn't care, but they couldn't let innocent villagers get involved.

At Hyunhyun's words, everyone turned their backs without hesitation and was about to leave.

“@#[email protected]#”

Suddenly, I heard the woman's voice behind me.

Everyone turned their heads in puzzlement, and she looked back and forth between them and the child in her arms, with a look of mixed feelings on her face.

Cautiously, he held the child out to the Manifestation.

“???”

While everyone had a look on their faces that they couldn't understand at all, she said something in Mandarin again.

“··· Tuini· Therefore, because of this child's natural constitution, I am saying that this kind of thing is likely to happen more often in the future. As an ordinary woman, I don't think I'll be able to protect this child."

Ambassador Hyun replied to the interpretation of the Red Tiger Pavilion.

"Are you sure you're okay? We are monks who worship the Buddha. Maybe after I'm gone... I may never see her again..."

The Red Tiger Danju, who had interpreted Hyunhyun's words, scratched his head at her answer and interpreted awkwardly.

“··· Even if you don't see your child again, if you can make him happy. If you can't stop a seizure from a fever because you're a naughty Amy, and if you can't stop someone from kidnapping you like you did today, then the way to do it is for your child to be with good people like 'us' and nurture your mind and body."

Apparently, he was a Red Tiger Master who had only thought about fighting in the Demon Cult, so it seemed awkward for him to utter such a strange sound.

However, apart from the awkward tone of the Red Tiger Danju, Ambassador Hyun Hyun, who sensed her sincerity, said with a serious expression.

"If you do, this may be the last time you will be with your child, so please say hello to him. It's okay if you change your mind while greeting each other, so we'll take a step back."

While the Red Tiger Danju interprets Hyunhyun's words, At the Manifestation's instructions, the group stepped back.

Of course, they were all masters of the game, and they could hear all the whispers of ordinary people at this distance.

But anyway, the conversation between the two mothers and children was in Mandarin, so they were just looking at the surrounding rainforest and waiting for the mother and child to finish their conversation.

There were a few people who couldn't stand it and looked at the mother and child.

This was the case, for example, with a trio of unsuspecting people who were still young and very curious.

The mother, who was holding the child, put the child on the floor, looked him in the eye, and said something.

He called him "Child," but he was still about ten years old, so he stepped out of his mother's arms and looked into her eyes and listened to her story.

Of course, she didn't know if the ten-year-old understood everything she said.

When the child shook his head from side to side and tried to enter his mother's arms, the mother grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him.

With tears in the corners of her eyes.

After that, the child and the mother had a conversation with complicated expressions.

Leaving behind his mother, who was already covered with tears, the child began to walk toward the group with brisk steps.

His eyes were swollen and he looked as if he was about to burst into tears.

Holding the hand of the child who approached him, Hyunhyun opened his mouth with a face full of virtue.

"I will make sure that my child does not get sick anymore and does not have to go through the same danger as I do today. Don't worry..."

She bowed her head, as if she understood what he was saying, before the Red Tiger Master could translate.

After the last goodbyes·

They left the village and headed for the bushes of the rainforest.

With a small child who was not originally planned.

Mujin thought as he looked at the child who was walking with him, holding Hyunhyun's hand.

‘··· It's a strange thing to be in a relationship."

Apparently, he was rejected when he first offered to be a disciple.

But I never thought things would go this way because of that kidnapping.

But he wasn't happy to have a new disciple in Shaolin.

"If you're that age, you'll remember everything about your mother."

Mujin· No, from the youngest time Choi Kang-hyuk remembers, he was with his grandparents.

I had no memory of my parents.

Funnily enough, I didn't have any memories, so I didn't have any nostalgia. There's just curiosity.

But what about that child?

Will the memories with my mother give me strength? Or will it be even more difficult because of the absence of the mother?

It was impossible for Mujin to know.

But one thing was certain.

"I must make sure that I can live happily in Shaolin as I promised to his mother."

Just as his grandparents had done for him.

While Mujin was thinking about those thoughts. Mu Gong, who was just like Mu Jin, was looking at the child, and he opened his mouth.

"Now, we're going to be disciples sooner or later..."

"Then the disciples will come under us. Endless Death Penalty ·"

"So he's going to be our squirrel? Wow!"

"It's a sword. It's a strange feeling. Hahaha·"

Hyunhyun, who was holding the child's hand as the three of them exchanged conversation as if they were unfamiliar with each other, laughed and opened his mouth like a grandfather watching the children's play.

"Hehehe... I don't know about the other kids, but I don't think it's a good thing for you..."

"Yes?"

Mu Gong gave him a look of incomprehension and made a stupid sound, and Hyun Hyun replied with a smile.

"This child is gifted with the ability to be a member of the sun, so shouldn't he be trained in the art of the Polar Heavens? I think it's likely to be your apprentice."

“!!!!”

The pupils of the Infinite Eyes widened tremendously.

It was an innocent-looking look that didn't match his ugly face, but he was so surprised that he didn't even care what state his face was in.

Hyunhyun added that it was funny how Mu Infinite reacted.

"He was the first to become a disciple, and he was gifted with sun members, so he is likely to be the next great disciple. Now that you have a monk in the distant future as your disciple, your responsibility is great. Mugunga· Hehehehehe..."

"The Great Disciple · The head of the bar..."

He was mesmerized and muttered so much.

For some reason, looking at his pathetic appearance, he wanted to slap him in the back of the head, but he clenched his fists and held back.

Even so, he couldn't hit his master in the back of the head in front of his disciples. Isn't there such a thing as pride as a master?

Is this not the case in modern times?

Even if you are a close friend, hitting a friend who is married and has a child in the back of the head in front of her is crossing the line.

"I'll hit you later when you don't have a disciple."

The slap on the back of Mu Gong's head was Mu Jin who decided to keep it in his heart.

On the other hand· While Mujin was thinking about it in his heart. Mukyung and Mu Yul were just curious about it.

"Eternal Execution· I'm really sorry to have a disciple."

"Heheh... What kind of disciple will come in as my disciple?"

"That's right, Muyul-ah. I'm curious to see what kind of child will come in as my apprentice."

In the conversation between the two, Mujin let his imagination run wild on his own.

“··· It's not going to be easy, is it?"

Mujin muttered involuntarily.

"Isn't it easy?"

"What?"

In response to their question, Mujin first pointed to Mu Kyung.

"You've mastered too many martial arts... How easy is it to find someone as talented as you?"

“··· Why don't you teach them well?"

"You?"

Mu Jin was stunned by Mujin's ridiculous reaction, so he asked.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Do you remember what you say every day when I ask you something?"

“··· What do you say?"

"You just do it, right? You crazy genius bastard..."

There is a well-known adage in the modern world of sports. As the saying goes, geniuses can't direct.

And this was true even for Mu Kyung.

While Mu Kyung was at a loss for words at Mujin's point, he was sullen. This time, Mu Yul asked Mu Jin.

"Mujin-ah, what about me?"

"You..."

Mu Jin looked at Mu Yul for a moment with a speechless face, then sighed and turned his head towards Hye Girl.

“··· It seems that you will have a lot of trouble in the next generation. Uncle Hye-gal·"

"Hehehe..."

At Mujin's heartfelt consolation words, Hye-gal smiled with a liberated expression like a monk who had awakened all his defilements.

In many ways, compared to martial arts, martial arts were good and bad.

I am sure that even if a disciple of Mu Yul was chosen, the one who taught the Shaolin Five Principles to that disciple would be a Hui-girl, not a Mu Yul.

"Hehehehe... Still, isn't it easier than Yule?"

She was a benefactor who openly wondered if she knew her fate.

"What's the story? Heh?"

"Uki?"

It was Mu Yul who was smiling brightly as if she was being crushed or not.

Mujin, who laughed at Mu Yul's reaction, muttered to himself as if he was curious too.

"Hmmm· So what kind of pupil should my apprentice be?"

He didn't mean much because he didn't want to bury his bones in Shaolin, and he didn't know what his fate would be if he saw the end of the novel.

It's just a gossip that came to mind as the topic of the story flowed like this.

However, at Mujin's self-talk, the people who were walking with him spoke at the same time, as if it was too natural.

"Crazy about sports..."

"An idiot who only knows muscles..."

"The more sore your muscles are, the more perverted you like?"

The words were all different, but the content was the same.