Hassan (2)

 

In the first place, he had in mind that his power line had been broken, so he dared to come to Hyuncheon and announce his intention to descend.

If the battle had gone unscathed, Mujin would have had no choice but to go on a wild rampage.

Even if you are chased by Shaolin, as a Shaolin monk, you can drink and eat meat. I didn't want to give up on dating.

Of course, the current Shaolin room was not a prefectural person. Hye-ping, who was a disciple of Hyuncheon and a great disciple of Hye-ja-bae, was now the head of Shaolin.

However, Mu Jin thought that there was no need for him to leave the former Zhang Wen and the current Mengju in front of him to go back to Songshan in Henan to announce his intention to descend.

And in the face of Mujin's confident attack, Hyuncheon's expression suddenly darkened.

It's just a one-headed beast ·

He was a disciple who had already broken the stage and didn't even have an internal attack, so his intimidation was useless.

"Do I have to threaten to cut off my limbs in lieu of a single battle?"

Breaking the wire was enough to get on with daily life, but cutting off the limb veins would make him an.

It was too cruel for him to think about.

How many things Mu Jin has done for Shaolin and Wulin so far.

Of course, it should be treated separately from the lesson, but it is a choice that is bound to prickle the conscience.

And most of all·

"I don't think there's any point in cutting it off."

It was Mujin who had healed Hyungwang, who had already become uncontrollable.

He didn't feel like cutting off his limbs would intimidate Mujin.

Of course, this was a misunderstanding.

No matter how much he understood modern rehabilitation exercises and physical therapy techniques, there was no way to repair the severed tendon.

Somehow, when that didn't seem to work, Hyuncheon came up with another plan.

"Sophistry. Even though you have lost the battle, Mujin still has the achievements that you have climbed. Even the martial arts you've mastered are the only ones that Master Hyunguang has left to you. How could you leave Shaolin with them in mind?"

He spoke at length, but in short, he was going to throw a tantrum.

Unfortunately for Hyuncheon, Mujin had expected this to some extent.

"You can't take out the brain that you left behind, can you? And so far, Shaolin has only abolished the inner cavity or cut off the root veins. I don't remember ever hearing of someone turning an idiot into an idiot and erasing their memory of martial arts."

"One·"

Before Hyuncheon could catch the horse's tail, Mujin hit the player.

"Of course, according to Master Meng's words, among the martial arts that I have learned, there are martial arts that Master Taishazo has only taught me. So why don't I go down after I leave those martial arts in a book and put them in the Pavilion?"

The end of the sentence was a question, but Hyuncheon understood. That this is an ultimatum.

A look that doesn't contain the slightest hesitation or regret.

Apparently, the harness had been properly intervened and the mind had completely departed from the world.

"Do I have to let you go like this?"

Regretfully, Hyuncheon was chanting in his heart, and he remembered a trick from the old ring.

"Mujin-ah· Are you really going to cut off our Shaolin and our ties completely?"

The old monk, who had looked calm a moment ago, suddenly asked with a pitiful expression.

Mujin realized that it was a sympathetic operation, but decided to give it a slightest.

It wasn't because he felt sorry for her.

Mu Jin had also lived in Shaolin for more than a decade, and there were many people who were familiar with Shaolin.

I couldn't give up my love affair with alcohol and meat, but I didn't want to cut ties with the people I had built up a relationship with.

"I'm not trying to completely ignore Shaolin. If Shaolin will allow me, I'm going to make a small family member."

Thanks to the last battle, Mujin was treated as the best in the world.

He said it was "small", but the moment he founded the sect, it was obvious that the would-be initiates would flock to him like a swarm of bees.

And Mu Jin was going to make money and eat leisurely by rolling for those who wanted to enter the industry.

The target of the prefectural heaven was not just a secular sect.

"It's nice to have a clan, but I'm afraid you're going to mess with your skills. As you may know, Mujin has only made a temporary truce to sort out the affairs of the Divine Heaven. Currently, Murim is divided into three parts. We plan to make an armistice, but ten years seems like a long time, but it is a short period of time."

He didn't know what Hyuncheon was trying to say, so Mujin tilted his head. Hyuncheon continued.

"But this old monk doesn't have much time left... And above all, this old monk has already made a pact. As long as I solve the problem of the Apostles, I will resign as the Commander-in-Chief."

Come to think of it, I had made such a promise to the head of the Huang Bo family, Huang Boak.

"Immediately after the war with the Apostles, the Xinchen uprising, so the period was only extended. Time is running out for this old monk to be the main master..."

At this point, Mujin knew what Hyuncheon was trying to say.

"Are you telling me to take over the throne?"

"Hehehe... It was right and right. Didn't this old monk also give up his position as the head of the room because he wanted to take on the position of the head of the room? Wouldn't it be plausible if you also used the excuse that you also left Shaolin for the sake of the Blind Priesthood for the same reason? Since you have escaped the law of Shaolin and descended properly, it would be good for you to continue your relationship with Shaolin."

This was the most suitable solution that Hyuncheon, who had accumulated years of experience, came up with.

However, instead of answering immediately, Mujin was worried.

"I think it's okay to be able to continue the relationship with Mu Yul and Mu Kyung indefinitely, but... It must be a lot of trouble."

It was a solution with pros and cons.

Anyway, now that the biggest enemy, Shincheon, is gone... Mujin wanted to spend the rest of his life relaxing.

During the day, moderate members· No, he was going to teach the introductory students iron and martial arts, and he was going to build his own muscles.

And in the afternoons, whether it was alcohol or love, I was going to enjoy life in moderation.

Mujin showed a hint of distress, and Hyuncheon hurriedly teased his mouth.

"Hehehe... Just think about it, when this old monk relinquishes his position. Who will challenge the leader? In the old monk's view, the most likely ones are the head of the Nangong Se family or the head of the Huangbo family..."

They weren't bad guys, but they were stupid and prone to instigation, and the Huang Bo family, who had already shown his greed for the Blind Leader's position.

Unless you're the boss, you're not interested, you're a bunch of crazy people who live in your own good taste.

The thought of the two of them becoming the leaders of the Political Alliance made even Mujin feel like his head was hurting.

"And Mujin knows you... The General Army is a capable man, but not a good man. When the Southern Palace Family and the Huangbo Family became the main lords, Just imagining what the General Army would do without them knowing is enough to make his eyes go dark."

“····”

The image of Meng playing in Zhuge Muhuan's hands like a puppet was pictured in Mu Jin's mind.

In spite of this, the result of Mu Jin's ten years of hard work and traversing the Central Plains was the Political Alliance.

Such a political affairs blind would fall into the hands of people like the Nangong family, the Huangbo family, or Zhuge Muhuan.

Moreover, if it was the Southern Palace or the Huangbo Family, it would be a peace treaty, Nabal, and Murim Clan, and they would strike the Southern Heaven Society or the Demon Cult.

Zhuge Muhuan was also a man who could break the peace treaty as long as his life was not in danger and the odds were certain.

Mu Jin didn't want to see any more people dying in heaps because of the war, so he finally sighed and opened his mouth.

"I'm going to take over the Leader's position."

Mu Jin's answer was answered by Xuanchen, who had a bright smile like a child.

"If you do, I'll let this old monk take his time while you're writing the martial arts book in Shaolin. Anyway, I have to negotiate a peace treaty with the Demon Cult and the Southern Heavenly Society, so I'll be able to take enough time..."

* * *

After a private meeting with Chen Tian, Mu Jin packed up his things the next day and headed to Shaolin.

Mujin's return march was accompanied by Shaolin monks who had recovered to some extent.

After a multi-day journey, they arrived in Shaolin and held a banquet to honor the souls of those who lost their lives in the last battle.

And ever since the banquet was over, Mujin's routine has been regular.

In the morning, as always, I woke up, warmed up, and began to iron and thin down.

For Mujin, who had lost his battle, the outer attack was the beginning and the end of his martial arts.

Of course, Mujin was able to forcibly deal with the Natural Keeper, but what was needed to forcibly deal with the Naturekeeper was the outer air.

If he couldn't maintain or increase the achievement of the Jade Kumgang Craft, Mujin's strength would inevitably decline rapidly.

‘··· Can you maintain your armed forces for ten or twenty years at most?'

It was Mujin's own heyday that was realistically calculated.

Apparently, it was difficult to build and maintain muscles beyond my forties.

Of course, there were people who were over fifty years of age and still boasted muscularity, but it was not enough compared to those who had made the same effort when they were younger.

In other words, from the forties onwards, it was more of a concept of slowing down the rate of weakening rather than becoming stronger.

"I don't know if I'll ever have an enlightenment about nature keepers before then."

Just like what it looked like before the Manifest Light became a Buddha.

If you asked yourself if it was possible to do that, the answer would be no.

Anyway, after finishing his morning workout, Mujin headed to Hye-kwan's residence after lunch.

No, now, instead of the holy Hye-kwan, he was replaced by his disciples, Dharma-hye and Mu-kyung.

"Let's go, Mu Kyung!"

“··· Huh

Looking at Mu Jin, who suddenly attacked, Mu Qing let out a deep sigh.

The reason why Mujin kidnapped Mu Kyung was simple. This was because Mujin's afternoon routine was to write a martial arts book.

Of course, Mu Jin was able to explain the tricks and tricks of the martial arts he had mastered.

The only problem was that Mujin could only solve it in a very straightforward and simple way.

It's just a way of expressing how each of the inner balls should be sent to what kind of blood level and what kind of flow should be moved.

However, Shaolin's martial arts are basically expressed in the language of "Buddhism." That's why I needed a martial arts system.

In addition, he was assisted by the monks who studied and managed the Fa Sutra and the Martial Arts at the Changjing Pavilion.

Jade gold and gold balls, free priesthood gold balls, etc. Furthermore, various exercise methods to train the outer air, iron strokes, etc.

If Mujin expresses the martial arts and exercise methods that Mujin is learning, Mu Qing, who has some understanding of the theory of martial arts and exercise methods, will refine them to fit the "martial arts book" a little more.

Then, based on the content refined by the Buddhist sutras, the monks go through the process of replacing the mysteries and mysteries in the Buddhist scriptures with Buddhist terms.

Thus, Mu Jin spent the whole afternoon wrestling with ink paper, and using the ghostwriters who had written martial arts books, and after dinner, he would practice martial arts.

As Mujin no longer had a power outage, there was no need to carry out the internal examination method.

As such, Mujin's martial arts training was entirely limited to the cultivation of martial arts using natural beings.

Recalling the time when he fought against God, he repeats the practice of performing various martial arts at the same time as a nature keeper.

Who knows? Mujin thought that if he repeated the training like this, he might get a little more used to being a natural keeper.

So much so that he wrote a book of iron and martial arts. Repeating martial arts training and repeating the same routine.

In the end, when the news reached Shaolin that the Zheng Mu League, the Demon Sect Southern Heavenly Society, and the Demon Sect Huiju had reached an agreement after more than a dozen days of talks.

One visitor came to Mujin.