Episode 869
The eyes of the kings (1)
“….”
The old monk’s eyes opened.
His eyebrows were long, almost like a beard. Even with his eyes open, his eyebrows, which covered half of his eyeballs, were similar to those of old Bodhidharma.
“…That guy really.”
There was no strength whatsoever in the old, grayish voice.
The lyrics, written on the body of a cracked and muddy voice, spread out as if they could cover the entire ground. No matter where I looked, there was no trace of vitality.
A skinny body. It was difficult to guess its age, and its appearance looked more like a ghost than a person.
“Anguish is like a snowflake. “If you avoid it because it’s cold, you’ll be scared. If you think it’s beautiful, you’ll be thrilled. Even when you know it’s pretty, you avoid it because you’re afraid of getting sick, but now you’ve touched that cool flame.”
I feel like I’m going to burst out laughing at any moment. The tone of speech was like that.
His voice is so cracked and weak that it gives off a strange feeling. He was a strange monk.
“Go ahead, you b*stard. “I already taught you everything I need to teach you thirty years ago, and I know that the reason you have not reached the light is not because of lack of ability but because of your will.”
The old monk, the teacher, did not see his disciple’s choice as a bad thing.
No, I actually thought it was great. Rather than resting on his overflowing talent, he went through a painful training process day after day to reach the ultimate realm, but was unable to reach out for fear of being consumed by agony once he entered that realm.
I consider suffering and Buddhism more important than martial arts. That alone deserved praise.
However, if it is the agony of a young person, if you are not able to shake off the agony even after ten or twenty years, that is an ugly act in its own way.
Fortunately, the student who was better than anyone else but was as ugly and stupid as an idiot seemed to have finally come to enlightenment.
Grumbling.
A thick fluid flowed from the corner of the old monk’s eyes.
It’s ooze, but its color is black. But the viscosity was just like ooze.
It wasn’t something that could be misunderstood as bloody tears. The color and viscosity of the flowing fluid was so thick.
The old monk wiped the ooze with his sleeve.
Chi-ik!
Along with the faint smoke, the sleeve I had wiped off the ooze was slightly burned.
“It’s getting worse.”
The old monk felt bitter.
In the world, there are things that are good to know and things that are not good to know.
The old monk knew that things would not work out on their own. But it was okay not to know. He thought so.
The result was this.
“That’s amazing. “How on earth could ‘he’ have held on to this for three centuries?”
An old monk sighing and looking into space.
The pupil of my left eye, where cloudy fluid had flowed, turned gray. It felt like I lost sight for a moment.
Ugh. Ugh.
The golden brilliance flickered repeatedly on the old monk’s body.
Although it was a highly pure energy, it seemed unstable for some reason.
‘If I keep going like this, in a few years…’
I had no regrets because I had lived long enough. It would have been nice if he could attain Buddha’s enlightenment and reach paradise, but it would not have been a bad idea to sacrifice one’s body for the world instead of attaining enlightenment.
However, it is disappointing.
‘I wish I could stop by at least once before I become a handful of bone dust.’
As a Shaolin priest, not a martial artist, there was a realization I wanted to pass on to my students.
Of course, if a disciple is talented, he will always realize what he has realized on his own.
But times were changing dramatically. The world of Tanggeum was changing faster, more violently, and more gloomily than the people in the world knew.
I wanted to convey this realization so that my disciples could achieve great things in that chaotic world, and so that Shaolin’s history could be maintained even if it was stained with blood and destroyed.
‘Is that also greed… How small and insignificant our conflict appears in the eyes of the sky, which is like the waves of the world.’
I couldn’t help it.
The old monk was still a monk. Although death was not far away, the path to becoming a Buddha seemed far away.
As a human being, dying is not a bad thing. However, since he is a human being, he is not free from the seven passions, so I wish he could give something for his disciples and the mountain temple.
Exciting!
My heart was beating loudly.
The old monk sighed inwardly. It was another seizure.
It’s been a few days and the seizures are already back. The symptoms were getting worse.
hook!
An old monk who suppresses his surging energy with the infinite power of Shaolin.
The battle of the old monks was continuing in the dark abode of Seongsan, which no one but the old monks of Shaolin knew about.
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“…!!”
Zhuge Munho’s eyes widened as he looked at the battlefield.
Needless to say, Cheon Hyo-rak, and even Seung Hyeon Jin-in, who is famous for his unwavering spirit, was holding his tongue.
“uh? “Are you here?”
It was really embarrassing to casually greet someone with a face covered in blood.
In the meantime, Yeon Ho-jeong was waving her hands as if she had caught her breath and even looked bright at first glance.
The bottoms were in good condition, but the top had gone somewhere, exposing the well-trained muscles. Even though there were all kinds of abrasions and cuts on it, it didn’t look like it was very painful.
“It looks like you have some business to attend to.”
“I guess so.”
Makwon’s appearance was also not normal. No, in some ways it seemed more rugged than Yeonhojeong.
I don’t know where I got it from, but I was wearing a black iron bar hanging over my shoulder, and the end of the bar was bent at a strange angle.
If the iron bar protected by the absolute divine power of the Heavenly Martial God Weapon and the Baekbyeong Shingun’s absolute strength was bent, it would not have been a very fierce battle.
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In fact, the atmosphere of the fierce battle between the two super experts was enough to shake the outer walls of the Murim Alliance. Because it was not an energy filled with the will of an absolute master, but a literal shock wave, everyone living in the outer castle could feel the energy.
If it weren’t for the fact that the two had said they were having a secret party, I would have thought there had been an earthquake.
Zhuge Wenhu sighed.
“What on earth is that?”
I was supposed to give him official treatment, but it was such a shocking sight that I couldn’t help but ask.
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled and approached.
“I had a little chat with my brother. “Now that we have created a new martial art, we need to find out how powerful it is.”
“Huh.”
Seunghyunjin shook his head.
“Are you satisfied with it?”
“of course.”
Seunghyeonjinin looked around.
The entire land area of over 50 square meters was completely devastated.
It was easy to imagine how powerful the forces collided. However, there were other traces that Seunghyunjin noticed.
“that…?”
“You saw it as expected.”
Seunghyunjin’s eyes wavered.
“Taijiquan (太極拳)’s martial arts training…?!”
“yes.”
Paang!
Yeon Ho-jeong said with a smile, lightly hitting his palm with his fist.
“The strength of straight lines is not everything. If you add the warrior spirit of Taijiquan, which is the pinnacle of softness, you can obtain tremendous destructive power and suppressive power. “I always planned to make it one, but I was finally able to combine it with my martial arts skills.”
“Huh!”
“It’s thanks to Jang Mun-jin’s teachings. thank you.”
“Is it possible to control it?”
“yes. “I competed with my brother to find out.”
Seunghyunjin stuck out his tongue.
“Be sure to stop by the shaman later.”
“yes?”
“You only taught one strand of Taijiquan’s enlightenment, but based on that, you took away the entire shaman’s martial arts. “Is there any other thief like this in the world?”
“Is that so.”
“I won’t tell you to vomit again, so please pass on some of your enlightenment to those stupid Taoists. “I should get that much.”
“I will definitely make time.”
“Please do so. “No matter how talented they are, there are people who can capture the essence of shaman martial arts with just Tai Chi, but how come they can’t even capture half of it?”
A look of deep regret appeared on Seung Hyun-jin’s face as he clicked his tongue.
Yeon Ho-jeong, feeling embarrassed for no reason, cleared his throat and looked at Zhuge Mun-ho.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, that’s it…”
Zhuge Wenhu looked at Cheon Hyo-rak.
Cheon Hyorak, who was looking around the battlefield blankly, quickly came to his senses and opened his mouth.
“Sobu….”
“Please solve Shinmarim’s problem?”
For a moment, Cheon Hyorak flinched. A look of deep surprise appeared on his beautiful face.
“How do you do that…?”
Zhuge Wenhu smiled bitterly and said.
“Don’t be surprised. “He is a person who can see seven or eight moves ahead.”
Yeon Ho-jeong shook his head.
“I heard that something went wrong at Shinmarim. “We must have come a long way to solve that problem, but the Murim Alliance is currently in such disarray.”
“…!”
“I don’t know if it’s a request or not, but is there anyone else besides me who would feel free to order it?”
Zhuge Wenhu said with a shy face.
“It hurts a little when you say it like that.”
Yeon Ho-jeong said with a chuckle.
“It’s true, right?”
“That’s true.”
“And that’s also true. In the first place, I came as a special envoy because of the Murim Lord’s matter, but now that ‘he’ has made up his mind, there is nothing else to do.”
“A risk!”
“Furthermore, Shinmarim is ruled by the Demon Master, who discusses the best in the world. “It would be more profitable to have at least a Seongcheon-level expert.”
Zhuge Wenhu nodded.
“That’s right. There are others besides you, Seongcheon, but it is difficult to ask the Geomje Seonbae. However, there is no reason to ask senior Baek Byeong-shin for help, so let’s move on…”
“Apprentice Noh Seon-bae is also here.”
“hmm?”
“You are here. “It looks like our paths diverged.”
Zhuge Wenhu’s eyes wavered.
Although he looked surprised, his voice did not waver.
“So you came.”
Yeon Ho-jeong said while looking at Cheon Hyo-rak.
“Time is running out, but it’s not so urgent that we have to leave right away. If that were the case, I would have sent a letter, but you couldn’t have come in person. “Am I right?”
“…you’re right.”
“Then, is it okay if I go after watching the Murim Lord’s appointment ceremony?”
“What more could I ask for in such a disappointing situation? “I am anxious, but I would be grateful if you could help me.”
Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.
“You are honest. “He is also someone I like.”
Yeon Ho-jeong asked Zhuge Mun-ho.
“When is the Murim Lord’s appointment ceremony?”
“The declaration will be made in three days, and we plan to keep it as simple as possible, so I’m guessing it will be around five days.”
“What do you plan to do with the backlash from public opinion?”
The public ambassador of Shaolin Bangjang becomes the first leader. No one will deny it.
But there is an order to everything. The election of the leader, which was carried out so suddenly, will be announced to many people, and there will certainly be people who will be offended by it.
Of course, there will be no outright opposition. Still, I felt like they were processing things a bit hastily when more time could have been used to minimize complaints.
“I had no choice but to endure a certain level of dissatisfaction. “I thought it was right to proceed as is before the ambassador’s heart wavers.”
“okay.”
“Anyway, you can’t go alone. “I still don’t have the courage to see Lord Yeonga or Lord Mukryong.”
“Of course I can’t do it alone. “It will take several people.”
“Well, the troops that will be with us….”
“I will guess. “At least.”
“Would you like to?”
“yes. “I need to talk to the sky driller about how much power is needed.”
“Okay, thank you. And I’m sorry. “I always do bad things.”
“it’s okay. Ah, now that I’m talking…”
Yeon Ho-jeong looked at Seung Hyeon-jin.
“I will take Ok Qing with me.”
“Yes? Oh, you mean Okcheong?”
“That’s right.”
“her! Would jade blue help? Of course, he has grown greatly….”
“There is a reason why the shaman Geomseon praised him as a talent better than himself. “I didn’t know before, but now I understand.”
Yeon Ho-jeong twirled his shoulders.
“There is much more to do. “Father, Brother Moyong, Ambassador, etc. I’m going to be extremely busy again.”
