Episode 110
a contract that is not a contract
Jeong Gwang was satisfied as he looked around Hyeontongsa Temple.
There was more to see than I thought.
As I felt better, my stomach also got bigger.
“Priests. “Please make a donation to the Buddhist memorial box.”
“yes? “Si, Siju?”
“huh. “What’s wrong?”
It’s not just wrong, it’s very wrong.
Jeong Gwang is making a donation!
How on earth could this possibly happen?!
“… … execution. Are you serious?”
“huh.”
“… … Why all of a sudden… … ?”
“Whether it’s a temple or a cage, it’s the vegetables and the food, so we have to help and make a living.”
“… … All right.”
As Baek Seung-mu tried to take out the slip, Jeong Gwang said.
“Just one piece for the lowest amount.”
“… … yes.”
“How much does that cost?”
After hearing Baek Seung-moo’s answer, Jeong Gwang changed his words a little.
“Just give me one hermit. Even Buddha would prefer that to a piece of paper.”
At that time, Buddha, who had been following Jeong Gwang, intervened.
“You don’t have to include it. “Your heart alone will rejoice.”
“I don’t have the heart, so I should at least put this in.”
“… … “That is also true.”
“But why are you following me?”
“We just happen to take the same path.”
Jeong Gwang frowned.
“What did Monk Gongwu say?”
“How did you know?”
“It’s obvious. and. “I really didn’t see Shaolin Temple like that.”
“… … ?”
“You lose the argument and then you start talking to the old monk.”
“… … tattle?”
“Did you ask for revenge? Are you going to do it?”
Wrinkles appeared around the Buddha’s eyes.
Jeong Gwang was a much stranger guy than he expected.
“Still, he is a child called an ancient dragon in the rivers and lakes. “I don’t do that.”
Just then, Gongwoo appeared.
He greeted Jeong Gwang politely.
“Amitabha Buddha. “I meet Jinokryong.”
“Infinite Buddha. hello.”
“I heard it on the way. “Please rest assured that nothing like that happened.”
Baek Seung-moo and Zhao’s faces turned red.
It was because Jeong Gwang was embarrassed.
But Jeong Gwang was confident.
“Then that’s it.”
“… … .”
“Then you two have a good time. “We will play among ourselves.”
Jeong Gwang and his party took their steps again.
Then the Buddha followed, and naturally his son, Gongwu, also followed.
Seungmoo Baek is secretly… … No, it was so uncomfortable that I shivered.
Because it was not a common experience to have one of the Ten Lords, the ultimate warrior, follow along with Sason.
Finally, Baek Seung-moo could no longer bear it and sent a message.
-execution. Are you going to keep going like this?
-then?
-… … Because I keep getting on my nerves.
-Just ignore it.
-… … yes?
-Treat me like someone who doesn’t exist. Then it will fall off on its own.
-… … !
Baek Seung-moo’s heart pounded.
‘… … Oh, it will fall off on its own?’
How fortunate I am that it is a whole sound.
If he had said it in words, he would have done a sword dance even if it were Buddha instead of Buddha.
‘Let’s not ask any more. ‘I just walk without thinking.’
But can it be easy?
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His complexion worsened over time.
On the other hand, Zhao was one step ahead of Baek Seung-mu as he had more experience.
It had been a long time since I had cleared my head without even thinking about asking Jeong Gwang.
Simply put, it is a state of being thoughtless and thoughtless.
This was the secret to longevity that he realized after swearing several times to obey Jeong Gwang.
As the five of us walked around Hyeontongsa Temple, we saw deer wandering around the grounds.
Jeong Gwang swallowed his saliva when he saw the guys.
Baek Seung-moo, who was startled by this, spoke urgently.
“Fine, death penalty. “Eating meat is not allowed in the temple.”
Jeong Gwang was truly surprised.
“Priests. What are you looking at me for? “How could I possibly do something like that in a clean and pure place like Hyeontongsa Temple?”
“It’s ridiculous, but if it’s the death penalty… … .”
“What if it’s the death penalty?”
Baek Seung-mu barely changed the words he was about to say.
Make it sound a little bit better.
“… … “Isn’t there anything that is impossible for you?”
“no way. “Not everything is like that.”
“… … .”
“Seeing the deer makes me hungry. “We’ve seen everything there is to see, so let’s go down.”
“… … Yes, death penalty.”
“Before that, would you like to go and ask the monks here?”
“yes? “What do you mean?”
Jeong Gwang said as if asking why he was asking the obvious.
“Among the restaurants nearby, I wonder which restaurant serves good meat dishes and alcohol. “You have to ask a local to get introduced to the right place.”
* * *
Of course, Baek Seung-moo could not carry out Jeong Gwang’s instructions.
Instead, they asked the worshipers to find a good place, and after coming down from the mountain, they ended up having a meal at Omi Banjeom (五味飯店).
Buddha and Gongwu, who followed them, had to wait outside, because Omi Banjeom was a very expensive, high-end restaurant.
Gongwu glanced at the Buddha statue standing silently and remembered Jeong Gwang’s face.
‘You act like that even though you clearly know that we are following you…’ … .’
It was a clear disregard.
I heard he had an unpredictable personality, but I never thought it would be like this.
It was so much that I wondered if my head was really weird.
‘How could someone like that come out of the gate? That too in Kunlun.’
Kunlun was a sect that suffered from a chronic shortage of talent because it was located in the outskirts of Cheonghae Province.
At that point, even if he had a certain level of qualification, he would be accepted as a disciple, and he was famous for thoroughly examining the character of the person involved.
The general opinion was that a disciple who was initiated in this way had to always think about the way, so there was little chance of his character being violated.
‘Furthermore, Jinokryong’s founder is the virtuous Unhu Jinin, and his master is a well-reputed Heocheong Dojo. But why… … ?’
It was all a misunderstanding.
When He Qing found Zheng Guang abandoned on the mountain, Zheng Guang was a newborn baby.
But how can you measure your heart?
Moreover, Jeong Gwang hated even the sound of reading the Tao sutra, let alone thinking about the Tao.
Even if he was reincarnated, he was still him.
At least, thanks to the generous love of Unhu and Heocheong, he was able to grow to the point where he was not considered a martial arts hero.
However, Gongwoo, who did not know this, was not satisfied with the current situation.
‘How long will this have to go on? I guess I said something meaningless to Sajo.’
Gong Yu was shocked when he did not receive support from the grassroots during the debate with Zheng Guang at Yungang Grottoes.
It was because the principles he had learned and cultivated in Shaolin were denied.
‘What was even more painful was… … .’
My heart was a little shaken by Jeong Gwang’s logic.
Confused, he returned to Mt. Odaesan and asked Buddhist monk Buddha for guidance.
Buddha, who had been listening silently, suddenly stepped forward and said he had to take a look at the concentrate.
‘why… … ?’
Gongwoo fell into another worry.
After some time had passed, Jeong Gwang and his party came out of the spot.
It was clear that he had eaten and drank properly, as his stomach was bulging and his face was pale.
Gongwu’s eyebrows twitched.
‘Drinking as a Taoist?’
When I sniffed it, I could smell meat.
‘Isn’t this just bullshit!’
Gongwoo recalled the rumors he had heard so far.
It was said that he had no manners, was very rough with his hands, was extremely arrogant, and although he revealed his wealth excessively, he did not do anything that went against the agreement.
‘… … As expected, there are more bad stories. ‘Isn’t it a false rumor that we don’t do anything that goes against the agreement?’
His thoughts could not continue.
This is because countless women flocked to Jeong Gwang, no matter where he appeared.
“Kyaaah! “So cool!”
“I can’t believe there is such a handsome man in the world!”
At that moment, Jeong Gwang unfolded his divine law.
They were already running in the distance, but Baek Seung-moo and Zhao followed behind without panicking.
“Mr. Sasukjo. “What are you going to do?”
Buddha answered Gongwoo’s question with a calm face.
“Let’s go.”
“… … Yes, Sasukjo.”
The two followed Jeong Gwang and his group.
Gongwoo didn’t even know at this time.
That hellish suffering would begin.
* * *
Every time I had a meal, I waited outside a high-end restaurant, clutching my hungry stomach.
At night, I slept outside the fancy guesthouse, soaking in the night dew.
When women flocked to Jeong Gwang, they ran after him.
As these same days repeated, the suspicion in Gongwoo’s mind deepened.
‘What on earth is Sajo looking for in an author? ‘Whatever it is, is there a need to go this far?’
If it was as originally expected, it would end soon.
But after rolling for several days, I had no idea when it would end.
‘Even if it’s me… … .’
Gongwu saw the Buddha, a Buddhist monk.
Thanks to his strong martial arts skills, there didn’t seem to be any major problems, but given his age, I couldn’t help but be worried.
‘As expected, the meal was very poor.’
The Buddha’s massive muscles seemed to have shrunk as he fed himself with donations from passing donors.
‘Sleeping is also a problem.’
I was homeless every day.
His monk’s clothes were dirty, his face looked like a beggar.
‘As expected, we should stop here.’
If you think about it calmly, it was… … .
‘… … ‘How can I step forward when this is what the founders are doing?’
Considering the law, I didn’t dare do that.
‘What should I do with this?’
Two thoughts fought in Gongwu’s head.
The fight ended not with a victory for either side, but with an appropriate compromise.
‘I can’t keep following along like this forever. ‘You have to ask about the destination and find a way.’
Gong Yu called out to Jeong Gwang, who was walking in front of him.
“Jinokryong. May I ask you a question?”
Jeong Gwang responded by continuing to walk.
“Please.”
“It’s not like you’re going here and there aimlessly. “Where is your destination?”
Jeong Gwang recited the poem in a clear voice.
“Rainbow buns from the Qingming era.”
A streetwalker’s yokdanhon (a person’s soul on the road).
Chamunjuhacheoyu (借問酒家何處有).
Mokdong Yojihaenghwachon (牧童遙指杏花村).”
It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival.
A traveler on the road is about to lose his mind.
I asked where the bar was.
The shepherd teaches us about a village where apricot blossoms are blooming.
Jeong Gwang asked Gong Woo, who blinked.
“You know, right?”
“… … I do not know.”
“uh? Don’t you know the famous poem, Qingming, by Du Fu, who is revered as a poet saint?”
When Jeong Gwang asked in surprise, something arose in Gong Woo’s mind.
‘I really want to see you! ‘How could a Taoist be so rude!’
Gongwoo, who was about to lose his temper, turned the prayer beads around his neck one by one and sighed.
‘Amitabha Buddha… … As a monk, my discipline is so shallow… … ‘You don’t have the courage to see the Buddha.’
But this wasn’t Gongwoo’s fault.
Even if it were Buddha instead of him, he would have been angry.
Gongwoo, who was calming his mind by twirling the prayer beads with his fingers, almost broke the beads when Jeong Gwang continued.
“You don’t know how to read.”
“… … !”
Nonsense!
Of course I knew the text.
Isn’t that how you read Buddhist scriptures?
However, because he entered Shaolin at a very young age, he did not know much about poetry.
It was a strange thing in itself for Jung to know and enjoy poetry.
“Shall I take it easy?”
“… … .”
Gongwu memorized the Heart Sutra in his heart.
‘Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Haengsim Prajna Paramita, Jogyeon Oon Gaegong, Doilche High Aeg Sariza, Saekbuli Gong, Gongbulbisaek, Saekbulgi Gong, Gongjuksisaek… … .’
Jeong Gwang, who was completely unaware of that fact, continued speaking.
Actually, I would have done that even if I knew.
“The apricot blossom village mentioned in this poem refers to Haenghwa Village in Bunyang County, Shanxi Province. “I’m on my way there.”
Gongwu pushed away the Heart Sutra that had filled his mind and focused on the name Haenghwachon.
‘What is there that makes me go there? It must be an unusual reason.’
That’s something to ask.
“What is there that you are going for?”
Fortunately, Jeong Gwang spoke without hiding anything.
“The sake brewed there is famous. “Let’s go drink that.”
Gongwu was revered as the ancient dragon of the Nine Dragons Peak because of his strong martial arts skills, but he thought of himself as a monk, not a warrior.
This was because of the principles of Shaolin, and naturally he had no choice but to devote a lot of time and effort to cultivating his mind.
Combining this with the Buddhist spirit I had developed over a long period of time and my innate willpower, I was able to avoid being struck by a fire-entry demon or beating Jeong-gwang to death.
Still, I couldn’t even stop the sound coming out of my mouth.
“… … “What a great reason.”
“Yes? Because it’s worth it. Would you like to have a drink together?”
Gongwu, who had once again memorized the Heart Sutra from beginning to end, barely answered.
“The Hinayana does not drink grain tea.”
“this. That’s too bad.”
At that time, Buddha, who had been silent, intervened.
“I will deal with you.”
“yes?”
“Sajo, Sajo! “A grain truck!”
Buljon gestured to Gongwu and then spoke to Jeonggwang.
“I’m not saying I’m going to drink grain tea. “I would like to have tea and talk with you.”
“I don’t think it would be fun just to think about it.”
“I’m going to tell you something quite interesting, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“really?”
“of course. Instead, please answer my questions.”
Jeong Gwang stared at the Buddha.
It wasn’t about looking at the outside.
It was about understanding his mood, energy, and smell.
‘Hmm. It’s different from the Ten Lords I’ve met so far.’
It was different from the Shaolin monks.
Somehow it reminds me of his school of thought, Unhu.
In short, it was pretty average.
‘Let’s at least listen to the plan that followed.’
Jeong Gwang readily agreed.
“If you can answer that, yes.”
A contract, not a contract, was established.
This is how they headed to Haenghwachon.
As soon as Jeong Gwang arrived, he started drinking.
Don’t forget to politely offer advice to the Buddha.
“Just eat it.”
“Okay.”
“Then would you like some meat?”
“That’s okay too.”
Jeong Gwang’s face became a little more serious.
“Speaking of alcohol. “Why are you doing this when you like meat?”
“After becoming a monk, I abstained from eating meat. So there’s nothing to like.”
“I don’t eat meat, but my body is like that? Nonsense.”
“Do you believe that everything you know is true? “There are many exceptions in the world.”
Jeong Gwang looked with a straight face.
“I have many aunts in Kunlun. There are quite a few people who say they gain weight just by drinking water, but those are all lies… … .”
Baek Seung-moo, who had been fidgeting earlier as Jeong-gwang continued to speak rudely, intervened.
“Fine, death penalty. Even though you are a Taoist monk, don’t you have great muscles?”
“I eat meat.”
“… … ah.”
Baek Seung-moo was knocked out in one hit.
Zhao, who had been watching with his mouth sealed, looked at Baek Seung-moo with a pitiful look in his eyes.
It meant that you still don’t know the concentration.
Buddha smiled and then slowly opened his mouth.
“Rather than that, I’ll tell you something funnier now.”
It was a pure laugh, but when it appeared on the Buddha’s rugged face, it seemed like a threat.
Jeong Gwang’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
martial arts,
