◈ Geunmukjaheuk (3)
About ten days had passed since the Shaolin disciples began staying at the shaman.
Mujin was feeling embarrassed as he watched the scene at the training ground.
‘It’s a somewhat familiar sight.’
In the training hall, more than a hundred shaman disciples each laid out a cloth on the floor and took the same posture on it.
‘How did the wrist training time change to GX time?’
Well, if it was an opportunity, that was probably it. Did you teach Cheongsu Dojang some bodyweight exercises and muscle stretching techniques?
I told Cheongsu Dojang how to exercise for a few days, and one day, not only Cheongsu Dojang but also many shaman disciples came to visit.
In this case, I just said that it would be better to hold the event in the training hall rather than in the front yard of the pavilion given to Shaolin.
‘Why is everyone coming?’
Little by little, the number increased, and now the shaman’s third and second generation disciples were all coming to the training hall.
However, while it was a waste of time, it was also ambiguous.
‘Originally, it was a time to teach wrist training methods.’
In fact, most of the wrist training methods were taught. To be exact, the basic level things they can follow.
Wrist training is ultimately about strengthening muscles, so not only will you not grow rapidly in a day or two, but if you train your wrists every day ignorantly, it will only have the opposite effect.
In other words, it was like doing other exercises on a day when I was supposed to rest my wrist anyway.
Thanks to that, Mujin became an instructor teaching hundreds of members.
“You’ll have to bend a little more there.”
“You need to breathe. “You breathe in, and as you breathe out, you bend a little more.”
Shaolin disciples served as a kind of teaching assistant.
From the perspective of Shaolin disciples, one may wonder whether it is necessary to teach exercise to shaman disciples who are not alumni.
“Oooh! “You have really great muscles, Do-woo!”
“If we exercise regularly, we can grow our bodies, right?”
“Hehehe. “This is nothing compared to the quality of Mujin sand.”
The Shaolin disciples were beside themselves as the shaman disciples with bodies like poker-shaped eyes were shining brightly and praising their muscles.
Anyone who has ever exercised knows that getting in shape is an act that is close to asceticism. Martial arts training is fun in its own way, but when it comes to weights, you just keep lifting heavy weights over and over again. He had to repeat the difficult and tedious work for years.
Complimenting my muscles may have meaning for the muscles themselves, but it felt even better because I was being praised for the effort I had put in. It was one of the biggest reasons why gymnasts like to praise their muscles and want to show them off to someone.
In that sense, the innocent shaman disciples who lived in the mountains practicing only swords captured the hearts of the Shaolin disciples with their honest and pure praise.
Well, the most outstanding of them all was the Cheongsu Dojo.
“Mujin Do! What’s your next move!”
“As expected, it’s Mujin Do-nim! How can you move so flexibly with muscles that look like pieces of iron!?”
The words of pure praise that did not seem intended as flattery poured out again and again.
Meanwhile.
The shaman’s Unjabae, who were watching the shaman disciples and Shaolin disciples hanging out, were also thinking similar thoughts to Mujin.
‘How did it come to this… … .’
It was similar, but it felt something different.
* * *
About twenty days have passed since Mujin and the Shaolin disciples arrived at the shaman.
Meanwhile, the relationship between the Shaolin disciples and the shaman disciples became even closer.
It was also because every morning, Mujin and Shaolin disciples taught the shaman disciples exercises.
The biggest reason was that after about 15 days, Mujin’s treatment and wrist training methods began to show effectiveness.
The main inspectors of shamans who complained of wrist pain. Unjabaena’s disciples began to show great favor to Mujin.
And today, as usual, right after Mujin treated the wrists of the shaman swordsmen.
“Mujin dough. “Could you please talk to Bondo for a moment?”
Suddenly, Jinin Song, the shaman’s master, caught Mujin.
“The time is fine, but is there a problem?”
Transport Jinin, who smiled hollowly at Mujin’s question, finally opened his mouth only after all the shaman swordsmen and Shaolin disciples had left.
“When I asked my brother Unheo, I was told that he could not tell me the cure for Mujin Dou because of the contract with the Cheonryu Sangdan.”
“yes.”
Moo-jin responded to Jin-in’s words in an uneasy tone.
‘Are you trying to tell me to tell you, even if it’s secretly?’
Just as Mujin was starting to feel doubts, the transport Jinin added.
“Then, in exchange for treatment, could you possibly open a musculoskeletal treatment clinic near Wudang Mountain?”
“You mean the congressman?”
“I see. I heard that the clinic not only corrects the wrists but also the muscles of the entire body. The wrists are the most serious, but there are quite a few people whose other areas are not healthy due to the arduous training. However, you can’t just hold Mujin Doo like a shaman.”
Transportation At Jinin’s words, Mujin started tapping the abacus in his head.
‘Yongzhong Mountain, where the Zhuge family is located, was probably less than two hundred miles away from here, right?’
At that distance, it was a distance that could be covered in one hour from what is now Mujin.
It could be said that this was an opportunity to make a fuss in the name of a lawmaker right under the nose of Jegal Sega, who was expected to cause an accident in the future.
After completing the calculations, Mujin opened his mouth with a business smile.
“Then, Gyeonhyeon, which is closest to the shaman, seems to be the most suitable location.”
“Hehehe. “If it’s Gyunhyeon, it will be easy for us shamans to come and go.”
“If you do, I will send a kite to the main mountain and Cheonryu Sangdan.”
Both Mujin and Transportation Jinin ended the conversation with satisfied smiles.
* * *
“I feel sorry for sending you here.”
Looking at the prepared Shaolin disciples, the transport master showed a complex and subtle expression.
Hye-geol, the representative, smiled brightly and responded to the transportation expert.
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“It was said that it was a meeting of the elders who organized the conversation, so wouldn’t there be time to meet again? ha ha ha.”
The day has come for Dalpo, who had promised, to return to the Shaolin disciples who had spent their time to the fullest.
“Our shaman has been greatly indebted to Mujin Dou, so please send us a kite whenever we need help. “This favor will definitely be repaid.”
“I’m just sorry that we couldn’t spend a longer time together. However, now that we have opened a clinic in Gyunhyeon, if you are feeling unwell, you can go there.”
Jinin smiled softly at Mujin’s humility.
Treatment is treatment, but thanks to the wrist training method taught by Mujin, the next shaman swordsmen can now be said to be free from chronic diseases.
In addition, there are simple muscle training methods and muscle lengthening procedures that will increase the flexibility of the body.
From a shaman’s perspective, there can be no greater blessing than this.
at that time. Cheongsu Dojang approached Mujin, who was exchanging greetings with Jinin.
“It is truly unfortunate. ha ha ha. “If I had known you were leaving this early, I would have signed up for a sparring match yesterday.”
It was clear that the Cheongsu seal was truly disappointed. It’s not that it’s not, after losing to Mujin, Cheongsu Dojang kept replaying the dance with Mujin in his head.
However, I couldn’t think of a way to deal with Mujin’s awesome power yet, so I was just practicing the training method that Mujin taught me.
The fool who only knew this sword did not even know the date of the return of the Shaolin disciples. So, now I was regretting it.
“Or perhaps, could I ask you to have a shower today?”
Since he couldn’t have another fight when he had to return to Shaolin, Mujin expressed his refusal in moderation.
“Anyway, there will be a martial arts competition in a year and a half, so how about sharing hands again then?”
“ah! Now that I think about it, the Moorim competition will be held at that time. I forgot about it because I wasn’t interested. ha ha ha. “If Mujin Do participates, it will be a fun competition.”
Seeing Cheongsu answer with a bright smile, Mujin just smiled lightly.
“ruler! “Let’s go!”
And after a while.
With Hye-geol’s loud shout, the Shaolin disciples began to descend Mt. Wudang.
Without a doubt, the three huge carriages and the ignorant pieces of metal were lifted.
* * *
Yongzhong Mountain, Hubei Province.
Unlike the other Five Dynasties and most of the Murim clans who settled in places such as Hyeon or Chengdu, the Zhuge Dynasty settled in the mountains like other sects.
There may be several reasons for this, but the biggest reason was probably due to historical roots.
It is a mountain where the famous Warlong (臥龍) Zhuge is said to have lived in seclusion, and it was the setting of the Three Kingdoms and Early Dynasties.
In addition, since it was located on a mountain, the mountain was reclaimed and a huge manor was used.
Above all, taking advantage of the geographical advantage of mountains, various formations filled the interior and exterior of the Zhuge family. It would probably have been an impossible task in a city or a prefecture with many people moving around.
Thus, it was the Zhuge Dynasty who built Cheolongseong Fortress on the side of the mountain, worthy of the nickname ‘Jegal the Divine’.
In the spacious training hall on one side of the Zhuge family’s huge manor, Zhuge Jinhui took a deep breath as he held the fan in both hands.
“Whoa.”
After learning various exercise methods and muscle extension techniques from Mujin, he returned to Sega. About nine months passed.
When he returned to Sega and first started the exercises that Mujin had taught him, everyone in the family would look at Zhuge Jinxi with strange eyes.
Zhuge Dynasty believes that martial arts is something to be practiced with one’s head and understanding, and takes pride in being the successor of Zhuge Gong.
Naturally, when she ignorantly lifted up a piece of iron and held it up, I was worried or excited that she might have fallen into a coin trap.
Furthermore, there were more than a few people who were amazed at the sight of her in a strange posture (she was undergoing muscle lengthening surgery).
However, it is said that humans are creatures of adaptation, so as she focused only on training and exercise without worrying about the opinions of those around her, the people of the Zhuge family gradually adapted as well.
That adjustment was more like accepting that something had gone wrong with her brain.
However, the gaze of the adults in her family or the snickering of her siblings who were competing for the position of head of the family had no effect on her training.
‘Now there are less than two years left.’
Her mind was filled with only thoughts about the martial arts tournament she had promised to Mujin.
‘Still, I need to catch my breath for a moment.’
Didn’t Mujin do that? It is said that growth is possible only when the body recovers after suffering. In training, overdoing things was prohibited.
And as she was catching her breath for a moment, a strange sound of conversation reached her ears.
“The martial arts exchange between Shaolin and shamans, is that true?”
“When I heard it, I heard that the monk from Mujin was also there. “Elder Zhuge Hyeon, who was attacked by that guy in Namchang, was attacking him, but it seems he couldn’t target him because he was with the shaman.”
He tried to ignore it without much thought, but the word ‘Shaolin’ and the name ‘Mujin’ couldn’t help but arouse Zhuge Jinhui’s interest.
Focusing on her hearing, she listened more closely to the conversations of those passing by the fence next to the training center.
‘If it goes according to the agreement, I will have to endure until the martial arts competition.’
Still, nine months was quite a long time. Moreover, it is not necessary to go all the way to Hanam, but to Mt. Wudang, which is just a stone’s throw away.
‘Wouldn’t it be okay if I went to visit you?’
okay! All you have to do is pretend that you ran into a shaman by chance while visiting the shaman for some business!
As expected from the brilliant daughter of the Zhuge family, she thought of a good cause and immediately took action.
* * *
next day.
Zhuge Jinxi, fully prepared, departed from Sega early in the morning and arrived at Gyunhyeon, the area closest to Wudangsan Mountain, around noon.
‘Maybe we’ll meet and spar, right? And the stomach may make strange noises for no reason.’
After enjoying a quick lunch here, she decided to climb Mt. Wudang.
Take a walk around Gyunhyeon to find a decent restaurant you like. She found a plaque on a manor that caught her eye.
[Musculoscopic Therapy Clinic]
It was the same lawmaker’s plaque that I saw in Deungbong County and Nanchang.
She entered the manor with anticipation, and soon encountered a familiar figure.
“What are you doing here?”
“… … “So, what is going on here?”
The woman I met at the clinic in Dengbong County. Ryu Seol-hwa.
After receiving the letter from Mujin, Ryu Seol-hwa quickly prepared and came to Gyunhyeon here to open a clinic. This time, to spend even a little longer time together.
But truly sadly, after completing his interaction with the shaman, Mujin returned to Seongsan just a few days after she came.
It was an efficient thought, as she could now manage the clinic on her own, so there was no need for her to be there, but from Ryu Seol-hwa’s perspective, it was a heartbreaking story in many ways.
Trying to hide his sad feelings, Ryu Seol-hwa asked in a kind tone.
“By any chance, have you come to visit Monk Mujin?”
To her question, Zhuge Jinhui answered in a confident tone.
“yes. “Because I promised something.”
At her metaphorical expression, Ryu Seol-hwa just snorted inwardly. It was Ryu Seol-hwa who already knew that the contract was a secret weapon.
“I see. Monk Mujin is in the Shaman sect, so if you want to meet him, you will have to climb Mt. Mudang.”
“Thanks for letting me know.”
Jegal Jin-hee, who left the clinic with a victorious smile on his face at Ryu Seol-hwa, left the meal behind and headed straight to Mt. Wudang.
And what was waiting for her.
“Are you talking about Mujin Dou? “He passed away yesterday.”
“All the Shaolin disciples left together.”
It was a kind response from the shaman disciples who guarded the entrance to Haegeomji.
‘… … ‘How dare you fool me?’
I can’t believe that I, a descendant of Zhuge Gongmyeong, was deceived by someone.
Zhuge Jinhui, with blood on his forehead, walked down Mt. Wudang as quickly as possible and went to see the doctor again.
Is it because of anger or because I moved my body in a hurry?
Ryu Seol-hwa smiled brightly and answered Jegal Jin-hee, who returned to the clinic with his face redder than usual and criticized him.
“oh. Did you pass away? “I didn’t know either.”
“… … “You didn’t know?”
Jegal Jinhee, who is glaring at me with a cold expression.
“yes.”
Ryu Seol-hwa’s bright smile met his eye smile.
* * *
Meanwhile, at that time.
Mujin, who was pulling a wagon loaded with exercise equipment to return to Shaolin, suddenly started coughing.
‘Ugh. ‘Why the chill all of a sudden?’
Did you catch a cold because your sweat cooled down when you took a short break earlier?
Mujin, whose thoughts had reached that point, had a look of serious worry on his face.
Mu-gyeong, who was running next to him, saw Mu-jin’s serious expression and asked.
“what’s the matter? Are you sick?”
“no. “I’m not sick right now, but I feel a little uncomfortable.”
“What’s bothering you?”
“Because if you catch a cold, you may lose muscle.”
In response to Mujin’s answer, Mukyung looked at Mujin with a strange expression.
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