It was clear that the chaos in the street had not spread to Naruto yet.
If that was the case, there wouldn’t have been any shouts that I can hear now, so “Taewonjinga! Taewonjinga is here!” “Wow!” There was a considerable distance from the main road to the ferry, but there was no one who did not hear cheers coming from afar among those who remained here.
And Sama Pyo, the black dragon sword, was one of them.
‘Go to Taewonjin… Samapyo’s eyes sank deeply.
Tae Won-jin. An emerging powerhouse that has grown rapidly in a short period of less than two years.
No, perhaps the word “eungheung” doesn’t fit. Because it has a deep-rooted history and legitimacy spanning 300 years.
And it was because of the existence of one person that the famous family, which had been slowly declining, was raised up.
‘Jin Tae-gyeong, the fire god dragon.’
The young man, who had been nothing more than a sprouting yellow sprout, was growing into a giant tree with deep roots in the soil of Moorim.
Each of the branches connected to him as one body is thick and dense.
King of Fire Jeokcheongang Hwasan God Dragon Cheongpung The teacher of Cheongpung, Geomseong Maejonghak and the Hwasan faction boasting a strong power ranked among the top in Gupabang. Even several prestigious daepas who made a relationship that was never shallow while touring the river.
And… Among them, Shaolin Temple, the head of Taishan North of Murim, was also included.
“I was wondering who would be such a great guest that the Lord of the Great Shaolin Temple would come out to meet me, and now I know.”
“Amitabha. Binseung is not a very leisurely person.”
Jeong-ho stared at Sama-pyo with a stiff face and continued.
“Also, I don’t have a carefree personality enough to see someone who is arguing nonsense.”
，，Ah， Sima Pyo had climbed onto the dopa before she knew it and let go of her hand and smiled.
“This is true. I’m sorry. It’s a normal habit.” “Please, I hope that is true.” “I am also a person who knows the law. Could it be that he harbored disrespectful thoughts toward Shaolin?” “Amitabha. You’d better refrain from any misleading behavior. Sama Shiju.” “Yes. But…;
the blurry smile on the corners of his mouth becomes clear again. Sama-pyo looked at the unknown monk wearing bamboo ribs and Jeong-ho alternately and continued
. From what you’re saying, you seem to be a very caring person.”
As can be seen from his position as Gyeyul Wonju, Jeong Ho’s position in Shaolin was by no means low.
His teacher was one of the three disciples of the former Shaolin master, Fa King Guengdo, who passed away
. Even within the Shaolin Temple, I guessed that the reason Jeong-ho, who is one of the leading figures, expressed such open hostility was because of that person’s true identity rather than his personality
. “…my ears are clear.” “As you know, I have good eyesight.” Jeong-ho frowned,
“Atima Buddha. Let’s stop playing with words and make a date later. We have to go to greet guests who have arrived earlier than scheduled.”
“Aha. I see. Did you take in a new disciple?”
“Hey, giver.”
Wooooooong,
when Seonjang (禪杖), which was held in Jeongho’s hand, let out a low resonant sound, a person who was quietly watching the situation suddenly opened his mouth, “It’s okay, the iron under the bamboo grains pressed down
deeply
. A harsh, scraping voice flowed out and stifled the surrounding air.
The monks of Shaolin Temple, including Jeongho, trembled at the mighty power contained in the voice, and the eight-foot tall giant opened his eyes wide, the size of a bell.
But Sima Pyo was surprised . The reason wasn’t just because of the momentum felt by the monks of Jukrip
. To him who hesitated for a moment, the monk of Jukrip quietly opened his mouth,
“Please return the sword to its original owner. We will not tolerate any noise here in Hanam.”
“If kite arrives, see you next time.”
That was the last one.
After saying a word as if it were blown away by the wind, the monk of Jukrip turned around and disappeared
.
“Which one is Somunju? I can’t win.”
“I don’t have a head. I have skills. I’m very strong.”
Sima Pyo did not answer, but
at the last moment, he remembered the soft light he could see under the bamboo ribs and muttered,
“This is the young Sasuk of the Lord of Gyeyul Wonju.”
It was a short time, but it was enough to guess her age.
The face revealed under the bamboo ribs was so young and…
“Somunju?”
“Yes, I am listening, you bastard.”
Sima Pyo, waking up from his thoughts, clicked his tongue slightly. Throwing his sword at the trembling merchant in the corner, he looked up at the sky and stretched out. “Let’s go. Let’s have a drink or two.
”
“Giru! Giru!”
“OK.”
The sky was blue, and the heroes who traversed Murim were gathering toward Hanam.
And the cheers of the crowd gathered at the ferry in the distance chanting Taewonjinga continued uninterrupted.
“I apologize for the inconvenience. Sasuk w The road to the ferry. At the words of Jeong-ho, who hurriedly approached, the monk of Juk-rip shook his head.
“It’s not Jeong-ho’s fault.”
“no. It was a problem that I had to end on my own. Unexpectedly, that young poem would come out that way… The uncomfortable planting was revealed on Jeong-ho’s face.
He was still offended by Sama-pyo’s words and actions.
At a time like this these days, while many eyes are watching on the roadside, it’s not enough to kill a bloodthirsty man, and he’s trying to provoke a priestess.
“I’ve heard that the Black Dragon Demon Gate is quite powerful in Gansu, but it seems to be more arrogant than I thought.”
“Is that so.”
Although the voice that came out was rough, the attitude of the speaker
was
very calm. However, from what I have heard, the power of evil spirits is not very strong.” “It is true.
But not all Sapas are like that.” “The Black Dragon Demon Gate belongs to that exception.” Yes, if it is a black dragon demon gate, it can be in three fingers among the sapa gates existing in the midfield. No, maybe it is the biggest focal point.” “What is the focal point that Sajil is talking about?” “It’s symbolic, Sasook.” “Symbolism…
“Black Dragon Demon Gate has the longest history in Sapa Murim. It was once one of the zodiac branches of the Demonic Cult.” “Have you betrayed me?” “Amitabha. A more appropriate word would be compromise.” The Black Dragon Demon Gate’s compromise was successful.
The victory of the long and devastating war eventually went to the political faction, and the Black Dragon Demon Gate gathered the Sapa Murim people in the central plains, who were scattered like grassroots, to restore the damage and increase their strength. This is because he looked down on Sharim, who suffered enormous damage in the past bloody history… Jeong-ho, who was about to continue talking in anger, suddenly shut up. As if reading his mind, the monk with a bamboo lip walking right next to him quietly opened his mouth.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. Sajil Jeong-ho.” “…Sasook.” “Everyone in Shaolin has been seriously injured. Some lost the priest who shared the joys and sorrows together, and some lost a disciple. Neither do I.” Step by step, step by step, became faster. A harsh voice continued from under the bamboo rib.
“I was… obviously sad beyond control. But just because he left a long way from which there is no return doesn’t mean that meaning disappears as well.”
The monks of Shaolin Temple, including Jeongho, bit their lips. How can I forget that day. How can I not know? The sadness he felt HO 口已， Everyone remembers. everyone knew
“I will do the will of his master. With just that one thought, I endured the time of repentance.” The skin
exposed at first glance under the bamboo ribs was as rough as his voice and was full of scars.
The past three months were a hellish time for someone unknown.
Those who heard the screams from the Confession Hall couldn’t hold back and shed tears as they repeated training and training.
Three months of anguish and pain,
but he endured it to the end. The sorrow and bloodshed brought on by his teacher’s death. Carrying our anger toward them on our shoulders, we continued to move forward, and
at the end, there was a realization that came like a ray of light:
“Jeongho Sajil.”
“Tell me. Sasuk.”
“Master often said that. They say it starts with people. If one is not enough, then two, but if it is difficult, three will do it. I just need to raise what has collapsed and
move on.
” After taking a nap all day, you only woke up after the protests got dark,
and shook the shoulder of the disciple who had come to wake you up but had fallen asleep with you, and pointed at the night sky that was spread high.
‘Look, you’re there too.’ The disciple rubbed his eyes and asked,
‘How do you call that star a disciple?’ ‘Because I followed that star when I first brought you.’ ‘ ‘That’s why it’s good.’
‘Yes?
‘ Even
after a long time passed, even after the heavenly spirit was distorted and a new star rose somewhere in the north. Even on
the day when the teacher left a long way and the temple of Shaolin was stained with blood, the
disciple remembered . “Teacher, where is my star now
? Are you becoming a star somewhere in the sky watching over this disciple?” I
stopped walking. Standing tall on a hill overlooking Naruto, he suddenly looked up at the sky.
The stars were nowhere to be seen in the clear blue sky.
Even if the day gets dark, he will not be able to recognize his own star. I won’t be able to find the master’s star either.
Even if I open my eyes wide, all I can see are two ships anchored at the ferry site and people coming down in a row.
Even if you listen closely, all you hear is the cheers of the crowd that has gathered like a cloud.
‘Master. Where are you.’ He gently closed his eyes. However, the stars are not visible even when the field of view is dim. Even with wide open ears, the teacher’s voice does not reach.
After all, it is the same today. It was the moment when he calmly opened his eyes when he realized the reality again.
Chow ah!
“Four people! A man ran into the river and fell into the water!”
“omg! That’s… the youngest!”
people’s screams. someone’s groan. And then the voice of someone familiar yet desperate.
“No, don’t just yell at the fuck. Rope! Throw some rope!” A light shimmered in front of my eyes, which was filled with only darkness. It was a new star that had risen from the north, and it was Master’s trace.
A smile formed on the stiff lips of Mu Myung, the monk of the bamboo ridge.
