Episode 914 There is no such thing as a fight. (4)
“What….”
“….”
“You came?”
The head slowly turns to the side.
Seeing this, Hyeonjong closed his eyes tightly without realizing it. Because now I know very well what that guy is thinking when his hair gets bent like that.
“Hmm. So…”
“Yes.”
“The smoke came from Shaolin.”
“Ah, Shaolin.”
“That’s right. Shaolin.”
“Is that Shaolin the Shaolin I know? “A place like that, with shiny bald heads crowded together on a mountain called Seongsan Mountain?”
Hyeonjong’s eyes urgently scanned the room.
I was wondering if there would be another shiny bald head(?) here, but fortunately everyone here boasts a lot of hair… and
abundance….
“Why are you doing that?”
As Hyeonjong’s gaze rested on Hyeonyoung for a while, Hyeonyoung tilted her head.
“That…”
“Yes?”
“Oh no.”
Hyunjong swallowed the words he couldn’t bear to say and slightly averted his gaze. The area around my eyes became moist.
That poor guy has been suffering all his life…
“Hehehe.”
Hyeonjong cleared his throat loudly and looked back at Cheongmyeong.
“okay. “That Shaolin is right.”
“Yes?”
Cheongmyeong said with a slightly surprised expression.
“That Shaolin is sending us a message? oh my god! I thought the only thing we would share now was warm fists and cool knives, but now it’s a stove! The attitude of civilized people to solve problems through dialogue is between us and those bastards…” “
Oh no. Cheongmyeong. Even so, it’s not like we can’t send a letter…”
“Yesss?”
Cheongmyeong asked with wide eyes.
“No, Jang Moon-in! “What do you mean, a western temple?”
“That letter…”
“A letter is something written in writing, right?”
“huh? Yes. yes. But why is that…”
“Sending something in writing means understanding what is being said. “There’s no way those bald Shaolin bastards can understand what you’re saying, so how can they send a letter?”
“….”
“If you had understood what I was saying, you wouldn’t have done that damn thing until now! How can people without hair be able to read? “It’s equally black!”
If Cheongmyeong had been heard by the court, he would have foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Meanwhile, King Hyeonjong was feeling very fortunate that there were no foreigners here.
“…okay. Strangely enough, a letter was sent. So, I would like to discuss the contents first.”
“Really?”
“…please.”
When Hyeonjong spoke with an earnest face, Cheongmyeong folded his arms and nodded.
“what. Let’s listen.”
“okay. okay. Think carefully…”
“You can even listen to a dog barking, but can’t you listen to even one barking?”
“….”
Hyeonjong quickly opened his mouth, reminding himself that the best way to talk to Cheongmyeong was to quickly state the matter.
“This is a chimney in the name of the Shaolin Bangjang court. “It’s a letter addressed to Cheonwoo-maeng, not Hwasan.”
“What about the content?”
“Hmm.”
Hyeonjong spoke with a slightly worried expression.
“The movement of the Gangnam League of Affiliates is unusual, so we are going to discuss this, and Lord Cheonwoo is also asking to attend. And… your name is also mentioned separately. “You should take your time and come to Shaolin.”
After finishing speaking, Hyeonjong quickly looked at Cheongmyeong’s eyes. This is because I expected him to foam at the mouth and have a seizure.
However, strangely enough, Cheongmyeong did not show any particular reaction and just lazily nodded his head with his arms crossed.
Hyeonjong, slightly puzzled, asked cautiously.
“…Are you okay?”
“yes? What?”
“no. “That…”
It’s a bit hard to say that out loud…
“Well, I think it’s a good idea.”
“Good idea Joe?”
“yes. In conclusion, you’re asking Jang Moon-in and me to come to Shaolin, right?”
“That’s right.”
“So of course it’s a good idea.”
Cheongmyeong smiled brightly.
Hyunjong, who saw that flawless bright smile, was just about to nod his head in relief.
“I’m glad you think so….”
“If you tell me you want to break your head, why not go? You fucking bald bastard! “Are you coming? I’m leaving now!”
“Where are you going, you bastard!”
When Cheongmyeong tried to throw his body away, the five swords that were waiting flew in like beams of light and grabbed his limbs. I was impressed by his quick response, reminiscent of a perfect passing technique.
“Let go? Don’t you let go? “Stop it!”
“Where are you going, man!”
“Where are you going?” “I have to go to Shaolin!”
“Why Shaolin!”
“Come! The Great King Bald told me to come! “Come on, so I’m going. What’s the problem?”
Cheongmyeong rolled his eyes.
“This bastard has been quiet for three years and has lost his senses! Oh, it’s good! Let me show you why I trained for three years! “If you carve a plum blossom tattoo on his shiny head, he will attain Buddhahood!”
“It’s called So Shaolin!”
“That’s not what I’m saying! “Why did I train for three years?”
uh? Wasn’t it because of Sapa?
As Hyeonjong covered his pounding head and sighed, Hyeonyoung hinted.
“Jangmun-in.”
“…Why are you doing that?”
“I need to think about it.”
“thought?”
“Yes, Jang Moon-in. “What do you plan to do, Jang Mun-in?”
“Hmm.”
Hyeonjong thought for a moment and said.
“No matter how much Shaolin and we don’t have the same relationship as before, I personally sent a letter due to an issue related to the Sapae-ryeon, so wouldn’t it be polite to take a look?”
“My thoughts are a little different.”
Hyeonjong looked a little surprised at Hyeonyeong’s words and asked her to explain.
“As we saw during the recent launch of the Sapa, Shaolin is not very happy about us.”
“….”
“But if you still invite us, doesn’t that mean you have some other agenda?”
Most people are now aware that Shaolin, the head of the nine sects, shuns Cheon Woo-maeng. It’s just that I don’t necessarily say it out loud.
At that time, a grumpy voice was heard.
“What kind of plan is this? “I just fell on fire.”
“huh? “My feet are on fire.”
Hyeonyoung looked back at Cheongmyeong. Cheongmyeong shook off the executioners hanging from his limbs and twitched his lips as if he were disapproving.
“If the bastards of the Nine Sects or the Odaese had properly responded to the call, would Shaolin have even turned his attention to us? “Those bastards didn’t listen to us, so they even sent us a letter.”
“….”
“At least I’m probably holding on to the Buddha statue and crying out loud. “Giggle, giggle!”
“Cheongmyeong. If you rejoice in the misfortune of others, you will not be able to realize the Tao…”
“Well then, all those Shaolin bastards will end up in hell! When you go to hell, the Buddha will say, ‘Are you coming, you bastards! I came down here especially and was waiting for you!’ “Wouldn’t they just hit me with a Buddhist scripture?”
“….”
I shouldn’t say anything.
King Hyeonjong was speechless at his disciple’s once again gloomy personality, with no end in sight. At that time, Baekcheon tilted his head.
“But Cheongmyeong.”
“huh?”
“If what you say is right, isn’t it what you wanted?”
“Of course.”
“Then why are you so angry?”
“no!”
Cheongmyeong’s eyes, which had calmed down a little, began to twinkle again.
“The arrogant middle-aged bastard told us to come and see Jang Mun-in!”
“….”
“Do you still think it’s working really well? Even if you run barefoot and kneel down on your knees and beg, I’ll tell you if I’ll go, but what? Could you please attend? “Just do it!”
“….”
While Baekcheon was at a loss for words, someone nodded vigorously.
‘Samai?’
No, why did you do that again….
In the meantime, Hyeonjong, who did not forget Jang Mun-in’s duty, calmed down the chaotic situation.
“Everyone, please shut up…”
“Yes, Jang Moon-in.”
“It’s unfair for you to say that, Jang Moon-in. “There’s only one guy who opened his mouth, so why are you telling us… Argh!”
Jo-geol, who was hit by Yoon-jong and thrown into a corner for no reason, expressed his resentment with eyes like a dog caught in the rain, but no one looked at him.
“… Since this is a letter sent to Cheonwoo-maeng, I will have to send a reply. “What do you think we should do?”
“Chew it.”
“Let’s just burn it.”
“Uh huh. Why is everyone like that? “Let’s politely decline.”
“Can’t we just ask them to come?”
In the end, clear dew formed in Hyeonjong’s eyes.
These bastards have eaten enough now. These are things that cannot be recycled no matter where you put them.
“Jangmun-in.”
In the meantime, Baekcheon seriously opened his mouth. Still, Hyeonjong, who still had a glimmer of hope for Baekcheon, was pleased.
“Yes, Baekcheon. “Tell me.”
“It is true that a request from Shaolin has come, but there is no reason why we should listen to that request.”
“Is that what you think?”
“yes. A long writer. If we look at it objectively, Shaolin has always ignored our requests or placed conditions on them. But is there any reason why we should do as they say?”
Hyeonjong nodded when he heard that the words were correct. But even so, he still couldn’t get rid of the deep water in his eyes.
“But I’m worried. Looking at the current situation, I don’t know if war will break out soon…”
“War doesn’t break out that easily.”
It was Cheongmyeong who said these words.
“Even if we growl and fight like that, we can’t easily start a war. Especially those that have something to lose. “Whether it’s Shaolin or anything else, those are things that no one wants to be harmed by.”
“….”
“That may be one of the reasons why the Nine Sects and the Five Great Families do not listen to Shaolin.”
“Are you saying we’re afraid that if we get together for no reason, a war will really break out?”
“yes.”
Jo Geol raised his hand and asked with a puzzled look.
“No, but holding back doesn’t mean a war won’t break out. I don’t think Jang Il-so will continue to be satisfied in Gangnam, right?”
“Jang Il-so hasn’t moved yet. “People tend to want to put off things even if they are inevitable.”
“Hmm.”
It certainly made sense. Jo Geol nodded.
“Well, even though I know I’m going to get caught anyway when I steal alcohol, I want to hide it for one more day… Argh! “Why are you hitting me?”
“I heard you stole alcohol!”
“Before! Before! Not this time! “It was already true then!”
“Then get hit again!”
Baekcheon said, completely ignoring Yoonjong, who grabbed Jogeol by the collar and began to shake her off.
“So, even if we don’t listen to Shaolin’s request this time, nothing much will happen for a while, right?”
“okay.”
“But Jang Mun-in’s concerns are also valid, Cheongmyeong. Sorim is so proactive. “The atmosphere is unusual.”
“Sasuk.”
“huh?”
“If Hwasan was in the old room, do you think he would have done as Shaolin told him to go out and fight?”
“That’s…”
Baekcheon trailed off with a slightly subtle look on his face.
If it were in the past, I might have answered yes. But now his answer was already decided.
“All people are the same. It is also a story of a time of crisis when So-rim hears the voice of the leader of the Nine Files. “Isn’t it normal for everyone to do everything they can to defeat Shaolin at least once?”
“…yes.”
“Is it true that people who normally have such emotions built up listen to Shaolin’s words in an ambiguous situation like now? Giggling. That’s ridiculous. “There are probably a hundred more saris in court right now.”
After finishing speaking, Cheongmyeong smiled bitterly at the past that suddenly came to mind.
‘Those crazy bastards.’
Even though the Demonic Cult came right in front of us, you left and I retreated. As long as only the snout survives. If the cubs had just moved in unison, the sacrifice would have been cut in half.
Cheongmyeong, who realized how petty a person can be when the most basic things like life and profit are at stake, could clearly see what was going to happen in the future.
“Then what about the Yangtze River?”
“I’ll probably give it a reasonable amount and step down.”
“…Even though if you do that, the honor of Gu Paobang and the Five Great Families will really fall to the ground?”
“There are not many people who risk their lives for honor as you might think. It’s okay if you regain your honor, but if you lose your life, it’s over. They will probably make the excuse that no matter how much they give away, they can all recover as long as they destroy the Sapaeryeon in the end.”
“Mmm.”
“That’s why war cannot be answered through meetings. Usually, it’s just one crazy person…”
Cheongmyeong, who was speaking incoherently, suddenly closed his mouth.
Then his eyes widened and he looked embarrassed.
“Why are you doing this?”
When Baekcheon asked in confusion, Cheongmyeong looked back with a blank face.
“Sasuk.”
“huh? why?”
“…Would it be possible for war to break out?”
“what?”
Cheongmyeong tilted his head to the side and muttered.
“If you do this for a moment…”
His expression became strange as he remembered the existence of the bomb, which he had forgotten about.
“Could it really be a fire in Shaolin?”
“What do you mean, man!”
“I need to check my anger first! Where is the beggar man? Beggar man!”
As Cheongmyeong kicked down the door and left without a proper explanation, the remaining people could only stare blankly at the direction he left.
“What else are you thinking about?”
“I understand…”
“I’m hungry.”
A sigh escaped everyone’s mouths at once.
