Chapter 257

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 257. What's going to open? (2)

"Akh! Akh! Put your hand off!"

"Where is it?"

"Let me go, you punk! I'm out of breath!"

"Ei!"

Chung Myung let go of the hand that grabbed Hong Dae-Gwang by the collar. Hong Dae-Gwang sat down and coughed continuously, blinking his eyes and pointing fingers.

"No! Now!"

"Isn't it the Murim Competition held in Shaolin? It takes at least three months to prepare! It will take another week, at the very least!"

"Ugh."

Chung Myung frowned as if he didn't like it.

In the end, Hong Dae-Gwang spoke with the utmost generosity.

"And if Mount Hua doesn't get an invitation, I'll make sure I get it from my superiors!"

But Chung Myung narrowed his eyes and looked at him with suspicion.

"Ahjussi will?"

"…you, what the hell do you think I am?"

"A beggar, right?"

"……."

‘Uh... I’m a beggar. I'm indeed a beggar, but...….’

"I'm the head of Beggar Union’s branch! I have the power to suggest that to my superiors!"

"Hmm. I can't believe it."

"Ughh.”

The corners of Hong Dae-Gwang's eyes were filled with water.

‘Why did I come to Huayin?’

He wouldn't have to experience such a sad situation if he had just stayed as Nakyang Head Branch. What wealth and glory are he would get to come all the way to this faraway island and be treated like he was an ordinary beggar?

‘You're such a brat!’

"Anyway, just wait a few days! The invitation will arrive."

"I took your word for now."

Chung Myung nodded.

"Then it's done, right?"

Hong Dae-Gwang sighed deeply.

They said one would get attached to a sharp person, but he's the one who gets attached and sets up himself. (The raw is 모난 놈 옆에 있으면 정 맞는다더니, 이놈은 자기가 직접 정을 들고 설치는 놈이다.)

In times like this, you need to get away from this guy as soon as possible... … .

"Oh, right!"

"Yes?"

Chung Myung turned his head towards Hong Dae-Gwang as if he had thought of something.

"Come to think of it, what happened when I told you to catch a beggar? Did you get that bastard?"

"……."

Hong Dae-Gwang's eyes trembled.

'Wow, you didn't forget that.'

Isn't this almost an obsession?

"I- I got him. But you've been away for too long, so I sent him back for now."

"What? Who told you to send him back?"

"Tha-That's not the point right now. And he'll probably come to Shaolin, so if you have any business, take care of it there."

"That beggar, you're lucky for now!"

Chung Myung’s eyes glared.

Looking at the eyes, Hong Dae-Gwang began to worry seriously.

‘Is something will really happening to Shaolin or Southern Edge Sect?'

He especially anxious about Southern Edge Sect. Poor people, why is he acting like that to Southern Edge Sect...….

And fortunately for Southern Edge Sect, three days later, a man visited Mount Hua.

* * *

"Are you from Shaolin?"

"That's right, Sect Leader. This one is Hye Bang from Shaolin." (The raw is 소승은. After a quick search of google, it was an old Buddhism that refer to themselves (The monk) as great chariot, and lesser chariot for other sentient being.)

"I welcome you to Mount Hua."

After a light greeting, Hyun Jong looked at the guest with heavy eyes.

A calm look on his face with a clean shaved head.

Even the red tunic that was worn on the body.

All of them come together to create a dignified atmosphere.

‘It's Shaolin indeed.'

How many masters are there in Shaolin when such a person runs errands like this?

Indeed, Shaolin was a place that could be called the head (북두(北斗)) of Murim. (Mtl says northern head.)

"Yes. What did Shaolin find Mount Hua for?"

At that word, Hye Bang took an envelope out of his arms. (I change it to his but mtl says her.)

"This is an invitation by the leader of Shaolin to Sect Leader."

"An invitation……."

Hyun Jong, who picks up the envelope, opened it on the spot and took out the letter.

[(World Martial Arts Conference)] (The raw is [천하무림대회(天下武林大會)]. Murim = martial art world. It is the same with Murim Competition but I will stick with the chinese mtl for this.)

It's an obvious name.

But if the name came from Shaolin, it would never be obvious.

Hyun Jong narrowed his eyes and opened the letter.

Hyun Jong then folded the letter again. (Letter = invitation.)

It was the most respectful tone, but it is likely that the same letter written in the same way was sent to other places as well.

'But Wudang or Southern Edge Sect must have received a different letter.'

Just by reading this letter, he could see how much Shaolin thinks of Mount Hua now.

Come to think of it, it's something to be glad about just the fact that the invitation arrived. But Hyun Jong found it hard to erase the subtle bitterness.

"What is this Murim Competition?"

"I heard that our Leader want to create a place where Sect Leader from each sect could gather.  At the same time, to hold a competition (tournament) for friendship and development."

"Anyone, a Sect Leader bring?" (The raw is "장문인들의?".)

"How can that be possible? We plan to limit participation in the competition to less than the age of thirty."

'30...’

Hyun Jong looked at Hye Bang with a subtle smile.

"It's a great thing. But…… how could my Mount Hua, who was pushed out of the Ten Great Sect, be eligible to participate in such an event?"

"Amitabha, how can you say that? Not only Ten Great Sect, but Five Great Family and other major sects will attend the Conference. Please don't worry."

"Hmph!"

As soon as the words were over, a snort came from behind.

Hye Bang turned his head slightly, and one of the people in the back was leaning against the wall and looking at their side with crooked eyes.

‘He looks young.'

He can understand his hostile view of him. Mount Hua was expelled from the Ten Great Sect, and Shaolin was among those who carried out the expulsion.

The problem, however, is that this place is none other than the residence of Mount Hua’s Sect Leader.

It is strange that a young disciple is present at the important event of receiving guests from Shaolin, but the young disciple's attitude is also almost unbearable.

Even stranger, none of Mount Hua's Elder would try to restrain him from doing so. Even Hyun Jong, the Sect Leader.

'It's a waste of a prestigious name.'

Hyun Jong opened his mouth before Hye Bang's frown became deeper.

"Right, did you say Shaolin going to hold a competition?"

"That's right."

"What format is it? Not all the disciples of all sects could participate."

"I wish it could, but it's not easy in reality. So we had no choice but to put a little difference."

"Different?"

"Look at the colors of the letter."

Hyun Jong slightly lowered his gaze.

"…...silver."

"There are four types of invitation in all.  First, a total of 50 people from the sect who received the platinum invitation were and 20 disciples can participate in the competition."

Hyun Jong's forehead narrowed.

“In that way, golden invitation with forty and fifteen people. Silver ones for thirty and ten people. And bronze with twenty and five people….”

"No, is this bastard kidding me now?"

"Chung Myung-ah!"

"Aigoo! Hold it in! Hold it in!"

When Chung Myung finally overturned his eyes, the Un, who was preparing for a possible situation, immediately covered him and pressed him down.

However, even when pressed, he growls like a dog who has seen a prey and shouts loudly.

"Silver? Silveeeeer? It's not gold but silveeeeeer? No, even if these bastards ignore Mount Hua, it's too much!"

Hye Bang flinched unknowingly at the frightening momentum.

‘No, wait a minute.'

‘Did he just say Chung Myung?’

‘So he's the Mount Hua Divine Dragon?’

'How could such a person... … ?'

Isn't it an idiot who has no end in quarrels and knows no time and place?

‘I can't believe someone like that is called the world's best rising star.’

‘The rumor from Murim is not to be trusted, I see.'

"Hey! You there!"

"……."

"Shi- No, monk!"

Hye Bang coughed loudly, trying not to think about what the word was.

"Did you call me?"

"What is Southern Edge Sect get?"

"…Yes?"

"What kind of invitation did Southern Edge Sect receive?"

"…a platinum invitation."

"No, these guys are really!"

As Chung Myung wriggled again, Un Gum and Unam pressed him down again.

"Wowow. Let's calm down. Let's calm down."

"Sweets! Someone brings the sweets!" (The raw is 당과)

Chung Myung said with his face pressed firmly to the floor.

"You there, monk!"

"……."

There was only Hye Bang who is a monk here, but he could not dare to point out the fact, so he nodded for now.

"Did you hear that the rising star of Southern Edge Sect was defeated in Mount Hua?"

"I'm sure…… I've heard that Mount Hua has won the Jonghwa Conference……."

"Jonghwa Branch?"

"N-No, Hwajong. Hwajong Conference."

"Then?"

"…What do you mean?"

Chung Myung clicked his tongue as if the opponent was pathetic.

"It has clearly proven that the rising star of Mount Hua is superior to those of Southern Edge Sect, but they received a platinum invitation and 20 people to participate and we got silver and only 10 people to participate? Hey dude, are you kidding me?"  (It is kind of a rude way to refer someone in korean but I don’t know better word.)

"……."

Hye Bang became a mute who has eaten honey. (Shut up at once.)

Come to think of it, it was true. That attitude is a bit odd, but there are no gaps in the logic.

"You have to think about it and turn your mind around! Hey, you little shi.... Uup! Uup! Umm......"

Hyun Young skillfully pushed rice cakes into Chung Myung's mouth. Chung Myung's eyes became a little gentle when he had a lot of chewing in his mouth. And for a moment, he starts chewing rice cake without saying a word.

"He- Here's the tea."

Hyun Young, who even put down a teapot in front of Chung Myung, looks back at Hyun Jong.

After receiving a wink, Hyun Jong nodded and quickly opened his mouth.

"It's a little rough, but he's right. I don't know if this World Martial Art Competition is just a meeting place, Mount Hua deserves to be treated equally with Southern Edge Sect if it is a competition against a rising stars. Isn't it so?"

"Amitabha Buddha. That's..."

Hyun Jong smiled brightly.

"Shaolin is not known for being fair and just. We hope that you will consider our face."

At that moment, Chung Myung, who swallowed the rice cake, screams again.

"If we go and beat all Southern Edge kids, your eyes will nothing but a hole! Think about it and use your head well...…."

"Here, let's have one more."

"Uup!"

Hyun Young pushed rice cakes back into Chung Myung's mouth.

After watching all the scenes, Hye Bang who seems to be struggling with a hardened face finally nods his head.

"What Sect Leader said is not wrong."

"Thank you for your understanding."

"But platinum invitations have a fixed number. All I can give you is a gold invitation. So, I hope that Sect Leader considers me and my Shaolin situation."

Then he took out the golden plaques from his arms and held it out to Hyun Jong.

Hyun Jong looks at the gold plate quietly and nods.

"Thank you."

"Amitabha Buddha. Don't mention it."

Hye Bang shakes hands and continued.

"The competition will be held half a year from now."

"Why there is much gap in the time?"

"It takes a while to get all the sect in the distance to attend. And we Shaolin also needs time to prepare."

"Well, it's not a small number."

"Amitabha. Then I'll go now."

Hye Bang got up from his seat. Hyun Jong looked at him with a slight surprise.

"Already?"

"There's a lot left to be sent. Please forgive my rudeness of leaving in a hurry."

"Hyun Sang."

"Yes. Sect Leader."

"See the guest off."

"Yes!"

When Hyun Sang got up from his seat, Hye Bang clasped his and show courtesy and went outside.

Hyun Sang and Hye Bang went out, and all those who remained in Sect Leader's residence looked at the invitation on the tea table with gloomy eyes.

"World Martial Art Competition."

Hyun Jong's eyes naturally turn to Chung Myung.

"What do you think? Chung Myung-ah?"

"…It doesn't matter whether it's Southern Edge Sect or whatnot."

"Huh?"

At that moment, Hyun Jong saw it.

The scene of Chung Myung's eyes burning.

"These bastards, how dare they ignore us? Let's see if your heads don't break!"

Hyun Jong just smiled kindly at Chung Myung, who almost breathed fire with his mouth.

‘Can I bring him?'

‘I'm worried.’

‘……I'm really worried.’

[[

The respected Sect Leader of Mount Hua. (Wanted to add Dear Sect Leader but it doesn’t feel right. I wonder why… jk jk.)

In Kangho, quarrels do not cease, and the hearts of each other are full of jealousy, causing the world in chaos. After much thought and deliberation, Shaolin concluded that all of this had happened due to the lack of interaction.

In the past, before the Magyo Invasion, there was a competition in which many of the powerful sects participated, so they could share friendships with each other and develop through competition.

So now that Murim Union has become less known, Shaolin, although lacking, wants to hold a Murim Competition in place of that role. (That as in Murim Union’s role)

So please do not turn a blind eye to Shaolin's request and I hope you will join with your disciples to brighten the occasion.

I will be waiting for Sect Leader in Seongsan.

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