Chapter 362

In particular, the more knowledgeable person to Kangho is, the clearer the difference in perception between the two sects. Shaolin is a sect that even a passerby child couldn’t be ignorant about.

"If it’s monk Hye Yeon, isn't he the one who will become Shaolin's Bangjang in the future?"

"That's right! That's right! I've heard that he's a talented person that's hard to come by even once in hundreds of years! I can't believe someone like that taught us martial art! Where in the world would we could go to have this luxury?"

People's eyes began to swell.

This is an opportunity that can't even be gained by entering Shaolin. Even if they enter Shaolin, would Hye Yeon, who was favored by Shaolin, guide them directly?

It was a luxury that only a few of those who entered Shaolin could enjoy.

But they can't believe they can enjoy such luxury in the subsidiary sect located in this remote Xian. Isn't it the same as buying a grain of grain and a golden egg coming out of it?

"I want to learn Fist Art!"

"You're right! What's the point of learning swordsmanship? We don't usually carry swords! But it's not just any Fist Art, they teach Shaolin’s Fist Art! I can't miss this opportunity!"

Chung Myung smiled brightly as he watched the explosive reaction grow bigger and bigger without cooling down.

"Keueu, it's Shaolin!"

‘What?’

‘Mount Hua? Southern Edge Sect?’

‘Ei. Come on.’

‘How can you bring Mount Hua or Southern Edge Sect to the shining splendor of Shaolin?’

But unlike Chung Myung, who was delighted with the situation, Hye Yeon's face was turning pale.

"Si- Siju!"

"Yes?"

"Y- You can't do this. Shaolin's martial arts can only be learned by Shaolin's disciples. I can't teach others at will!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Look at this child."

"…Yes?"

Chung Myung twisted his face and clicked his tongue as if Hye Yeon was pathetic.

"He's naive because he's only live in the mountains. Anyway, this is why disciples from prestigious sect are..."

Chung Myung sneaked up on Hye Yeon and wrapped his arms around the neck.

“I said you were going to teach them Shaolin Fist Art, but I didn’t say you were going to teach them Arhat Fist.”

"…Huh? Wha- What do you mean……."

"What is Shaolin's basic martial arts?"

"Of course, it's Arhat Fist."

"Right, but I didn't say you’ll teach them Arhan Fist."

Hye Yeon opened his eyes wide and looked at Chung Myung. It was hard to understand what he meant.

"What do you mean……."

"Tsk tsk. Look at this jerk."

Chung Myung whispered with a slightly serious face.

"Which disciple are you?"

"Of course, this monk is a disciple of Shaolin."

"Right, you're a disciple of Shaolin, and the martial arts you learn is Shaolin Fist Art. Even if you teach them Three Calamities Fist Art (삼재권법) spread out on the street, if Shaolin monks teaching you, it still can be called Shaolin Fist Art. Isn't it so?" (I guess it was a common martial method book that sells on the street.)

‘What nonsense is that?'

Looking at Hye Yeon's face, Chung Myung just smiled pleasedly.

"So you just have to teach basic Fist Art. Do you understand?"

"Bu- But isn't that a scam!"

"Oh my gosh, look at this monk? How could you claim this Dojang opinion was fraud? Are you asking for a beating!"

Hye Yeon blinked his eyes. But Chung Myung seemed to be okay with his reaction.

Chung Myung slightly loosened his arm around Hye Yeon's neck and put his arms around the shoulder.

"Come on, smile, smile. People are watching. Quickly pretend to be friendly."

"What?"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Pretend to be friendly. Smile!"

"…haha."

Hye Yeon started to laugh with an awkward face as the hand held onto his shoulder tightened.

And as they saw it, the tactless people admired it one after another.

"Oh! Doesn't Chung Myung Dojang and monk Hye Yeon look pretty special?"

"That's fascinating. It's not easy for those two to get close because they matched against each other in the final round of the Murim Competition!"

"Oh my! There must be a deep relationship between a noble Taoist and a monk that no one like us knows! Aren't those who recognize each other able to become friends regardless of relationships?"

"Exactly! It really is! Indeed!"

An indescribable strange expression appeared on Hye Yeon's face.

And Baek Chun’s group, who was watching from behind, laughed pleasantly.

"He’s struggling."

"It's obvious that he's being dragged away by a bully."

"Wonder who it is."

They could not help but feel sorry and sympathy for Hye Yeon, who is already starting to get into Chung Myung's hands.

Why in the world would he walk in on his own...….

"No one is even suspicious."

"Who would think that Shaolin's Hye Yeon is being threatened. Of course, they would think the two were close."

"What a world it is...…."

For those who do not know the circumstances, this scene is bound to look more amicable.

"Come, Come! This is true!"

Chung Myung shouted resolutely.

"It's not an opportunity that comes every day. We can't receive disciples indefinitely, so if you're going to enter, hurry up and get in line!"

At those words, the commotion grew louder.

"Please accept my appliance first!"

"It's free for three months if you enter the sect, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

Chung Myung, who was standing with a kind face, suddenly glared his eyes.

"That was the story until yesterday! From now on, those who are entering and coming back in should pay!"

"…It was free until yesterday!"

"M- My boy was out two days ago, so shouldn't you guys just accept him?"

"Did these yangbans sell their conscience! You went out on your own feet and came back without hesitation to get it for free... Eup! Eup!"

"Hahaha!"

Hyun Young, who was watching the situation, reached out and covered Chung Myung's mouth.

Then he slipped to the other disciples and began to explain instead.

"We're working hard to invite monk Hye Yeon, so we can't accept disciples for free as we've ever done. Instead, I'll make sure you don't waste your tuition."

"Um. It's not wrong. I'm learning from that monk Hye Yeon, but it doesn't make sense if it’s for free!"

"I'm willing to pay a thousand gold to learn! How much! How much should I pay!"

"Me too! I'll pay for it too! Please accept my child first!"

Chung Myung shook off Baek Chun's hand covering his mouth and screamed.

"So-haeng-ah, take the customer! And now the tuition is paid in advance. Three months' worth!"

"I- Is it still three nyang?"

"That's ridiculous! It's nine! From now on, the tuition will triple!"

"Yes, Dojang!"

Even though the tuition fee had tripled, the line didn't seem to stop.

Literally, there are a lot of visitors. (말 그대로 문전성시.)

Chung Myung looked at the scene with a proud face like a man with a golden calf in front of him.

"Threefold or whatnot, take my money!"

"Hehehehehe!"

"Get out of my way! I'll pay for a year's tuition in advance! So please make sure to include my child!"

"Hehehehehehe!"

"Noisy! I'm going to put all five of my kids in at once and I'll pay three years' worth of tuition at once!"

"Kakakak! Kakakak!"

‘Money!’

‘Money is rolling in!’

Hyun Young and Wei Lishan also didn't know what to do. There was a stark difference from the other day when they were operating under the name of Mount Hua.

It's indeed Shaolin!

No other sects in the world would beat Shaolin in fame.

"Oh, I didn't know it was so easy to make money!"

‘When things didn’t work out, a godsend naturally...…. No, the monk is rolling in!’

‘This is why you live! This is the taste!’

Chung Myung, who was full of joy, suddenly glared at his eyes and turned his head sideways. And he asked Hye Yeon.

"What are you doing?"

"…Yes?"

"People love you so much, so go out and show them your fist!"

At that moment, Hye Yeon's face suddenly turned red as if on fire.

"…Si- Siju. I……."

"The price of food!"

"……."

Chung Myung opened his ax eyes.

"The guy in the middle of nowhere, not even a beggar, trying to beg with your bare mouth! You have to pay for your meal!"

"T- That’s...…."

Hye Yeon looked at Chung Myung with a puzzled face and eventually sighed deeply at the continued remark.

‘It's a performance. This is also a performance.'

There is no way that Chung Myung would do this without any reason.

Didn't he feel the weight inside Chung Myung himself, even though others didn't know?

So for some reason...

‘No, is there really a reason?'

‘Really?’

Hye Yeon, who eventually put everything down, stepped forward.

Looking at Hye Yeon slowly taking the posture of Arhat Fist, the crowd responded explosively.

"Hye Yeon Dojang is giving a demonstration!"

"Oh my gosh, I didn't expect to see Shaolin Fist Art with my own eyes!"

"What the hell is going on? Southern Edge Sect hasn't done this in decades! In less than 10 days, how can Mount Hua reach out to Shaolin!"

"It's getting really interesting after Huayin Sect comes! It's become so much fun! Hahahat!”

Hye Yeon slowly began to stretch his fists amidst the pouring roar.

Mount Hua's disciples shook their heads together.

"This is how another one goes."

"Look at him working hard in the meantime. That's something to learn."

"Poor thing."

Baek Chun smiled as he listened to Yoon Jong, Jo-Gol, and Yoo Iseol.

"There's a saying,

‘If I don't go to hell, who else will?' ('내가 지옥에 들어가지 않으면 누가 지옥에 가겠느냐(我不入地獄 誰入地獄)?'/ sacrifice oneself in order to save others)

He is indeed a great monk."

"…I think it's a little different from that."

‘Well.’

‘In any case, it's the same thing as hell.’

"Anyway, I think the problem is solved."

“…even bad luck is luck…”

Mount Hua's disciples looked at Chung Myung.

"Kakakak! Kakakak!"

"…What a ridiculous way to solve it. That venomous bastard."

"I know."

Mount Hua's disciples sighed in unison.

"…Munju-nim, what should we do?"

"……."

Nam Jamyong's face, who was watching the scene from afar, turned cold.

'This is a stupid move!'

Hye Yeon, who is doing Fist Arts with a red face, and Chung Myung, who is holding his stomach and laughing behind, penetrated his eyes.

He has been through so many situations in his life, but he swear to God, that this was the first time he has ever seen anything so upsetting.

"Isn't it impossible to suppress Huayin Sect directly….?"

"Ugh."

Nam Jamyong's face is completely distorted.

If Huayin Sect raised its momentum excessively, he was thinking of taking advantage of the absence of the disciples of Mount Hua and oppressing them or holding a demonstration under the name of the Southern Edge Sect.

However, it has become impossible as long as Shaolin's disciple is in Huayin Sect.

No matter how much this is the hometown of the Southern Edge Sect, there is no strategy to press down on the place where Shaolin's disciples are.

"Those cunning things! They can't do it on their own, so they invited Shaolin?"

"…It's not even just random Shaolin, it's Hye Yeon. Isn't he the one Shaolin Bangjang so fond of, and also one who received people's expectation as the future leader of Shaolin?"

"...Those worm-like things."

Nam Jamyong grinds his teeth.

He was more enraged by Xian people cheering for Hye Yeon and Chung Myung than anything. How much and far has Southern Edge Sect done for them that they are so enthusiastic about outsiders?

"I was just trying to be patient!"

Nam Jamyong glared at the scene with ferocious eyes and looked as if he were a snake.

"If they can't understand it in words, we have to let them know with their body! How gentle we have been all this time."

"Are you going to hit Huayin Sect?"

"What a stupid thing to say! How can we deal with the aftermath if we touch where Mount Hua and Shaolin are together?"

"Then…?"

"It is not Huayin Sect that needs to be struck."

His eyes turned to the cheering people.

"I'll make those who don't even know what favor is pay the price."

As Nam Jamyong's eyes got colder and colder, everyone around him trembled.

'Isn't this going to get too big?'

‘It wasn't supposed to be like this.'

But it's already a sign.

Xian began to boil like a barrel of oil on a fire.

Without knowing that a crisis they had never experienced before was approaching.

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