Chapter 248
King Guengdao, who had been dozing off in the Daeungjeon Hall, suddenly opened his eyes.
The first thing that came into his vision after waking up was the small back of someone standing and looking up at a Buddha statue.
“When did you come?”
“Has it been part of it?”
“So, did you meet the proud disciple?”
Jeokcheongang replied in a blunt voice without looking back.
“What about a disciple? How many times have you said no?”
“Oh, then you must be proud.”
“Hmm. Of course you should do that. Seongra Daeyeon preliminaries are nothing special.”
“You’ve never done that before.”
“There was nothing like that when I was an old lady. Even the political factions said that it was the Southern Moorim and the Northern Moorim, and what were the things that they were fighting against?”
“That too.”
The greatness stretched. A groaning sound echoed throughout the body.
“Anyway, the ghosts are about to weep. I didn’t even feel a sign. Are you going to practice martial arts again while you haven’t seen it?”
“Why do ghosts sing songs? It’s the Buddha’s wrath. The head of Shaolin Temple is dozing like a sick chicken in Daeungjeon Hall.”
“Don’t say too much when you’re growing old together.”
Turning around, Jeokcheongang shouted.
“Ah, who gets old! That’s why you should have continued martial arts training. Look at the old lady, don’t you think you’ll be able to live for 10 years?”
After thoroughly examining the Jeokcheongang River, Goengdo rolled a rosary.
“Enemy donor. Please live in paradise.”
“Did you see this kind of sick people!”
Gueng-do laughed at Ji-woo’s reaction for a long time.
“I don’t know about ten years, but I think three years will be fine.”
“Did something tell me if it was heavenly energy?”
“Cheongi-ra, according to what Binseung saw a long time ago, you are already dead.”
”what?”
In an instant, Jeokcheongang’s face hardened. It was because I read the sincerity in the expression and attitude of the gongdo.
“Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”
“Because the flow has changed.”
“Has the flow changed?”
“The sky is truly a vast and ever-changing space. Just as your star was fading, a divinity arose from the northern lands.”
“… … Taekyung Jin. That child.”
“Cheongi informed Binseung. The King of Fire is on the way to the divine. I’ve been watching it for the past year, and it’s true.
Your star is brighter than ever.”
The events of the past flashed past in Jeokcheongang’s mind.
He was old and suffering from old age. The reason I started looking for Jangcheon, whom I had sent away a long time ago, was to do the last tidying up before leaving.
He wanted to kill his former disciple, who was still doing evil somewhere in the world, with his own hands, and entrust the next generation of Yeolhwamun to the Swordsman of Hwasan.
and… … .
‘I met him.’
Old age is the curse of time and at the same time a sickness of the mind.
When Jeokcheongang was about to drop the word life, Jin Taekyung’s hand grabbed it.
That’s how the Jeokcheongang changed.
The more I saw the talkative and insolent guy, the embers that remained in a corner of my heart revived.
‘I want to live longer.’
To do so, he had to escape from the old age that gnawed at his mind every moment.
Over the past year, he has been more deeply immersed in martial arts. He learned by teaching and realized by thought.
Jin Tae-kyung is not the only one who grew up in Yeolhwa-dong. Jeokcheongang also took a step forward.
“Three years… … “
The low voice of the Jeokcheongang rang the Daeungjeon Hall.
“Sooner or later, I will turn those three years into ten, no, hundred years.”
Gongdo burst out laughing.
“You are too greedy. How long are you going to live?”
“I don’t know. I’m going to try to survive somehow.”
“You’d have to do about three metamorphoses?”
“Damn it. Then I’ll just have to be satisfied with ten years. So you can hold on until then too. You have to show that you are still alive.”
Goongdo quietly rolled the rosary.
“We are a wave that has already flowed. King Chang, who was so strong, and King Nang, who was more ambitious than anyone else, have already passed away, and those who remain are old enough to grow old, so someone whose whereabouts are unknown may already be dead.”
The Ten Kings is the name given to the ten supreme masters who raged during the Great War.
Some of them perished over the years, others died at the hands of the enemy.
They are called ten kings, but in reality they were eight, and now they are at an age to prepare for death.
Jeokcheongang, possessed by the silence, shouted out loud.
“Stop the weak voice! What is that?”
However, Goongdo opened his mouth with a calm face.
“cotton. I left the chrysanthemum fire pit with him last night.”
“……!”
“By the time you finish preparing in Nahandong and come out, you will have grown into a decent vessel. Until then, I’ve also decided who will take over as the moderator.”
“What, what?”
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Jeokcheongang stuttered without realizing it.
The green jade Buddha’s field is a sacred object of Shaolin Temple that has been handed down for a thousand years. It was not enough to entrust such a divine item to a disciple, and even to decide the next director.
Now, in Jeokcheongang’s eyes, the greatness is like that of a person who is preparing to leave everything behind.
“Thank you. Are you…”
His words were blurry, but the words that followed were quite understandable.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Binseung intends to withdraw from Seongra Daeyeon for the last time. Heaven permitting, he might hold on to the string for another year or so. But let’s get there.”
“Cheonki, did Cheongi say that?”
“I need to rest. Please leave today.”
“Look, awesome!”
“Amituofo.”
He picked up the wooden table and started knocking. Jeokcheongang, who had been silenced by the clear sound of Daeungjeon, turned around after a while.
* * *
The preliminaries, which lasted for three days, did their job well.
Of the 50,000 applicants, only 1%, or 500, were qualified to advance to the finals.
The organizers called them together.
Oh, and of course I was among them.
“Look over there. I am Jin Tae-gyeong, the sleepy dragon in Shanxi.”
“what? Is that a new guy? this? You look younger than my youngest priest.”
“What does age matter? Being possessed is important. Anyway, it’s amazing. After only one year of becoming a disciple of the King of Fire…
“Patience. Is it possible to be a heavenly body?”
I turned my head in the direction the voice came from. A man in his early thirties flinched and averted his gaze.
I thought I was going to say something, but I got it completely wrong.
‘Baby, I feel good.’
The possibilities of the system were endless.
The musculature, which Jeokcheongang had excelled in the past to call it Cheonmujiche, developed further during training at Mt. Guhwa.
Later, the Jeokcheon River shook its head.
‘What a monster. How much higher is he going to go up?’
‘I have to go as far as I can.’
‘If Nobu had only half of your musculature, there would have been two gods in Gangho by now.’
‘But you don’t have one.’
‘… … Add 100 pounds of iron balls.’
I had to go through it for no reason and suffer more, but in the end, even those processes were of great help to me.
Effort, no, because the system never betrayed me.
The system provided points and experience points like a knife, and the basic stats were ridiculously high, so the effect was several times greater no matter what martial arts you performed.
‘It’s also thanks to him that I was able to beat three of the Tenbongryong who are said to be doing well in each field.’
Among them, Cheolsu Shin-ryong of the Yangtze River Waterway Alliance even voluntarily got off at Seongra Daeyeon.
When I asked why he was doing that, he said it was to go home as soon as possible since he would not be able to win the championship anyway.
I don’t know if I should call him simple or smart, but he’s definitely a cool guy.
on the other side… … .
“Hey, Kang Ho’s morality has fallen to the ground. How could such a frivolous and violent person have such power? Ah, heaven!”
“A guy who will eat rice in dog poop. He won’t be satisfied even if you put him in a poop for three months and ten days.”
“This is nonsense. Is this Confucius’ knowledge insufficient compared to the author’s martial arts? that? there’s no way I need to redefine the theory of tracheal shock.”
Those three guys just don’t answer. I turned my head away while listening to the nonstop muttering behind my back.
“Hey, three idiots.”
The murmur stopped at my call.
And the next moment, the ‘three idiots’ raised their heads and expressed their anger one after another in their own way.
“Hey, what an idiot. How can you say such vulgar words?”
This guru, wearing a pure white white robe that is not stained with a speck of dust, is the Kunlun Cloud Dragon, Baekwoo. In the 3rd screening, I crashed my face.
I found out later, but because I have mysophobia, I took two showers as soon as the screening was over.
“The one who will put shit in his mouth.”
Unlike Baek-woo, this guy who makes me feel sick just by looking at him is a beggar to the core.
The name of this guy who was born in openness, grew up, and finally reached the position of a follower who would lead openness later on was Gunggibang.
The so-called beggar prince, holy bone beggar, and sangbeoji.
In the 4th screening, Gunggibang got me beaten in the pit of my stomach as a reward for grabbing my back.
“jerk? What did you say to the person who saw it? If you know the exact meaning of the word, or the meaning of the word stupid, can you explain it to this Confucius?”
The last one was the Shingi Myoryong Jegalgyun of the Jegal family.
Hero Gun, neatly dressed in a neat literary attire. Just by looking at the clothes, this guy looks the most sane.
It is only natural that he is caught between a sophomore guru who hates even getting a speck of dust on his clothes and a beggar who seems to enjoy eating even if filth splatters out of his mouth.
But as you might have guessed, that guy was also a formidable oddball.
He expressed considerable regret for losing in the 5th screening, the engine diagnosis.
‘Look at the lineup… … ‘
A better member than Manchester United during Ferguson’s days.
Standing these three side by side made my breath suffocate and my eyes darkened. I caught my breath and opened my mouth.
“Everyone shut up. Stop talking so crazy.”
“Huh, did you just say snout? See you, Jin Tae-kyung’s assistant. How can you be vulgar in every word you say?”
“A guy who wouldn’t be happy even if he was wrapped up in a straw mat and then beaten with a dog stick for a month and a half.”
“Close your mouth. Don’t talk…. It’s a word that is not often used in the family. I’m personally curious about Confucius.
Oh, I just want to beat them all up.
Feeling sorry for the reality of not being able to do that, I told the three idiots.
“Really, if you meet in the rain, know that everything is dead.”
“……!”
“……!”
“……!”
As expected, sticks are medicine for madmen.
It was the time when the three idiots were exchanging glances with their mouths tightly closed.
again. again.
The sound of hitting the floor with something hard pierced everyone’s ears.
Soon, what appeared on the podium was an old man with a wooden prosthetic leg on one leg.
“I’m sorry I’m late. As you can see, my legs are like this.”
He revealed his name with a grin, showing yellow teeth.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Songho, a thousand-myeonhori.”
