Outside the iron gate.
Although it had only been a short time since he entered, Deoksu, the horseman, opened his mouth as he felt puzzled by the quietness.
“Amitabha Buddha. footnote. Something is quiet? “Is that really the owner?”
“That’s right.”
“Don’t those monks use magic, like memorizing sutras or mantras, just like us Hangma monks?”
“why? “Are you interested?”
In response to his question, the anti-horseman Deoksu waved his hand and shook his head.
“no.”
Of course, I was curious about how the radiants would deal with monsters.
So I wanted to look into it, but I had no choice but to wait because I didn’t know what would happen if I did so.
“Although it is said that magic is derived from Taoism, it is a power that does not make sense. “Don’t bother wondering about this.”
“Amitabha Buddha. “I will keep that in mind.”
Hangmagakju, who gave instructions to Hangmaek Deoksu like this, stared at the iron gate.
Although I asked, I was also curious about Hangmagakju.
Except for Master Bangjang, he had the highest magical power, but even he couldn’t do anything about the monster behind this iron gate on his own.
But how can just one bangang control a monster?
This was virtually impossible.
Then it happened.
-bang! bang!
Finally, a commotion was heard from inside.
It was quiet for a while, and then seeing the noise, it seemed like something wasn’t going well.
Soon, the monster’s cry was heard.
-You damned human! You can’t get out of there right now!
‘!?’
Can’t you get out of there right now?
What does this mean?
There was no space to escape or hide in the cavity beyond the iron gate.
* * *
At the same time, beyond the iron gate,
‘huh?’
This was completely unexpected.
Contrary to expectations that it would be able to withstand this level of power due to the fact that the scriptures were carved all over the walls of the cave to deflect the smoke emitted by the Demonic Beast Ryu, the hardness of the wall itself was not very hard.
-Kwaouk!
Mok Gyeong-un’s body, which broke through the wall and entered the other side, soon slipped into a narrow cave passage and fell somewhere.
Soon, there was standing water at the end of the slippery area, and I splashed and got wet.
Mok Gyeong-un, who had fallen like that, raised his head in bewilderment.
‘!?’
In front of it, a magnificent stone wall stretched out.
“ah······.”
It was a sight that couldn’t help but make an exclamation come out of my mouth.
If it had been a simple wall, a part of the cave ceiling was open, allowing bright sunlight to come down and illuminate one part of the wall beautifully.
As I was looking at this in fascination for a moment, I heard an evil shout coming from behind.
-You damned human! You can’t get out of there right now!
It was the voice of the demon beast Alyu.
I thought they had blocked the entrance and pushed me to a dead end, so I was in high spirits, but something unexpected happened and it seemed like I was angry.
At this, Mok Gyeong-un tries to turn his head,
-The cave leads here…
Mok Gyeong-un asked, puzzled by Cheongryeong’s voice.
“What do you mean?”
-Do you remember what that guy who was talking about before said that the 36 caves in the back garden of Shaolin Temple are all connected?
“iced coffee. I think so. But why are you talking about that?”
-Look at the top of the wall.
“On the wall?”
Hearing Cheongnyeong’s words, Mokgyeongun looked up at the wall where sunlight was falling.
There was large writing engraved there.
面壁洞
(Myeonbyeok-dong)
‘Myeonbyeok-dong?’
Now that I think about it, there was a cave entrance next to Hangma-dong that was written as Myeonbyeok-dong.
That said, it seemed to be true that the place entered after breaking the cave of Hangma-dong was Myeonbyeok-dong, and that all the caves were connected as Hangma-dong said.
But Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes were focused on something else rather than that fact.
It was none other than the writing engraved on the wall: Myeonbyeok-dong.
‘Grand.’
I got that feeling the moment I first saw the writing.
There was no hint of arrogance or selfishness in the handwriting, but the power that went into each stroke was even and magnificent.
‘ah!’
Mo Kyung-un’s eyes widened.
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The writing wasn’t engraved with fingers or anything.
That was engraved as energy.
But how can it be so undisturbed?
If I had never studied martial arts or knew anything about ki, I would have seen it with a simple gaze, but this was truly amazing.
Cheongnyeong said in response to Mok Gyeong-un’s reaction.
-Your ability to manipulate energy has truly reached the level of a god. It is truly the origin of Shaolin Quan, which is called the sect of martial arts in the Central Plains.
“The beginning?”
-It is Bodhidharma.
“Bodhidharma? ah······. I’ve heard of it. “Isn’t he the one who is said to be the founder of Zen Buddhism?”
-okay. He is said to be the founder of Zen Buddhism and the origin of Shaolin Quan.
“So, did a person named Bodhidharma establish Shaolin Temple?”
-That’s not it.
“Then what is it?”
-Have you ever seen Bodhidharma?
“no.”
-If you look at the painting of Bodhidharma, the appearance of Bodhidharma feels quite exotic.
“If you’re exotic, aren’t you from the Central Plains?”
-okay. It is said that Bodhidharma was the third son of King Hyangji of Cheonchukguk, but became a monk and practiced Buddhism.
“Hoo.”
A strange look appeared in Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
It was surprising to hear that the person said to be the origin of Shaolin Quan was not from the Central Plains but from a foreign country.
“But how did a foreign prince who became a monk become the origin of Shaolin martial arts?”
-I don’t know that. There are many theories, one of which is the Myeonbyeok-dong of Shaolin Temple.
“Did you practice martial arts in Myeonbyeok-dong?”
-It is said that when he entered meditation, he looked at the wall and meditated all day, and when he went to meditation, he trained his body by moving his limbs non-stop. I heard that physical training became the basis of Shaolin Quan.
“okay.”
-What’s even more surprising is that they said that they repeated that kind of face-wall training without stopping for nine years.
Face-wall training for as long as 9 years.
This spread widely to many Buddhist monks and secular people, and this Myeonbyeok-dong, where Bodhidharma was said to have practiced, was called Dharma-myeon Byeok-dong to outsiders.
Mok Gyeong-un stared at the writing that said Myeonbyeok-dong at Cheongryeong’s words.
Shaolin Quan was born through Bodhidharma, which she spoke of, and Shaolin Quan became the basis for many of the martial arts of the Jungwon Jeongsong sect.
It is literally the origin itself.
‘That’s great.’
Mok Gyeong-un expressed his respect for the fact that someone’s nine years became an origin and that numerous martial arts were born through that origin.
But that respect was short-lived.
I didn’t have time to stare at the stone walls of Myeonbyeok-dong forever.
Just like that, Mok Kyung-un tried to turn his head.
however,
‘!?’
Mok Kyung-un, who was about to turn his head, stopped moving at some point.
Then he stared intently at a certain spot on the stone wall.
It was a moment of unconsciousness.
The moment you blink and close your eyes for a moment,
-Wheeeeeeee!
At that moment, a cold wind blew across the stone wall, and snow was falling everywhere.
Mo Kyung-un was at a loss for words for a moment due to the phenomenon being so strange.
Mo Kyung-un raised his head and looked at the sky.
Snow was falling on the open ceiling of the cave, and the falling snow was piling up on the cave floor.
‘What the hell is this…’
While I was wondering, I saw a place where the snow was particularly high.
That was the point where the light from the stone wall reflected.
The snow had piled up there to a level where a person could sit…
‘ah?’
I thought there was someone there, but there was actually someone sitting in meditation, and snow was covering their head and shoulders.
Not knowing what was going on, Mok Gyeong-un tried to approach the man.
But then I heard footsteps.
-Jump, jump, jump!
Mok Kyung-un looked puzzled at the sound he heard and turned his head.
I turned my head and saw a tall, bald man wearing a yellow robe approaching from a cave at the back of Myeonbyeok-dong.
Mok Gyeong-un tried to talk to him,
“who······.”
-Sureuk!
Someone with a bald head, who appeared to be a monk, passed by without even pretending to see Mo Kyung-un.
The monk who passed by like that soon approached someone sitting in meditation.
Even though the snow was piling up on their head and shoulders and someone was approaching, the person sitting in meditation did not even move the slightest bit.
-thud!
The monk who approached immediately knelt on the floor.
Then he bowed his head to the person sitting in meditation and spoke in an earnest voice.
[Please teach me.]
[······.]
Despite his earnestness, the person sitting in meditation did not utter a single word or become distracted.
Nevertheless, the monk bowed his head to the floor once again and said:
[Please open the way.]
[······.]
The monk maintained his prone posture like that.
It seemed that he would never move until he heard the answer from the person sitting in meditation.
Those who were sitting in meditation and those lying down behind them were motionless, and more and more snow piled up on their bodies.
What on earth is this? Mok Kyung-un lets out a light breath.
-Sureuk!
At that moment, the surroundings turned black and then brightened and repeated,
‘!?’
Before we knew it, snow had piled up on the body of the monk who was lying face down, and the person sitting in meditation was raising his body.
The person who stood up from sitting meditation opened his mouth without taking his eyes off the stone wall.
[Take it.]
As soon as he heard those words, the monk who was lying down staggered to his feet.
No, I couldn’t even stand up right away.
After lying face down for a long time while being hit by snow, he fell forward.
He was a monk who fell forward and barely managed to get up, even though his nose was broken and bleeding.
However, while I was sitting in meditation, someone threw something behind me without even looking.
The monk then stretched out his hands to receive it.
-Wow!
The moment the monk took it, it wet his hands and soon flowed down to the floor.
It was none other than water.
Mokgyeongun, who saw this, had a strange look in his eyes.
‘You threw water?’
It was truly a strange thing.
I threw a little lump of snow, but did it melt in my hand?
Or did they really throw water?
Is it possible to throw water like that with bare hands?
As I was puzzled, the monk tried to somehow pick up the water that had fallen to the floor with his hands.
But how can you pick up water that has already soaked the floor?
[Ahhh······.]
A sigh flowed from the monk’s mouth.
Then the man in the robes who was looking at the stone wall spoke.
[I gave it to you. So, let’s go back.]
At those words, the monk, who was scratching the floor so wet that his fingernails broke, cried out and begged.
[The Hinayana has not yet received what is given. So please teach me.]
[······.]
[I cannot go even if I have to die here.]
[······.]
Despite the monk’s resolute determination, the person staring at the wall did not turn his head even slightly.
But soon, the person wearing a robe staring at the stone wall opened his mouth.
[Unless red snow falls and piles up here, we will not accept you.]
Mok Kyung-un snorted at his words.
How could it be possible for red snow to fall?
In the end, everyone around them said that they would not accept it.
It was that moment.
-Park!
At that time, the monk stood up.
Then he ran somewhere in the cave and brought back a knife.
I thought he was going to commit an accident after hearing that he would never accept me as his disciple.
-Wow!
At that moment, the monk cut off his left arm.
‘!?’
Then, the blood flowing from the cut arm was sprinkled onto the accumulated snow.
As the monk’s blood spattered, his eyes gradually turned red.
Seeing this, Mo Qingyun’s mouth twitched.
This monk created an answer that could not be created through the sacrifice of cutting off his arm.
It could truly be said to be a great will.
‘Are you still going to keep staring at the wall like this?’
Mok Kyung-un looked at someone wearing a robe staring at the stone wall.
At that time, someone who was looking at the stone wall opened their mouth.
[Take it.]
With those words, someone threw something towards the back.
It happened so quickly that the monk unconsciously stretched out his arm to catch it.
However, the arm he stretched out was none other than the cut part.
But,
-Oooooh!
At that moment, a handful of water was floating in the air, forming a shape as if it were being held by a hand.
‘!!!!!!’
Mok Kyung-un’s eyes trembled as he looked at this.
The act of trying to grab something with an arm that wasn’t there actually made it possible.
This amazing sight resonated strongly in Mok Kyung-un’s mind like the ringing of a bell, and the ringing caused a crack.
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