Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 218
“You punk! Where do you steal things? Put that out right now!”
“No! Someone gave it to me earlier! I didn’t steal it!”
“How dare you lie to me! In this land of Kunming, who is going to hand out their own food to others? Aren’t you going to let go of that hand right now?”
The merchant who was abusing the child snorted.
“Oh, you don’t want to give it to me, do you? Let’s see if you don’t let go of your hand even if your wrist is cut off!”
Finally, he drew a large sword from his waist. It was the moment he took the child’s hand in his and raised his sword high.
“What are you doing!”
Yoon Jong, who ran after hearing the child scream, yelled. And clasped the hand of a merchant wielding a sword.
“What is this…!”
Enraged by the unexpected interruption, the merchant quickly shut his mouth to the force that had grabbed his hands. His tone softened in an instant.
“Ah, no, it’s not that I’m harassing him for no reason, this guy stole the dumplings…”
“What did he steal? I bought it here a while ago and handed it out!”
“……Yo- You give it to him?”
Yoon Jong’s eyes darkened.
“You didn’t even know what was going on, and you hit the kid! What kind of person would that be?!”
“Aigoo, I’m sorry, sir! You must be an outsider….. Kunming doesn’t have anyone handing out food to others anymore, so I thought they must have stolen it.”
Yoon Jong’s expression hardens.
“But no matter what. Trying to cut off a child’s hand for stealing something. How can a person do that!”
“I- I was just trying to scare him! Really!”
Yoon Jong, who had been staring at the merchant for quite some time, finally let go of his wrist when the merchant insisted.
And in a serious tone of voice.
“Isn’t this place so generous?”
In tears, the merchant touched his wrist and looked at Yoon Jong.
“Ho- How can I give food to others? I don’t even have anything to put in my mouth.”
“Hmm.”
“Everyone is starving to death. You saw it on the way here.”
Yoon Jong groans.
“I understand the situation, but it’s wrong to mess with the child carelessly!”
“I’m- I’m sorry.”
With a stern reprimand, he turned away from the merchant and picked up the fallen child.
“Are you all right?”
“…I, I’m fine…”
His lips are cracked and chapped, but the child ignores the injury and simply stares at his own hands.
The child’s eyes welled up with tears as he watched the dumpling, which had been crushed and covered in dirt by the trampled.
“I have to get it for my brother…….”
Yoon Jong sighed and tapped the child on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a new dumpling.”
“R- Really?”
“Sure.”
Jo Gol unconsciously nodded at the sight.
‘You’re unmistakably a Taoist.’
Even in this situation, believing that he is putting others first is difficult.
Jo Gol was ashamed of himself for failing to care for those in need around him because he was preoccupied with Jamokcha.
‘I should take one or two of your examples….’
“Gol ah.”
Jo Gol quickly responded.
“Sahyung, yes!”
“Money.”
“……Yes?”
Yoon Jong tilts his chin.
He cocked his head slightly and gazed at Jo Gol with clear, innocent eyes.
“I’ve spent all my money.”
“…….”
“Open your pockets.”
“…….”
“Hurry up.”
Sahyung.
Why isn’t that compassion extended to your fellow disciple?
Why…
It was robbed.
Not only was the money in his pocket taken away, but so was the money on his sleeve and even the last emergency money he had hidden in his socks.
‘He only teaches strange things to Chung Myung!’
How can a person be wiped clean without leaving a single dust particle behind?
“……Sahyung. What do we eat when we go home if we took it out all away? ”
“…… that’s true, but we also have a place to spend money…….”
“…… that’s the case, but we have somewhere to spend our money…….”
“Where? Is it possible to spend money in Yunnan? ”
There isn’t one.
No, it didn’t.
That’s right; they never saw a proper city on their way from Sichuan to Kunming; all they saw were desolate fields and mountainous areas.
“When you return to Sichuan, you can go home and spend money. What’s wrong with being the son of a rich family? ”
“Sti- Still…….”
Yoon Jong’s gaze slowly shifts to Jo Gol.
“Still?”
“……no.”
Jo Gol quietly closed his mouth when he saw Chung Myung’s craziness in Yoon Jeong’s eyes.
‘No, what type of eyes…’
He will become porridge if he opens his mouth incorrectly.
‘Everyone has been strange.’
Where did the good Yoon Jong go?
Jo Gol, who was overcome with grief, sighed deeply.
Meanwhile, Yoon Jong was stealing money from Jo Gol and buying grain and dumplings to give to the children.
The number of children did not decrease no matter how many times he distributed it.
“One- One more, please.”
“Here it is.”
“Can I have this?” Is it safe to eat? ”
“Eat a lot of food.” Come back tomorrow if you’re hungry. I’ll hand it over to you tomorrow.”
“……many thanks.” Thank you a lot.”
Yoon Jong bites his lower lip slightly.
He can see thin ribs between the rag-like clothes, and as soon as the child grabbed the dumpling, they pushed it into their mouths and began giggling.
“What are you up to? Get yourself some water! ”
“Yes!”
Jo Gol dashed to the well without saying anything.
Yoon Jong would sigh even when Chung Myung did not recognize his Sahyung or when he overturned Mount Hua, but he never became angry.
When he became enraged, it felt very different from when Chung Myung became enraged.
‘For the time being, act as if the mouse is dead and do what has been told!’
Jo Gol’s survival instinct told him so.
Jo Gol, who had gotten water from the well, gave it to the children.
They bought so many dumplings and grains that they couldn’t even hold them with both hands, but they ran out quickly, and Yoon Jong sighed as he looked at the bottom of the empty sack.
“Oh….”
When the children realize that the grain sacks are empty, their eyes lose vigor.
Yoon Jong gently licked his lips.
Children are notoriously dim.
More specifically, they do not consider why when something happens.
They would become enraged and throw tantrums if they did not receive what other children did, ignoring Yoon Jong’s situation.
But these kids just cry as if they’re used to it and aren’t angry at Yoon Jong.
Yoon Jong became unbearable as a result of this.
He turned around and addressed Jo Gol.
“Buy more.”
“Sahyung. Didn’t you take all of the money? ? “I’m out of money right now.”
“Have you kept anything hidden?”
“You’ve taken out all the emergency money I have! Now, even if I about die and try to eat, I don’t have any more.”
“……Really?”
Yoon Jong’s face was distorted as he looked around the children.
The crying children bowed their heads and bit their lips tightly.
“Thank you.”
“It’s fine. We aren’t hungry.”
Yoon Jong’s forehead has a blood vein.
He grabbed the belt and pulled the sword from his waist, and the children crouched in an instant, as if terrified by sight.
On the other hand, Yoon Jong held out the sword to Jo Gol without saying anything.
“Sell this and get some grain.”
Jo Gol’s expression hardened.
“Sahyung, this is Plum Sword!”
“I have eyes too.”
“Sahyung! If you sell a disciple’s sword arbitrarily, you can’t avoid punishment! Why are you doing this?”
“Did you say punishment?”
“Yes.”
“You mean Sect Leader will be angry that I sold the sword and fed the children?”
“……Huh?”
That is not the case.
He’s not that kind of guy.
What made you decide not to sell the sword? He’d be furious at Jo Gol.
“Needless to say. I am a Taoist before a martial artist. I can’t watch children starve to protect a sword that fights people. Hurry up, sell this and get some grain.”
“Sa- Sahyung, but…….”
Despite his obstinate words, Jo Gol hesitated, as if he couldn’t follow this, and Yoon Jong’s voice erupted.
“Hurry!”
Then, to the helpless Jo Gol, a savior appeared.
“What happened?”
“Sa- Sa- Sasuk!”
Jo Gol and Yoon Jong, who was discovered by Baek Chun, bowed deeply.
With a sack of grain in Yoon Jong’s hand, Baek Chun frowned as he watched the gathered children.
“I think I need to hear what’s going on first.”
Yoon Jong calmly opened his mouth after swallowing dry saliva.
After some time.
After hearing all of the explanations, Baek Chun frowned and sighed.
“Yoon Jong.”
“Yes, Sasuk.”
Yoon Jong takes a deep breath and bows his head.
“I know how you feel, but nothing will change even if you drop a few drops of water on a rice field dried up by drought. Do you get it? ”
“…Yes. “I understand, Sasuk.”
When he saw Yoon Jong’s eyes responding calmly, Baek Chun sighed.
“You understand, but you don’t want to change your mind.”
“I’m sorry.”
Yoon Jong is also aware of what he is doing.
Giving with a good heart has its time and place.
Their goal is to ask around in Kunming for information about Jamokcha without being noticed.
People’s eyes naturally gather if they distribute grain and work like this; even if Baek Chun is angry at Yoon Jong, he can’t make an excuse.
Baek Chun gave the nod.
“Right, then hurry up.”
“Yes?”
Baek Chun pulled his money bag from his arms and hurled it at Jo Gol.
Jo Gol, who had grabbed the bag haphazardly, blinked his eyes.
“Sasuk?”
“There won’t be much grain in Kunming’s commercial district. Purchase everything you can.”
“Will everything be fine?”
“The mission is, of course, important.”
Baek Chun stated emphatically.
“However, would Sect Leader and Elders say I did a good job if I said I turned a blind eye to the people in order to complete my mission successfully?”
He took a breather and shook his head.
“It’s incorrect. I wish for Mount Hua’s glory. But Mount Hua’s glory is meaningless without justice. What is the point of Mount Hua towering over other sects if we ignore justice? ”
Jo Gol shakes his head.
“Of course, I do not mean that you should follow justice regardless of the situation. However, it does not appear that there will be any issues at this time. So get moving.”
“Yes?”
The words don’t make sense.
He doesn’t believe there is a problem, but should he hurry?
Baek Chun looked around with slightly uneasy eyes and whispered quietly as Jo Gol wondered.
“Hurry up, before Chung Myung finds out!”
Jo Gol rushed out to purchase the grain.
The remaining Baek Chun and Yoon Jong nervously checked to see if Chung Myung was approaching from a distance.
“Look at this!”
“Here it is.”
“There’s still a lot of work to be done, so don’t rush!”
Yoon Jong, Jo Gol, and Baek Chun distributed the grain together, with a large grain sack in the center; it was obviously distributed only to the children who had gathered, but as the rumor spread, other children flocked in like a cloud.
“Has there ever been so many children?”
“Kunming is a major city.” They’re all hungry and can’t go out.”
“I don’t think we have enough grain…….”
Baek Chun sighed deeply.
“You have to do as much as you can.”
Baek Chun licked his lips as he observed the crowd of children.
He doesn’t usually take pride in being merciful, but he can’t stand the children’s scruffy bones.
As the group’s leader, he should blame Yoon Jong for unexpectedly attracting attention, but in reality, he is grateful to Yoon Jong for doing what he couldn’t do first.
“Let’s get this out of the way!”
“Sasuk, yes!”
Yoon Jong serves dumplings and pats the child on the head.
“Eat a lot.”
“Tha- Thank you.”
Even though they are handing out food and grain, their eyes are a little scared, and they do not let down their guard against strangers.
It must imply that they went through a lot.
“Do you believe there will be more and more?”
“Adults are now arriving.” Ummm…”
Baek Chun narrowed his brow slightly; if this is the case, it would draw a lot of attention.
‘I’d rather leave the grain alone…’
No way.
Then there will be a few accidents, which could lead to a disaster, and they will die and kill each other in order to have one more.
Then…
It was back then.
“Who are these people!”
The heads of the three people dispensing grain flashed up.
“…….”
Baek Chun’s expression hardened.
A white robe that only covered half of the top, with animal skin draped over it.
‘Namman Yasugung…’
Namman Yasugung Clan was walking toward the disciples of Mount Hua before he knew it.