Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 330

A thousand miles can be traveled by words alone.

Rumors are uncontrollable by human intervention. Rumors quickly spread around the world that Shaolin had won the Murim Competition.

They all nodded when they first heard it.

“After all, this is Shaolin! As predicted.”

They had no choice but to tilt their heads when they learned about the following situation.

“Huh? As if Mount Hua has triumphed? What are you on about?”

And when they finally heard everything, they all opened their mouths wide open in surprise.

“What? They declined the victory on their own?”

It was an incredible story.

“Oh my goodness, Shaolin has been thoroughly humiliated.”

“What on earth Mount Hua Divine Dragon is to capable of doing such a thing?”

“Hoo, Shaolin……. Shaolin…….”

People love rumors.

What they particularly like is about someone’s scandal or the kind of story that people with high noses have been humiliated.

Rumors that Shaolin, who had been guarding the position of the world’s highest peak for hundreds of years, had been humiliated were spreading across the world at a rate completely different from the rumors that had been spreading.

In the process, Mount Hua’s name was naturally mentioned numerous times.

“But what do you mean by Mount Hua? Doesn’t that mean Mount Hua also reached the final?”

“That’s not all. Not only the final but also the one that achieved the best results in this competition is Mount Hua. If only in terms of the rising stars, there is no other sect that can outperform Mount Hua, right?”

“Hoho. I heard the name Mount Hua for the first time, and I can’t believe they were such a strong sect.”

“Mount Hua used to be one of the Ten Great Sect. But then Hainan took their place. In any case, as Mount Hua is regaining its past status, interesting things will happen in the future.”

“Wait! Wait! I can’t be the only one who knows about this! I’ll have to tell others about this as soon as possible!”

“Ugh! You’re going to get hurt running like that. Hey, you!”

Those who heard the rumor were in a hurry to tell the news. Thanks to this, rumors about Mount Hua spread to the world.

And the main character of the rumor, Mount Hua Sect, leaves the uncomfortable Shaolin and departs for Shaanxi as soon as possible…

* * *

“I should have…….”

At the sight unfolding before his eyes, Hyun Sang’s beard trembled.

‘Is this okay?’

Of course, it’s not a bad sight to see.

Although they did not win the competition, achieving runner-up at Murim Competition is already remarkable. Did they dare to expect such a result when they first participated in the competition?

In addition, being the runner-up was practically spitting out sugar that was almost swallowed up. Perhaps it could be said that the runner-up is more valuable than the winner.

So…….

‘That meat and food, I can understand.’

Hyun Young cares about his disciples.

His tone is a little sharp, but no one doubts that he really cares about his disciples. So he wanted to feed his hard-working disciples something delicious.

Of course he understands that. But…….

“I…… Sect Leader.”

“Hm?”

Hyun Jong, who was next to him, turned his head slightly. Hyun Sang then said in a calm voice.

“Of course… I think we can have as many celebratory parties as we want.”

“That’s right.”

“And I think food can’t be left out at a banquet.”

“Then what?”

“But…….”

Hyun Sang opened his mouth in a trembling voice.

“But isn’t this Shaolin? Are you sure this is okay?”

A scene of meat and alcohol big feast unfolded in Hyun Sang’s eyes.

Even the disciples who gobble up the meat can be understood. They had been feeding them meat somehow, but there was a limit to hiding it.

They are to leave here anyway, so they won’t return to Shaolin. That’s why they can eat meat. It’s just…

A bonfire outside the pavilion and a whole pig on it.

‘Isn’t this too much?’

Eating meat in a temple makes it feel like they’re out of the way as human beings, but now it’s a whole pig. This goes beyond courtesy to the monk, and he feels like they have crossed the line that should not be crossed as a Taoist… … .

‘No, what’s the big deal? Let’s just say that’s the case.’

In any case, meat is meat. What’s the difference between eating something pre-cook or grilled?

What’s the problem?

“Keuhh! Have a drink, Sahyung!”

“Good! Good! You take some, too!”

“Gol! You worked so hard to get to the quarterfinal!”

“Hehehe! I’ll pour it for you, Sasuk!”

Glud, glug, glug.

“…….”

Glud, glug, glug.

“Kaaahh! It’s so good it’s killing me!”

“How long has it been since we had a drink? Keuhhh!”

Hyun Sang’s beard trembled again.

‘Is this really okay?’

Alcohol and meat in the pavilion of the sacred Shaolin.

Isn’t there a limit to everything in the world?

‘Grilled meat and alcohol, not just any mountain, but Seongsan Mountain.’

Anyone who sees the scene will start to point their finger and shout, ‘bandits started visit Seongsan Mountain.’

Hyun Sang, who feels weird, tried to persuade Hyun Jong.

“Sect Leader, I think this is a little…….”

But before he could say anything, Hyun Young came up with something else.

“Again. What kind of nonsense are you trying to say!”

“…….”

“I’m going to feed the hard-working kids!”

“No, I mean… I’m not saying the kids didn’t have a hard time…….”

“You aren’t going to save Shaolin’s face now, do you? Would they be grateful for that?”

“Ugh.”

Hyun Sang knows.

Considering what Chung Myung did at the competition, it should be said that Mount Hua and Shaolin’s relationship have already become irreversible. It doesn’t make any difference whether they add this alcohol or not.

Still, Hyun Jong smiled at Hyun Sang, who looked in trouble.

“Wouldn’t that be all right?”

“…… Sect Leader.”

“These kids have done really well so far. On top of that, the competition was held without ever letting go of the fatigue accumulated from the long training they had been doing before the competition.”

Hyun Sang nodded his head.

Having a competition was a lot harder than he thought. Even Hyun Sang, who has never participated in a competition before feels like his body is melting, then how could those kids be fine?

“Isn’t there a long way to Shaanxi? I’d like to free the kids a little bit before we leave. You need to understand a little bit.”

“My thoughts were short.”

Hyun Jong smiled and patted his shoulder as Hyun Sang bowed his head.

“I understand where are you coming from. There should be someone who speaks like you in a sect. But let’s put it down a little bit today.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“Look, I can see those children so happy, does courtesy matter at all?”

“Well…….”

Hyun Sang looked around with a slightly pleased expression.

Chung Myung was seen putting a bottle of alcohol in his snout and tilting his head to the fullest.

“…….”

Glud, glug, glug.

The alcohol runs through the throat in an instant. Chung Myung pulled the empty wine bottle out of his mouth and put a new bottle in his mouth without delay.

Glud, glug, glug

“…….”

‘Won’t he die like that?’

“Chung Myung must be in a good mood.”

‘Pardon?’

‘Didn’t he just look like a drunken man with a high alcohol content?’

‘Sect Leader?’

“Hahaha. Heroes naturally like alcohol.”

‘Yes?’

‘Hero?’

‘That one?’

Disagreeing with Hyun Young, Hyun Sang peeked at Chung Myung again. Normally, there must have been someone nagging right next to him. Surely it would be…

“Hehehehehe!”

“…….”

Unfortunately, today seems to be an exception. Yoon Jong and Jo Gol, who would normally have stopped Chung Myung, were drinking as if to death.

‘Yoon Jong, even that kid… …?’

It is Yoon Jong, no matter what anyone says, who tries to protect the duty of a Taoist in this Mount Hua Sect. Although he would appreciate Baek Chun more as a martial artist, Yoon Jong would be a more suitable vessel for protecting Mount Hua’s Taoism.

If it was Yoon Jong, he would have moderately refrained from drinking and looked around, regardless of whether others drank or not. But today, Yoon Jong was pouring alcohol with his waistband untied.

Even Jo Gol is twice as excited as Yoon Jong and he’s handing over the alcohol…..

“Huh?”

Yoo Iseol is asleep in one corner with her head stuck in the table. And Tang Soso was holding the sleeping person and speaking gibberish the whole time.

“Ho…….”

Baek Chun was the one who was awake, but he didn’t seem particularly fine. With a red face, he seemed busy receiving the cups from his Sahyung.

“Ho……. Hoho.”

Hyun Sang laughed faintly, losing what to say while looking at the mess. Then Hyun Jong opened his mouth quietly.

“Everyone must have had a hard time.”

“That’s….”

“How could they not have known that the reconstruction of Mount Hua depended on them?”

Hyun Sang shut his mouth.

Hyun Jong’s voice is a bit bitter.

“They’ve put down their heavy loads after a while now. That’s why they can laugh and talk comfortably. For now. Only now.”

Hyun Jong looked at the disciples with a pitiful face.

He felt uncomfortable thinking that innocent children were suffering because the upper-rank (Elder) couldn’t carry the burden properly.

Then someone broke his thoughts and came in.

“Don’t go too deep by yourself, Sect Leader.”

“Yes?”

It was Hyun Young. He shook his head and said.

“Burden is usually a pain, but it’s rewarding to put it down. Would the children be so happy now if they hadn’t truly bore the weight?”

“Hum.”

“Of course, we are sinners to the children. But don’t say you feel sorry for the kids. It is rather disrespectful to them. Aren’t they proud of themselves for having the best performance in the Murim Competition?”

Hyun Jong nodded quietly.

“Yes, you are right.”

‘I’m proud.’

‘I’m proud of you.’

Hyun Jong wiped his eyes quietly. His eyes kept hurting as he looked at those wonderful guys.

These proud children…

“Euhihihihit!”

At that moment, Chung Myung sprang up from his seat and stuffed the bottle into Baek Sang’s mouth.

“Eup! Eueup!”

“Drink! Drink! We’re going to eat ’till die today!”

“Ugh!”

Baek Sang resisted and struggled, but Chung Myung finally poured alcohol into his mouth and giggled to find the next victim.

And finally, one person was caught on Chung Myung’s net.

“Sasuk?”

“…….”

“Dongryong?”

“…….”

Baek Chun, who had already turned red with alcohol, looked at Chung Myung with trembling eyes.

“N- No. If I drink more, I’ll die…..”

But Chung Myung put a bottle in his mouth before he could finish talking.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. You won’t die. You won’t die that easily.”

“Keureu.”

Baek Chun fell back with a bottle in his mouth.

At that moment, Yoo Iseol, who raised her head as if she had returned to her senses, stared at Chung Myung with half-unconscious eyes.

“Boomer.”

Thud.

Then she hit her head back on the table and fell asleep as if she was dead.

‘What a mess.’

Hyun Sang smiled brightly.

How can this be a party of the Taoists? Taesangnogun (Taoist God in some reference), who used to enjoy drinking alcohol, will turn his head away when he sees this.

‘No matter what the Sect Leader says before it gets too much…….’

It was that moment.

Chung Myung’s head, which was looking around with a reddish face, stopped.

“…….”

“Hehe. Sect Leader?”

“…….”

“Elder?”

The Devil… No, Chung Myung slowly approached him with a bottle of alcohol in both hands. Hyun Sang closed his eyes unknowingly as soon as there was a bright smile around Chung Myung’s mouth.

* * *

“Amitabha.”

A man stood in front of the pavilion and quietly chanted Buddha’s name.

Having hesitated a few times, he sighed deeply and knocked on the door with a heavy touch.

“Is someone there?”

With a small voice.

Perhaps that’s why there was no answer.

He sighed louder and knocked a little harder on the door.

“Hello!”

But this time, there was no return answer either.

“Hm?”

Bop Kye, the man, tilted his head and thought inwardly.

‘Is they gone already?’

‘No, I can definitely feel a person’s presence.’

After thinking for a moment, he quietly pushed the door open. The door slowly began to open with a squeak, as if the latch hadn’t locked.

“Amitabha. This is Bop Kye from Shaolin. Are Sect Leader……. Wha- What is this?”

Bop Kye, who had tilted its head upward, was terrified and backed away.

‘Is there a war?’

The inside of the large pavilion was a complete mess. The table in the center was littered with disheveled food plates and empty alcohol bottles, and the disciples of Mount Hua were scattered on the floor as if they had been attacked.

‘I- It’s not really an attack, is it?’

Fortunately, they didn’t seem to be dead, given that their chest was going up and down.

“That… That is?”

Bop Kye, who was staring at the situation for a moment, opened his eyes wide.

Now it was clear what was going on inside.

“Liquor? And… meat?”

Come to think of it, isn’t that a pig’s bone left in the yard?

Bop Kye, who found traces of the remaining bonfire in the yard, grabbed the back of his neck (which means he was stressed).

“Wha- What the hell is this sect……!”

There’s a limit to being rude, what the hell are they thinking?

He hurriedly closed his mouth as he tried to roar with a red face.

– We should never collide. Never!

He managed to remember what Bop Jeong had said before coming here.

He sighed deeply, thinking that someone should wake up by now.

Then.

Peek.

One of the people lying on the floor raised his head slightly. Then he squinted his eyes.

‘Is he upset?’

But he soon started rubbing his eyes with the sleeve. He was half asleep and couldn’t see well.

‘You’re a martial artist, you can’t see well just because of a hangover?’

Did you cook all your internal strength as soup and eat it away?!

What even made Bop Kye even more upset was that the one rubbing his eyes was “that” Chung Myung. How could the guy who beat Hye Yeon be in such a pathetic condition?

Chung Myung. still half-awake, tilted his head and asked in a hoarse voice.

“Uh…….”

“…….”

“Who are you?”

“…….”

Bop Kye sighed again.

“I’m monk Bop Kye. Is Sect Leader present?”

“Uh……. The Sect Leader is…….”

Chung Myung shook his head for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pointed to one side.

“There he is.”

“Huh?”

Bop Kye, who turned his head following the fingertips, was frozen in place.

Hyun Jong, wearing a crooked uniform, was lying on the stairs.

“…….”

“Do you want me to wake him up?”

“……No. I’ll be waiting.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Bop Kye chanted Buddha in his mind.

‘Amitabha.’

He can’t believe they lost to these guys.

Where the hell is Shaolin going to?

“Amitabha!”

A nervous chant popped out of Bop Kye’s mouth. Then he asked Chung Myung, who yawned lazily.

“But…… why would you want to see Sect Leader?”

Bop Kye replied with a sigh.

“I’m here to deliver what Bangjang has to say.”

Chung Myung’s eyes have narrowed slightly.