Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 334

Bop Kye stormed into the room, his face tense. His gaze was drawn to Hyun Jong and Chung Myung, who had vanished into the distance.

“……Bangjang.”

Bop Jeong raised his head and looked at Bop Kye, whose voice seemed to be filled with rage.

Bop Kye asked.

“What are Bangjang going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mount Hua!”

Bop Jeong breathed a sigh.

“To think that a person who calls himself a monk has such a high voice because he is enraged. We both have a long way to go.”

“But Bangjang!”

“Lower your voice.”

Bop Kye closed its mouth in response to the stern voice.

He is filled with rage, but he has no choice but to listen to Bangjang. It was partly because he was a monk of Shaolin, but it was because he knew that the one angered the most right now was Bop Jeong.

“There’s nothing to be so angry about.”

Bop Jeong chanted and smiled quietly.

“They will eventually move as we wish.”

“…Will it work?”

“It can’t be helped.”

Bop Jeong stroked the Zaha Divine Sword in front of him.

“Divine Object is not just a symbol of a sect. It’s an object that contains the history and spirit of the sect. What if someone kept Shaolin’s Emerald Buddha Statue in another sect?”

“There is no other way than for either said sect or Shaolin to fall into ruin.”

“That’s right.”

Bop Jeong nods slowly.

“But what they said was different, weren’t they?”

“Mount Hua is risking everything to go a different path from Shaolin.”

Bop Jeong’s voice was a little low.

“Therefore, he would have had no choice but to show off in front of us. In particular, Mount Hua has lost a lot things in the past war against the Magyo. Those who have lost their tradition are more likely to be obsessed with it. I’m telling you now and again, but by tomorrow they’ll be coming to me on their own.”

Bop Kye glanced at the door for no reason.

He doesn’t doubt what Bangjang said. But he couldn’t help but feel the subtle anxiety.

“And this is not to fill Shaolin’s personal feelings. It is only for the sake of the world. If those who claim to be Righteous Sect refuse to do anything for the world, how can they be Righteous Sect?”

Bop Jeong took a sip of tea after chanting Buddha’s name.

“Mount Hua’s Sect Leader, Hyun Jong, is not very well-known, but it is said that he is a noble man and a Taoist. Such a man will not sit idle on what could bring the world into chaos.”

“Are Bangjang sure they’ll do so?”

“When have I ever been wrong?”

Bop Kye paused slightly before responding.

Previously, he would have responded without hesitation.

But not right now. It’s because Bop Jeong’s predictions about Mount Hua don’t always come true.

Bop Jeong smiled quietly as he examined Bop Kye’s expression, which remained suspicious.

‘Everyone makes a mistake.’

The important thing is how to deal with that mistake.

Mount Hua has indeed greatly embarrassed Shaolin. However, if he can control the situation and bring Mount Hua under Shaolin’s control, the shame will soon be forgotten.

And it’s not just a matter of face.

He doesn’t know what the hell they did, but it’s obvious that Mount Hua melted the hearts of that Namman Yasugung Clan.

That was something that not only the Shaolin, but no other sect in the world could do it.

‘We must never miss the tail of Magyo.’

In order to do so, he must bring out Mount Hua’s cooperation. Even if he has to put aside his personal feelings.

“Children who lost their parents are bound to miss their parents. Mount Hua is a sect that has lost too much. There is no way that such people can give up their Divine Object, the sword of Mount Hua’s Great Virtuous Sword Cheon Mun who led Mount Hua’s heyday. Amitabha.”

“…….”

“It would have been more clear if we could have recovered the legacy (유진(遺塵)) of Plum Blossom Sword Saint, but the Great Virtuous Sword’s sword also has not a small meaning for Mount Hua. You’ll see. Now they’re out in a good mood, but they won’t be able to sleep tonight. And by tomorrow morning, they’ll be here on their own.”

Looking at the relaxed face of Bop Jeong, Bop Kye nodded slowly.

Seeing Bop Jeong so confident, this should eventually go as he planned.

It’s bound to be so.

That…

That’s how it was supposed to be…..

The next morning.

“…they went?”

Bop Kye swears it is the first for him to see such a face of Bop Jeong.

Bop Jeong, who had always been full of calmness, was twisting its head with its mouth open.

“……Yes.”

“N- No, what do you mean, they’re gone?”

Bop Kye closed his eyes tightly.

“I went to see how they were doing, and the whole pavilion was already empty.”

“…….”

Bop Jeong’s eyes shook as if there was an earthquake.

“N- No. Wait a minute….. Wait. Amitabha. Amitabha!”

As if he could not organize his thoughts, he kept chanting. Then he asked.

“Where- Where did they go?”

“… Wouldn’t they have returned to Mount Hua?”

“They just walked away in this situation….?”

Instead of answering, Bop Kye looked blankly at Bop Jeong.

He has never seen Bangjang ask such stupid questions one after another in his entire life.

“Little Dong, who was in charge of the pavilion, said that they left as soon as the sun came up.”

“…….”

Bop Jeong’s head became more crooked.

“Leave? N- No. This can’t be happening. It can’t be like this. They’re just gonna walk away in this situation? In this situation?”

Bop Jeong leaped to its feet in a real panic. And he walked around the room and kept on chanting like a crazy person.

“Amitabha. Amitabha! Amitabha!”

Bop Kye looked at him with a disturbed look.

‘I think it’s rather amazing.’

Seeing him struggling to keep his composure even while he’s trembling, as expected of the leader of Shaolin… … .

“Amitabha. Amitabha! No! Damn Amitabha! Aminabal!” (Nabal is that “subject + Nabal”. Example: Shaolin nabal, I translated it to Shaolin or whatnot. It Could also be Shaolin or whatever.)

“…….”

‘It’s not.’

‘No.’

Fire blazed in Bop Jeong’s eyes.

“No, what the hell is Mount Hua thinking? If they just walk away from here, they’ll lose face in Shaolin, and the world will be in a bind! If they just let go of it, who’s going to clean up the mess?”

‘We are.’

‘Are you asking because you don’t know?’

Bop Kye swallowed the word that was about to come out of his mouth.

He had never shown such an appearance, but if he opened his mouth without permission right now, he thought Bangjang would pick up the wooden table and break his head.

“No. Those crazy bastards!”

“Calm down, Bangjang. There’s a lot of ears.”

“Do I look like I’m going to calm down now? They should fall into the hell of fire!”

Bop Kye closed his eyes tightly, unable to bear to see more of Bop Jeong screaming as if he were blowing fire from his mouth.

‘In any case, the problem is with Mount Hua.’

From the start of the competition to the final, Mount Hua’s work didn’t go from one to ten as Shaolin thought.

The honor they tried to gain through this competition was buried deep underground, and Hye Yeon, who hoped to become the world’s leader using this competition as a stepping stone, failed to overcome the final shock and ended up in the training cave.

And now even Shaolin Bangjang has lost his reason and is spouting abusive language because of Mount Hua.

‘That demon souled thing!’

The face of Chung Myung giggling in front of Bop Kye flickered.

Mount Hua was also a problem, but they couldn’t do anything about the demon. And as long as the demon sits still and paints the surroundings, Mount Hua will surely be the one blocking Shaolin’s path.

Behind Bop Kye’s back, a shout from angry Bop Jeong erupted.

“Get him! Get him now! No! I’m coming myself!”

“Ca- Calm down. What will Shaolin’s face become if Bangjang catches up to those who leave?”

“What’s wrong with face? Those crazy people! Mount Hua! Mount Hua Divine Dragon. Mo…….Ugh!”

“Bangjang, wake up! Bangjang!”

When Bop Jeong grabbed the back of the neck and passed, Bop Kye rushed in panic.

Even though he had a strong knowledge of martial arts, he could not help with his blood pressure.

* * *

Baek Chun turned his head, frowning. And he threw his eyes at Seongsan Mountain, which has become far away.

“I think I just heard something?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Some sort of scream…….”

“It must be the sound of an old raccoon falling on the grass.”

“Huh?”

Baek Chun turned around with a face as if he was asking what that meant, but Chung Myung only smiled fully with a shiny face.

‘How dare a middle-aged man look at Mount Hua as a pushover.’

‘What?’

‘The world?’

‘That’s your business.’

Chung Myung no longer wanted the disciples of Mount Hua to be implicated in the meaningless cause for the world. He has experienced with all his heart that nothing will come back even if he gives everything to the world, so why would they do as crazy as that?

“Oh, I feel better.”

Chung Myung grabbed the bottle and drank alcohol.

Baek Chun narrowed his eyes at sight.

‘No. What the hell did you talk about with Shaolin Bangjang?’

There must have been something important going on, but Chung Myung didn’t tell him what happened no matter how much he inquired.

And Hyun Jong, who would normally explain it to the disciples with a smile…….

Baek Chun glanced sideways at Hyun Jong. He was trudging along from the back.

Hyun Jong, who should be looking at them warmly with benevolent eyes, is now…… what should he say…….

‘He looks like someone who has done something wrong.’

He even looked back at Seongsan Mountain with a nervous face. Then he kept muttering something with a bewildered expression on his face.

“Retrieve…… I have to retrieve………. retrieve. A- Ancestor……if the ancestor knew this……. Muryangsubul! Aigoo, Muryangsubul!”

Hyun Jong, who had taken a few steps, flinched again and looked back at the road. Then, suddenly, he started running toward Seongsan Mountain as if having a seizure.

But he didn’t go a few steps. Hyun Young and Hyun Sang, who were watching Hyun Jong from the side, blocked and dragged him.

“Let go! Let go of me, you wicked fools! Oh my gosh, what kind of thing is that!”

“Sect Leader. Let’s go to Mount Hua first and talk.”

“Chung Myung told us that we should never let Sect Leader to Shaolin. Let’s go.”

“Aigoo… Aigoo, you can’t do that! Aigoo, you punk. How can I see my ancestors when I’m dead? Oh my gosh!”

“…….”

Baek Chun looked at the Elders and Sect Leader’s appearance and looked at Chung Myung with a strange gaze.

“Chung Myung.”

“What?”

“… What’s wrong with Sect Leader?”

“Well, I guess he left something important at Seongsan Mountain.”

“What’s that?”

“Kikikik. What’s the point? We’ve got everything important over there.”

Chung Myung pointed straight at something.

Rattle, rattle, rattle.

“…….”

Four large carts follow Mount Hua’s disciples.

Each was loaded with something and covered with a large cloth.

‘That’s all is money?’

To be exact, that’s all the money that Mount Hua and Chung Myung made this time.

What’s even more terrifying was that Mount Hua earned only one cart, and the rest were all made by Chung Myung.

“Sasuk. The trip to Shaolin was very fruitful.”

“… That’s right.”

“I heard Jungwon people are merciful, but they are also generous. I ate well. Kikikik.”

Baek Chun closed his eyes tightly.

‘You’re a demon.’

There is only one mistake by Shaolin.

They didn’t know that there was a person like this who lay down in Mount Hua, and dared to hold Murim Competition. And Shaolin will have to pay for it in the future.

“Anyway…….”

Baek Chun spoke to Chung Myung with a slightly serious look.

“You did a great job.”

“Huh?”

“We wouldn’t have been able to perform so well without you. You…….”

“What?”

Chung Myung frowned.

“Don’t talk as if you’ve accomplished something with that little kiddo competition, Sasuk.”

“…….”

Chung Myung’s response was unnerving.

“Ten Great Sect’s martial art is Jeonggong. The deeper the depth, the stronger Jeonggong. This competition’s distribution is not qualified to represent the power of the sect. The real power of each sect is the Elder and the first-class disciple behind it. I mean…….”

He shrugged and said.

“Even the most ruined Hainan Sect in this tournament is still stronger than Mount Hua in that aspect. So far.”

Baek Chun nodded quietly.

“Right, I suppose so.”

“There is a lot of work to be done in the future. Train and train to death. Then one day…….”

Chung Myung, who was speaking, raised his head and looked into the distance. And muttered.

“Yes, one day.”

Baek Chun didn’t even bother to ask about the following word.

He just smiled at the side of Chung Myung.

‘Right.’

‘Someday.’

‘The day will come when Mount Hua stands tall as the world’s best sect.’

‘With this evil bastard.’

“Let’s go! To Mount Hua!”

“Yes!”

After completing the long and long mission, Mount Hua’s disciples proudly headed to Shaanxi.