Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 363
“Bangjang!”
Bop Kye, the Shaolin Elder, gave Bop Jeong a stiff look.
“What’s the matter with you? ”
“… Shouldn’t we bring Hye Yeon back?”
Bop Jeong placed the teacup in his mouth without saying anything. Bop Jeong’s nose was gently caressed by the scent of grain from the tea.
“Bring him back. Right, that wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
“How are you so carefree? Hye Yeon is the right person to lead Shaolin. He’s not just any ordinary kid, but now he’s gone to Mount Hua of all places……!”
“If I do, what will I say to bring him back?”
“…Yes?”
Bop Jeong smiled and looked at Bop Kay.
“Should I say that Buddha’s way does not exist where he is going?”
“That’s…….”
Bop Kye closed his mouth as if speechless. Bop Jeong said something softly.
“Buddha is everywhere in the world. Buddhas are not limited to those shriveled sutras or high Buddhist temples. Wherever people live, there are Buddhas. Isn’t this the teaching of Shaolin?”
It was an irrefutable remark. Bop Kye shed a sigh of relief for a moment before answering.
“That’s right.”
“It was Shaolin who taught Hay Yeon that way. But how can Shaolin deny that teaching themselves?”
“……but, Bangjang.”
Bop Jeong shook his head.
“It’s an obsession.”
“…….”
And he continued his speech with a BanZhang stance.
“Hye Yeon is not a child that anyone can teach. The Blessed One (세존/Sezon) was self-reliant without anyone’s teaching, and Bodhidharma created his own dharma. If Hye Yeon is really such a talent, he will be able to find his own Buddha there.”
“……in Mount Hua?”
“Yes, Mount Hua.”
Bop Jeong’s eyes shone cold.
“Do not ignore Mount Hua. Mount Hua is a place where achievements that no one has achieved in the world have been made in a short period of time. Apart from your feelings, it must be acknowledged that Mount Hua is a great sect.”
Bop Kye sighed and nodded.
“Don’t worry too much. Mount Hua’s teaching will never hurt Hye Yeon. In the end, martial art cannot be achieved without effort. Mount Hua’s straightness will make Hye Yeon realize a lot, too.”
“…I didn’t know the deep meaning of Bangjang.”
“Hoho.”
Bop Jeong smiled brightly.
‘I’m curious.’
He wonders how Hye Yeon will return after meeting and interacting with Chung Myung.
Bop Jeong was already excited by the expectations.
‘By now, they should be comparing each other’s martial art and moving on to higher places.’
It is clear that Chung Myung is also a great martial artist.
“Amitabha.”
Bop Jeong chanted calmly.
‘I hope you grow more and come back..’
More and more.
* * *
“Hahahahaha! Drink! Drink!”
“Huayin now is in a great success! We’ve got hundreds of disciples just today!”
“How much is all this! Oh my gosh!”
Hye Yeon closed his eyes tightly.
‘This is devil’s act.’
Something unimaginable was happening in front of his eyes.
Mount Hua’s disciples and Huayin Sect’s disciples were in a mess and drinking.
‘What the hell is this….’
For Hye Yeon, who has been taught under strict Shaolin discipline that self-restraint is a shortcut to Buddhism, what was happening in front of his eyes was truly shocking.
‘Are all the other sects like this?’
It can’t be.
As far as he knows, Taoist Sect like Wudang and places with strong subsidiary sects like Southern Edge Sect and Great Five Family keep their own strict rules.
This is the only place in the world where the second-class disciples, the third-class disciples, and even the Elders take off their hairbands and hold a festival in one place.
“Amitabha. Amitabha. Amitabha.”
His heart was pounding and it was almost hard to control. Hye Yeon tried to calm his heart by chanting repeatedly.
“Oh, take a drink!”
“Sahyung! You have to take a glass from me, too!”
“Aigoo, Munju-nim! Congratulations!”
However, no matter how hard he chants, he can’t calm down.
‘Is this natural for people living in the world?’
It was a scene that Hye Yeon, who had lived his whole life in Shaolin, could not comprehend.
At that time, someone called Hye Yeon loudly from behind.
“What are you doing?”
“Yes?”
“Take a drink!”
“…….”
Hye Yeon blinked his big eyes as big as a calf as he looked at Chung Myung who approached him and gave him a glass of alcohol.
“Siju. I’m a monk.”
“So what?”
“I- I can’t drink.”
“What? Everyone I know eats.”
“Yes? Who?”
Chung Myung grinned.
‘What do you mean who? They’re your ancestors.’
Although the relationship is now in disarray, Shaolin and Mount Hua were not so bad in the past when Chung Myung was still Plum Blossom Sword Saint.
For Shaolin, of course, it was a bit of a burden since Mount Hua was growing at an enormous rate. However, Mount Hua was acting as a wall for Shaolin since there was Wudang in front of them, and Mount Hua also had no reason to be hostile to Shaolin, as it was the first priority to beat Wudang and Southern Edge Sect.
Perhaps the story would have changed if a few more years had passed without the appearance of Magyo. But that didn’t happen.
In any case.
– Here, have a drink, Dojang.
– Is it okay for a monk to drink? (중놈)
– It’s strange to hear that from a Taoist who’s been blowing liquor bottles.
– Mount Hua’s people can have a drink.
– How can a monk not be able to do what Taoists can? Come on, get a drink.
– You fake monk.
Even the Shaolin monks drank alcohol.
Of course, because the rules were so strict, those who did not have a high rank did not dare to drink alcohol, but when the rank increased, Shaolin’s characteristics became quite self-indulgent.
“Anyway, get a drink.”
“Amitabha. This monk is fine.”
“Tsk tsk tsk. You’re being silly.”
“…Yes?”
Chung Myung said, staring straight at Hye Yeon.
“Didn’t you come down to Shaolin alone to find something in other people’s lives?”
“That’s right.”
“Look.”
Chung Myung pointed his chin around.
Everyone was drunk as hell, giving and accepting cups back and forth.
“This is the life you were looking for.”
“…….”
“Life doesn’t change just by watching. It’s meaningful to jump into that life on your own. You came here because you wanted to know the path that was not in Buddhist scriptures and Shaolin’s teachings. But you’re just gonna sit around and watch?”
Chung Myung poured alcohol into the glass and gave it to Hye Yeon.
“Drink it.”
“Siju, I…….”
“I don’t know where the Buddha’s Dharma is, but what you want to know is here.”
Hye Yeon looked quietly at Chung Myung’s glass.
Then he nodded and received it with both hands.
‘I’m…’
Discipline is of utmost importance.
But sometimes there may be something more important than discipline.
‘If you don’t lose yourself, wouldn’t a glass of wine be no different from grain tea?’
Hye Yeon brought the drink to his lips in a pretty respectful motion.
And he emptied the glass with his eyes closed.
Gulp.
“……hmm?”
Hye Yeon opened his eyes wide and looked at the glass. He had a slightly blank face.
“What do you think? Is it hot?”
“……No, it’s just sweet.”
“Huh?”
Hye Yeon said with his head tilted.
“It’s just like honey water.”
“…….”
Chung Myung stared blankly at him and checked the bottle he had in his hand.
‘This is Baekju.’
Baekju was famous for being strong among other alcohols.
But the guy who drinks alcohol for the first time in his life says what? Sweet?
“Aren’t you strong?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“……take another drink.”
Chung Myung poured alcohol into Hye Yeon’s glass. Then Hye Yeon tilted his head and drank again.
“Keu!”
“What do you think?”
“It’s fascinating. It feels cool in the throat, but sweet on the tongue, and my stomach is burning! Doesn’t it seem like you’re feeling the urge to drink it with a glass of water?”
“…….”
Hye Yeon’s eyes are stuck in the bottle that Chung Myung holds.
“Dharma is not in the scripture. I think I know what it means. If I hadn’t tried this drink, I wouldn’t have known there was such a thing in the world. It’s said that what you see and hear doesn’t do what you do, and what you do doesn’t match what you enjoy!”
“……… that’s a very elegant word to say that you’re a good drinker?”
Chung Myung, who was dumbfounded, smiled.
Wouldn’t it be surprising at Shaolin? That strict Shaolin makes such a weak-willed monk, and that’s Hye Yeon out of all.
“Don’t talk nonsense and get another drink. Thanks to you, things worked out easily.”
“Thank you, Siju. Please take a drink from me, too.”
“Haha. Does the monk now know the way of alcohol (주도(酒道))? This is going to be a big deal.”
When Chung Myung started exchanging cups with Hye Yeon, Mount Hua’s disciples crept around.
The first to step out was none other than Jo-Gol.
“Monk! Do you remember me, monk?”
Hye Yeon, who identified Jo-Gol’s face, takes BanZhang as if he is apologetic.
“Of course, Jo-Gol Dojang.”
“Haha! As expected! Then take my drink, too!”
When Hye Yeon took Jo-Gol’s drink and drank it cool, a bottle popped out in front of him.
“Ah!”
“Take it.”
“Yoo Iseol Dojang!”
Hye Yeon’s eyes brightened at Yoo Iseol.
Her sword has deeply impressed him. Her sword, which had slashed his chest, was still lodged in his mind.
“I’ll give you a drink, too.”
Hye Yeon took Yoo Iseol’s bottle and leaned it into her glass. Yoo Iseol, staring at the filled glass, drank silently.
In a little while, an empty glass was neatly placed on the table with a snap.
“I’ll win next time.”
“I always look forward to it.”
Many others came up to Hye Yeon and offered drinks without hesitation. Even for them, Hye Yeon was a strange person and a person they wanted to be close to.
Hye Yeon’s face is starting to turn red.
His face, which was usually heated by embarrassment, is now red with drunkenness.
“Wow! Our monk is a strong drinker!”
“Go, go, drink down. Go, go!”
“Whew. It’s been a while since I saw someone who drinks so well besides Chung Myung.”
“Here’s another drink!”
“Here comes the booze! Go! Go! Go!”
“The cycle doesn’t run in history. You’ll be punished if you throw away alcohol you pay for!”
Mount Hua’s disciples giggled and gave Hye Yeon a drink. And Hye Yeon liked it and drank it without knowing it.
Baek Chun, who had been watching the situation from behind, looked back at Chung Myung, who had already stepped back, and said.
“Shouldn’t you stop him?”
“Why?”
“… That’s going to be a big deal.”
Chung Myung laughs wickedly.
“Leave it alone. Kids are supposed to get along with each other over a drink. Isn’t it important to see each other to build a friendship?”
“…….”
Baek Chun shook his head.
And the situation he was afraid of happened after only one drink had passed.
“Hehehe! It feels good!”
“…….”
Hye Yeon, who had his top half lifted, swung from side to side, so drunk that his bald head was completely red.
“Aigoo! Our monk is having fun!”
“One more drink! One more drink!”
And Mount Hua’s disciples, who were drunk while feeding Hye Yeon, surrounded him and laughed half-tastefully.
Baek Chun smacked his lips bitterly at the sight.
‘Where do you think this scene is where Shaolin and Mount Hua are playing together?’
‘It is a place where Seongsan-chae and Mount Hua-chae strengthen their friendship!’ (-chae = bandit group.)
If only one pig was hanging on the back, it could not be refuted anymore.
“Chung Myung, you need to stop him……. Chung Myung-ah?”
Baek Chun turned his head to find Chung Myung, who had already disappeared.
“…….”
Chung Myung was putting a bottle in the mouth of Huayin Munju Wei Lishan.
Even next to such a sight, Hyun Young giggled and laughed back.
“…….”
Chung Myung, holding the bottle and giggling as he watched Wei Lishan fall behind, put the bottle in his mouth and drank the rest.
Baek Chun smiled pleased at the sight.
‘I don’t know anymore.’
He doesn’t care how it comes to an end now.
“Give me a drink, too!”
Even Baek Chun, who had let go of the last string, rushed to where everyone was.
The drinking party, which began with Hye Yeon’s welcoming ceremony, continued to be more violent than expected and stayed up all night.
If Bop Jeong had seen this scene, he would have foamed and passed out, but fortunately or unfortunately, he had no way of knowing all this since he was far away in Seongsan Mountain.
Unfortunately, that is.