Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 549

Finely shaved head.

And a red robe close to purple surrounds the body.

It was definitely a monk’s uniform, but there was a clear difference from Hye Yeon’s.

‘Rama monk?’

As soon as Baek Cheon tried to look back with questioning eyes, the monk from the tent started reciting verses (揭頌 poem containing Buddhist doctrines) as if singing in unison with their palms together.

Then, the one in the lead looked at them with a smile.

“Om mani padme hum. Even passing by is fate, isn’t meeting in a place like this very definition of that? It is really nice to see you.” (It is one of the prayers (mantras) that are often memorized in Korean Buddhism, meaning that all sins are destroyed and all merits are created)

“Oh…….”

Baek Cheon, who was momentarily speechless in bewilderment, quickly came to his senses and greeted.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Baek Cheon, a second-class disciple of Mount Hua Sect in Jungwon. And these are my Samae and Sajils .”

“Mount Hua.”

The Rama monk mumbled quietly and glistened his eyes.

“I greet the noble one.”

And once again, he put his hands together and bowed his head. In response, Baek Cheon also bowed more deeply.

‘I don’t know what’s happening.’

It is perplexing that monks suddenly popped out of a meadow, which seemed to have nothing to do with Buddhism, and it was absurd that such fluent Hanyu came out even though they did not have the appearance of Jungwon people. The Rama monk smiled brightly, as he noticed a number of questions on Baek Cheon’s face.

Then he answered coolly.

“We are monks of the Budala Clan.”

“Ah!”

Baek Cheon exclaimed.

‘I never thought I’d meet the people of Budala Clan here.’

They’re on the way back to Jungwon after visiting the North Sea Ice Clan, which is one of the Five Outer Clan, but he can’t believe they’re seeing other people of the Five Outer Clan again.

It was a coincidence.

“The meadow has no owner, but the one who came first cannot ignore those who came later.

Please come inside. I’ll serve you warm tea and food.”

“Well…. then we will.”

Baek Cheon nodded his head.

Although he is not in a high position to be treated well, it is also rude to refuse in this situation.

“Then, this way…….”

The gaze of the man trying to guide Mount Hua’s disciples inside suddenly reached Hye Yeon. He put his palms together with a most reverent face.

Hye Yeon also answered his greeting with a serious look on his face.

“It is very nice to meet a monk who seeks teachings with his journey since ascetic practice is not confined to a peaceful temple.”

“How can there be only one path under the teachings of the Buddha? It is an honor to meet such disciplined people.”

The Rama monk grinned at Hye Yeon’s answer.

“Please come this way. I’ve warmed up the tent.”

They led Mount Hua’s disciples toward a large tent in the middle. Baek Cheon grabbed Chung Myung’s shoulder as he tried to follow with a sour face.

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes?”

“Will it be okay? I’ve never heard of Budala Clan, one of the Five Outer Clans, come out and go. I don’t want to get involved for no reason…..”

Chung Myung smirked at Baek Cheon’s worried remarks.

“We’re already involved. What do you want me to do?”

“…….”

“And even if we decide before, we can’t run away anyway.”

“……Huh?”

“I’m glad there’s no malice.”

Baek Cheon listened to Chung Myung and was in agony for a moment.

Just listening to Chung Myung’s words, he seemed to have a very high regard for them.

Of course, it wouldn’t be strange if someone else said this. However, there was no way not to be surprised when Chung Myung, who looked down on the Elders and Sect Leader of all sects, even to the bishops they faced in the Ice Clan, said this.

“Let’s go. Keep an eye on them. I think there’s a big shot in there.”

“…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples entered the camp with a slightly tense faces.

Standing before them, the Rama monk opened his mouth with his palms put together and facing inward.

“Excuse me. I have brought guests. They are said to be disciples of Mount Hua Sect from Jungwon.” “Mount Hua.”

Meanwhile, Mount Hua’s disciples were quite perplexed by the appearance unfolding in front of them.

‘What is it?’

There was a strange sense of alienation.

In fact, it was a tent with nothing special. Except for the monk who led them, two Rama monks and a child sat around the fire in the center. ‘Children?’

Baek Cheon was able to quickly identify the alienation he felt.

In the place where a person sits, there is a thing called ‘position’. And the most important seat in this tent would be the one opposite the entrance, the seat located in the deepest part.

But the person sitting there was not an old man, but a little boy he thought had just grown up.

“Welcome.”

The first person to greet them was not the child, but an old monk who sat next to him.

“…Thank you for your hospitality. Thanks to you, we were able to take a break from the long journey.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The old monk smiled at Baek Cheon’s words. It was a very kind and gentle smile.

Baek Cheon had already met the old monks of Shaolin. However, the people in front of him were clearly different from Shaolin monks.

Is it because they don’t have a beard?

Unlike Shaolin’s old monks whose long-grown white beards were impressive, the Rama monks in front of him did not have beards. Wrinkled faces without beards aroused a sense of alienation in the viewer.

“Please sit here.”

“Ah, yes…….”

“Cha-in.”

“Yes!”

“Serve them tea. They must have felt cold from the long trip.”

“Yes, monk.”

The old monk smiles flawlessly. They should not let their guard down, but they felt strangely relieved to see his smile.

“Om mani padme hum.”

The old monk, who chanted as if he were singing, smiled and opened his mouth.

“It’s a pleasure to meet the disciples of Mount Hua Sect. I’m a believer in Buddha’s Dharma, and monk of the Budala Clan call me Bansol Rama (반선라마(班禪喇嘛)).”

“Ah, yes…….”

“Ba- Bansol……!”

“Bansol Rama!”

A startled voice burst out from behind Baek Cheon, who was trying to answer calmly. Baek Cheon peeked back.

Jo-Gol’s mouth was wide open enough to show his Adam’s apple, and Tang So-so, who sat behind him, covered her mouth with her fist.

‘What?’

Then Chung Myung suddenly opened his mouth.

“How did you get here? You should have got a heavy butt.”

“Hey, you punk!”

“The way you talk, you punk!”

‘So-so…’

‘To your Sahyung, you…….

‘Let’s just say Gol-ah being himself…….’

Baek Cheon, who was in a ridiculous position to defend Chung Myung, tilted his head as he looked at Tang So-so’s pale face. Who the hell is Bansol Rama doing that made them like that?

Then Tang So-so approached him on her knees and clung closely to Baek Cheon’s back.

She then whispered very softly in his ear.

“Bansol Rama refers to the second person in the Budala Clan.”

“Oh, I see……. Huh?”

At that moment, Baek Cheon looked at Tang So-so again and opened his eyes as if to tear it.

‘Second most important person?’

The second person in Budala Clan? So she’s saying he’s the Bugungju? (Bugungju, Bu from Budala and Gungju means leader.)

Baek Cheon’s eyes, which widened into a lantern size, turned towards Bansol Rama.

‘This old man is?’

It was weird no matter how much he looked at it.

There was certainly a sense of dignity in Shaolin’s old monks. No one could deny the dignity of high Dharma and martial art, regardless of their goodwill from them.

Just by looking at one, someone would feel deep self-cultivation come to them.

But he could not smell the depth of that discipline from Bansol Rama who was now in front of him.

To be honest, he felt so normal.

If it wasn’t for his monk uniform and shaved head, he looked like a villager that could be found anywhere.

Recognizing that the big shot Chung Myung was talking about was this old monk, Baek Cheon blinked his eyes repeatedly.

‘Why is the second person of Budala Clan here?’

Chung Myung opened his eyes and asked as if to solve Baek Cheon’s question.

“I don’t think you would come to such a distant place for no reason.”

Then Bansol Rama replied with a relaxed smile.

“Everybody has a story.”

“May I ask your story?”

“It’s not that great.”

“Hmm.”

An interested smile was drawn around Chung Myung’s mouth.

Then the man Cha-in passed them a cup and picked up a brass pot on the brazier.

His movement when pouring the tea was very neat and polite.

Joljoljol.

Hot steam came out. Chung Myung sipped his tea continuously, as if his mind had calmed down a little at the nose-piercing tea. It was a scene that would hit Sect Leader, who always offered him tea, with disappointment in his chest.

“Oh, this is great.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

It was a very easygoing appearance.

Even after revealing his identity, Bansol Rama’s attitude was no different from the beginning.

Even though there is an incomparable difference in position between Mount Hua’s young disciples and Bansol Rama of Budala Clan.

“If you find it difficult to tell, I won’t ask anymore. I didn’t mean to pry.”

After hearing Chung Myung’s words, Bansol Rama slightly opened his eyes wide and smiled.

“There seems to have been some misunderstanding. It didn’t mean that it couldn’t be said, it just meant that it was really insignificant. Everything is relative. Things that are extremely important to us may not be important to Siju.”

Bansol Rama, who put his palms together and chanted, looked at Chung Myung group one by one.

“If you’re curious about it, it’s not something to hide. I’m just playing my part, and they’re following me to help me with Budala’s mattr]er.”

“Your part?”

“Yes.”

Bansol Rama smiled plainly.

“Everyone who walks on the Buddha Path at Budala Clan must pursue their own Dharma and strive to save the people of the world. However, those who have been given the title of Bansol Rama have to do something a little different.”

All eyes were focused only on him. Bansol Rama spoke calmly in a soft voice.

“I was looking for Dalai Rama.”

“Huh?”

‘Looking for Dalai Rama?’

When Mount Hua’s disciples, who did not really understand, tilted their heads, he kindly added an explanation.

“Dalai Rama, the head of the Budala Clan, is not a position than can be climbed through training. This may be difficult to understand for those of you who come from Jungwon, but whoever will become Dalai Rama is determined from birth.”

“From birth?”

“Yes, Dalai Rama is such a position. And Bansol Rama refers to the person in charge of finding Dalai Rama. One can become Bansol Lama only when they are equipped with the Dharma Eye (법안(法眼)) through repeated practice and can recognize the reborn Dalai Lama.”

Baek Cheon’s eyes shook greatly.

He guessed one thing from this conversation.

What else is there for Bansol Rama to go to this place from Seojang, farther than the North Sea?

“The- Then, what you mean is, by any chance……?”

Bansol Rama nodded coolly as if Baek Cheon had guessed right.

“Yes, it is.”

Then he smiled and looked at the little child sitting next to him. His eyes were hardly just looking at a small child.

There was infinite reverence and conviction.

“This one is Dalai Rama, the incarnation of Avalokitesvara and the living Buddha.”

“Da- Dalai…….”

Baek Cheon shut his mouth as if he were suffocated.

He heard the name Bansol Rama for the first time today, but he has heard the name Dalai Rama countless times.

Great Living Buddha.

The Buddha of Budala Clan, who protects their chief, and the incarnation of Buddha is called the Living Buddha.

“He’s the big shot?”

Chung Myung, who is not easily surprised at all, also opened his eyes wide and looked at the small child sitting in front of him.

The child’s eyes were indescribably deep and profound.

With those eyes that didn’t suit his age, the boy looked quietly at Chung Myung. It was an expression whose meaning was incomprehensible.