Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 552

”Thank you so much!”

Rama monks, who had been diligently preparing, smiled at the greetings of Mount Hua’s disciples who had finished preparing first.

“Looks like you’re ready to leave.”

“……We didn’t have much to prepare.”

Baek Cheon smiled with a slightly embarrassed face. There was no need to unpack because it was a tent of the Rama monks, and all they did was pack their luggage roughly. The only thing they brought was enough water.

“Thank you so much for warmly welcoming these tired guests.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Rama monk, called Cha-in, put his palms together on behalf of the others.

“Then be careful…….”

It was then.

“Euracha!”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon looked back at the sudden sound. Chung Myung was pulling the load out of the cart.

‘What’s wrong with him all of a sudden?’

Everyone looked at the thing he was doing with curious eyes. Chung Myung pulled out a large sack of grain from the top, walked over, and put it down before the Rama monks.

“Take this.”

“……What is this?”

“It’s just a bunch of stuff. Have it on your way.”

Baek Cheon’s eyes widened. That’s not all. Other Mount Hua’s disciples also opened their mouths so wide that their jaws almost fell out.

‘Oh my god.’

‘I can’t believe Chung Myung gave his thing to others.’

‘Did the sun rise from the west?’

Of course, it’s not that Chung Myung wasn’t very generous to others. Occasionally, really intermittently, there were times when he took his things off.

But it’s a story about when he can benefit from taking his things off, or when his opponent is a really tough underdog.

What good will it do for Chung Myung to give Rama monks of the Budala Clan, whom it is not certain that they will meet again in their lifetime?

“It is fine, you don’t have to…….”

“Take it.”

Chung Myung glanced at the Great Incarnation, which was organizing the tent.

“Looking at the size of your luggage, you don’t seem to have brought much food, but you should have something to eat on your way back with this. It’s not like you’re going to receive offerings in this meadow. And….”

“…….”

“I don’t know about adults, but children must eat a lot.”

Cha-in, who heard that, smiled with a slightly embarrassed face.

“Then I’ll receive this with thanks.”

“Yes.”

Chung Myung tilted his head at the sight of Mount Hua’s disciples, who opened their mouths wide at him as he returned.

“What?”

“…Are you sick?”

“…….”

“Let’s back to Mount Hua quickly. You’re going to be in real trouble like this.”

“Sahyung! Let’s go with more push!”

‘No, these things?’

Chung Myung glared his eyes, but Baek Cheon reached out and opened his eyes wide while looking at Chung Myung up and down.

“…I think your eyes are fine…….”

“What’s wrong with my eyes?”

“When you go crazy, your eyes start to change.”

“Oh…….”

Chung Myung sighed with a resigned face.

“……Right, play with it and just put it back in place.”

‘These damned.’

At that time, Bansol Rama, who was organizing the tent, led the Great Incarnation and other Ramas to see them off.

“Om mani padme hum.”

Bansol Rama, who recited Six True Words, smiled.

“It must be a long way to Jungwon, so please take care of yourself.”

“Wouldn’t Seojang farther than our destination? I wish you all the best on your way.”

Baek Cheon greeted them as a representative and took a deep salute.

“Then.”

Mount Hua’s disciples clung to the cart one by one. Last but not least, Hye Yeon headed for Bansol Rama.

“It’s a shame that I didn’t have enough time to ask for teaching.”

Bansol Rama said with a soft smile.

“There is Dharma along the path, but what good are the intelligible words of those who have not enlightened? Even though the path may be different, the destination is the same.

Wouldn’t that be enough?”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Hye Yeon bowed to him once again and turned away. When Hye Yeon joined, the cart started moving slowly.

“Thank you!”

“See you next time!”

Everyone greeted vigorously and pushed the cart. Climbing on top of a high pile of luggage, Chung Myung looked down at the Great Incarnation with his arms folded.

Sure enough, the expressionless Great Incarnation was staring quietly at him.

– How come….

“Cheh.”

Chung Myung, who had been pouting for no reason, turned his head. The cart carrying him began to travel far across the meadow.

Bansol Rama, watching the cart move away instantly, recited a verse as if singing. As he began to chant the verse, other Ramas all followed along.

The closed eyes of Bansol Rama, who blessed the other group, turned to the Great Incarnation.

The little child’s deep eyes made it impossible to guess the thoughts within.

“What do you see, Master?”

At the low question, the Great Incarnation looked at the cart silently, closed its eyes and put his palms together.

“A thorny path.”

“…….”

“A thorny path that will follow through the Three Innumerabke Kalpas. I saw the darkness without light.”

“Master…….”

Then, after uttering a mantra quietly, he muttered with an unfamiliar face..

“He’s like a candle that burns himself to light up the darkness. But a candle will eventually run out of its wick.”

“…….”

“May there be people who can shed light on him.”

As he closed his eyes and watched the Great Incarnation enter Meditation, Bansol Rama let out a low voice.

It was because the words left before the Great Incarnation of the predecessor came to mind.

– The devil will return.

The devil who carries the burden of karma and howls in the river of anguish…..

If we don’t stop him, the world will be dyed in darkness without a single ray of light.

Bansol Rama’s heavy gaze followed the cart that was now far beyond sight.

‘Light up the darkness.’

However, can he alone shed light on the darkness that will dye the world?

“Anguish. Anguish again.”

He shook his head and bowed to the Great Incarnation.

“Let’s depart. It’s a long way.”

“Yes.”

Before he knew it, the Great Incarnation, which returned to a child’s face, turned quietly.

“I feel like I’m becoming very reverent.”

“Isn’t that right, Sasuk?”

Baek Cheon responded quickly to Jo-Gol’s words while pulling the cart.

“It definitely felt a bit different. He who has built a high virtue seems to clear people regardless of his path.”

Jo-Gol was a little more excited than usual, apparently impressed by Bansol Rama.

Obviously, he was harsh in evaluating others, but now he was talking enthusiastically with a reminiscent face.

“The Five Outer Clan I’ve seen so far is a bit unique, so I thought Budala Clan would be the same.”

“… Isn’t the problem with the other Five Outer Clan?”

“Anyway.”

Namman Yasugung Clan was a that could not be called ordinary no matter how well it was said, and unlike the North Sea Ice Clan he had heard, it was a strange place.

However, contrary to the popular rumor that there are monstrous monks, he felt that Budala Clan was a place where those who truly sought Buddhism gathered. “How could it be so different… … .”

“I know right? Even though it’s the same Buddhist scripture…..”

Everyone’s eyes crept on Hye Yeon.

Then Hye Yeon’s face quickly heated up.

“I- I’m not insulting Bangjang! It’s just that the path is different and the direction is different.

Building self-discipline is the merit of one generation, but guiding and leading countless people is the merit of all ages!”

Baek Cheon murmured as he looked at Hye Yeon, who covering Bangjang with a red face and an angry voice.

“…I didn’t say anything about Bangjang.”

“That’s right… I think Monk HyeYeon thought it was a little different inside.”

“We were talking about monk Hye Yeon…..”

“Hngggg…….”

Hye Yeon, who unintentionally cursed Bangjang, grabbed his chest while looking at them with a bewildered face.

“Wha- What am I saying….?”

Jo-Gol, who was pulling the cart next to him, reached out and patted his shoulder.

“It’s all right, monk.”

“Right, different things are different.”

“I’ll explain it Shaolin.”

Hye Yeon’s eyes are wet with moisture.

‘You wicked.’

It’s anguish or whatever, and he can’t discipline because of these demons. It is said that when the Buddha was training under the bodhi tree, Mara interfered with the training, which is exactly what it looks like!

“Amitabha! Amitabha! Amitabha, begone, you demons!”

“Don’t shout nonsense and pull the cart properly.”

“Keuhhh.”

Chung Myung, who climbed on top of the luggage, listened to their conversations.

Normally, he would have stepped in and made fun of them, but the words he heard last night or his conversations with Rama monk lingered in his head.

Chung Myung, who looked up at the sky lying down, soon smiled.

‘Even if I think about it again, I have no idea what he said.’

‘Who cares, damn it.’

He doesn’t know if a virtuous sage would be able to understand Bansol Rama’s deep true intentions, but from the beginning, Chung Myung wasn’t that familiar with what he was saying.

And this is not what matters to him now.

He needs to raise Mount Hua Sect and strengthen the Heavenly Comrade Alliance to stop Heavenly Demon, who might be doing something right now.

‘It’s enough to worry about it afterwards.’

Chung Myung, who had neatly organized his mind, jumped up and shouted.

“Even if a slug crawls, it will be faster than this! Can’t you pull faster? Why are you so slow when there’s no snow piled up now!”

“…… There it is, the demon (Maguni).”

“Don’t say that, Sasuk. If demons see that bastard, they’ll run away. Where are you going to put demon on him?”

“I agree.”

Chung Myung grinned brightly as he watched the babbling disciples of Mount Hua Sect.

“Do you want me to show you what demon really is?”

“Huh?”

“Euracha!”

Chung Myung jumped off the pile and sat on the front of the cart.

“It must have gotten a little easier seeing you guys chatter so much.”

“Wha- What?”

“It’s all training. It shouldn’t be this easy. If it’s easy, where’s the training? The harder the training, the better!”

“Wha- What are you going to do…….Argh! You punk!”

At that moment, the cart became heavy.

Back Cheon, unable to control his running momentum even though the cart stopped, shrieked at the handle. Not only that, the sound of pain broke out here and there.

“My- My waist!”

“Aigo! My ankle is breaking, my ankle!”

“That madman again!”

There was madness in Chung Myung’s eyes.

“Training! It’s training again! How the hell do you survive against Magyo bastard with such a weak body?! I’ll make your body twice as hard when we reach Mount Hua! Run!”

“You rotten bastard!”

“What are ghosts doing, really! Why aren’t they going to catch that bastard!”

The sound of suffering from death poured out like a waterfall, but Chung Myung just put more effort into operating Cheongeun-chu. (Art that makes one body heavier.)

While groaning under the weight, Mount Hua’s disciples and Hye Yeon dragged the cart as hard as possible.

‘The important thing is for Mount Hua to be stronger.’

Chaos is encroaching.

It was only one’s power that could protect oneself from difficult times. Mount Hua Sectc should be much stronger than it is now, no matter what method he should use.

And!

‘So am I.’

In the past, he could deal with a bishop alone without risking his life. But now, he was even helped by other Sahyung.

In this condition, there is no way to deal with the true bishops of Magyo and Heavenly Demon.

“We have to be stronger. More than now.”

When Chung Myung muttered quietly, the Sahyungs peeked back. But Chung Myung, already deep in thought, did not seem to feel their gaze.

“…….”

Looking at each other’s faces, grabbed the cart’s handle so tightly that their hands were white as if they had made up their minds.

“Let’s go!”

“Let’s get to Mount Hua at once!”

“Damn it, it’s training! Training!”

“Run.”

Everyone began to do their best to pull the cart. The cart, which had become heavier than before, ran faster over the meadow than before.

The pure white land crosses the North Sea, which spreads like a fantasy, and the yellow land crosses the meadow that stretches all the way to the horizon.

To where they left.

A place where even the sharp cliffs are warm.

Towards Mount Hua.