return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 330

Ch 330

Chapter 330: 330

A horse without feet goes to heaven.

Rumor has it that cannot be stopped by human power. Rumors spread quickly that the Cheonjabi Festival ended with Shaolin’s victory.

Everyone who first heard it nodded.

“As expected of Shaolin! I knew it.”

However, those who heard the news were forced to tilt their heads.

“Huh? It’s like Hwasan who won? What are you talking about?”

And those who finally heard all the news were all stunned, with their mouths wide open.

“What? You kicked the championship on your own?”

It was an incredible story.

“Oh, my God, that Shaolin is completely humiliated.”

“What the hell can a man named Hwasan Sinryong do to a man?”

“Huh, Shaolin……. Shaolin…….”

People like rumors.

What I particularly like about it is that someone’s scandal or people who used to be snobbish have been humiliated.

Rumors that Shaolin, who had been defending the position of Taesan Bukdu for hundreds of years, had been humiliated were spreading at a completely different pace than rumors that had spread so far.

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

“But what do you mean by Hwasan? Doesn’t that mean Hwasan is in the final anyway?”

“That’s not all. Not only the final, but the best performance in this tournament is also Hwasan. Doesn’t there exist a clique that can outperform Hawsan if it’s just the backlogs?”

“Hehe. I heard the name Hwasan for the first time, and I can’t believe he was such a strong gatekeeper.”

“Hwasan used to be the old file room. Haenam took the place instead. Anyway, as that Hwasan is regaining his past status, interesting things will happen in the future.”

“Wait! Wait! I can’t keep this to myself! I’m gonna have to get this out of the way!”

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

Each person who heard the rumor was in a hurry to tell the news. Thanks to this, rumors about Hwasan spread to the world with his flesh full.

And the main character of the rumor, the Wasan faction, leaves the uncomfortable sound and head out to the island as soon as possible…….

* * *

“I should have…….”

At the sight in front of me, Hyun Sang’s beard trembled.

Is this okay?’

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

Although he did not win the championship, it is not usual to win the runner-up at the Cheonjabi Stadium. Did you dare to expect such a result when you first participated in this competition?

In addition, the runner-up is practically a spit-out of sugar that almost swallowed it. Perhaps it is more valuable than winning.

So…….

‘That’s the meat and the food. I can understand.’

Hyun Young cares about his students.

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

Of course I understand that. But…….

“I…… a long storyteller.”

“Hm?”

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

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

“That’s right.”

“And I think we can’t leave out food at the banquet.”

“But why?”

“But…….”

Hyun Sang opened his mouth in a trembling voice.

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

Hyun Sang’s eyes are in sight.It is only understandable to the disciples who devour the meat. I’ve been feeding them meat somehow, but there was a limit to hiding the meat.

If you leave here anyway, you won’t come back to Shaolin, so you’ll be able to 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 feels like something out of human’s control, but a whole hole. It’s beyond the courtesy of unwritten literature and beyond the lines that I shouldn’t have crossed as a monk.….

‘No, I don’t. Let’s just say that’s the case.’

Meat is meat anyway. What’s the difference between eating something pre-baked or grilled here?

What’s the problem?

“Hey, have a drink, death penalty!”

“Good, good, good! You take it, too!”

“Walk! You worked so hard to get to the Eight Rivers!”

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

I’m going to the worst one.

“…….”

I’m going to the worst one.

“Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa It’s killing me!”

“How long has it been since I’ve had a drink? Whoops!

Hyun Sang’s beard trembled again.

‘Is this really okay?’

Alcohol and meat in the hall of the sacred Shaolin.

Isn’t there a degree in everything in the world?

“Tongue and Malsul, even if this is a mountain, it’s Sungsan Mountain.”‘

Some would point fingers at when the bandit started wearing Soongsan Mountain.

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

“Long-Moon-In, I think this is a little…….”

But Hyun Young walked in on something before he could say anything.

“And what else are you trying to say?”

“…….”

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

“No, I mean……not that the children didn’t suffer…….”

“You don’t want to save Shaolin’s face now, do you? Would they appreciate that?”

“Oh, yeah.

Hyun Sang also knows.

Considering what Chung-Myung did at the arena, it should be said that Hwasan and Shaolin have already become irreversible. It doesn’t make any difference whether you add one of these drinks or not.

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

“Wouldn’t that be all right?”

“……long story.”

“They’ve done a great job so far. But that’s like saying that they had a competition that they couldn’t get rid of their fatigue from the long training they had done before the arena.”

Hyun Sang nodded his head.

Having a competition was a lot harder than I thought. Even Hyun Sang, who has never done his own scrubbing, feels like his body is melting, so are those kids going to be scared?

“Isn’t it a long way to the island? I’d like to free the kids a little bit before I leave that road. You understand a little bit.”

“I didn’t think much.”

Hyun Sang lowered his head and Hyun Jong smiled and tapped his shoulder.

“I know, there should be someone who speaks like you. Let’s just put it down a little today.”

“Yes, a long writer.”

“Look, I can see those children so happy, is it a matter of courtesy?”

“Yes…….”

Hyun Sang looked around with a slightly pleased expression.

Chung-Myung was seen with a bottle of alcohol in his mouth and tilted his head to the fullest.

“…….”

The last thing I want to see.

Drinks quickly fall on the Mokwooldae. Chung-Myung pulled the empty bottle out of his mouth and put the new bottle in his mouth without delay.I’m going to the worst one.

“…….”

Won’t he die like that?

“Chung-Myung must be in a good mood.”

Pardon?

You look like a drunk with a high profile.

Long story?

“Hahaha. Heroes love to drink.”

Yes?

Hero?

That one?

Disagreeing with Hyun Young, Hyun Sang peeked at Chung-Myung again. Normally, there must have been someone nagging next to him. I’m sure you do.….

“Hehehehehe!”

“…….”

Unfortunately, however, today seemed to be an exception. Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol, who would normally have stopped Chung-Myung, were drinking to death by making a bigger fight.

Yoon-Jong is the one who……?’

It is Yoon-Jong, no matter what anyone says, who tries to protect the duty of master in this Hwasan. Although Baek Cheon would be appreciated more as an unmanned man, Yun-Jong would be a more suitable vessel for Hwasan’s defense.

If it was Yoon-Jong, other people would have refrained from drinking and looked around. But today, Yoon-Jong was pouring alcohol with his waistband loose.

It’s Jo-Gol. Yoon-Jong is twice as excited as he is, and he’s handing over his drink.….

“Huh?”

Yoo-Esul is asleep in one corner with his head stuck in the table. And Dang-Soso was gibberish the whole time, holding on to the sleeper.

“Huh…….”

It was Baek Cheon who was still conscious, but he didn’t look very well either. With a red face, he seemed busy receiving the cups of the death penalty.

“Huh……. Huh.”

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

“Everyone must have had a hard time.”

“He…….”

“How could they not have known that the reconstruction of Hwasan was up to them?”

Hyun Sang shut his mouth.

Hyun Jong’s voice is a bit bitter.

“They’ve put down their heavy loads for a while now. That’s why you can laugh and talk comfortably. Now. Now.”

Hyun Jong looked at his disciples with a pitiful face.

I felt uncomfortable thinking that innocent children were suffering because they couldn’t carry the burden properly from above.

Then someone broke his mind and came in.

“Don’t go too deep alone, even if you’re a writer.”

“Huh?”

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

“Luggage is usually a pain, but it’s worth putting down. Would the children be so happy now if they hadn’t truly borne the weight?”

“Well.”

“Of course we are sinners to our children. But don’t say you feel sorry for those kids. It’s rather ignoring those kids. Aren’t they proud to have achieved the best performance in the show?”

Hyun Jong nodded quietly.

“Yes, you are right.”

I’m proud.

I’m proud of you.

Hyun Jong stole the snow quietly. Looking at those praiseworthy guys, my eyes kept ringing.

I’m proud of that…

“Hehehehehehe!”

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

“Uh! Uh! Ups!

“Drink! Drink! I’m going to eat and die today!”

“Ugh!”

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

And finally one fell into Chung-Myung’s net.

“Living room?”

“…….”

“Dongryong?””…….”

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

“Oh, no. If I eat more, I’ll die.….”

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

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I don’t die. I don’t die that easily.”

“Hurrah.

Baek Cheon moved back with a bottle in his mouth.

At that moment, Yoo-Esul, who raised his head as if he had come back to his senses, stared at Chung-Myung with his relaxed eyes.

“Old man.”

Boom.

Then he hit his head back on the table and fell asleep like he was dead.

What a mess.

Hyun Sang smiled brightly.

How can this be a feast of the Munpa? Tae Sang-ro, who used to enjoy drinking, will also turn his head when he sees this.

No matter what the writer says, before it gets too much…….’

It was that moment.

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

“…….”

“Hehe. Long story?”

“…….”

“Elderly?”

The Devil… No, Chung-Myung started creeping up with a bottle in both hands. Hyun Sang closed his eyes unknowingly as soon as he smiled brightly around his mouth.

* * *

“Amitabha Buddha.”

A man stood in front of the hall and silently cried out his disapproval.

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

“Are you there?”

A small voice.

Maybe that’s why the answer didn’t come.

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

“Hello!”

But this time there was no return answer.

“Hm?”

Bop Kye, a man, tilted his head and listened inward.

Is he gone already?’

No, I can definitely feel a person.

After a moment of hesitation, he pushed the door away. The door slowly began to open with a squeak, as if the latch hadn’t locked.

“This is Bop Kye from Shaolin. A long storyteller……. What, what is this?”

Bop Kye, who lifted his head inward, freaked out and stepped back.

Is there a war?’

It was a total shambles in the big war. The central table was littered with trashed food plates and empty bottles, and the floor was littered with Hwasan’s disciples as if they had been attacked.

Ji, you’re not really attacking, are you?’

His chest was going up and down, so fortunately, he didn’t die.

“I… I?”

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

Now the situation inside seemed clear.

“Alcohol? And……meat?

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

Bop Kye, who found traces of the remaining bonfire in the yard, grabbed the back of his neck.

“Dae, what the hell is this door-to-door faction……!”

There’s a degree of brutality, what the hell are you thinking?

He hurriedly shut his mouth as he tried to scream with a red face.

– Never collide. Never!

I managed to remember what Bop Jeong said before coming here.

I’m gonna wake anyone up for now. Thinking, he sighed deeply.

then

Peeking.

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

‘Is that a bad feeling?’

But he soon began rubbing his eyes with his sleeves. I was half-asleep and couldn’t see well.’Cause you’ve had a little drink, can’t you see because of a hangover?’

It’s not like you’re going to cook soup after putting your experience in it!

What even made Bop Kye even more upset was that the one rubbing his eyes was “he” Chung-Myung. How could the guy who beat Hye Yeon do that bad?

Chung-Myung tilted his head half-asleep and asked in a locked voice.

“Uh…….”

“…….”

“Who are you?”

“…….”

Bop Kye sighed again.

“Bop Kye is the real winner. Is there a long story?”

“Uh……. The writer is…….”

Chung-Myung turned his head briefly and reached out to point to one side.

“There he is.”

“Huh?”

Bop Kye, who turned his head along the fingertips, became stiff.

Hyun Jong, wearing a crooked conduit on the Bongdu Nan, was scattered on the stair railing.

“…….”

“Do you want me to wake you up?”

“……No. I’ll be waiting.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Bop Kye memorized his dislike in his mind.

Amitabha Buddha.

I can’t believe I lost to these guys.

Where the hell is Shaolin going?

“Amitabul!”

Nervous disapproval popped out of Bop Kye’s mouth. Then asked Chung-Myung, who yawned so slowly.

“But…… why would you want to see Jang?”

Bop Kye answered with a sigh.

“I’m here to deliver what the head of the room has to say.”

Chung-Myung’s eyes have narrowed slightly.

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