Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 155

# 155

Taejonbirok Volume 7 Episode 5

Chapter 43: The Lazy Man Sells Off (5)

"yes."

“Do you have a rough idea of the situation?”

“Yes. I haven’t forgotten the Master’s words to not miss the situation of the disciple’s return.”

The prince nodded and looked at Musan.

Although he was a disciple he had acquired in his later years and was still immature in many ways, Musan was still the person he could trust the most here and now.

“Since it is a matter related to the Emperor’s secret, anything can happen. In my opinion, this sponsor, Wi Yeon-ho, is still young and does not seem to have the experience to deal with the harsh world of martial arts.”

“Master, I still don’t know much about the world.”

The prince smiled broadly.

“That may be so. But if you only pursue the Dharma in prose, you will never know anything about the world. If you truly want to reach the other side, you must know the world.”

Musan was naturally moved by Gongryeong's wise words.

'How can one enter Nirvana without knowing the world?'

The path of Dharma is a lonely and desolate path that must be walked alone, but the end of Dharma is not simply seeking the path alone. If you preach to the people of the world without knowing their lives, how can you move their hearts?

“Yes, Master.”

Musan clasped his hands together and listened to his teacher's words.

“And I have one request to make.”

"yes?"

The spirit quietly approached and whispered in Musan's ear.

Musan's face became blank after hearing the words from Gongryeong.

"……yes?"

The prince smiled brightly as he looked at Musan.

“Do monks also lend money?”

“…….”

Huang Zhong and Wu Shan looked at each other with embarrassed faces. Huang Zhong could not help but be shocked to see a monk dressed in Shaolin robes loitering in front of the branch office, and Wu Shan could not help but feel embarrassed to be loitering in such a place as a monk.

“Can I do it too?”

"ah……."

For the first time since entering this industry, Huang Zhong felt speechless.

“Hey, wait a minute, what should I do about this…….”

The identity is very certain.

There is no one with a more certain status than a Shaolin monk. With this level of credit, he could have lent not just two nyang of gold, but even ten nyang.

But there was another problem.

'I mean, a monk.'

If you were to choose the two most money-less professions in the Central Plains, Huang Zhong would choose monk and beggar without hesitation.

'The affiliation is certain, but… … .'

It is not widely known, but the two groups with the most money in the martial arts world are Gaebong and Shaolin.

Shaolin is famous for the line of visitors stretching all the way to the foot of Mt. Sungsan, and because there are so many ways to open the temple, even if a group of beggars come begging for just a penny, a miracle happens and in an instant, it turns into a hundred nyang of gold.

The problem is that Kaifeng and Shaolin have a lot of money, but the monks and beggars have no money.

“Euuuum.”

Huang Zhong began to feel distressed.

'What would happen if this monk asked Shaolin to repay his debt because he couldn't pay it back?'

Life is suffering, and suffering is your own… …so shouldn’t you solve it yourself?

“Okay.”

Huang Zhong shook his head.

Shaolin was not a money-hungry person. Instead of using the money he received to pursue pleasure, he used it to help the poor and those in need.

However, Shaolin is extremely stingy when it comes to spending money on its disciples. Shaolin is a place where they don't spend money other than dressing them in yellow robes and feeding them with grass roots.

No wonder there is an evaluation of Shaolin as a place that sucks the blood of its disciples to feed the people.

“I…… monk.”

Huang Zhong said with a sigh.

“After all, I also believe in Buddhism, so the idea of playing for money with a monk is a bit…….”

“It is absolutely necessary.”

“……Is that so?”

Musan looked at the bewildered Huang Zhong and recalled the conversation he had with his teacher earlier.

“That young man will probably bring about a typhoon. He will be the center of trouble even if he doesn’t want to, so follow him. If you stay next to him, you too will be able to watch the troubles that will come to the world with his own eyes. If you gain something, it will be your blessing, and if you experience hardship, it will be your blessing.”

It was all good up to that point. The problem was what Gongryung added slyly after that.

“Musan-ah, for the development of Shaolin, that secret is absolutely necessary. However, unfortunately, I did not expect this to happen, so I was unable to bring the money. I would like to lend you money in a hurry, but there are no suitable temples or sects around here. What should I do?”

‘I’m not going to be sold somewhere like this, am I?’

Musan shivered.

What his teacher said was simple.

Since emergency supplies were needed and there was no money, one person would sacrifice (?) and take out a loan, and then the head office would later receive money to make up for it.

Since it would be a shame for the prince to borrow money directly, the idea was for Musan, the youngest and least known of the group, to borrow money on their behalf.

“That monk, I think it’s a bit…….”

Huang Zhong scratched the back of his head.

'This is tricky.'

The reason he has been able to lend money to others so freely is because they are alone.

No matter how strong they are, one punch can't defeat ten punches. Considering the power of the Galactic Battlefield, I was confident that I could subdue them no matter how great their abilities were.

There are endless places where you can use unmanned weapons as long as you can suppress them.

Even if you send it to a mine, it is possible for an unmanned person to do the work of ten people. Earning one nyang of gold a year was not a job.

But Musan's case was a little different.

Even if they let go of Shaolin, Huang Zhong and the Eunha Battlefield's liver was not big enough to sell out Shaolin monks.

“Do you really have to borrow it?”

“That’s right. Maybe.”

'Amitabha Buddha must not appear here! What would Amitabha say!'

Huang Zhong turned his head, clicked his tongue, and led Musan away.

“Hey, come here.”

"yes."

Huang Zhong approached Gong Mujin, who was spending his time next to the carriage, carrying Musan.

“I, Gong Daehyeop.”

"hmm?"

Gong Mu-jin tilted his head at the two people approaching him.

“This person wants a loan, but I was wondering if I could proceed with it because of his status.”

The officials burst into laughter as if it was absurd.

“Are you asking me what I have to do with this?”

“Of course I know that’s not the case, but I don’t really have anyone to consult with.”

Gong Mu-jin sighed and looked at Musan. As he watched Musan avoid Gong Mu-jin’s gaze with a red face, his heart ached.

'It's the end of the world.'

A monk comes to ask for a loan. Even Buddha would be shocked. Of course, it was Wei Yanhu who created this situation.

The officials who had grasped the situation covered their faces.

I understand.

After coming all this way, why would he go back empty-handed? Besides, if the one currently circulating is the real Sword Emperor's Eugene, he would definitely want to get his hands on it, even if only for research purposes.

No matter how much Shaolin martial arts are called the pinnacle of Jeongjong, if you do not study the martial arts of other schools, you will end up with differences in how you respond.

'I understand, but… … .'

If another sect had been in this situation, they would have secretly coaxed and persuaded one of the copy takers to make another manuscript.

When he heard that Wei Yanhu had made him write the memorandum, he immediately tried to make a copy of it in an upright and honest manner, and the word Shaolin came out naturally in many ways.

'Perhaps that uprightness is the source of the strength that has endured for a thousand years.'

Even if you walk on a muddy road, you must walk the right path.

If we look at it that way, it is something that should be praised rather than pointed at… … .

The question is why did they send Musan in the first place?

Looking at Musan's face, which was as red as a persimmon, I thought that this was also something I couldn't do. If I was going to be fair, I should be a little more fair!

“Ugh.”

Gong Mu-jin shook his head and turned around to look at the carriage where Wi Yeon-ho was sleeping.

In the first place, Gong Ling must have sent Musan because he thought Gong Mujin would do something about it, and Huang Zhong must have known that and brought Musan to Gong Mujin.

'I can't just take my foot off it.'

Considering our relationship with Shaolin, it was right to resolve this matter as cleanly as possible.

“The above is a small argument.”

Even though he called Wei Yanhu, he did not come out and Wei Shulian stuck his head out.

“Is your brother sleeping?”

“…….”

If an adult calls, you have to wake the child up! What are you going to do if he says he's sleeping!

The official turned his head.

In the direction he was looking, far away, was Guangdong.

'Senior, how on earth did you teach those kids?'

Although I had a competitive spirit, I secretly respected him as a senior, but when I heard that all of his descendants were like that, I couldn't help but question the educational philosophy of the Guangdong Wei family.

'Are you betting everything on your eldest son?'

Fortunately, the real sword master, Wisanho, was a gentleman and had a high reputation as a wise man.

If not for that, the future of Guangdong Wei would have been like hell.

“……Wake me up.”

“My brother gets angry if I wake him up while he’s sleeping.”

Although it felt vivid that it contained the meaning of, ‘If you know it so well, why are you ordering me to do it,’ Gong Mu-jin pretended not to hear and let Wei Su-ryeon’s words slide.

'But I think it's better for you to wake up than for me to wake you up.'

It wasn't just the middle class who saw the Gookwae Sword and the Magic Sword being destroyed. Gong Mujin also saw the scene up close.

Up until now, I had never felt that Wi Yeon-ho was particularly violent, even though he was strong, but after seeing Gu Gwae-geom and Ma Hwan-su suffer like that, I started to wonder what happened to Seo Ju-ak, the greedy student.

'You have to take care of yourself.'

We have built up a close relationship over the years, so I don’t think he would be so stubborn… … But that friendship could be nothing more than Gong Mu-jin’s personal thoughts.

“I have a favor to ask.”

As Gong Mu-jin walked out in a humble manner, Wi Su-ryeon also lowered her head as if she was embarrassed.

“I’ll wake you up right now.”

The officials smiled happily.

Still, the third one seemed to know what manners and respect were.

“Oh, why!”

That guy is the problem, that guy!

The problem is that guy who sticks his head out and causes all kinds of annoyance!

Gong Mu-jin coughed in vain and said.

“Look here, above. Monk Musan has come from Shaolin. It seems he needs a copy of the secret manuscript.”

“Can’t you just copy it?”

Musan and Gongmujin glanced at each other's faces.

“Ahem, what on earth could these people possibly need to spend that much money on?”

“Can’t I take out a loan?”

As Gong Mu-jin stared blankly, Huang Zhong scratched his head and spoke awkwardly.

“I guess lending money to a monk is a bit…….”

“Umm…….”

When Wi Yeon-ho seemed troubled, Musan stepped forward and opened his mouth.

“I beg you, my lord. I currently do not have the means to pay the amount. However, if you grant me the grace, I will definitely return to my hometown and repay the grace.”

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head after hearing Musan's words.

“So, I’ll give you the items first, and then when things get better… I don’t know when that will be, but when things get better, I’ll prepare some money and send it to you?”

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho, who had been quietly looking at Musan, who had become mute after eating honey, raised his gaze slightly.

Wi Yeon-ho opened his mouth as if he understood, looking at the shaved head of the Parrani Musan.

“Are you bald because you like free stuff?”

“What kind of nonsense is that, monk! You crazy bastard!”

The streets were filled with the roar of the public servants who could no longer stand it.