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Taejonbirok Volume 7 Episode 6
Chapter 43: The Lazy Man Sells Off (6)
Although Gong Mu-jin was angry, Wi Yeon-ho was confident.
“I can’t call my father ‘father’!”
“What are you talking about!”
“What did I do wrong? I’m calling someone bald when I see them!”
“You shaved your head, you shaved your head! You’re not bald! A bald person is someone who doesn’t grow hair!”
“Grow up! Hair, hair!”
“This son of a bitch is for real!”
Gong Mu-jin's blood pressure was so high that he almost collapsed.
“You idiot! Don’t you have the slightest respect for those who walk the Buddhist path?”
“Is it such a big deal that I should respect it?”
“It is something to be respected! It is something to be respected! Isn’t he a person who stays away from pleasure and seeks enlightenment?”
“Hmph! It’s not about avoiding pleasures, it’s about living comfortably. I’ll give you food, I’ll teach you martial arts! People will respect you as a Shaolin monk! What better fate could there be?”
uh?
Have you heard?
When Gong Mu-jin looked back at him with a strange expression, Musan waved his hand with a bewildered face.
“The Master said that Shaolin, shamans, Dogani Buddhists, and others are all hypocrites. If you love Buddhism so much, why don’t you just recite Buddhist scriptures? Why do you learn martial arts to beat up people?”
Gong Mu-jin looked around several times, even though he knew there was no Gong Ryeong.
I just hope that my nonsense doesn't reach the ears of the prince.
“Ugh, you damn guy.”
Gong Mu-jin stepped back as if he could not handle Wei Yan-ho and spoke to Musan.
“I can’t help you any more. You have to figure it out yourself.”
“……Thank you for your help.”
Musan took a step closer to Wi Yeon-ho, sweating profusely.
'This is no ordinary donation.'
To him, who had lived under the strict precepts of Shaolin, the sight of Wei Yanhu, who would open his mouth to swear and spew out foul language like a machine gun, was a race he had never encountered before.
If there is an Asura in Hell, is this what it would look like?
Musan clasped his hands together and kept reciting the Bulho. But hadn’t he already been given a mission for Shaolin by his teacher? This was something that had to be resolved.
“I know this is a shameless request. However, I hope you will understand my feelings and the fact that I have no choice but to ask you to do so.”
“Is this a request or a threat?”
Wi Yeon-ho rolled around in the carriage and fell down with a thud. Just before his body hit the ground, he spun around and landed on the ground, looking at Musan with a sullen face.
“Monk, that’s not something the person asking should say. Why are you so confident in asking such a favor? Why should I have to consider your position?”
“Not from my perspective, but from Shaolin’s perspective…….”
“No, so why should I consider Shaolin’s position? The richest sect in the world is asking for things for free because they don’t have money right now, and you want me to consider this? Wow! I’d rather be a beggar!”
Wi Yeon-ho, who had said words that would have pleased Jang Il, waved his hand.
“Let’s go simple, simple!”
Wi Yeon-ho cut off Musan's words and dug into the core.
“So… you’re saying that I need emergency supplies but I can’t give you money, right?”
“…….”
“Wow, this is a robbery.”
“Oh, no! That’s not it! I have absolutely no intention of taking that emergency measure by force.”
“But why are you bringing up Shaolin? Isn’t this like, ‘I’m Shaolin, so crawl as you please’?”
“No! No! Amitabha! I have never once said such a thing.”
“Then this is not something that represents Shaolin’s position, but something that the monk did alone?”
“How could I dare to speak for Shaolin? This matter was done entirely by me.”
If Musan had said here, 'I represent Shaolin's position,' then rumors would have spread that Shaolin had persecuted a child and swallowed a secret weapon.
In particular, I could vividly feel the gaze of those who were desperately trying to make ends meet, even taking out loans, staring at me with eyes that said, "Come on, try eating for free."
The yellow robe of Musan became soaking wet.
I feel like I'll fall into the abyss if I say one wrong word.
When had he ever walked on such thin ice?
“Well, that’s fine. If you’re doing it as an individual and not as a member of Shaolin, I can give you as much as you want.”
"yes?"
Musan blinked his eyes.
If Shaolin asks for it, I can't give it to him, but if Musan asks for it, I will give it to him.
This isn't some kind of reactionary thing, what on earth are you thinking?
"wait a minute."
Before Musan could even finish his thoughts, Wi Yeon-ho walked to the front of the carriage and started gathering something.
“Here it is. Just sign here.”
'Is this a pledge?'
I've already seen someone write a pledge not to issue emergency medical certificates before.
Musan's hand, which was about to write the pledge with a light heart, stopped.
"……wait a minute."
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Musan with a questioning gaze.
“If I use this, can I take the secret and show it to the other disciples of Shaolin?”
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Wi Yeon-ho answered with a smile.
“Why are you saying such obvious things?”
Musan's hands trembled.
Then, there would be no point in taking the secret. If I had made a half-hearted pledge and taken the secret, I might have heard people say that I was monopolizing the secret for myself.
“Poetry, poetry.”
“You said you weren’t here as a representative of Shaolin?”
As Wi Yeon-ho looked at him with a sullen face, cold sweat began to form on Musan's forehead.
“Are you lying to me now? A monk? It seems that monks these days are lying to people and deceiving them. Surely the one wearing the yellow robe is not a monk who goes around talking about lies? Right?”
Is that last 'geujiyo' 'yes, that's right' or 'geujiyo'?
Musan, who had been worrying about useless things, shook his head and spoke.
“Of course, I am not here to represent Shaolin. However, as a Buddhist, I cannot keep what I have to myself without sharing it with my fellow Shaolin disciples.”
“Oh, really?”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
“Well, it may sound ridiculous, but if a Buddhist has to do that, what can he do? He can’t help it.”
“Thank you for your understanding.”
“No. On the contrary, I should be the one thanking you.”
"……yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho wrote something down and handed it to Musan.
“Please use it.”
“What is this?”
“What is it? It’s a promissory note.”
“Proof of loan?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not that stubborn. I heard that there are about five hundred monks living in Shaolin. So I’ll only charge half the price. Five hundred nyang.”
“……Oh, oh, oh my, oh my?”
Musan's head began to feel dizzy.
Five hundred nyang?
Five hundred nyang of gold?
Musan's hands began to tremble in front of the enormous amount of money he had never imagined.
Five hundred nyang of gold? Are you asking me to give you that right now?
“I gave you a big discount.”
“Poetry, poetry!”
“Hey, honestly, if you give me the money, so many people will try it, so you should give me half. Or you’re not going to just swallow it like a robber, are you? You’re from the world’s best Shaolin?”
The public servants who had been listening suddenly lost their temper.
“Isn’t that too much! Where can you find a case where a copy, not even the original, is sold for 500 nyang?”
“How many volcanoes were there? I was going to give them a discount since we were close friends…….”
“After thinking about it again, I think five hundred nyang would be appropriate.”
“……Go, Gong Daehyeop.”
Gong Mu-jin, who was like the last hope, started coughing repeatedly and looked up at the distant sky.
'I'm sorry.'
If he had been following Wei Yan-ho around without even obtaining a single copy of the Sword Emperor's Secret Book, Jang Moon-in might have him thrown into Mae-hwa-dong and locked up for ten years. Rather than enduring that, it would have been better to close his eyes to a small injustice(?) for a moment.
“Shaolin has a lot of money.”
“Ha, don’t they take it for two nyang?”
“That’s because those people don’t show it to anyone other than their family.”
“…….”
At that moment, something flashed through Musan's head.
“So, all the disciples of Shaolin are like family!”
Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue at the decisive blow that Musan delivered.
“This gentleman, if he hadn’t become a monk, he would have become a swindler. Where did he commit fraud? Where is a family of five hundred people?”
Musan's head fell down.
This isn't working.
As Musan weakly cried out, Wi Yeon-ho smiled faintly and held out a carrot.
“Well, I guess that’s not entirely wrong. Three hundred nyang. I can’t lower it by more than that.”
"one……."
“Monk, listen carefully to what I say. There will be no negotiations from now on. If you try to get the secret in any other way, you will have to kill me and take it from me.”
“How could I have such a wicked thought?”
“Even if the abbot himself comes, he won’t sell it for less than 300 nyang. It’s the same with other sects. So either go and bring 300 nyang, or give up and go back.”
A look of conflict began to appear on Musan's face.
It wasn't such a bad thing to get the Emperor's secret for three hundred nyang.
“But I don’t have three hundred nyang right now.”
“So you have to write a promissory note.”
Wi Yeon-ho smiled brightly and handed over the loan certificate.
“Fairly, very fairly.”
Musan's face became blank as he saw the loan certificate that Wi Yeon-ho handed him.
“Master, what about the part where the borrower becomes the servant of the creditor, Wi Yeon-ho, until the money is paid in full?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Otherwise, why would I lend you this much money? If the borrower was Shaolin, I could of course just lend it to him, but three hundred nyang is a lot of money to lend to a monk.”
“……This, this isn’t something I can decide.”
“Really? Ugh, it’s annoying, but there’s nothing I can do. Just a moment.”
puck!
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yanho's body suddenly disappeared from the spot.
"omg!"
As soon as Wi Yeon-ho disappeared, Musan looked around in fright.
“Oh, really…….”
A tongue-clicking sound was heard behind him.
“That’s why ghosts can’t catch him. He’s more elusive than ghosts, so what ghost would catch him! Hey!”
Musan felt truly possessed.
How much time has passed?
puck!
Wei Yanho appeared again. Wei Yanho, with an annoyed expression on his face, handed a letter to Musan with an annoyed expression.
“Here it is.”
“……What is this?”
“This is a letter from your teacher.”
“Seo, Seo-chal?”
So, does that mean that Wei Yanhu followed Master Gong Ling back to Shaolin in that short period of time and received the letter?
It was unbelievable. But… … .
Musan received the letter with trembling hands and opened it.
Look at Musan.
If this secret spreads throughout the martial arts world, we don’t know what will happen. For the sake of the martial arts world, we need to take this secret to Shaolin as soon as possible and study countermeasures. Therefore, obtaining the secret is more important than anything else.
So for now, I'll have you write a promissory note and take the money to Shaolin. As soon as I get back to Shaolin, I'll quickly persuade Jang Moon-in to send me the money.
Then, in the meantime, you should move with the Wiyeonho clan. That was the plan anyway, so it's a good thing.
Who else but you will go to hell?
“Wow, you rotten thing!”
It was the moment when the great warrior who would later be called the Musan Ambassador burst out of his mouth for the first time in his life.