Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 157

# 157

Taejonbirok Volume 7 Episode 7

Chapter 44: The Lazy Man Enters (1)

“Did you say Musan?”

Gwanggu Shingae answered Saga's question with a hearty laugh.

“Haven’t we already met?”

“Are you talking about Master Musan, who is called the Living Buddha?”

“That’s right.”

Gwanggu Shingae looked at Saga as if asking what was so surprising.

“You already know that Musan and that bastard are connected to Wi Yeon-ho, don’t you? Then why are you so surprised that your eyes are wide open?”

“I knew it, but…….”

Saga sighed.

You should know.

It was a well-known fact that the Great Master Wushan, now called the Living Buddha, the strange beggar Gwanggu Shingae, and the Sword King Peng Do-geuk were by the side of the brilliant and invincible Wi Yeon-ho like shadows.

“So, did the Lord Mujeon meet a new person while begging, meet a living Buddha while doing business, and meet the Taoist King while being carried as a prize on a royal procession?”

"yes."

“What, this is…….”

When the first harsh words came out of Saga's mouth, Gwanggu Shingae held his stomach and laughed.

“I told you, that’s just the way he is.”

Saga took a deep breath.

However, it seemed that Gwanggu Shingae had no intention of letting Saga go at this point.

“Do you know why he’s called a living fire?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s literally true.”

"yes?"

Gwanggu Shingae said as if he felt sorry.

“The term ‘living Buddha’ originally had two meanings. One is that the Buddhist law is so noble that one has cultivated enough to be called a Buddha while still alive. The other is that it refers to a person who has the patience to laugh even in difficult situations that would make other people mad and go crazy.”

The man asked with a face that said he was dying of excitement.

“Then which side is he on?”

“…….”

Saga couldn't answer.

I already know the answer, but I don't want to say it out loud. I feel so miserable.

“Now, because so much time has passed, people are calling him ‘Saeng-Bul, Saeng-Bul’, so people think, ‘Oh, that guy must have some incredibly noble Buddhist beliefs.’ In fact, the reason he was first called ‘Saeng-Bul’ is because when Janggyeonggak caught fire, he laughed in front of it and said, ‘If the emergency light has burned down, just rewrite it.’”

“Father, if the illegality is high, doesn’t patience also increase?”

“There was a genuine copy of the book in there?”

"omg."

Saga's face trembled.

This is the real deal.

It's hard to call it a treasure; it's literally the history and soul of Shaolin.

“Even though the whole world was on fire, he was still laughing and laughing, so people called him a living Buddha, saying that he was crazy or that his illegal activities had reached the heavens.”

Saga began to tilt his head.

“But if you think about it, isn’t it a good thing whether it’s high illegality or deep patience?”

“You think so?”

The Gwanggu Shingae started to laugh heartily.

“Patience is something that a person is born with, but it can also be trained later in life.”

Saga sighed deeply, having guessed how the situation had turned out from Gwanggu Shingae's words.

“You must have had a hard time.”

"heavily."

The Gwanggu Shingae laughed out loud.

“There are also aspects that I don’t understand. No matter how great the Emperor’s Eugene is, how can you buy it for three hundred nyang?”

“You can say that because you know that the emergency kit is fake.”

“…….”

“It’s not just anyone else’s secret, it’s the Sword Emperor’s secret. There are many people who would pay a thousand gold coins to buy it. Others bought it for only two nyang. If he had said he would sell it for three hundred nyang from the beginning, I would have bought it for three hundred nyang.”

“Umm…….”

Saga thought that Gwanggushin-gae's words made sense.

“And in my opinion……”

"yes."

“The ambassador probably didn’t have much of a sense of money.”

“…….”

“I don’t know what was said between Wei Yanhu and the Gongling ambassador, but the Gongling ambassador wanted to place Musan next to Wei Yanhu. With Shaolin’s wealth, three hundred nyang isn’t that much of a burden.”

“I see.”

“That was the beginning.”

“Is this the beginning?”

Gwanggu Shingae nodded with a slightly bitter expression.

“It was from that time that Musan, who had a personality of his own, began to turn into a living Buddha. Master Gongryung underestimated Wi Yeonho. If he had known that he would ruin his disciple like that, he would never have placed Musan next to Wi Yeonho.”

Saga asked back as if he couldn't understand.

“But in the end, you are called the Living Buddha and you are leading Shaolin. If you look at the results, aren’t things going well?”

“Heh heh heh.”

Gwanggu Shingae laughed in vain.

“Do you know what nickname he was called before he was called Saengbul?”

“That’s fine…….”

“Blood Arhat.”

"yes?"

Saga looked at the lighthouse in shock.

Bloody Arhat? How can a Shaolin monk be given such a terrifying nickname?

Gwanggu Shingae spoke bitterly while receiving Saga's gaze demanding an explanation.

“You must have been very angry, angry.”

Saga, who had a good idea of what was causing the fire, put down the writing brush and ink he was holding and looked out the window for a moment.

'The weather is so clear.'

* * *

“……Has the Master abandoned me?”

“How could that be?”

“No matter how I look at this letter…….”

“……No. That’s not it.”

Gong Mu-jin desperately searched for words to comfort Musan.

But his words were empty, and the letter in Musan's hand was all too real.

'This is collateral, is there another collateral?'

In name only, Musan borrowed money and Gongryeong paid it back, but in reality, it was closer to Gongryeong taking the goods and using Musan as collateral.

Musan even wrote a promissory note, but he couldn't even touch the money. Gongryeong had already obtained a copy from Wi Yeonho.

'That rotten bastard.'

Gongmujin looked up with glaring eyes.

“Oppa! Ah~ Try it.”

“Ah~”

Wei Shulian was standing next to Wei Yanhu and putting sweets in his mouth.

'Evil things.'

What kind of candy is that?

These are the sweets that Musan ran to buy at the single word of Wi Yeon-ho, “Slave, I want to eat some sweets.” It was obvious without asking how much trouble Musan had gone through to get the sweets in the middle of the night.

But what?

“I have obtained a slave who can bring me sweets faster than a red hare. Isn’t he worth three hundred nyang?”

'I'll have to check his head later.'

There must have been horns in the corner. This couldn't have happened without a basket.

“Oppa, how much do we earn then?”

"we?"

“Oh, how much did you earn, oppa?”

“Well, let’s see. Excluding the loan certificate, I earned about four hundred nyang. Including the loan certificate, I earned about eight hundred nyang.”

“Ugh…….”

Wei Shulian trembled in front of the enormous amount of money.

“I’ve never even dreamed of that kind of money.”

As Wei Yanhu opened his mouth again, Wei Shulian quickly put the candy in his mouth.

Well well.

Wei Yanhu was currently wandering around the heavens.

If I just lay still, there would be a carriage that would take me to my destination, and if I just opened my mouth, sweet candy would enter my mouth. And now that my pockets were full, there was nothing to be afraid of.

'I worked so hard to earn a hundred nyang.'

Thinking back on the hardships I had to endure to build the holy water tank, I felt resentful. Why did I have to go through all that trouble back then when there was such an easy way?

“As expected, people should live righteously. Look, if you live well, treasures will come into your arms like this.”

Heaven must have made some big mistake.

“Brother, so now we can eat all the delicious food we want?”

“If you go to the palace, there is a person named Nokmokpung.”

"huh?"

“Go to that man and learn how to process milk. Then he will be able to handle the excess fat. I will feed him until he becomes a pig!”

“Hehehe, I don’t need that much.”

Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue as he looked at Wi Su-ryeon.

His family was by no means poor, but it was not so poor that they had no burden at all in terms of food and clothing. The family fortunes declined due to the absence of the chief minister, and the family style itself was very frugal.

It was also said that most of the wealth accumulated in the past was lost during the chaos of the Demonic Cult.

If a person in power, who should be making money, follows the path of agreement, pursues ignorance, runs around chasing maduna, and leaves home to do chores, where will money come from?

Although Namgung Se-ga and others are from a single family, their wealth is like a mountain, and if you combine all their businesses and land, you can buy a decent castle, but his family is far from wealthy, just a family that uses swords and spits.

“This is why people have to earn money.”

What good would it do if your martial arts skills were so strong?

I have never heard of anyone getting a meal because they are good at swordsmanship.

Didn't the master say that too?

Black makes dignity, but rice makes life.

'If you look closely, you'll see that I'm not saying anything wrong.'

Wi Yeon-ho felt a new sense of boundless respect for his teacher. After hearing countless stories of Baek Mu-han making money by traveling around the martial arts world, he had always wondered if he could make money by doing this.

He would have been a truly perfect teacher if only he had cut down on his boastfulness and violence.

“Ah~”

As Wei Yanhu opened his mouth, Wei Shulian smiled brightly and tried to put some candy in it.

But there was someone who was quick to put some candy in his mouth.

"huh?"

Wei Shulian looked up with slightly surprised eyes and looked at the person putting the candy in Wei Yanhu's mouth.

'Huh? Miss Lee Seol-hwa?'

When Lee Seol-hwa, the disciple of the Plum Blossom Sword Demon, met Wi Su-ryeon's eyes, she blushed and slightly turned her head away.

'Oh my?'

Judging from the high-quality looking jerky and dried meat next to Yi Seol-hwa, it seemed that Wi Yeon-ho had brought food in case he was hungry.

'You brought something like that to a stranger.'

Wei Shulien nodded as if he understood.

If you look closely, he's cute, and if he's a disciple of the volcano, his origins aren't bad. No, if he's a disciple of the plum blossom sword, his origins aren't just bad; they're amazing.

'But it's not enough.'

Although Lee Seol-hwa was not a bad candidate for a bride, in her opinion, she was not someone who would dare to call herself her brother's wife.

'This guy's a good character, his family is good, and his martial arts skills are amazing!'

Objectively!

Even if you look at it objectively, not subjectively, her brother was a bastard.

'As long as you're not lazy.'

Looking at his unkempt face from not washing, I couldn't help but sigh. All of these conditions were being swallowed up by that damn laziness.

In the end, considering everything, Wei Su-ryeon concluded that Lee Seol-hwa was no different from holding a seal, and smiled gently as he looked at Lee Seol-hwa.

Then he quietly handed her the candy he was holding in his hand.

Yi Seol-hwa silently accepted the sweets, nodded slightly, and began to put them in Wei Yan-ho’s mouth. An alliance was formed between the two women.

But there was one person who could never stand to see that happen.

“Don’t you have hands or feet? Can’t you eat with your hands?”

Wi Yeon-ho sighed at the shouting of the officials that seemed like it would blow away the carriage and said.

“That’s not important right now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hey, you know.”

Gong Mu-jin flinched and turned his head to look ahead.

'What's that light?'

Gong Mu-jin's eyes narrowed.