Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 267

◈ Shaolin (1)

Traveling comfortably in the carriage, Mujin headed to Seongsan.

Of course, it looked comfortable when seen from a distance.

It is said that life is a comedy when seen from afar, and a tragedy when seen up close.

“Ugh.”

Every time the carriage rattled, intense pain shot through my entire body.

King Chiucheon, whose entire body is dyed blue. No, Mujin was heading to Shaolin with pain.

But now that convenient trip has come to an end.

We had arrived at the entrance to Seongsan Mountain, so now we had to get off the carriage and go up on foot.

“Whew. “It would be better to walk.”

Mujin got off the carriage with a sigh and climbed Mt. Seongsan with the Shaolin monks.

“… … ?”

But why? Although it only took about 20 days to climb Mt. Seongsan, for some reason, a strange feeling came over Mujin.

“Was the mountain slope like this originally? … ?”

A mountain path that is very familiar to Shaolin and other tourists going to and from Seongsan Mountain.

The road was somehow strange.

There were several deep dents, and in some places, trees and bushes were crushed.

“!!!”

Worst of all, there was thick blood everywhere on the road.

Of course, this was a mountain. It may be animal blood.

However, Mujin intuitively felt that it was human blood, not animal blood.

The biggest reason I received that intuition was because of the reactions of those around me.

For some reason, the faces of the Shaolin monks, who had been giving off a gentle atmosphere all the way here, became stiff.

The strange thing was that the emotion on his face was not surprise or confusion.

It was a solemn expression, as if something was coming.

And finally, when I crossed the mountain gate of Shaolin and entered the grounds.

“… … “How on earth is this happening?”

Mujin had no choice but to ask such a question.

Some of the stone floors and walls in the Shaolin precincts were broken, and some of the temples were also collapsed.

And even within the precincts, there were countless blood stains that had not been cleaned up.

The person who welcomed the Mujin and Shaolin disciples, who had become more serious, was none other than Hyedam, the founder of Mugung and the head of the Hundred Eight Arhats.

“My first disciple, Hyedam, is meeting Master Bangjang.”

But it wasn’t the same as usual either.

Hyedam’s sturdy physique and blunt face were the same, but she had bandages wrapped all over her body and a legal robe over it.

And when Hyeon-cheon said that he was receiving Hye-dam’s greeting, Mu-jin’s doubts deepened.

“As expected, it looks like Salmak has invaded.”

“yes. Monk Bangjang.”

Salmak.

Seven pillars that support Sapa. One of the seven provinces of Sapae and a group of assassins.

However, only its existence and method of contact were known implicitly.

A mysterious force that no one in Moorim knows where their home base is.

Part 2 of the novel that mainly deals with Sapa. It was a sect that often appeared in the Sado Conqueror Chronicles.

At the request of the dark forces and Hyeok Jin-gang, they attempted to assassinate Do Wol-cheon, who had begun to gain influence in Sapa, several times.

It was not revealed whether they were Shincheon’s minions or a sect created by Shincheon, but it was clear that they were at least friendly with Shincheon.

Therefore, Mujin was also thinking that one day he might have to run into or deal with Salmak.

but.

‘Why is the fleshy membrane suddenly sticking out here?’

Mujin was unexpected to appear at this time.

Especially when it comes to attacking Shaolin.

* * *

About 15 days ago. It was a time when Mujin was just heading to the Murim Alliance to join the Reaper Corps.

Mu-gyeong was taking a tour of Kang-ho with Hye-gwan.

It was truly a strange thing.

It was obviously Hye-gwan who dragged Mu-gyeong to Kang-ho, saying he had something important to do.

“Hehehehe. Would you like to have a drink too?”

He was just enjoying drinking, singing and dancing and refueling Gangho.

And Mu-kyung, who followed Hye-gwan quite nervously at first.

“Then let me get you a drink. Sajo.”

Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with Hye-gwan and were enjoying the world together.

Of course, Hye-gwan did not think that he had colored Mu-gyeong.

“Tsk tsk. It looks like Mujin has really fallen in love with this guy. “A monk is already enjoying drinking.”

“Cough.”

Mu-gyeong, who was drinking alcohol, was struck by Hye-gwan’s words.

The scent of regurgitated alcohol covered her nostrils, and Mu-gyeong, who was suffering from a burning sensation as if the alcohol was burning her throat, barely came to her senses and spoke.

“Well, how did you know that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You wandered around Murim with that Mujin guy for almost a year, so how could he not drink alcohol? And if Mujin was a guy, he would have made you and the other Taesagils drink to make him an accomplice. Just like me. Hehehe.”

Saying that, Hye-gwan poured another drink into the glass that Mu-gyeong had emptied.

“Tsk. I didn’t know that my Sason was a waste of alcohol. “Don’t spit it out this time.”

“… … .”

Mu-gyeong, who was looking at Hye-gwan with a shocked face, carefully drank the drink Hye-gwan had poured her.

“Hehehe. Alcohol is good. When I feel dizzy, it’s good because drunkenness makes me dizzy. “When you get sober, how good it is to be able to get rid of the drunkenness and the dizzy mind.”

It was Hye-gwan, drinking alcohol with a sullen expression on her face, as if she were having fun.

Mu-gyeong asked Hye-gwan a somewhat softer attitude, unlike when she was in Shaolin.

“If you’re drunk, won’t you have trouble achieving enlightenment?”

“Hehehe. When illness accumulates in the heart, the mind comes to visit. Wouldn’t it be better to fall into intoxication than to fall into madness?”

“Can’t we just be careful not to fall into a state of despair?”

To Mu-kyung’s innocent question, Hye-gwan answered with a faint smile.

“Hehehe. Sason, people are not that perfect. You are bound to be shaken at least once in your life, and at that time, you are bound to lean on something. “Isn’t that why there is religion?”

“If so, wouldn’t it be okay to rely on Buddha?”

“It’s Buddha… … .”

Hye-gwan muttered in a bitter tone, soon returning to her usual grumpy face and taking a sip of her drink.

“You lean on the Buddha. “I will rely on alcohol.”

Hyegwan.

Although he was a disciple of Shaolin, he was a man who was determined to walk the Sura Islands. Forty years ago. Starting from the incident where Shaolin was attacked.

However, since he originally entered Shaolin with the intention of studying Buddhism, killing was not a comfortable task for him.

No matter how vicious they were, they could not bear to look straight at Buddha with so much blood on their hands.

Mu-gyeong was different.

From the beginning, he was a child born with a desire to kill. When he killed someone. He was a child who felt pleasure rather than discomfort or disgust.

But because of that, Mu-gyeong was always wary of herself and loathed the self hidden deep within herself.

It was the same hatred, but the essence was very different.

Hyegwan, who was already over 50 years old, was able to see that fact without difficulty.

That is why martial arts was taught so strictly.

It was Hye-gwan who hoped that his instincts would not lead to greater regret and hatred in the future.

However, my son, who is still young, would be too old to know such subtle differences.

“Eh. I just gave up drinking for no reason. Let’s have fun. happily. Hehehe.”

Instead of continuing the conversation for a long time, Hyegwan said this in a light tone and blew on her bottle.

A new killing was waiting for him, so Hyegwan wanted to clear his head for a while before starting the killing.

“Tsk. It looks like Mujin didn’t tell us the state properly. If you don’t want to get drunk, don’t drink. If you’re going to drink, drink until you’re drunk. “This is the basic of basics.”

Hye-gwan, who said that with a drunken expression on her face, immediately snatched the drinking glass that Mu-gyeong was using and handed over the bottle.

“Try drinking it. Hehehe. Drinking it from a glass and drinking it from a bottle have different flavors. “The scent coming from a glass is faint, but if you drink it from a bottle, a strong scent comes from the liquor in the bottle.”

Indeed, as I followed Sajo’s deep teachings, I found that the concentration of the scent that hit my nose was different.

While being deceived by that sweet, sweet scent. Strong alcohol flowed down Mu-gyeong’s throat one after another.

“Hehehe. “The young man is already addicted to alcohol.”

When Hye-gwan teased him while looking at him with satisfaction, Moo-kyung, who was drunk, responded in an unusual way.

“Isn’t this all because of Sajo?”

“What? “Is this guy called Sason going to confront Sajo?”

“I do this and that all the time, and sometimes I end up beating myself up with my fists!”

“Oh my! “This guy is getting really confrontational now.”

“Are you going to hit me again? Try it! “I am no longer the Mu-gyeong of the past!”

That was correct.

After escaping from Shaolin with Mujin, he returned to Shaolin and was punished in Chamhoe-dong.

For a period of a year and a half, Moo-gyeong continued to dance with Hye-gwan in a life-or-death relationship, and Moo-gyeong, who boasts outrageous talent, has already caught up with Hye-gwan.

To be precise, Moo-gyeong was ahead in terms of the number and level of martial arts he had learned, but Hye-gwan was ahead in terms of actual combat experience and depth of internal skills that come from age and experience, so when they competed in martial arts, they were almost equal.

“You damn bastard. “Your speaking habits are truly amazing.”

“Hehehehe. “Isn’t this all something you learned from Sajo?”

Hye-Gwan clicked her tongue, but the corner of her mouth turned up and twitched as if she thought Mu-Gyeong’s injection was cute.

Maybe the corners of his mouth were twitching because he was holding back his anger.

“If you’re drunk, go to sleep.”

“yep! “Then I’ll just go to bed!”

After answering that, Mu-gyeong fell down, hitting his head on the table.

“Koooooo.”

Looking at Mu-kyung, who was sleeping as if she had fainted, Hye-gwan sighed and laughed.

“Tsk tsk. “How can you so ignorantly drink alcohol that you can’t even win?”

Hye-gwan had already forgotten that he had recommended it.

Let’s take a moment to look at Mu-kyung, who is unconscious and asleep.

Hye-gwan unexpectedly swung his fist at Mu-gyeong.

Pot!

Mu-kyung, who was asleep, immediately raised her upper body and blocked Hye-gwan’s fist.

“I knew it would be like this.”

And after leaving those words as a will, he hit his head again and fell down.

“ha ha ha. “That’s great.”

Seeing him react to the sneak attack even in a drunken state, Hye-gwan burst out laughing cheerfully as if he was truly satisfied.

This was all the result of his hard work over the years.

In Shaolin, it was Hye-gwan who made dozens or hundreds of surprise attacks on the sleeping Moo-gyeong in the name of actual combat training.

* * *

After that, their intense tour continued for several days.

And when we arrived at Uihwang-hyeon (宜黃縣), located near Okhwasan Mountain in Gangseo Province. Hyegwan suddenly opened her mouth.

“You’ve finally arrived.”

“Was this your destination?”

“It is true.”

“What can I do here?”

It was Mu-gyeong who had been walking around with Hye-gwan for five days already, and now he was asking something important.

“I’m here to catch a crazy killer.”

“… … “Do you have any names or nicknames?”

“I don’t know the name. And people who know him call him a martial arts ghost.”

“You mean the martial arts blood demon?”

“It is true. They are called so because they are excellent at stealth and light attacks, and they come and go so often that their faces and names are unknown. “I’ve been chasing him for two years now, but I still don’t know his face or name.”

“How on earth do you catch someone whose face and name you don’t know?”

“Hehehe. Last time I chased down a masked guy. In the end, he couldn’t catch him, but at least he remembers his secret spirit. And above all, unlike the ones that come and go, they always leave some trace behind.”

“What kind of trace is it?”

To Mu-gyeong’s question, Hye-gwan, who always had a crooked smile, answered with an uncharacteristically blunt expression.

“dead body. The corpse of a woman or child whose entire body was mangled, as if they had been tortured. “A corpse that has lost so much blood that it has dried up like an inner ear.”

“!!!”

Because he moved so secretly, it was difficult to meet him directly.

That’s why Hye-gwan has been tracking his movements through the miserable corpses he leaves behind every time.

The movements of this guy that I have been aware of for the past few years. And the habits of killers that I learned after killing countless villains.

Results inferred based on them. Hyegwan’s current hideout is right here. I concluded that it was Uiwanghyeon.

And sooner or later, he would no longer be able to endure it again, kidnap a woman or child, commit a terrible murder, and escape from here.

Hye-gwan’s goal was to catch him here before he repeats his actions again.

I realized this instinctively as I had slain countless demons. This guy is a pleasure killer.

The reason the child and girl were slowly cut to pieces until all the blood drained, as if torturing, was to hear their screams.

That is why Mu-gyeong was brought here.

To show what happened to someone who was born with a similar mania as himself and was blocked by his own instincts.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,