Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 3

◈ It wasn’t a dream?

‘Whew. This is also Buddha’s ordeal. If it continues like this, it looks like Simma will come.’

The monk’s patience, which he had cultivated for 35 years, had reached its limit. Fortunately, the sound of the bell signaling the end of early morning training rang out through the Shaolin Temple.

“It’s almost meal time, so we’ll end our early morning training here!”

“yes!!”

“All right. Sasukjo!!”

Leaving aside the answers of the other monks, Hye-jeong looked at Mu-jin for a moment and then turned away.

‘After seven days and seven nights, the sutra will be struck.’

However, Hyejeong may or may not think of such thoughts. Mujin had already lost interest in Hyejeong.

“Wow. “Your muscles are really tight.”

At his original size, he would have had to do many more sets with much heavier weights to feel the muscle pain and tightness he feels now.

Perhaps because the body of a child is not yet accustomed to exercise, the effects were felt immediately.

Mujin was feeling a strange pleasure from the rewarding feeling that came from the muscle pain.

He was Jinseong Helchang, who thought about muscle growth even in his dreams.

“It would be better if this wasn’t a dream.”

Mujin, who was muttering to himself like that, was able to realize something strange.

“But it was a dream. Why does it hurt?”

It was only after finishing the exercise that Mujin began to feel that something was strange.

An argument with an old middle-aged monk. And it was a problem that I didn’t think about deeply because I was focusing on exercise and muscles.

‘no way… … . ‘You couldn’t have entered a real novel, right?’

It was a ridiculous idea, but on the other hand, considering my current physical condition, it was quite possible.

This is especially true when I think back on the conversations we have had so far.

Although he was having a conversation without much thought, when he thought about it carefully, he realized that he was not speaking in Korean.

I wanted to do it because I thought it was a dream, but it was such a strange thing to think that it wasn’t a dream.

At a time when Mujin was in chaos.

“Mujin… … . What kind of strange things have you been muttering to yourself since a while ago? “Has your head really gone crazy?”

Muyul, the young monk who woke Mujin up at dawn, awakened his spirit again without fail.

The expression on his face made me think that someone could ask him, “Are you crazy?” with such an innocent face.

“Your name is Muyul… … “You said that, right?”

“Have you forgotten my name now? “Aren’t you really in pain, Mujin?”

“no. That’s enough. “Do you want to hit me just one here?”

“… … .”

Mu-jin said that to check whether it was a dream, but Mu-yul just looked at Mu-jin with a truly pitiful expression.

“If you don’t want to hit me, then don’t.”

Mujin tried to ignore that expression and slapped his own cheek with his own hand.

Muhyul, who was watching the loud noise, muttered with a downcast expression.

“Hmph. “She said her mom told her not to hang out with crazy people.”

“… … “Aren’t you crazy?”

Mujin answered while touching his cheek, which had started to tingle.

‘shit. ‘Isn’t this really a dream?’

There was no need to slap him in the first place, just looking at the muscle pain he was feeling all over his body was enough evidence. It’s just that I had a hard time accepting this reality, so I tried a mental rebellion.

“Oh right! Mujin, we have to go eat now!”

And the monk, who was looking at Mujin with a worried expression, shouted as if he had finally remembered something.

Looking at him as if he was a crazy person but trying to take care of him, you couldn’t tell if he was a good kid or a weird kid.

“Whew. Yes, I have to eat.”

If this wasn’t a dream, I had to eat it even more.

Since I had been straining my muscles for one hour (2 hours) since dawn, I had to take in nutrients. Isn’t there a famous saying? Even eating is called exercise.

However, because he was so caught up in idle thoughts about whether the current situation was a dream or reality, he realized the important fact too late.

This is Shaolin Temple. In other words, the fact that it is a temple.

* * *

A young monk who takes care of Mujin. The Shaolin Temple restaurant we arrived at following Muhyul. Inside the Anti-Party Party.

‘Are my eyes wrong?’

Why?

All I could see on the table was green or yellow. The yellow ones were barley rice, and the green ones were vegetables.

Yes. Meals provided by Shaolin Temple. Of course, it was a temple-style diet, and temple-style diet meant vegetarianism.

Yeah whatever. What could be so wrong with eating temple-style food at a temple?

However, in Choi Kang-hyuk’s view, this is wrong, but it is wrong.

He had been up since dawn and had been abusing his muscles for an hour. And the other kids who exercised very inefficiently compared to themselves would also be hurt in many ways.

In the meantime, are you telling me to eat this kind of rice without any protein?

“Anyone can see that this is child abuse!!”

“Uh huh!! “Who dares talk during a meal!!”

The moment Mujin screamed. Her fellow monks and monks in the restaurant all turned their heads toward Mujin.

Of course, Mujin wasn’t someone who got discouraged or couldn’t say what he had to say just because people were paying attention to him.

“I exercised so vigorously in the morning, but isn’t it too much to survive on only these vegetables and barley rice!?”

Mujin, who could not control his anger, screamed loudly, and a cold silence came over the area.

Those who were with Mujin during early morning training asked, ‘Is it him again?’ I looked at him with an expression like, ‘What is this crazy guy?’ I looked at him with that expression.

The moment when Lee Dae-dae disciples and other disciples who were preparing a meal stood up and tried to admonish him.

With a hollow laugh, Bandangju Hyeon-moon, the manager of this Bandang, was the first to break the silence.

“Hehehe. “It looks like our student was very hungry after exercising early in the morning.”

As he was already over 60 years old and an elder of the Shaolin Temple who was the head of a temple, Hyeon-mun thought of the younger monk’s behavior as nothing more than a childish complaint.

No matter how strict the laws of Shaolin Temple are, it is ridiculous for an elder to scold and grab each of the younger monks.

“I also went through the same period as you. How can I not know your heart? okay. If you want to eat more, I’ll give you more. However, shouting like this is against the law. Do you understand?”

Therefore, Hyeon-moon tried to be generous and let Tyler go. If it weren’t for Mujin’s words that followed.

“This is enough rice.”

“What’s the problem if I do it?”

“Protein supplements. “No, do you have chicken breast?”

“… … .”

what? Are you crazy?

I’ve never even heard of protein supplements, so what’s with the chicken breast at the temple?

Fortunately for Hyun-moon, there was a child who could express his feelings on his behalf.

“Mujin. Why have you been doing this since dawn? “Has your head really gone crazy?”

Muhyul, who was next to Mujin, asked that question.

Mujin, who was in the midst of making crazy noises, began to stare blankly at Muhyul, who was pulling on his sleeve.

To be exact, his own reflection in Muhyul’s bright and innocent eyes.

She has a small body that looks like she’s about to start puberty, and her hair is shaved off. There’s even a yellow and orange uniform that you might have seen in old martial arts movies.

The eternal image of a Shaolin temple monk was reflected in Muhyul’s eyes.

‘ha. okay. This is Shaolin Temple.’

Mu-jin, who finally fully accepted the fact that the current situation was not a dream, decided to offer an apology to Hyeon-moon.

“… … sorry. “I was so hungry that I couldn’t speak.”

Eating only vegetables at Shaolin Temple would be a given, at least from their perspective. However, due to Mujin’s sudden apology, Hyeonmoon’s suspicions deepened.

‘… … ‘He must be a crazy kid.’

A crazy monk came to Shaolin Temple. It was a front door that made me feel uneasy.

Around this time, Hyeonmoon was worried about the future of Shaolin. Mujin opened his mouth towards the front door again.

“Excuse me, but are there any beans or mushrooms instead of chicken breast?”

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mujin needed protein first.

* * *

After an eventful breakfast. The first thing in the morning was to study Buddhist scriptures.

It could truly be said to be a Shaolin temple-like routine.

‘Who on earth is this ignorant daily schedule?’

From Mujin’s perspective, it was not a good idea.

Waking up early in the morning, exercising vigorously for an hour, and then studying right after breakfast. This was more like a war against drowsiness than studying.

widely!

“Uh huh.”

And when the monks dozed off, the disciples of Lee Dae, who were waiting, would wake them up by tapping their shoulders with bamboo sticks.

However, Mujin, who remembers to complain, has not been hit with a bamboo sword even once. It’s not that he didn’t get caught while dozing.

On the other hand, I wasn’t even listening to the Buddhist scriptures class diligently. If he had been taking that boring class, he would probably have fallen asleep right away.

The reason he was able to survive until now without falling asleep.

‘okay. I don’t know what happened, but let’s say I entered the novel. So what should I do from now on?’

That was because I was organizing in my head what I needed to do in the future.

Why did you come into the novel? Why did something so unusual happen to me?

Since it had already happened, it didn’t matter. Mujin knew very well that it was more important to understand and respond to the current situation before worrying about such matters.

‘hmm… … If you entered a novel, wouldn’t you probably have to finish the story before you can leave?’

I wasn’t sure, but that seemed the most likely. And from that perspective, the current situation was not all pessimistic.

Since the body of this monk named Mujin is the main character in the novel, there was a high probability that it was a body imbued with outstanding talent.

In addition, the place where you are currently located is a place that always appears in any martial arts world. It was Shaolin, the Taesan Bukdu of Murim.

If you learn the protagonist’s talent and the Shaolin Temple’s unrivaled martial arts skills, returning to the original world will not be that difficult.

Just in case there is a problem.

‘Did I get the picture right now?’

It was only then that Mujin realized that he had been involved in a serious accident in the early morning.

but.

‘Well, it can’t be helped.’

However, if I regret what I did early in the morning, that wasn’t the case.

For him, who had experience with his body breaking down, the Shaolin Temple exercise method was something he could never accept.

Then there is only one option left.

In the promised sparring a week later, all I wanted to do was knock out my opponent and get recognition for my exercise technique.

It was truly a solution that suited Mujin’s personality.

* * *

At the time, Mujin was in the middle of analyzing the current situation, with Buddhist scriptures flowing from one ear to the other.

Hyeon-moon, the leader of the bandang, and Hye-jeong, who is in charge of basic training for fellow monks who entered Shaolin this year, were talking about Mujin.

“What on earth is that child?”

“If that kid… … Are you talking about Mujin? “Hyeonmun Sasuk.”

“okay. “That kid named Mujin.”

“Could it be that Mujin had an accident during mealtime?”

“What you mean by ‘even during meal times’ is that you did something during early morning training?”

“That is… … .”

Hye-jeong carefully told Sa-suk Hyeon-moon about what happened during the early morning training.

“her. Hehehe. “Hehehehehe.”

And when Hyeon-moon heard the whole story, a laugh burst out of his mouth.

I felt it from the moment I asked for chicken breast, but after joining Shaolin, I denied the thousand-year Shaolin training method.

‘I never thought he was truly a crazy kid.’

It was a moment when I turned from belief to certainty.

“So, did you decide to leave the child alone?”

“After giving him seven days and nights, I told him to spar with Mugung to prove his words.”

“As expected, it’s Hyejeong. “This is a very wise solution.”

At Hyejeong’s words, Hyeonmoon shook his head with a satisfied expression.

As a disciple of Buddhism, you cannot persecute others just because they are crazy.

But since that child dared to deny Thousand Year Shaolin, he will have to prove his words. He even gave the end of seven days and seven nights to prove it. What else is this but the mercy of the Buddha?

In addition, Hyeon-moon liked the fact that the child he chose as his sparring partner was Mugung.

‘I said he was the most outstanding kid among the kids who came in this year.’

When it is time to select new three great disciples at Shaolin Temple, dozens to hundreds of new children arrive every year.

Some of those disciples were unable to withstand the harsh Shaolin training and fell away, while others, after learning only a few basic martial arts, passed away as lay disciples.

In the end, only about one-third of the initiated disciples became Jinsan disciples.

Therefore, among the disciples who have not yet become official third generation disciples, the number of children whose names the first generation disciples and elders know is very small.

And Mugung was one of those few children.

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