Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 38

◈ Diet (2)

The promised seven days and nights have passed.

Meanwhile, Mujin managed to teach Beopgeon the treatment procedures.

In any case, electrotherapy and heat therapy were the domain of Hyeon-gong and Hye-dam, and Beop-geon, who had been watching from the side for the past two months, was at least able to imitate acupressure and muscle lengthening techniques to some extent.

In the end, manual therapy was excluded, and only a few exercise therapy courses were taught for seven days and nights.

And Hyeon-gwang, who first started eating meat as porridge, is now able to eat boiled meat with barely any seasoning.

Is it because of Mujin’s extreme treatment or because I ate meat? A slight change occurred in Hyeon-gwang’s blocked roadway.

After spending seven days and nights like that.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve been here.’

Mujin entered the training cave with the head wall where he had been taken as an introductory disciple.

The face wall training period given to him was one month.

Also, in the case of Ambassador Bangjang Hyeoncheon, who was to be punished along with him.

“Let’s go in.”

Unfortunately for Mujin, he ended up with him.

‘It’s ruined.’

Mujin planned to enjoy the face wall, not the face wall, like the last time.

Build your body appropriately and practice martial arts. At night, we go out and hunt animals to eat. That kind of face-to-face training.

However, since I was with Hyeoncheon, I really had to face it for a month.

In the end, with a face like a pig being dragged to a slaughterhouse, Mu-jin entered the cave with the head wall together with Hyeon-cheon.

And just as Mujin expected, Hyeoncheon suddenly shifted into lotus position as soon as he entered the cave.

In a sitting position, with eyes closed, I began to recite the Hyeoncheon Buddhist sutra.

“Mahavanya Paramita Heart Sutra Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva… … .”

Mujin thought as he listened to the Buddhist scriptures flowing softly, barely audible even though he was sitting right next to him.

‘Wasn’t it okay to say it while in front of the wall?’

Mujin clearly knew that.

‘hmm? Since face wall is also Buddhist practice, is it allowed to recite Buddhist sutras?’

In fact, Hyeoncheon, the head of the room, would know the rules better than himself, the third great disciple.

Mujin thought about it for some reason, looked at the wall, and started slapping bruises.

With the thought that a month was wasted.

Just for a moment, wasting time like that.

“I am so excited about Eungunhaju’s life… … Instant color, immediate color… … .”

It was Mu-jin who found something strange in Hyeon-cheon’s muttering in his ear.

‘what? Why are all the Buddhist scriptures mixed up?’

No matter how much Mujin doesn’t have much interest in Buddhism, he remains an initiated disciple for one year and ten months. In addition, there were many Buddhist scriptures that he was forced to learn during his three months as a third-generation disciple.

In addition, since all of Shaolin’s martial arts essentials are based on Buddhist scriptures, it was necessary to read all Buddhist scriptures in order to learn martial arts.

However, as I listened quietly, I realized that the order of the Buddhist sutras that Master Hyeoncheon was reciting was all mixed up.

While reciting the Heart Sutra, I suddenly move on to the Diamond Sutra, and from the Diamond Sutra to the Lotus Sutra again. It leads to the Avatamsaka Sutra and then returns to the Diamond Sutra, etc.

Even the phrases did not start from the beginning, but went back and forth according to Ambassador Hyeoncheon’s taste.

‘wait for a sec?’

And soon, Mujin was able to find some rules in the jumbled structure.

‘These are all phrases I know?’

To be exact, the martial arts he learned. These were passages that appeared in the essentials of Sohongquan, Chufunggak, Gugongbo, Luo Hanzhang, Seoksaeji, Guanyinsu, and Diamond Quan.

‘no way… … ?’

Mujin, thinking about what might happen, concentrated a little more on Ambassador Hyeoncheon’s recitation.

And when the bet was placed according to the order of the verses listed by Ambassador Hyeoncheon. I kept picturing in my head how it would lead.

‘The front is Yeonhwan-won 1-second. The regime is in full swing, and behind it is Chupungak Samcho. It’s time to kick to the left angle. Oh, in order to connect the two movements, was it okay to insert the essence of the Diamond Fist in the middle like this?’

To be precise, it was a martial arts regime and side kick created by Mujin.

Although his older brother was one second of Yeonhwan Quan and the third second of Chupunggak, he was combining all the martial arts skills he had learned and using them together.

With the help of Hyeon-gwang and Hye-geol, Mu-jin even succeeded in incorporating the essence of Geumgang Fist into each movement.

The only problem was that, while it was successful in melting the yogyeol for each movement, the movements did not flow naturally.

But now, Hyeoncheon is teaching us a way to connect the seams through Buddhist scriptures.

Mujin concentrated on the Buddhist scriptures Hyeoncheon had memorized and organized the essential points in his head.

However, it is not satisfying to just sit and organize the essentials. Naturally, Mujin felt his body itching.

‘Is it okay to wake up?’

If you insist on telling yourself the essentials, doesn’t that mean you are allowing training?

Think about that for a moment.

Mujin boldly stood up, thinking that he would have to lose anyway.

“Mahavanya Paramita… … .”

Ambassador Hyeoncheon, who must have read Mujin’s presence, simply recited Buddhist sutras this time without showing any sign.

“Whoa.”

Mujin, who was confident that Ambassador Hyeoncheon had given permission, made a bet according to the point he had made in his head a little while ago and tried to take power and then swung his left horn.

However, thinking with your head and moving your body and making bets are completely different things.

The flow of herbivorous food was still awkward.

For a while, repeat the regime and kicking alone a few times.

‘??’

Mujin, who was concentrating on training, was able to notice, albeit a little late, that there had been a change in Hyeoncheon’s dislike.

‘meter… … I think this came about?’

Hyuncheon’s vocals developed strength and weakness, and a sense of speed arose. Some passages are strong. Some passages are fast but weak.

‘Could it be possible to express the flow of the bet?’

Thinking about what might happen, Mujin calmed down and tried to make a bet based on the rhyme of each part according to the bad words that Hyeoncheon was memorizing.

Somewhere fast and in rhythm. Also, let’s make a strong bet somewhere.

pop!!

Indeed, the completeness of the connection has improved.

However, Ambassador Hyeoncheon seemed not to be satisfied with that, and continued to recite Buddhist prayers. He seemed to be pointing out a mistake in Mujin’s performance a moment ago, and there was a slight change from what he had sung before.

Just like that, Mujin continued to repeat the movements according to the Buddhist scriptures that Master Hyeoncheon was memorizing.

On the contrary, Master Hyeoncheon raised his energy to the extreme and used his energy to read Mujin’s movements and flow of bets and guide him to the wrong parts using phrases and rhymes.

‘Hehehe. ‘He really is a quick-witted kid.’

As Mujin expected, Hyeoncheon chose this method to help Mujin train.

Although it is for the treatment of Hyeon-gwang, who saved Shaolin, it is meant as an apology for taking away a month of training period for Mu-jin, who was in the prime of his growth.

And, it was a way to help Mujin, who had decided to entrust him with the future of Sorim, to grow a little.

For this purpose, Hyeon-cheon asked Hyeon-gwang in advance about how Mu-jin was connecting the martial arts he was learning and the essential skills.

And even knowing that much, Hyuncheon had no difficulty teaching Mujin.

No matter how excellent Mujin was, Mujin was a child who had only started learning martial arts two years ago, and Hyeoncheon was an expert who had been training for fifty years.

I hope this strange training continues for a long time.

“Hmm.”

When Hyeoncheon, who was in the middle of reciting a Buddhist chant, cleared his throat, Mujin stopped his movements with a puzzled look on his face.

And just in case, let’s hastily sit cross-legged and look at the wall.

Sigh.

Not long after, a group of disciples came and left the cave, leaving food and water behind.

It was Hyeon-cheon who cleared his throat to let Mu-jin know that Go-su, who could not read his signs, was approaching.

After that, whenever the guard station disappeared, Master Hyeoncheon would recite a chant and Mujin perfected his martial arts according to the chant.

The training continued until late in the evening, when night fell. Hyuncheon lay down with his body facing the wall. It meant it was time to sleep.

And about half an hour had passed after Hyuncheon lay down. Mujin slowly got up and ran out of the cave.

‘Hehehe. It looks like your body is still itchy.’

Hyuncheon went out of the cave to practice without disturbing Mujin, who was sleeping, and closed his eyes again.

Hyuncheon couldn’t even imagine that Mujin would go out to hunt meat.

* * *

Twenty days have passed since Mujin began his wall training.

Meanwhile, Hyeon-gwang’s body was recovering day by day.

After two months of treatment, most of the distorted joints and misaligned ligaments have already been restored.

The only problem was that there were not enough muscles to hold and support the joints and ligaments.

And thanks to eating meat every day for twenty days and seven nights and exercising exercise therapy with the help of Beopgeon and Mujin, Hyeon-gwang’s body began to grow muscles little by little.

“Sajo! “You’ve really changed beyond recognition!”

Beopgeon, nominally Mujin’s teacher and Hyeongwang’s grandson, smiled brightly like a child and said.

Just as he said, tiny muscles began to grow here and there on Hyeon-gwang’s body, which boasted a skinny and bony body.

Perhaps thanks to the strength of those muscles, Hyeon-gwang was now able to walk little by little without holding Beop-geon’s hand.

“Whoa.”

Hyeon-gwang got up from his seat with his own strength, left the room, walked up to the main floor, and took a deep breath.

This thing, which would have been so natural to others, was like a miracle to Hyeon-gwang.

Although it was a small yard of a palace that he had always seen, Hyeon-gwang looked at the yard with profound eyes.

‘All those things were my stubbornness.’

His priest, Hyeon-cheon, always blamed himself. He said he was anxious to preserve tradition. It would have been different if Grand Master Hyeon-gwang had become the head of the room.

And at this moment, Hyeon-gwang also realized that he was no different from Priest Hyeon-cheon.

What is penance? To achieve enlightenment. And it was an act to forget desires and worries.

But why was he so caught up in the asceticism itself? Why did he just try to follow it simply because it was a Shaolin tradition?

What matters is the true intention, not what appears on the outside.

At this point, it was only funny that he explained it so smugly to Mujin, his grandson.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Hyunkwang, deeply displeased, sat cross-legged and gently closed his eyes.

Even with his eyes closed, the view of the yard he had been watching a moment ago still appeared in his mind.

Even if this yard and the palace disappear in the distant future, the scenery of this yard and the palace will still exist in his mind.

Even if it was not visible, it existed, and even if it did not exist, it could be seen.

Color discoloration, empty discoloration, color discoloration, empty discoloration.

(色不異空 空不異色 色卽是空 空卽是色)

The world is like that by nature, but what has bound him?

“Ajeje baraje baraseungje moji sabaha.”

With his eyes closed, Hyeon-gwang chanted deeply.

‘ah… … . I, too, was tied to that day thirty years ago.’

The day when the Demonic Cult’s detachment attacked.

The day I lost my martial arts skills, became a wreck, and could not even walk on my own.

He always said that he was fine in order to calm the hearts of countless people who were worried about him, but deep in his heart, he was filled with sadness.

His intellect, which had reached heaven, understood the martial arts and Buddhist scriptures of Shaolin, but his heart filled with resentment could not accept the contents.

Even though all the words written there told him that he had the answer, he just tried to find the answer in the words.

The moment he realized that fact, he was able to break free of the chains that were holding him down.

His understanding and mind, which had already reached the heavens, were united, and his mind and energy became Anotdara Sammyaksambodhi. He reached the enlightenment of impermanence and righteousness.

His body, which could not even walk on its own, regained stability through Mujin’s treatment.

If there is anything lacking, it is due to the shattered Danjeon. It was that he could no longer store energy in his body.

‘Hehehe. That too is stubbornness.’

There is so much energy flowing through this world. How can they try to contain that in this tiny human body?

The wind wrapped around Hyunkwang’s body, which was smiling gently and closing its eyes, and began to create a golden glow.

“Sajo Sajo!?”

Beopgeon, who was watching the scene from the side, shouted with a shocked face.

He walked on his own and came out to the main hall, and suddenly what kind of harmony was this?

Meanwhile, the glow was getting stronger and brighter.

“What, what, what happened!?”

Naturally, the Shaolin Temple was in an uproar.

“no way… … “Are you saying that Great Brother Hyeongwang has reached Anotdara Sammyasambodhi?”

Seeing the golden light, Hyeon-gong, who used all his might to perform the Shinshin Technique up to the shimmering hall, muttered in a surprised tone.

Anotdara Sammyak Sambori. When translated into Chinese characters, it is free and jeongdeukjeonggak. In other words, it meant that I had realized the highest truth in the world.

It was said that Hyeon-gwang was currently attaining Buddhahood.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Several Shaolin monks, including Hyeon-gong, who arrived at Hyeon-gwang’s pavilion, bowed and chanted Buddhist prayers toward the golden-colored Hyeon-gwang for a moment.

“!?”

The golden glow that enveloped Hyeon-gwang’s body gradually dimmed, and all of the glow disappeared, as if it had been a mirage.

Flashing.

Hyunkwang, who had closed his eyes, opened them with a gentle smile.

“… … Ambassador type. “Have you achieved great enlightenment?”

When asked by Hyeongong, the highest rank excluding the heads of state and ambassadors, Hyeongwang answered with a strange look on his face.

“What I only knew in my head reached my heart.”

“!!!”

He said it was no big deal, but all the monks gathered in Hyeon-gwang’s hall could tell. Master Hyeon-gwang has reached a high level.

“But why…” … .”

“Hehehe. Isn’t it because there are things that haven’t been resolved yet?”

To Hyeon-gong’s question, Hyeon-gwang once again gave an answer that was like a Zen question.

Hyeon-gwang, drunk with enlightenment, was throwing away all his worries and obsessions. Only one. I stayed here because I still had regrets that I couldn’t let go of.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,