Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 39

◈ Apostolic Monk (1)

The day after Hyeon-gwang entered nirvana.

From the brightly lit pavilion, a fragrant scent was spreading throughout the Shaolin grounds.

“Hehehehe. “There was such great joy in the world.”

Hyunkwang muttered like a immortal, enjoying the various flavors in his mouth.

thud!

At that moment, Hyeon-gong opened the door and entered with hasty steps.

“Great, big brother! “W-what are you doing now!?”

Hyeon-gwang, who came out at the sight of the delicious scent spreading throughout the Shaolin precincts, asked in awe, but Hyeon-gwang simply answered vainly.

“oh. Has Priest Hyeongong arrived? Wouldn’t you like it too? This is the famous Buddhist painting. Hehehe. Indeed, if it tastes this good, isn’t it worth climbing over the fence?”

“W-what do you mean!?”

Hyeon-gwang smiled gently at the priest, whose face turned red and was screaming loudly.

“Hehehe. I’m not deaf. “You can hear everything even if you don’t shout so loudly.”

“… … Phew.”

After taking a few deep breaths to control his anger, Hyeon-gong lowered his voice and asked.

“Why are you eating ‘that’ food?”

“I heard this was so good for your health that I was just giving it a try.”

“Do you mean ‘that’?”

Hyeon-gong asked as if he felt humiliated just saying the word ‘buldojang’, but Hyeon-gwang only felt empty.

“Hehehe. “Thanks to the priest Bangjang, the rules have changed, so shouldn’t it be allowed for the main priest who is not in good health?”

“… … Does someone who has entered nirvana also need body care?”

Hyeonggong asked in a cautious tone.

The fact that Hyeon-gwang almost entered nirvana was currently kept a secret even within Shaolin.

Only those who visited the palace that day and the wise men know. I was keeping it quiet at Hyunkwang’s request.

And Hyeon-gwang, who had almost entered nirvana, looked at Hyeon-gong with a strange expression and opened his mouth.

“Hmm? The priest doesn’t seem to like the idea of ​​the monk eating health food. “Hehehe.”

“Well, that’s not it.”

“Hehehe. Well, since they didn’t like it, didn’t they lock Mujin, who was trying to save the original monk, in a cave? “Hehehe.”

‘Why did the child who obeyed me so well when he was young end up like this?’ As Hyeon-gwang added, cold sweat rolled down Beopwonju’s forehead.

Hyeon-gong was the first to realize that the great brother had become somewhat eccentric after entering nirvana.

* * *

A month passed while Mujin was at the wall.

“It is time. Monk Bangjang. “Mujin Sajil.”

Hearing the words of disciple Lee who came to inform him that the wall had ended, Mujin sighed deeply and stood up.

‘I can’t do this again.’

It was different from the last time I lasted a week.

Hyeon-cheon just recited his displeasure and did not talk to Mu-jin at all.

No matter how much I trained my body, practiced martial arts, or went hunting at night, not being able to talk for a month was truly terrible.

‘The headwall wasn’t something to ignore either.’

Even though he didn’t do the headwall, Mujin was thinking of such thoughts.

‘Whew. Still, it doesn’t mean there are no results.’

After practicing for a month, it was Mujin that the connection with herbivory became natural.

At that time, the head of the room, Hyeoncheon, who had left the cave together, opened his mouth, showing Mujin a benevolent smile.

“Mujin. “I think I need to cut my hair a little.”

When excluding those who have experienced hair loss in a very small proportion. All Shaolin disciples were shaving their heads regularly.

It was the same for Mujin, but after having had her hair cut for a month, Mujin’s hair had grown quite a bit, so it was time to cut it off.

‘shit… … .’

It was a terrible thing for Mujin.

I was drawn into this world while reading a novel to avoid stress-related hair loss, but I have to stay bald here too.

For a while, I almost gave up and lived in Mujin, but now that my hair has grown a little longer due to the wall, I still have regrets about Mujin.

That’s why Mujin asked Hyeoncheon something he wouldn’t normally have asked.

“Monk Bangjang. But why do all monks cut their hair so short?”

Hyuncheon smiled and answered Mujin’s question.

“The reason is simple. Cutting your hair means cutting ties with the world. By cutting your hair every time it grows, you are reminding yourself that you have decided to break away from the world and take refuge in Buddhism.”

“Do you mean that this is an act of confirmation that you have severed ties with the secular world?”

“That’s right. Our Shaolin founder, Bodhidharma, did the same, and Shakyamuni Buddha also did the same, and we, as scholars, also follow his will.”

In response to Hyuncheon’s answer, Mujin scratched his chin and thought.

‘Then I guess you don’t have to be bald?’

While Mujin and Hyeoncheon were having that conversation, they were able to arrive at Shaolin Temple.

“I guess I have to take care of some backlog, so Mujin, you should hurry up and go back. “I think Grand Master Hyeon-gwang is waiting for you.”

“All right. Monk Bangjang.”

After exchanging greetings with Ambassador Hyeoncheon as a class leader, Mujin headed to Hyeongwang’s pavilion.

As he got closer to the shrine, Mujin asked disciple Lee about what he was most curious about while staying in the cave.

“Grandfather. No, what about Taesajo Hyeongwang? “Sasuk.”

But for some reason, the student of Lee University answered with a somewhat awkward smile.

“Go, goodbye. ha ha ha.”

“… … ?”

“You’ll find out when you go. “If you go.”

It was clear that he was saying goodbye, but I felt like he was avoiding the answer for some reason.

‘You’ll find out when you get there.’

After feeling at ease, Mujin headed to Hyeongwang’s pavilion with his disciple Lee.

“!!!”

I came face to face with a sight I could never have imagined.

This is the image of Hyeon-gwang drinking wine from Dongpoyuk in Daecheongmaru.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

As if he hadn’t seen anything, the disciple of Lee Dae, who had dragged Mujin with him, walked away while chanting a prayer.

“Hehehe. Please come quickly. “Mujin.”

Hyeon-gwang burst into laughter, picking up dongpo meat with the chopsticks in his right hand and said.

“Grandpa!! “What on earth is this?”

“You’ll know it when you see it, right? Hehehe. “He’s taking care of his body.”

In response to that confident answer, Mu-jin suddenly ran to the main hall and snatched the chopsticks and bottle of alcohol that Hyeon-gwang was holding.

“The meat I was talking about literally meant meat without any seasoning! “It’s not like this horrible oil is floating around!”

When Mujin pointed to Dongpayuk and shouted, Hyeongwang laughed empty-handedly and Beopgeon, who was sitting next to him, turned his head to the side as if embarrassed.

“Master!”

“K-huh. Yes, because Sajo wants to eat it. “I never said anything about it.”

Mujin asked as if he was dumbfounded by that ridiculous excuse.

“Then let’s say the meat is like that. What happened to the alcohol? “The patient is drinking!”

“Hehehe. “Don’t worry.”

Hyunkwang smiled benevolently at Mujin’s nagging.

And suddenly, the energy flowing in the yard rushed towards Hyeon-gwang.

Hehehe.

With the wind, the spirits, oil, and spices from Dongpo-yuk that had formed on Hyeon-gwang’s body were blown away.

“Hehehe. “He was just enjoying the atmosphere, so blow it up and that’s it.”

“… … .”

To Mujin, who was watching the scene with his mouth wide open, Hyunkwang spoke as if it was no big deal.

“What happened to this?”

When Mu-jin stammered and asked, Beop-geon briefly explained what had happened.

A story about someone who achieved enlightenment and almost entered nirvana. The Danjeon is still damaged, but the fact that the natural guardian can be manipulated freely.

“Well, then, will you be able to blow away alcohol and strong energies like that every time from now on? “Grandfather.”

“Hehehe. “That’s right.”

“How much of an expert do I have to be before I can do something like that!?”

Mujin asked, his eyes sparkling.

If you think about it, it was a scene that often appears in martial arts magazines. This is a story about pushing the alcohol out of your body.

‘If that happens, I can drink too!’

It wasn’t just alcohol. Countless foods that are oily and full of spices, good for the mouth but bad for the body.

You will be able to eat the foods you were forced to quit while living as a freelancer again!

‘Are we finally free from chicken breast shakes and chicken breast salads?’

Living as a hellhole. It wasn’t a synonym for giving up one’s sense of taste, but it was close to a synonym.

Of course, as a monk, he cannot eat meat or drink alcohol.

‘As long as you go outside of Shaolin, what do you know?’

Anyway, Mujin was planning to go to Shaolin once he had developed his skills, even if only to see the ending of this novel.

‘At least, I’ll have to leave after I’ve reached the level where I can blow away the alcohol and poison.’

Mujin had a more specific goal, and Hyunkwang smiled and answered Mujin’s questions with an expression of understanding.

“Hehehe. All you have to do is pass through the veins and reach a level where the great heavens are possible.”

* * *

That evening.

Mujin was struggling with some books in one corner of the room.

They were books stored in Janggyeonggak, but since they were not particularly important books, he, as a third-generation disciple, was also able to borrow them.

They were just books written about the history of Shaolin or Buddhism.

“Whoa.”

After checking the contents to his satisfaction, Mujin closed the book and took the sword and scissors in his hands.

* * *

Early morning the next day.

Beopgeon looked at Mujin with a puzzled face.

“I definitely brought you a sword and scissors yesterday. “Why didn’t you cut her hair?”

Mujin answered Beopgeon’s question.

“It was cut. “Master.”

“So, you mean it was cut?”

Beopheon asked as if it were absurd.

Certainly, compared to when I just got back from the headwall yesterday, my hair was in order. Because my hair, which had been growing uncontrollably, has been sorted out to some extent.

However, he did not shave his head.

Mujin pointed to his head with his hand and answered Beopgeon.

“Didn’t they say that cutting one’s hair means breaking ties with the world and taking refuge in Buddhism? “I thought this was more effective than just shaving my head.”

“Is that what you mean?”

“That’s right. Who would say they have a connection with someone with hair like this? In addition, we simply want to honor the will of Buddha by engraving the swastika symbolizing Buddha.”

Yes.

To avoid going bald, Mujin had extremely short two-block mohawk hair and put a swastika-shaped scratch on the right side of his head.

“… … .”

Beopgeon was momentarily speechless at Mujin’s words.

Even in modern times, if you walk around with your hair like that, you’re a badass. Or, he is suspected of having Hongdae disease.

Of course, there is no one in this world with hair like that, and there are probably very few people who would want to be close to someone with hair like that.

It could be said that it was a hairstyle that cut off ties with the world more clearly than the black-haired monks.

“Hehehehe. “That’s an interesting idea.”

Right then. Hyunkwang, who was listening to their conversation next to him, burst into empty laughter.

Hyeon-gwang, who realized that meaning is more important than the law itself and reached a high level, accepted Mujin’s deviation.

In fact, as a person who drinks alcohol and eats meat, it was ridiculous to argue about the shape of Sajeungson’s hair.

However, even if Hyunkwang respects Mujin’s wishes. Not everyone in Shaolin approved of Mujin’s head.

Around afternoon.

Lord Hyeong-gong, who came to treat Hyeon-gwang’s body, saw Mu-jin’s head and his eyes rolled over.

“Yes, yes you bastard! “How could a disciple of Shaolin have hair like that?”

Not only Hyeon-gong, but also Hye-dam and Hyeon-cheon, who came with him, also found it absurd. In particular, Hyeon-cheon, who had told Mu-jin to cut his hair yesterday while finishing the wall, was just astounded.

However, Mujin did not get discouraged by Hyeongong’s angry voice and repeated what he had told Beopgeon.

Breaking ties with the secular world and breaking the bizarre logic of deciding on a hairstyle to honor the will of Buddha.

“You really thought that made sense!”

Of course, there was no way it would work for Hyeon-gong, who oversees the laws of Shaolin.

“Hair is said to be a symbol of worldly desire, called ignorance plant or defilement plant! Cutting one’s hair like that is a symbol of converting to Buddhism!”

“yes. “So you cut your hair, right?”

“That little bit of hair that was left behind! “Mujin means your regret for the world!”

Hyeon-gong shouted as if he couldn’t accept Mu-jin’s hairstyle. But even Mujin could not yield this.

More than two years have passed since I was dragged into the world of martial arts.

Now Mujin was slowly realizing it too. The fact that it is impossible to return to the original world overnight.

If you think about the story of the novel that Mujin knows, he would have had to spend at least ten years here.

Living like a Shaolin monk for such a long time was nothing short of torture.

‘The ending is an ending, but let’s enjoy what we have to enjoy!’

In order to survive for more than ten years, Mujin decided to make some compromises.

And hair was a compromise that Mujin could never compromise on. Especially since he was drawn to the novel because of his hair loss.

That’s why Mujin had Kang Su.

“I understand that hair was not the only thing that Sakyamuni Buddha originally cut off in order to attain Buddhism.”

At Mujin’s words, Hyeongong and Hyeoncheon flinched.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,