Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 42

◈ Apostolic Monk (4)

“Hoo? It seems like you really want to hear my story. Hehehe.”

Hye-gwan joked sarcastically, but inside he was feeling a sense of wonder.

‘Huh. ‘It’s better than the guys in the Annihilation Squad.’

It didn’t mean skill. No matter how good Mujin is, he has only just become a third-generation disciple. His skills were nothing compared to those of the Destruction Demons.

What surprised Hyegwan was that patience.

As long as you are a human being, if you are beaten, you are bound to run away filled with evil and venom. Or, you’re completely discouraged and curl your tail.

However, while Mujin persevered, he did not commit the mistake of moving without control due to anger.

Even when Hyegwan attacked in a cowardly manner, such as throwing sand with his feet, which was unbecoming of an expert.

‘Even during this time, you continue to refine your martial arts skills.’

Every time Mujin was hit by himself, he tried to fix the gap. As we repeated our sparring, it became clear that the gap was narrowing.

‘Hehehe. He’s a guy who has a taste for bullying.’

The more I bullied him, the more his skills improved, so I wanted to bully him even more.

* * *

There were several instances where I couldn’t tell if it was sparring or bullying.

Hye-gwan slapped Mu-jin away once more, took the bottle of alcohol in her right hand to drink, and clicked her tongue lightly.

“Tsk. “I lost my excitement.”

As I was so absorbed in teaching Mujin, I ran out of alcohol before I knew it.

Hyegwan spoke to her student who was watching the sparring from the side.

“Beophye.”

“yes. “Master.”

“Don’t leave the sparring after this to you. “I think sparring with this guy will be of some help to you.”

“All right. “Master.”

“And hey, I’d like to wake up that guy who’s lying down pretending to faint and join us.”

As soon as Hye-gwan finished speaking, Mu-gyeong’s body, which was lying on the floor, began to flinch.

“Hehehe. The cuteness of Jeju is only increasing. “Mukyung.”

“Well, I’m afraid it might interfere with the sparring, so stop…” … .”

At Mu-gyeong’s words as she urgently stood up, Hye-gwan chuckled, laughed, and threw herself onto the roof of the pavilion.

“Mujin has been sparring with me for quite some time, so first of all, Beophye and Mukyung. And behind them are Beophye and Mujin. Mujin and Mugyeong again. “The three of you will take turns sparring like that.”

As Hye-gwan spoke, she suddenly had a new bottle of alcohol in her hand. It was hidden in a crevice in the roof of the main building.

“Begin.”

As if she were being judged, Hye-Gwan shouted, uncorked a fresh bottle of alcohol, and took a sip.

And as soon as Hye-gwan’s order was given, Beop-hye rushed at Mu-gyeong.

“Hmph.”

Mu-gyeong, who was lying down and resting, blocked Beop-hye’s attacks with natural martial arts combos, unlike her strange screams.

And when Beop-hye pushed Mu-gyeong a little, Mu-gyeong’s body, which had been stiff from tension, relaxed and she began to occasionally counterattack.

“Ugh!”

Then, finally, the moment when the madness started to take hold. ‘puck!’ With a sound, Beop-hye struck Mu-gyeong in the abdomen.

Mu-gyeong, who had been hit hard, fell to the ground again, dark-faced.

“Tsk tsk. “There is still a long way to go.”

The way Hye-Gwan and Beop-Hye cured Mu-Gyeong’s madness was the simplest method in the world.

At the same time as training them in their practical sense through sparring, they also knock them out every time they become mad.

Humans are also animals after all, so as we continue to accumulate the same experiences, we tend to become more cautious without realizing it.

However, this did not mean that only these ignorant methods were used. In addition, I mainly learned the Naegongsimbeop and martial arts, which contain the power of anti-horsepower.

This is a characteristic of the entire Destruction Demon Corps, and was not only to deal with demons, but also to fight and win against their own demons.

Thanks to this, the Demon Demon Squadron, the most evil group in Shaolin, was at the highest level among their peers when it came to anti-demon qigong.

Therefore, if Mu-gyeong gets beaten every time he shows his mania and trains his anti-demon qigong every day, one day he will be able to control his mania on his own.

Otherwise?

‘Is there any other way to get beaten until that happens? Sason. Hehehe.’

While Hye-gwan, with a playful smile, took a sip of her drink, Beop-hye and Mu-jin began sparring.

Perhaps because of the dozens of battles he had exchanged with him just moments ago, Mujin’s martial arts skills were a little more refined than when he first sparred with him.

“What a ridiculous guy.”

As Hyegwan muttered in a voice so low that the people in the yard could not hear, a voice responded behind him.

“Hehehe. “The monk thinks so too.”

“!?”

Hye-gwan, who had not even felt the sign of someone approaching, turned back with a murderous spirit without realizing it.

“Hello, let’s meet Master Hyeongwang.”

And Hye-gwan, who found out that the person who appeared behind her was Hyeon-gwang, hurriedly raised the law. The life I had unleashed without even realizing it was swept away in an instant.

Did you feel that life, or did you not feel it?

With a blank expression on his face, Hyeon-gwang took a step forward and sat down next to Hye-gwan.

“Hye-gwan.”

“Yes, Master Sabaek.”

To Hyeon-gwang’s call, Hye-gwan responded in a very polite tone.

This was very surprising. After becoming the head of the Destruction Demon Army, Hyegwan did not show extreme courtesy to anyone in Shaolin.

Even to Lord Beopyuwon, who had the power to put him in the chasmhoe-dong, and even to the head of the room who was in charge of all matters major and minor in Shaolin.

However, no matter how much favor there was, there was someone who could not bear to be rude. He was Hyeon-gwang.

Hye-gwan received a life-saving blessing from Hyeon-gwang.

About thirty years ago, when a detachment of the Demonic Cult came to Shaolin. Hyegwan was a young monk not long after being selected as the third great disciple.

The level of the detachment was too high for Hye-gwan to deal with, and the viciousness they showed was terrifying to the young Hye-gwan.

Therefore, Hyeon-gwang, who alone blocked the fearsome detachments, came to Hye-gwan as a hero.

That day, the hero suffered serious injuries because of himself. The attack aimed at Hye-Gwan by the special unit was countered by sending his body flying away.

Even now, Hye-gwan remembers the scene back then fondly.

The sight of Hyeon-gwang, Sa-baek, covered in blood as he struggled to protect Hye-gwan and other Shaolin disciples who had little status.

That’s why Hye-gwan voluntarily became an exterminator.

To repay the favor from back then. To regret my past self that was consumed by fear. To punish the damn demons who harmed the hero.

And Hyeongwang Sabaek, the benefactor who saved his life and an eternal hero, spoke to him.

“Hehehe. “Can you give me a drink too?”

“For Sabaek, it’s any amount… … . yes? Soo, you mean alcohol?”

Hye-gwan, who had been answering reflexively without thinking, asked in a puzzled tone.

“Hmm? Was that alcohol? “I understand that everyone said it was water.”

Saying that, Hyeon-gwang held out his hand, and the bottle of alcohol wrapped around the natural coil flew out of Hye-gwan’s hand and into Hyeon-gwang’s hand.

Jump, jump, jump.

“Hehehe. “It’s very delicious water.”

As Hyeon-gwang drank a glass of wine and spoke with a hollow smile, Hye-gwan looked at Hye-gwang with an expression of confusion. Her face looked like she was either smiling or crying.

Hyeon-gwang smiled hollowly and said to Hye-gwan.

“Are you okay?”

“radish… … What do you mean?”

“Anything.”

“… … “It’s bearable.”

In response to Hye-gwan’s answer, Hyeon-gwang nodded slightly with a benevolent expression.

“okay. If so, that’s it. “Choose the path you want to take.”

From then on, the two took turns drinking wine without much conversation.

Meanwhile, Beop-hye and Mu-jin’s sparring ended, and Mu-jin and Mu-gyeong began sparring afterwards.

“Hye-gwan.”

“yes. “Sabaek.”

“Can you look after that child often from now on?”

“Do you mean Mujin?”

When Hye-gwan asked in a curious tone, Hyeon-gwang looked at the sparring between Mu-jin and Mu-gyeong and answered.

“That child has learned the martial arts of Shaolin, but is moving forward on his own path. It is a road no one has been on, and it is an unsafe road. Simma might come to visit. So, can you often take care of a child named Mu-gyeong?”

“Wouldn’t it be better for you to teach rather than me?”

Hye-gwan was unable to resist even when Hyeon-gwang grabbed her back a little while ago and took the bottle of alcohol from her hand.

It is unclear how the sickly Hyeon-gwang regained his high status, but it was easy to guess that Hyeon-gwang’s level was higher than his own.

To Hye-gwan’s question, Hyeon-gwang answered with a mixture of various emotions.

“I think it’s still too early for me to teach that child ‘directly.’”

“ah… … .”

Hye-gwan was able to understand Hyeon-gwang’s words without difficulty. Even he himself couldn’t imagine the state of Hyeon-gwang right now. Even if Hyeon-gwang teaches Mu-jin, will Mu-jin be able to accept Hyeon-gwang’s teachings?

Of course, you may be able to understand and remember with your ‘head’. However, true enlightenment is not something that you remember with your head, but something that your mind and body follow.

The realization that I only remembered in my head was just a phrase, not an epiphany.

There were several other reasons why Hyeon-gwang made this request to Hye-gwan.

For example, it was to solve the problem of the child spending too much time receiving treatment and not being able to get along with other people in Shaolin.

So, last time I left it to Hye-geol and Mu-yul, and this time I was going to leave it to Hye-gwan and Mu-gyeong.

However, Hyeon-gwang did not dare to say such a thing out loud.

Instead, Hyeon-gwang looked pleased as he watched Mu-gyeong and Mu-jin spar.

“Isn’t it truly magnificent?”

“That’s right. “Sabaek.”

Hye-gwan, who always had a playful, somewhat evil-looking face, today looked at the children with an expression similar to Hyeon-gwang.

As ten or twenty years pass, those children will inherit the spirit of Hyegwan and Hyeongwang. He will become a pillar of Shaolin.

In the yard, Beop-hye, Mu-kyung, and Mu-jin spar. On the roof of the pavilion, Hyeon-gwang and Hye-gwan exchanged bottles of alcohol and watched the scene.

It was a scene like a painting.

… … .

Drinking alcohol at the Shaolin Temple.

“Kwaeeek!!”

Except for the fact that Mu-kyung, who is suffering from madness, is fainting after being hit by Mu-jin’s fist.

* * *

Meanwhile, at that time.

A pavilion located on one side of Shaolin Temple.

In a place called Chubodang (錘譜堂), an old monk and a middle-aged monk were talking with bitter faces.

“Master. If this continues, the disciples may not have enough food to eat in the winter.”

“her… … . “So, are you really saying that we shouldn’t accept new disciples next year?”

Chubodang was the party that managed Shaolin’s budget. And the two people having this impoverished conversation were Hyeonhyeong (賢明), the head of Chubodang, and his disciple Hyemin (慧敏).

Prestigious green onion. Shaolin is called Gupailbang and Taesanbukdu of Martial Arts.

At first glance, it may not have made sense for a Shaolin to be unable to feed their disciples due to lack of money, but the Shaolin were not that wealthy compared to other sects.

Due to their fair and fair principles, unlike other sects and families, they did not have separate funding sources.

Just small amounts of money offered by visitors to Shaolin. And the money sent by the secular clans was the only source of income.

In particular, Shaolin did not forcibly take money from the lay sects in accordance with their banner.

Since Shaolin was very frugal and had a long tradition, many people sent money, so that was enough.

If only a few issues weren’t involved.

“Anyway, too much money was spent on that kid named Mujin. “Master.”

“Uh huh. It was helpful to the development of Shaolin. “How could you refuse that?”

That was the purchase of Mujin’s exercise equipment in large quantities. In addition, money was flowing out as I bought tools to be used for Hyeon-gwang’s treatment.

But the real problem was different.

“Rather, isn’t the problem that so little money was sent from the Soga clan this year?”

“… … .”

It was a donation sent from the Soga clan.

Last year, it decreased by about 20%, and this year it decreased by 30% again, so the money coming in in two years has decreased by almost half.

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