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Episode 394: The Reunion of the Rich (1)
Ha. My mouth is open.
The swordsman's remarks pointed to the goal of this march.
The recognition of the world.
Whether it's the assurance of the prestigious Shaolin or the terror of force.
The point is that anything that gets recognized is enough.
It was a viewpoint that he, a political person, could not possibly understand.
In common parlance, he is not in his right mind.
The smiling Geommana with a proud expression, and the Machunsona who planned this.
Everyone is crazy.
It's already too late to stop it.
Because the temple with its large signboard hanging in front of them revealed its majesty.
Shaolin Temple
We have arrived at this place, which can be considered a symbol of the degree.
"Immeasurable Life Buddha."
The monks blocking the way bowed their heads and clasped their hands together.
Hyunyang moistened his parched lips and looked ahead.
The energy of Sungsan Mountain seems to have been condensed into a large stone, and its momentum is strong.
One hundred and eight warriors, each of whom has reached the extreme.
The 108 Arhats of the time. They claimed to be the gatekeepers. They must have known clearly that Ma Cheon-so's footsteps were heading this way.
"Well, I guess I couldn't have not known. They're making a fuss so openly."
Chun-gae said with a sigh.
Tension mounted in the imminent situation, and Hyun-yang looked at Ma-cheon-so with desperate eyes.
'Please… please… please… just pass quietly.'
The open mouth of the one-eyed demon was rude and showed no sign of manners.
"Open it."
Oh, Primordial Heavenly Being.
Hyunyang placed his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes tightly.
"Hmm…."
Even the 108 Arhats of Shaolin spat out a cold sigh, as if they were extremely displeased.
How can you be so rude as to suddenly barge into someone else's house and open the way?
This is just a bunch of crap. And some crazy punk at that.
“……Please eat.”
But then something amazing happened.
The 108 Arhats opened the way on both sides.
Could it be that Shaolin was scared? Did he acknowledge them? No. That couldn't be true.
Just looking at their eyes, they seem calm and collected, but if you touch them, they look like they'll fly three thousand times from all directions.
"That's fun."
Ma Cheon-so also made a sly remark, as if he was surprised.
"Once the path is open, just go! Hehehe! Let's go-!"
The moment Yalul Tak brushed past Ma Cheon So and confidently walked ahead.
Knock, knock, knock. The sound of the moktak rang out, and the pure, inner strength-filled mantra seeped into my ears.
"Om Ive Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha (Om Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha)."
"Om Ive Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha (Om Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha)."
Woohoo! Then something truly bizarre happened.
The path created by the 108 Arhats was scattered in a whirlwind of chaos, and soon the sound was cut off as if deafened.
Not only that, the ground beneath his feet shook and the world spun around.
"Oh my…!"
Yayul-tak, who had stretched out his leg without thinking, let out a scream and hurriedly took a step back.
I was so dizzy that I kept vomiting and losing consciousness.
Haryeong, I'm dying.
The only good thing is that as soon as I stepped back from the path of the Baekpal Arhats, I was fine again.
"What is this?"
Are you saying that you will open the way but not let me go?
The swordsman stepped forward, frowning. But even then, he turned back after only a few steps.
This is a mantra simultaneously unfolded by the 108 Arhats. How could anyone possibly endure and overcome this alone?
"I guess it has to be Shaolin after all."
The swordsman narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.
This was Shaolin's answer to a foolish question.
Ma Cheon-so did not harm anyone who opened the way, and only walked the single path.
And Shaolin opened the way without stopping it.
I just recited the mantra.
If Ma Cheon-so tries to suppress them here, they will be labeled as a disgusting demonic cult member, and if they turn away, they will end up kneeling before the Jeongpa.
Silence fell, and everyone focused on Ma Cheon-so's actions.
And finally.
Damn it.
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He took a step.
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The 108 Arhats of that time had a lot of accumulations.
For them, who were in the prime of their life, the events that had recently unfolded were by no means easy to endure.
The Demon Lord, who was said to be the pinnacle of evil in Shaolin, was living in Taprim and causing trouble, and now his son, Cheonma, was trying to trample on Sungsan.
Nevertheless, the head of the abbot and the treasure master ordered him to be invited inside.
How can that be?
This is unacceptable.
Then someone said:
'Since I came here on my own feet, shouldn't I leave on my own feet?'
The 108 Arhats all cried out in unison.
Just open the way, but don't let them come.
A smile appeared on their lips.
one.
"Ugh…!"
That was a choice that shouldn't have been made.
Thud, thud.
As Ma Cheon-so continued to walk, the 108 Arhats standing on either side of him would vomit blood and fall.
Tsk, tsk, tsk! He was merely walking down an empty street, but with each step his feet took, it felt as if a transparent membrane was being mercilessly torn apart. There was not a moment of hesitation.
"Cough…"
"town……."
The 108 Arhats, who were waiting for their turn while reciting mantras, opened their eyes like lanterns and were astonished.
What on earth is going on?
Is it a solo practice? Unless you're a swindler, it's impossible for a mere individual to block the unified mantra of the 108 Arhats.
No, this wasn't even a blocking.
I walk, cutting off their inner strength that has been tangled and twisted like a tangled thread.
The monks were suffering internal injuries from the internal energy that bounced back like a dragon's tail. They had fallen into the trap they had laid.
"Om Ive Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha (Om Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabha)!"
The remaining monks' mantras were recited louder as if supported by evil spirits.
One is useless.
"Ugh…."
The Macheonso itself was a sword and a flame.
How can you stop a fire with a thread?
When he reached the end of the line, only the blood that the 108 Arhats had spit out while prostrating themselves remained.
"You really are…."
It was foolish.
I took him too lightly.
Wasn't he the son of the Demon Lord and the leader of the time?
The 108 Arhats scolded themselves.
And Ma Cheon So… … .
He spoke seriously as he passed by.
"That's fun."
What? Wow, that's interesting… … ? Ugh!
The spirits of the monks who were groaning in pain were shattered, and as they lost control, the dantian they had barely been able to suppress radiated energy in all directions.
It is a precursor symptom of coin possession.
"The leader is leaving. Let's go-!"
Yal-Tak ran around shouting in joy.
These are the Cheonma Shingyo.
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If you go deeper into the Shaolin Temple pagoda forest, there is a pavilion in the green forest.
In the past, it was a place where Shaolin elders would take a walk and breathe deeply, but now it is the only place in Shaolin's thousand-year history that has been designated as a forbidden area.
Cheonwicheon.
The contemporary monk called it that.
“Aren’t you bored?”
A middle-aged man lying down with his arm resting on the back of his head, the leader of the martial arts world, Yang Tae-hong, asked the middle-aged man lying next to him.
"If you're asking me, it's okay for now. Teasing me isn't so bad either."
"Not me. I asked why you're wasting your time like this, like a bum."
"Boredom is when the unfamiliarity has completely dissipated. Having lived surrounded by people all my life, this quiet life is refreshing to me, and it's something I've always longed for."
Is that what the author called Ma-Jon would say now? And while lying in the backyard of Shaolin Temple?
Phew. The man sighed in frustration.
Since returning from Kunlun Mountain, Yang Tae-hong and Ma Tae-ping's daily lives have been a series of life-or-death struggles.
As if it were a showdown between Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, who were about to conquer the world, the heavens and the earth shook and Song Shan's screams reverberated incessantly.
Of course, looking back, it was just a fight between my younger brother who had secretly left home and my older brother Torajin, but at the time, it was so intense that all the monks of Shaolin stayed up all night and fought ten thousand times.
Anyway, although he had found stability now, as the free days continued, Yang Tae-hong began to feel anxious again.
Matthew also seemed to sense this and said with a chuckle.
"You're caught up in useless worries again. Do you think the martial arts world will be okay without you? You're mistaken. The world will run just fine without me."
"I'm not worried about the martial arts world, I'm worried about my family."
"Are you talking about your daughter?"
"It wouldn't be just that child. It's only natural for a head of a family to worry that the family might be caught up in trouble and suffer harm."
"Don't worry about anything," said Matthew, turning his head away with a hollow laugh.
"That will never happen."
He won't just leave my sister alone. He's more affectionate than you'd think. That's just like me.
"Are you really not worried at all, hyung?"
"I'm wondering what to eat for dinner tonight."
“Didn’t I tell you? I saw your brother’s children.”
Ma Tae-pyeong turned his head again. Yang Tae-hong had already risen from his seat and was sitting there with a sullen expression.
"so?"
"It looked dangerous. There were a lot of people chasing that child. I helped him get out of there, but I don't know what happened after that."
"Is that all?"
"Then what else should I think about?"
"I'm asking about your feelings. How did you feel when you saw that child?"
Why are you suddenly setting the date? Yang Tae-hong tilted his head, his memory blurred.
I didn't look closely, but clearly…
"It looks familiar."
"what?"
“Even though it was clearly the first time I saw her, it felt like I had known her for a long time… that’s how I felt.”
"Did you think he was your child?!"
"Why are you suddenly yelling? I just thought you looked a lot like your brother."
Ma Tae-pyeong's eyes, which had been furious, became as calm as a snow field, and soon he even smiled.
He got angry, then laughed. Anyway, I wonder if he's the leader of the previous Demonic Cult. He's mentally strange.
"He does look like me."
"Is that important now?"
"It's important. It's more important than anything else."
"Aren't you worried? I told you that Jeong, Sa, and Ma are all after that child. Then, as a father, I should…"
"Are you okay? I'm okay. You don't have to worry about him. That guy."
"older brother!"
When Yang Tae-hong shouted, Ma Tae-pyeong frowned and got up.
But let's see, let's see.
"If anyone saw me, they would think I was your son."
"That's not what I meant."
"No, that's right. You instinctively felt for that child."
Are you crazy? I knew you weren't in your right mind, but what kind of nonsense is this?
Yang Tae-hong looked up and down with a look of disbelief and shouted.
"What are you talking about?! Why would I be a child of the Demonic Cult…?"
"That must be what natural law is."
"……yes?"
Why is this natural law coming up here? Yang Tae-hong blinked, but Ma Tae-pyeong turned away, as if he didn't want to talk anymore.
Then he muttered as if something had come to mind.
"Come to think of it, I think the last time you showed up was in Gwangdong."
“Do you miss me now? You even kept me from going to the funeral.”
"hmm……."
Matthew let out a sigh of anguish and looked intently in one direction.
Yang Tae-hong also felt something strange and turned his head after a while.
and.
"You're here."
"This is…!"
The two people burst out in unison.
At the same time, a hot bet like an active volcano rushed into the pavilion.