Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 175

Episode 175

The King of Fists, even if it's just for a very short moment

Danwoo-seong slept as if he had fainted until the dumplings arrived.

Although he still had some energy left, he thought that it would be advantageous to take a nap to fight better.

Descending Mount Guhwa and buying dumplings took longer than expected. It was already dark outside, but to Dan Woo-sung, the sleep felt like a fleeting moment.

“Master, the King of Fist?”

The peddler, who had gone all the way to the market and had managed to get half meat dumplings and half vegetable dumplings, looked down at Danwoo Castle.

The bridge overpass ran without stopping for a moment, bought dumplings, and then ran up Mount Guhwa again.

As Danwoo-seong opened his eyes and got up, Gyo-gak sighed in relief and put down the long bamboo container containing the dumplings and water in front of him.

“I safely bought some dumplings. Luckily, one of my donors runs a dumpling shop.”

What on earth is a dumpling errand?

The bridge looked at the king with a proud expression.

"Thank you. I don't know if I'll eat this. No, I will. I have to make it that way. People can't even eat dumplings."

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong looked outside at the darkened sky and said.

“Thanks to you, I slept well.”

The throbbing pain had subsided considerably. As he was leaving, carrying the dumplings and the bamboo tube, Danwoo-seong spoke as if he were making a promise.

“Oh, Monk Gyo-gak. I will help you with the expansion of Cheon-dae-sa Temple later.”

The bridge pier responded.

"yes?"

Danwoo-seong smiled.

“Please be aware of that.”

Since it was something that could only be accomplished if one survived, I couldn't just declare it outright. However, having received help from Monk Gyo-gak here, I intended to not just donate a large sum of money, but to help Cheon-dae-sa Temple remain a magnificent temple for hundreds of years to come.

The bridge said to Danwoo-seong, who was walking in tattered clothes.

“Should I give you some monk’s robes? It’ll be cold at night.”

"It's okay. It'll tear again anyway. Sooner or later, when even my pants are all tattered, I'll give you a set."

"yes."

The bridge shackle looked at Danwoo Sung's back again.

Suddenly, when he heard that he would help with the expansion of the temple, the bridgeman said this without realizing it.

“Master, the King of Fist.”

Danwoo-seong looked back.

"yes."

“Then, please build a temple of the underworld here later.”

“What is the register?”

“It is also called Jijangjeon (地藏殿), and you can think of it as a place where Jijang Bodhisattva (地藏菩薩) is enshrined.”

Danwoo Sung responded as if he would do so.

“Okay, I will do that.”

The sergeant looked at the king with a smile and asked.

“Does Master Ksitigarbha know Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?”

“I don’t know.”

The bridge pier said.

"He is a Bodhisattva who has renounced his own attainment of Buddhahood. He has also vowed not to attain Buddhahood himself until all sentient beings who have wandered on the path of evil have attained Buddhahood."

Danwoo Seong didn't know much about Buddhism, so he had no choice but to answer like this.

"Well, you're a wonderful person. I'll use my own money to build a memorial hall here. I owe you a great debt."

The sage looked at the king blankly and then put his hands together.

"Don't worry. Come back for another meal. I'll be waiting. You can come with your gentlemanly master."

"All right."

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As Danwoo returned to the empty lot with dumplings and water, the gentleman's master opened his eyes. It was impossible to hide what he was holding from such a master. He couldn't help but be surprised when he suddenly brought dumplings…

The gentleman's master asked.

“Your Majesty, haven’t you eaten yet?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"I did, but Monk Gyo-gak told me to take it to Master Gentleman. I'll prepare a breakfast for you, so eat. If you keep fasting, I'll be fighting against you, and it'll only make me feel worse."

The gentleman made a face of absurdity.

"her."

At that moment, Danwoo-seong fearlessly flew towards Gunjabong Peak, glared at the gentleman, and placed the bundle containing the dumplings and the bamboo tube before him. Then he returned to the empty lot and sat cross-legged.

The gentleman closed his eyes as if he was not going to talk because he could talk nonsense.

I was thinking of recovering my internal energy using the Samramansangchukgi technique.

Danwoo Seong spoke as if declaring war with his eyes closed.

"If you don't eat it, I won't fight you. If you were human, you'd eat dumplings. If you could survive without food, it would mean I was unbeatable in the first place. If you refuse to eat it, I'll stop this pointless fight and die at your hands. I've already had two meals here. This wouldn't be fair."

As Danwoo Seong closed his mouth after saying these words, silence fell over the empty lot and Gunjabong Peak.

Danwoo-seong swallowed his curses inwardly.

"Are you saying you can't even eat dumplings? You crazy old man, eat quickly. No, no. Eat slowly. I'm having a hard time too."

I didn't intend to tell the story of how much Master Gwangshin loved dumplings.

I thought it was right to leave it alone because I expected the gentleman would know.

A moment later, while breathing with the Samramansangchukgi technique, Danwoosung lowered his head and, with a deep exhalation, fell asleep. The Samramansangchukgi technique, as the name suggests, involves breathing naturally with all things in the universe. But at the moment, sleeping felt more natural than restoring his inner strength, so he drifted off to sleep.

Of course, the gentleman was also staring blankly at the sight of Danwoo-seong, who was sleeping as if he had fainted while sitting cross-legged.

It was understandable, since he had been beating himself up all night.

But it was also a wonder that there was a man who could sleep in front of him.

Only then did the gentleman look at the dumplings wrapped in a cloth.

I wasn't hungry, but I felt thirsty, so I sniffed the water in the bamboo tube. Even though I was already incurable, it was an old habit. I lifted the bamboo tube and drank.

It tasted sweet again.

It was also water that the King thought he could only drink after he had met a death he could accept.

Suddenly, someone's voice was heard in the gentleman's memory.

“Go buy some dumplings.”

“Yes. What kind of dumplings would you like to buy?”

“What kind of dumplings?”

“Well, there are many kinds. Some have meat in them, some are spicy.”

“Then let’s try everything first. Buy them all little by little.”

“Understood, Master.”

As I searched through old memories, I realized that the voice of the man who had sent me on the dumpling errand was that of the gentleman himself.

But I couldn't remember who the disciple who had gone on that errand was. It was strange that such a smart man couldn't remember.

Was it because there were too many disciples?

Or maybe it was because the dumpling errand was too trivial.

It could be because there were many disciples that he had killed with his own hands, and many disciples that he had taught a few martial arts techniques to but then neglected and forgotten about.

But it is something that clearly remains faintly in my memory.

Maybe it was something I remembered while eating dumplings.

The gentleman opened the bundle and took a bite of a large dumpling. He chewed slowly, pondering who his disciple was. He ate a meat dumpling, then a vegetable dumpling, and then drank all the water in the bamboo tube.

The gentleman suddenly muttered.

“······Ah, I don’t remember at all.”

Dan Woo-seong, who had been in a near-death sleep for a moment, opened his eyes and answered.

“What did you say?”

“He said he didn’t remember.”

“What?”

The gentleman looked at Danwoo Castle.

“It’s a small thing.”

"People seem to naturally forget trivial things. But it's somewhat surprising that a gentleman's master forgot. Please tell me what you forgot."

The gentleman said:

“I just… don’t remember who the disciple who sent me on the dumpling errand was.”

As soon as he heard the gentleman's words, Dan Woo-seong's eyes shook violently. When Dan Woo-seong reacted with unusual intensity, the gentleman asked.

“But why?”

Danwoo-seong blinked his eyes and replied.

“Why don’t you remember that? I think I know.”

“What are you talking about?”

Danwoo Seong replied with a half-astonished expression.

“Why don’t you know what I know?”

“······.”

“Master, why don’t you ask why I don’t know?”

“How can you tell which disciple I sent to get the dumplings······.”

Suddenly the gentleman closed his mouth.

Danwoo Seong said.

"Oh, it's strange how you couldn't know that. The person who ran the errand would never forget it."

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong looked at the spot where Gwangshin had been sitting and said.

"Running errands for dumplings was something Master Gwangsin often asked Cheol Myeong-ho to do. I wondered why he'd make him do it so often…"

Danwoo-seong let out a long sigh and his eyes turned red.

The disciple who had been sent on a dumpling-making errand by his gentlemanly master must have been a fanatic. He'd only eaten one or two, so why did he order them so often? Cheol Myeong-ho ate most of the remaining dumplings.

Maybe he did it so he wouldn't forget.

Just so I don't forget.

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong washed his face with one hand. As he did so, his expression turned truly menacing.

Danwoo Seong asked the gentleman.

“Do you remember now? Who it was?”

The gentleman nodded as he recalled his memories.

“Now that I think about it, I remember. That’s what happened.”

Danwoo Seong said.

"They said Cheol Myeong-ho was a crazy old man, and it turns out it was true. The man you sent to buy dumplings is my master. Why do you forget that? You crazy, crazy old bastard. Come over."

Danwoo-seong stood up and glared at the gentleman.

“Now that you’ve rested, come over. I’ll smash that old, rotten piece of shit to pieces.”

The gentleman asked.

“Your Majesty, where did your manners suddenly go?”

"I'm also a rude person to begin with. Cheol Myeong-ho and I were both bottom-of-the-table dogs, so that's how we were. And I have even less manners to show to a senile old man. Come over, you crazy old bastard!"

Suddenly, despite the geographical disadvantage, Danwoo-seong stretched out in a straight line and rushed at the gentleman sitting on Gunjabong Peak.

Even the gentleman had no choice but to rise up.

The King of Fists was an opponent he had fought all night. Now that they knew each other's tactics well, he wasn't an opponent he could just sit back and defeat.

There was no way for either of them to gain the upper hand.

All he could do was force it into a showdown of strength and repel the King of Fist. The excited Danwoo-seong and the still-calm Gunja clashed dozens of times with martial arts and long-distance techniques on the not-so-wide Gunja Peak. Then, with all variables removed, their fists clashed fiercely.

Kwaaaa …

Danwoosung's new form stretched out into the open space. Danwoosung couldn't help but faint for a moment as it flew by. The shockwave of tension surged through his body, shaking his brain to the core.

Danwoo Sung suddenly fell to the ground and rolled around three or four times before coming to his senses.

The gentleman was watching the dumpling bundle being swept away by the waves and flying somewhere towards Mount Guhwa.

'He was a fanatic. The guy who sent me on an errand…'

When the gentleman suddenly turned his head······.

The King of Fists was rising again. It was a miracle he could rise at all. He had unleashed a vast force of energy he had never needed to use against any opponent.

The gentleman laughed heartily.

“He’s strong.”

Danwoo-seong paced around like a tiger, then grabbed his tattered shirt with his hands, tore it off, and threw it away. Then, he suddenly looked up blankly at the night sky.

Today was full of stars.

Danwoo-seong looked up at the night sky and unconsciously recited his master's words.

“Did all the dead become stars?”

“······.”

"I don't know. What joy can there be in simply shining in the night sky? I won't become a star."

Danwoo Seong looked at the gentleman.

"Your disciple said it. My master said it too. What on earth did you do to my master? Why on earth did you do it? Even without someone tormenting you, it's difficult to simply survive, endure, and survive in this world… People can't all live as if they're so knowledgeable about everything as you are. If you can't even remember why you committed such evil deeds, then it's time for you to die."

Danwoo-seong gestured for them to come over to the empty lot.

“Come here. I will kill you.”

As Danwoo-seong suppressed his excitement with a strange look in his eyes, the gentleman spoke.

"King Fist, I've been invincible for a long time. It's been over half a century since I felt invincible. Don't you know I've kept you alive because I have so much to teach you? That's impossible."

Danwoo Seong responded to the gentleman's words while in a state of trance.

"Understood, come over. You are invincible. I have confirmed it. However, change in a person is entirely determined by the heart…"

Danwoo Seong looked at the gentleman with a calm mind.

"With all my heart… I will become a god, even if it is only for a brief moment. There has never been a true rival to you before, and there will never be one after. I am the only one."

While he was speaking, Danwoo Sung's eyes turned white.