Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 39

The old monk’s favor (3)

Shaolin martial arts had a majesty and restraint that seemed to carry even the power of the soul.

At first glance, it seemed simple, but it wasn’t. The secret to striking was profound and complex.

But I have seen enough of each court’s laws.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t wait for an answer. She started turning from the heel.

At the same time, I felt a flow from my waist to my right arm. It was free and strong.

Phew!

Although it looks simple, it is a small movement that produces great strength. It is the miracle of lifting a thousand pounds on your own.

Originally, it was the principle of martial arts to withstand a great blow with very little force. Now it was different. A powerful regime was extended with a short awakening.

Phew!

The body of the person who had been hit in the back with his body twisted staggered. His eyes opened wide in shock.

Even to Jeong Yeon-shin who felt the weight, it felt like a considerably heavy fist.

It must have been strange for each party not to feel the wave.

The slap fight began. The complex trajectories and the afterimages of hands and feet became tangled.

As the sum was divided, Jeongyeonshin suffered even more. From the beginning, there was no comparison in terms of depth of experience and martial arts.

But it was fun. The feeling of the sword being thrown with the magic light assisting the turn off was completely new.

In the meantime, the impact of the opponent’s fists and feet did not penetrate deeply. There was no pain, only the fun of hitting.

His physical body had already surpassed even that of a small monk.

Flutter- boom!

Jeong Yeon-shin gave a pat with the wide left sleeve of her shirt. At the same time, her right hand’s sleeve crushed the shoulder hem of Gakjeong’s shirt.

The feeling of the lyrics being rough penetrated deeply. It was a state of staggering every time I was hit by Jeong Yeon-shin’s single blow.

An old, haggard voice was heard from a distance.

“Did you take the form and style of Shaolin Five Martial Arts? No, no. The method is the same. Rather, it is one level higher. The application range of the martial arts has expanded. How can that be? It is like creating a new martial art······.”

Heonwonchang glanced at Wonjong Seonsa, who was muttering incessantly next to him.

Not all masters of Shaolin Temple are famous. In addition to the monks, there were many monks.

There were monks who studied Buddhism and monks who devoted themselves to Buddhism.

Wonjong Seonsa. It was different from Sosinseung Gakjeong. It was a Buddhist name I heard for the first time.

“If you focus on something in the mountains, you can achieve something like that. Isn’t that right?”

“Hmm? Hmm······.”

Heonwonchang approached Jihyun, who was standing next to him, and whispered in her ear as if he was friendly.

Shin Ya-hyun couldn’t hide her trembling expression as she avoided Ji-hyun’s head, but he didn’t care.

“Jeong So-hyeop’s body is known to those who know him. It is said that he was considered a man of extraordinary strength even in our Ma Gwang-ik. There was once an incident like this. It was when Jeong So-hyeop was taking a bath. The maids who managed the pavilion were bringing him water, but they went out and came back to sneak a peek. Anyway, they were also from Iphwangseong and were very brave. And what happened… Hmm? Why did you do that?”

“I’m not that curious.”

“Huh, other people seem to be listening with great interest.”

While they were talking, the decision was made.

Gakjeong and Jeongyeonshin stepped back at the same time, as if they were reflecting each other’s longing.

“If you do this, I’ll really have to use the Myungjeongdan. Either way.”

“I have learned a thing or two. Let’s listen to the monk’s sermon.”

Gakjeong laughed loudly at Jeongyeonshin’s calm words.

“Your personality is truly plain. How nice it would have been if I had a disciple like Jeong So-hyeop under me. In reality, they are all so arrogant that even if you scold them with martial arts and illegal methods, it doesn’t work at all. Anyway, I also couldn’t defeat So-hyeop. To be honest······”

The smile of Gakjeong, who resembled the god of Buddhism in India, Weitacheon, was strangely stiff.

He continued speaking slowly.

“I was also afraid. I thought that the scrolls would be destroyed one by one soon because they were not working. This was also my defeat. If Sohyeop listens to the sermon, I will also listen to Sohyeop’s request at some point.”

“great.”

Jeongyeon Shin nodded her head coolly.

I got three today. They were all great.

Experiencing Shaolin Kwon-gak’s first-class skills firsthand will be a great help to your own martial arts knowledge.

The famous elixir, Myeongjeongdan, could save one’s life.

The right to entrust Kangho’s affairs to Soshinseung was also a great asset.

‘Shinya Baekmupa. This is how fate leads.’

I walked with Monk Gakjeong, feeling the strangeness of Murimsa.

The moon was rising whitely beyond the halo of sunset. It seemed wrong to return to the guest room today.

He made a nod to the black-haired thugs who were looking at him with frightened eyes.

We decided to listen to the sermon and stay overnight in the quickly cleaned-up hall.

Shin Ya-hyun’s Ji-hyun ran away in a daze.

It seemed like the wealth he had received from the Shinya Baekmu faction was quite large. Jeongyeonshin hoped that Majin would do his part.

“The first patriarch of the Central Plains Zen Buddhism, Master Dharma, said······”

The day ended with the illegal lectures of each minister.

There was an anecdote that Master Dharma told Hyega that the anxious mind has no substance.

The many blood clots that occurred at a young age sharpened Jeongyeonshin’s spirit like a sword.

On the contrary, a heart that has become indifferent to the lives of others has become accustomed to living with a limited lifespan.

It is said that Zen Buddhism transmits the Buddhist law orally. Jeongyeonshin’s anxiety did not disappear immediately after hearing a single sermon.

However, he was able to learn the idea that penetrated the martial arts of the Buddha. It was a new world. For a moment, a sky-blue light flashed across Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Wonjong Seonsa was looking at him strangely from a corner of the bed.

* * *

Everyone woke up when dawn seemed almost dusk.

I watched Wonjong and Gakjeong arguing while having breakfast together.

Jeong Yeon-shin and Heon Won-chang moved their spoons and listened silently to the two monks’ argument.

It seemed like a regular thing, but the general’s face was pale as if he couldn’t breathe.

“The term ‘Pasahyeonjeong’ is not just a part of an abstract dharma. It is a real power. It is a magical power that destroys the power accumulated by a group of evil spirits like the Blood Flame Cult! Sorcery and martial arts were originally one. The immeasurable skills of the ancestors were divided into two and called as such!”

“You are creating a martial art to kill the Blood Flame Cult Leader. You have converted to Buddhism.”

Gakjeong leaned over and whispered to Jeongyeonshin as if telling her to listen. Jeongyeonshin herself didn’t know how close they had become.

‘It doesn’t seem like it’s worth revealing the corruption of the four branches of government.’

The words and actions of the two people who appeared to be grandparents were quite childish.

Enough to shatter the vague feeling I had about Shaolin.

“How is that wrong? It is something that must be done for the sake of all living beings in the world!”

“Good. If you have the chance, you should open the world of killing! But, Your Majesty, you devote your life to killing people! It is a life without hell. How can you not consider the hearts of the four hundred and four evil spirits?”

“My troubles are truly insoluble. I realized this after more than ten years of practice. I will live only if the Blood Flame Cult leader dies.”

Jeongyeonshin was slightly surprised. Myeonbyeok was a famous training method.

It was said to be a practice of meditating while looking at a wall.

It comes from the story of Master Dharma sitting in front of a wall for nine years before attaining enlightenment.

‘Did the Blood Flame Cult wipe out even their own family? Like me.’

But the court seemed indifferent. It opened its mouth as if it had heard the same thing dozens of times.

“In the first place, our monks’ Prajna Great Power and Unsurpassed Great Power are more than enough to deal with blood attacks. Shaolin martial arts have been strong against blood attacks since the beginning. There is no greater conflict than this.”

“That’s not enough, isn’t the Blood Flame Cult Leader still alive?”

“What you want is to create a completely new lineage. Even a hundred years would not be enough to accomplish this.”

“The magical power of martial arts was originally one of Shaolin’s martial arts. Haven’t I told you this many times? If you have the actual Guanyin Qinggangsu (觀音靑剛手), you can easily break the skulls of evil spirits!”

“Your Majesty, your words and actions are a bit… and how can you possibly… burn the martial arts skills that have been burned to the ground… No, that’s not right.”

The meal ended only after each person shook their heads. Five people stood up in an awkward atmosphere. Only Jeong Yeon-shin’s expression was strange.

‘Guanyin Cheonggangsu.’

Just hearing it, it seemed like it would be extremely powerful in a fierce battle with the Blood Flame Cult.

Martial arts that contain the power of Buddha. I became interested in them. In addition, I learned something new about the fact that there are conflicting forces in martial arts.

There was a fundamental difference in nature that was different from destruction.

‘It’s interesting because it’s a martial art specialized in one area.’

There were many strong people, including blue and black.

It was a new beginning for Jeong Yeon-shin, whose martial arts skills were still lacking.

Just knowing that something like that existed made me feel like I could create something.

The mysterious nature of Shaolin martial arts and the meaning that runs through Shaolin Zen Buddhism.

I knew the form of the herbivore and the will to fill it with energy. It was no different from what I had thrown at Jeongyeonshin.

That was when.

“I wondered why he wasn’t coming back until morning. There’s no way he’d be defeated by someone like Heukdo.”

Margin came at once with a surprising new method.

Behind him, the Magwangik masters passed through the main gate of the Shinya Baekmu faction. Majin, who had glanced at Wonjong, Gakjeong, and the commander, opened his mouth again.

“The Shaolin monks are here. We’re surrounded, so there’s no time to greet them.”

“You said it was a siege?”

Jeongyeon Shin asked.

“It’s the Blood Flame Cult. The news has leaked out. It seems Haomun has definitely betrayed me. I have to survive for now.”

The tone was not relaxed. There was also tension. It was hard to believe that it was said by a black-faced person.

Jeongyeon Shin glanced around.

I finally felt like I had encountered the true power of the Blood Flame Cult.

At some point, I couldn’t hear the birds in the surrounding forest.

“······.”

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew. It felt like it was crawling into my cheek. The sound brushing past my ear was eerie.

The encirclement of the martial arts forces was said to be a wide area of defense.

There was even something called the Cheonrajimang (天羅地網), which was a metaphor for a net spread across the sky and the earth.

“Go through the front gate.”

Margin said. He was already holding a large sword in his hand.

The Ma Gwang-ik soldiers each drew their weapons. Jeong Yeon-shin felt it.

The masters who didn’t even make a sound of drawing their swords were tense.

Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye came close to him. Heonwonchang was also with them.

“If you happen to leave the line, let’s meet at the Uicheon Sword House. It’s a martial arts world in Pyeongjeongsan. It also serves as the Hannam branch of Iphwangseong, so if you survive, you’ll be treated with great respect.”

“Are you joking?”

Before people could even laugh at Cheongmyeong’s seemingly random remark.

The wall of the fence shattered with a loud bang.

There was a being walking with clear footsteps, as if whatever was blocking the way was a door that had been opened.

Damn it.

She was a strangely beautiful woman. Black hair and red eyes. It was a look I had never seen before.

“hi.”

Light and casual speech and behavior.

The hair that was blowing in the breeze was pitch black. It wasn’t usually dark.

It felt darker than the night sky, like the black robe he was wearing.

On the contrary, her lips were always red, as if they were soaked in blood. It was a stark contrast to her white skin.

The prayer wrapped around his entire body was strange. Even the hem of his long robe, fluttering, felt strange.

‘That.’

Jeongyeon Shin knew it the moment she saw it.

It is said that as the martial arts skills of the Blood Flame Sect’s warriors increase, their hair turns black.

Her hair was literally pitch black.

An apostle of the Blood Flame Church. If she were a woman, she would be the seventh apostle.

He was already famous for his strong will and vicious nature.

“Seven Apostles.”

Margin’s voice was like a growl that came from deep within his stomach.

“How stupid. You don’t even know about the ambush.”

The voice was beautiful. The seventh apostle of the Blood Flame Sect walked over with a bright red smile.

It’s a light step, but it exudes both a charming elegance and a fearsome aura.

There is an atmosphere that reminds me of a swamp. It is on a different level from the Blood Sword.

“You are the island girl. The future of Ip Hwang Seong.”

Her gaze turned to Jeong Yeon-shin, who had stopped ten steps ahead.

The eyes were like smooth jade made from blood. There seemed to be interest in the extremely red, crimson eyes.

She smiled.

“Your nape is quite pretty.”

“Look at me, Seven Apostles.”

Chilsado glanced at the one-step spiral margin and looked away indifferently.

As he snapped his long fingers, Blood Flame Cultists appeared from all directions. Jeong Yeon-shin felt her vision turn red.

There seemed to be at least a hundred redheads, and there seemed to be twenty of them, including the Blood Demon Swordsmen.

“Here.”

The Seven Apostles licked their lips.

“I will kill the future and present of Ma Gwang-ik.”

“······!”

At the same time, her hands became blurred. Ma Guang-ik and the Shaolin masters were assessing the enemy’s power.

It came rushing in like a bloody thunderbolt with a desperate aura.

A red-hot knife flashed as if it was about to pierce Jeong Yeon-shin’s forehead in an instant.

Paaak!

Jeongyeonshin grabbed it and twisted her body. It seemed as if her body had reacted to the strange power before she realized it.

The aftereffects of the career were so overwhelming that I took a step back, but the energy that was still in my grasp felt unfamiliar.

It relieves the blood stasis in the dagger. It felt like the sermons of the monk I had heard all night were ringing in my ears.

-May the three poisons be eliminated forever and the six sense organs always be clean.

The meaning of Buddhist scriptures and the style of Shaolin martial arts were being transformed into some kind of conclusion.

Did Master Dharma also do this? At this moment, there was an unfinished martial art that was moving.

The masters of Ma Gwang-ik turned their heads in surprise and flinched. The sky-blue that occasionally shone in Seomye’s eyes had strangely turned blue.

“The apostle also uses the martial arts of the Blood Flame Sect.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

Chilsado was laughing as if he found it amusing. Jeongyeonshin, who had been staring at her quietly, slowly opened her mouth again.

“Your martial arts are easy to handle.”

He said with a gleam in his blue eyes.