Chapter - 331 Episode 331. Why is it crawling out of here? (1)



"……so the head of the room……."



"Turn it off……."



"Let's have another conversation with the writer.…."



"Turn it off."



"…Long storyteller, are you listening?"



Hyun Jong waved his hand with a white face when asked by Bop Kye. And he turned his head weakly and said in a dying voice.



"Cher, Chung-Myung. Hey, something to drink. Do you have anything to drink?"



"Here you are."



Chung-Myung held out a white tiger bottle as if he had prepared it in advance. But when Hyun Jong saw the bottle, he covered his mouth and sickened.



"Sue, not alcohol, is it?"



"It's water. Water."



"Oh, yeah.



Now I was sick and tired of just looking at that white bottle.



"You're such an ignorant bastard.'



No matter how happy you are, you made me faint by giving alcohol to a long writer. Is this what a dog's student would do?



It's not something he would say if he lost consciousness eating it.



Hyun Jong, who inhaled the water that Chung-Myung poured out with a slightly uncomfortable feeling, finally swept down his chest as if he was feeling a little better. He sighed deeply and opened his mouth while watching Bop Kye.



"I'm ashamed of myself for looking so ugly."



"……."



Usually, when you hear this,



'Don't worry.'



It would be polite to accept it with the words, but Bop Kye could never say it.



'It's just a bad thing to say.''



If it wasn't for the director's request, he would have screamed several times already. Where are the people who calmly grill meat and drink alcohol in Shaolin's compound?



This has never happened since Shaolin was born.



Everything is unprecedented.



Now, I was wondering how to interpret this "Hwasan" clique.



"So……."



Hyun Jong opened his mouth with a relaxed face.



"What did you say?"



Bop Kye opened his mouth as a class president.



"The director wants to talk to Jang again."



"Well, if I were to talk to you the other day, I don't think I can say anything more."



"No, Jang Moon-in. The head of the room said that he had never shared it with anyone before."



"Hm?"



Hyun Jong looked at Bop Kay with a bit of a question.



"And since this is something that only Hwasan can do, he wants to put aside each other's uncomfortable feelings for a while and have a conversation with Kang-ho's future and well-being." So……."



At that time, Chung-Myung, who was listening next to him, asked curtly, sticking out his head.



"What's so grandiose?"



Bop Kye, who couldn't finish his sentence, looked at Chung-Myung with a slightly upset face.



'I can't find any courtesy.'



But Bop Jeong's new party has once again brushed its ears not to create any dispute.



Taking a deep breath, he continued, ignoring Chung-Myung's words.



"You'll hear the details from the director. And if possible, Hwasan Sinryong wanted to see it together."



"Well."



Hyun Jong nodded quietly.



"All right, tell him I'll be right back."



"Yes, of course."



Bop Kye jumped out of his seat as if he didn't want to stay here for another second. Then he glanced at Chung-Myung and turned around without hesitation and left the room.



"Be brutal."



Chung-Myung sighed exaggeratedly and quivered.



"Chung-Myung아."



"Yes, a long writer."



"What do you think?"



When asked by Hyun Jong, Chung-Myung shrugged."Don't you think you'll sayin' obvious?"



"Well, that's obvious."



"There's not much we can do over there."



Hyun Jong swept down his chin.



Although Chung-Myung has a point, Hyun Jong, unlike him, focused on "how" instead of "how".



'Bop Jeong.'



The leader of Shaolin's



'It's only been a day.'



It was only yesterday that Chung-Myung's behavior and even threw up blood, but he moved so actively in just one day?



"Huh."



There was no way to deny this great performance anyway. At this point, he was able to lead a huge clique called Shaolin.



"I'm gonna have to reflect on my own."



"Yes, you ate too much. It was a little too much."



"……."



It's because of you, man!



"…come around…, Jang Moon-in……."



"Chung-Myung아……. Woo-hoo. You too……you be careful, too."



"Long story…….Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."



Hyun Jong shook his head as he was seen off by his students, who had become half dead due to a hangover.



"I don't think it'll take long. Get ready to leave in advance."



"Yes, Jang Moon-in……."



He sighed deeply and left the Cabinet with Chung-Myung.



"Well."



While walking quietly between the two, Hyun Jong looked around and let out a low voice.



"It's a completely different place from yesterday."



"Because everyone who came to watch would have gone back."



"I suppose so."



That means what they are seeing now is what Shaolin usually looks like. Although visitors were seen everywhere, there was a quiet and reverent atmosphere overall.



However, Hyun Jong did not miss the little hostility in the eyes of the passing Shaolin monks.



'As expected, you don't see it in a good light.'



He slowly walked and opened his mouth.



"Chung-Myung아."



"Yes, a long writer."



"What do you think the head of the room would say?"



"……Well."



"No. Before that."



Hyun Jong's voice has subsided a little.



"What do you think Hwasan should do from now on?"



Perhaps it is not an appropriate conversation for the three great disciples of a literary group to share. However, Hyun Jong never thought of Chung-Myung as a simple third-generation disciple.



"Well."



Chung-Myung scratched his cheek and grinned.



"I don't know."



"Yeah, I don't know...….Huh?"



Hyun Jong's head slowly turns to Chung-Myung.



"…Don't you know?"



"Yes."



"……then what did you say on the stage?"



"What?"



"Hwasan, didn't you say he was going on the Wasan road?"



"That's the way to go, if you just go. Do you really need to set it up before you go?"



"……."



Hyun Jong's head started to throb.



Was it really a good thing I trusted him?



Chung-Myung smirked when he saw Hyun Jong's expression.



"Anyway, one thing is for sure."



"Hm?"



"There's nothing to do with Sorim."



"…I see."



Hyun Jong was also well aware of that fact. The problem was that knowing that would be the same for Bop Jeong.



Still, wanting to meet them means that there is a proposal that goes beyond the whole situation. I couldn't leave Soongsan Mountain until I heard the proposal.



"Let's hear it. What they're talking about."



"Welcome."



Bop Jeong greeted Hyun Jong and Chung-Myung as class president.



He looked a little pale, but he still had a smile hanging around his mouth.



Hyun Jong quietly captured the ball.



"How are you feeling, Mr. Bang?"When asked how he was, Bop Jeong nodded slowly.



"Thanks to your concern, I was able to deal with it without any problems. I apologize for showing you how ugly I am."



Bop Jeong spoke softly and pointed forward.



"Sit down, please.



"Yes."



Hyun Jong sat quietly coughing in vain. This is the second time that I have visited here.



When I first entered Shaolin, I was chatting with Bop Jeong here and Chung-Myung...….No, the word that Hwasan's disciples are excitedly speaking of Haenampa's disciples…….



'No, come to think of it, we couldn't have a proper conversation because of him.'



In retrospect, it's a blessing in disguise, but...….



In any case, only about 15 days have passed, but the positions of the two sitting opposite each other have changed incredibly in that short period of time.



Bop Jeong poured tea into the cup. Then he held out his glass to two people. He was plain and easygoing, not to mention tea ceremony.



"Let's eat."



"Yes."



Hyun Jong poked Chung-Myung in the ribs, who didn't budge, after he hit the car. Only then did Chung-Myung lift the glass with a reluctant face.



Chung-Myung, who usually said he would drink cold water rather than tea, would not like it.



Then Bop Jeong smiled and said out of the blue.



"You seem to have had a good night."



"…What do you mean?"



Bop Jeong smiled subtly at Hyun Jong asking back.



"It's like it's got a scent."



Hyun Jong's face turned red as if embarrassed.



"I'm sorry. I think I need to soothe my disciples."



"That's right. That's possible."



It's kind of rude, but Bop Jeong didn't seem to blame it.



"But for what?"



"Yes, let me get straight to the point."



Bop Jeong sighed low and opened his mouth in a slightly heavy voice.



"Long-Written."



"Yes."



"Hwasan's actions at yesterday's competition put Shaolin in a very difficult position."



Hyun Jong couldn't answer and waited for Bop Jeong's next words with a vague smile. You don't have to say sorry for nothing to decide on this side.



"But Shaolin doesn't blame Hwasan for that."



"…Yes?"



"If you look at it, it's what Shaolin started. No, it's something that Kang Ho started. If you have the decency, how can you blame Hwasan?"



Hyun Jong looked at him with a slightly surprised look. At that time, I heard a dull voice next to me.



"That would have been meaningful if it had been said before the competition."



"……."



"Even before the final."



Bop Jeong's eyes wriggled slightly.



But he quickly regained his serene complexion.



"The small seal is not so wrong. It's all because I'm ugly."



In an unexpected response, Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth slightly as if he was interested.



'Look at this?'



But Shaolin's head. You mean he's not easy?



At this point, Chung-Myung began to wonder.



What does that Shaolin's room leader want to say with his pride bent?



I think he'll try to hold hands again somehow.'



He's not the one who doesn't know it's meaningless. That would mean that there is an offer that Hwasan will never reject.



"Now, the return of the old faction will not be making nonsense."If such a word came out, he would have tattooed plum blossoms directly on that shiny bald head.



When Chung-Myung urged him with his eyes, Bop Jeong coughed low and opened his mouth.



"The reason why I asked you is because something urgent has come up that Shaolin can ask Hwasan."



"What if it's urgent?"



Bop Jeong turned his head slightly and looked toward the door.



"Excuse me for a moment. Bop Kye, get inside."



"Yes!"



A firm answer was heard outside the door, and soon the door opened wide from side to side. Then something big wooden box came into the room.



A wooden box big enough for two people to barely lift.



Hyun Jong's face quickly hardened when he noticed that the object was a coffin.



"Room leader?"



"……Please wait a moment."



Hyun Jong alternately looked at the coffin and Bop Jeong with a face of unknown English. I have something to tell you.Why the hell are you bringing in a coffin?



Bop Kye put down the coffin and headed straight out again.



A relationship with three people.



The atmosphere of the room subsided subtly.



"Amitabha Buddha."



Bop Jeong stared at the two with subdued eyes, reciting his disapproval.



"Sorim's inner family is spread out in the world."



"It's only natural...…."



"The body in this coffin is a disciple of Samgwangmun, one of Shaolin's inner houses. At Shaolin's request, he was on a mission to spy on the North Sea."



"…Did you say the North Sea?"



"Yes, it's the North Sea. However, it was to check the level of entry into the North Sea at best. The cause is no longer allowed to enter the North Sea."



"But why did you come back here dead? Was there a conflict with the North Sea Ice Palace?"



Then it's really out of the ordinary.



The palace and the middle ground were deep and deep enough to cause a war with only a small problem.



Isn't that why Chung-Myung and his group went through so much trouble to get into Unnam?



But Bop Jeong shook his head.



"Then it would be better."



"…rather?"



Then what the hell?



The eyes of Hyun Jong and Chung-Myung were questionable. Bop Jeong once again rose from his seat and approached the coffin with a low cry of disapproval.



Then, I opened the lid of the coffin with an unhesitating touch.



"Well!"



Hyun Jong's face is distorted. Who would be so happy to see the body right under his nose.



"But why are you...….'



It was that moment.



Flinch.



Surprised Hyun Jong looked next to the stroke. Chung-Myung, sitting next to him, was exuding a tremendous amount of flesh that he had never felt before.



However, the murder suddenly disappeared like a mirage without a chance to confirm it.



Is it an illusion?



Then Chung-Myung slowly wakes up from his seat.



Then he came very close to the coffin.



The cold eyes closely identified the body in the coffin.



As expected, red and black spots stood out clearly over the pale skin of the body.



"……MAMAHA."



Crunch!



Chung-Myung glared at Bop Jeong, grinding his teeth. His eyes were like hungry beasts.



"Magyo?"



"Amitabha, Shaolin is suspicious of that, too."



Tendons sprang up on Chung-Myung's jaw, which had a bad mouth.



In fact, it was suspicious and there was nothing to do.



It's a horse. It is a wound that occurs in the bodies of those who have been paralyzed.



It's not even a clumsy cartoon like I saw in the Hwang Dae-in incident. It's a "real" potion that I've seen countless times in the past."Magyo……."



Chung-Myung's mouth is cruelly distorted.



"Explain it."



There was a chill in his voice.



"What's going on?"