Jo-Gol looked over the ice lake with a look of incomprehension.
"…What are you doing?”
"Do you understand me?"
"I'm asking you to catch some fish, why are you doing that?”
"You're fooling me.”
Sitting on a chair, Chung-Myung was holding a fishing rod. At the end of the fishing rod, which was several times larger and thicker than normal, the rope was wound and stretched into the water.
"…Which fish bites that?”
"If the lake is this big, there could be a crazy fish in it. Chung-Myung is the same guy."
"……You have to make sense."
Baek Cheon sighed deeply.
"But you've seen something, and you've made a pretty good scar."
Anyway, isn't there a fishing rod or a fishing line or something?
But Jo-Gol seemed completely different.
"Well, that makes sense? Sasook. Isn't Chung-Myung too generous to him these days? If that's plausible, then it's similar to mine."
Then Yoon-jong, who was listening to their conversation, looks at Jo-Gol with a sour face.
"I can't relate to it because there are too many metaphors."
"Do what's appropriate. Just the right one."
Jo-Gol gave him a bit of a sad, pathetic look, but Yoon-Jong didn't comfort him.
"But what are you really doing?”
"Well, let's go for now.
Baek Cheon sighed and walked fast toward Chung-Myung. Normally, Chung-Myung would have deliberately ignored whatever he did because it would be better if he didn't care as much as he could. But now things are too urgent for that.
He approached Chung-Myung, humming.
"What are you doing?"
"You don't know when you see it? It's fishing.”
"You told me to get the fish."
Baek Cheon's forehead was distorted by his nonchalant response.
"Hey, dude! It's one o'clock in a hurry. What kind of fun is this? How can you catch a fish like this!"
"Of course I'm caught. He's fishing."
"No matter how much fish it is, how can it bite? That one?
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."
When Baek Cheon hit his chest as if he was stiff, Chung-Myung clicked his tongue. Then he shook his head and said in a voice like a grandfather who had given up.
"Dongryong, Dongryong. You're so short-sighted that you can't live off your food."
"Fishing is something you shouldn't rush into. You have to wait as if you're fishing for time. Things to be fished are naturally fished."
"That doesn't make any sense.…!”
But at that moment, Chung-Myung's fishing rod began to pull tight.
Baek Cheon opened his eyes wide when he saw the thick branches bending.
"Wow, that's a big fish! I told you, Sasook, didn't I?
Baek Cheon's face trembled as he saw Chung-Myung holding his fishing rod tightly in joy and joy.
"…...you're gonna catch this? This?"
No, this is way over the top!
Even if it's a fish, isn't this too much?
Chung-Myung, who stood with his legs slightly wide apart, pulled up the fishing rod with full force.
Seeing that strong, thick-looking fishing rod bend from side to side, it seemed like a big fish.
Did you catch a fountain flower or something like that's it.’
A carp that lived 10,000 years and became a house-sized creature is called a fountain flower. Back in the day, I would've said, "There's no such thing in the world." But I saw a live forehead with my eyes. What is there not to have?
And maybe this guy's really gonna get a fountainhead...….It was that moment.
When Chung-Myung held onto the fishing rod and gave it strength, the surface shook and bubbled up.
Baek Cheon, Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol swallowed dry saliva looking at the sleep with nervous eyes.
The convex one.
Something round rose as if the sun were rising in the sea.
All three of them opened their eyes wide in the form of something round wet and shiny.
"Ba, it's not even the sea. What's with the octopuses?"
"…...or is it, or is it, or is it, or is it a spirit?"
Before he could identify what had risen, Chung-Myung pulled hard on the fishing rod he was holding.
And at that moment, the three of them opened their mouths wide enough to no longer open.
A familiar shape hung at the end of the tightly pulled string.
Round hair and familiar Hwangpo...….
"Hye, Hye Yeon!"
"Why is Buddhist monk Hay Yeon coming out of there...…?”
"No. Is that crazy guy really?"
No, Hye Yeon was dragged up holding the fishing line with one hand and a large net with the other. The net was literally full of fluttering fish.
Falling on the ice holding onto the net, he trembled.
Not only their lips but also their whole body turned blue, the three of them panicked and hurried.
"Ahhhhh! Are you okay, monk?"
They packed several blankets on the cart and ran to Hye Yeon. But Chung-Myung screamed.
"There's no blanket for that! Bring it here!"
"What, what are you going to do?"
"Don't freeze the fish and get it with you said.
"Hey, you crazy bastard! What's wrong with fish when people freeze to death?"
"It's okay. I won't die. I won't die."
Chung-Myung took away the blanket they brought and wrapped the net in its entirety. He also wrapped the entire net on top of the fur he had placed on the cart to make sure he was not relieved.
Chung-Myung looked at the fish on the cart with a pleased face.
"Sir! Wake up!"
"Bae, Baek Cheon Poetry…"….”
"I've seen…… I've seen…….”
Hye Yeon smiled graciously with a blue face. And muttered in a dying voice.
"The Bodhisattva will beckon to me...….”
"Ahhhh! Monk! Wake up!"
"If you follow it, you'll die! Monk!"
The three hurriedly shook Hye Yeon, who was losing consciousness, to wake her up.
"Why the hell was the monk in there?”
Hye Yeon answered Baek Cheon's question trembling.
"Sa, it's about saving people...….”
The three, who roughly figured out how things would have gone with Hye Yeon's answer, looked back at Chung-Myung with their eyes full of original poison. But Chung-Myung only looked at them with a nonchalant face.
"You did something great. That's not bad enough."
"Hey, you son of a b*tc*! Are you still a human being?”
Chung-Myung firmly snapped his resentment. And he spoke in a long and dry voice.
"I will not spare my life to save the people of the wilderness! If you risk your life saving the sick and dying, what better thing could you do? This is the true path of Buddhism!"
"If you can't talk! Tell me!""Never mind."
Chung-Myung pointed at the cart with his chin.
"Don't freeze all the fish you've caught, and hurry up and take them to town.
The three men, who had distorted their faces, nodded and ran to the cart. For now, saving the villagers is more important.
When they grabbed the cart, Hye Yeon, who was lying on the floor, stood up and tried to approach the cart. Then Chung-Myung asked with a face that he didn't know English.
"Where are you going?"
"……Yes, I need to help…….”
Chung-Myung chins at a big hole in the ice.
"Is that all you need? I'll go one more time."
"Don't worry. I'm the one who's good at this. If you hold on to the rope, you'll never die. It's up to you to do it.”
"Come on, get in."
Calling Chung-Myung a demon was Hye Yeon, who thought it might not be possible for the devil.
* * *
The bottom of the mountain.
The wet body heats up and steam rises on the clothes. The steam coming up from the top of his head was like the halo of Buddha.
"In the end……."
"Hail, monk. I won't forget."
"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha...….”
"…I'm not dead, Si-ju."
Hye Yeon looked at the Hwasan disciples with a shuddering eye.
Once in a while, I couldn't tell whether these humans were on the same side or the enemy.
"…It's easy not to die."
"Why the hell did you do that? No matter how hard it was to save people, it was too reckless."
Baek Cheon, who was listening, nodded loudly in sympathy.
"Chung-Myung shouldn't stop him like that. It's not like you've been through it once or twice, is it?"
Hye Yeon spoke quietly with a little sad eyes.
"…I didn't want to go in…"….”
"……Chung-Myung said he would use white baby as bait to dip it in the water and catch a big fish…"….”
Baek Cheon and the crowd shuddered at what they could not believe.
"…Is he a real person?"
"How did you manage to be such a moron at the gate...….”
"Native heaven and earth.
"Amitabul……, but I'm glad it helped. How can you refuse to throw yourself at saving people?"
Hwasan's disciples stole the snow.
There's a living fire right here, not anywhere else.
But it was the beginning of all misfortune that the living fire was by the devil's side.
Hye Yeon asked, wiping the water off her hair.
"So you say there's some improvement?”
"I don't know that yet."
Baek Cheon shook his head with a slight frown.
Dang-Soso fed the patients raw fish they had brought.
The unconscious ground raw fish and fed them like rice cakes, and the unconscious also fed them well-done fish. It was sliced meat to make it as easy to digest as possible.
Although raw fish are fed at every meal, it would have to take time to see the effect since it had only just begun to eat.
"Yes, I'd feel better if I could help feed you."
Although they were eager to help, they were so wary of outsiders that they could not approach them recklessly.
It was inevitable to listen to Dang-Soso that staying still is helping, not scratching it for no reason.
"Soso is having such a hard time...….”
Everyone sighed in unison.
Then, the door opened and the shade under the eyes came down to the chin, and Dang-Soso trudged in."Soso!"
"Are you all right?"
Dang-Soso nodded slowly.
"Yes, I'm fine, Sasook."
"How are the patients?"
"For now, we've shared everything. If you really get a pulmonary disease, you'll get up soon. Pulmonary tract disease is usually treated quickly.”
Baek Cheon's face has become slightly complicated.
That means that if the diagnosis is wrong, the results will be known quickly.
"It's slowly getting to the limit.….’
No matter how good Dang-Soso was, it was too much to cure a disease that didn't even know the cause. And even more so if you're in a situation where you have to treat a lot of them alone.
But Baek Cheon opened his mouth, hiding his innermost thoughts.
"Yeah, take a break for now."
"I'm here to take something with me. A little more…….”
Then, Chung-Myung, who was crouching dead in front of the brazier, sprang up and quickly approached her.
"The death penalty?"
Then he grabbed Dang-Soso's hand and pulled it in front of my eyes. She stared at him like that with a look of ignorance of English.
Chung-Myung, who checked the fingertips of Dang-Soso's hand, clapped his tongue briefly and frowned.
As expected, her fingertips were dyed red. No, if you look closer, there was a dark blue hovering in the red flag.
It's an early symptom of frostbite.
"Didn't you know?"
"You've been drooling around without gloves, and you're good."
Chung-Myung grabbed Dang-Soso's wrist and began to invigorate him.
With the warm yet cool sensation coming in from his wrist, Dang-Soso flinched slightly. Chung-Myung's bright energy completely covered his hands and rotated several times before returning to his owner.
"Get some rest."
"If the patients don't get better, then we have to start all over again. You're not going to say you're too tired to do it, are you?"
Dang-Soso looked straight at Chung-Myung with determined eyes. Chung-Myung nodded.
"Yeah, then take a rest. That's right."
At this point, Dang-Soso was no longer stubborn and calmly moved to the front of the fire.
"Then just a little...….”
And as soon as Chung-Myung put his head on the floor, he fell asleep. It was safe to say that he almost fainted.
"……to move to the bed…"….”
"Leave it alone."
Chung-Myung dissuaded Baek Cheon.
"I'd rather sleep another breath."
Chung-Myung, who gave way in front of the brazier, went to the right place and sat leaning back. Then he took out the white child who was still in his arms and put it on the floor.
"Go cover it up."
Baek-ah nodded quickly a couple of times, shining black eyes, and Dodo ran and sat on Dang-Soso's hand.
"……then what should I do?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'll have to wait. I'll see some improvement tomorrow morning."
"So go to bed now. If there's no improvement, it's hell starting tomorrow.”
Everyone nodded at the word and laid down in moderation. And after a while, regular breathing came from here and there. Everyone seems to have been exhausted.
Chung-Myung stared at the scene and grinned low.
It was a really difficult problem.
If you think of the safety of Hawsan, you can't waste your time here.
But given Hawsan's duty, he can't leave the villagers alone.
It's not easy, death penalty.
Cheon Mun would be like this every time.
Chung-Myung must have agonized and agonized over even a small matter. One of his choices might change the future of Hwasan.Chung-Myung closed his eyes quietly, thinking what a great writer Cheon Mun was.
Hwasan's disciples, who were almost asleep as if they were dead, opened their eyes one by one and looked up.
"…is it morning?"
"What about So So?"
"I'm still sleeping.”
As soon as they opened their eyes, Hwasan's disciples turned their heads and looked out the window. Maybe the blizzard that had been raging last night stopped, but the dazzling sun was coming through the window.
"How do patients...….”
It was then.
The door opened violently and the bluish people rushed inside.
"Wow, you'll have to come!"
It was an urgent voice. At the moment, tension flashed in the eyes of his disciples.