Chung Myung sternly retorted,
“Such good words, but in the end, if I think about it, it means that Mount Hua is being asked to bow their heads and go under Shaolin.”
“…”
The Abbot’s face went stiff.
Those words were so daring that he couldn’t hide the shock on his face. Leaving everything aside, this was a third-class disciple from a sect that wasn’t even really known till now, speaking to his face.
“Not a single thing changed in Shaolin.”
“… what do you mean?”
Instead of answering the Abbot’s question, Chung Myung smiled.
Unity? Division?
Well, all those things sounded good.
Chung Myung knew very well that it wasn’t meant with bad intentions, but rather this was the problem1.
‘These bastards think they can naturally take the lead.’
Being Shaolin, they were bound to have arrogance.
“If you have no other work, go back.”
The Abbot’s face stiffened.
“Amitabha. I came here as a guest, so I tried to endure it, but the words you say aren’t those that a third-class disciple should have. And while I am talking with the sect leader….”
“It isn’t like that.”
Hyun Jong cut Abbot’s words short.
The Abbot looked at him, startled. Hyun Jong was smiling with a different face from before,
“Anyone belonging to Mount Hua can represent Mount Hua. That child’s will is my will and also the will of Mount Hua.”
“… Sect Leader.”
The Abbot was momentarily speechless when Chung Myung continued with cold words,
“Shaolin has always led the way. Even fifty years back or a hundred years ago.”
When he said, ‘a hundred years ago,’ the face of the Abbot hardened even further.
“So, what did the Shaolin do when Mount Hua collapsed? It is Shaolin who should be thankful for Mount Hua’s actions a hundred years ago?”
“… Amitabha.”
“Go back.”
Heavy energy flowed from the body of Chung Myung,
“The only people who can speak of harmony and unity are those who can do their duty and show their sincerity. And Shaolin isn’t one of them.”
“Young disciple!”
“What the Abbot is trying to say is not about the harmony of the world, but a peaceful, strong force which doesn’t shake the position Shaolin holds. Well, that isn’t a bad thing. As an Abbot of Shaolin, you are bound to aim for that. But.”
Chung Myung looked straight at the man,
“I am not interested in unity, which is only an empty word coming from your mouth. If you use it like that, it is no different from saying you would use and throw away a partner who was devoted to the cause.”
The expression on Abbot’s face vanished.
“Does that mean that Mount Hua doesn’t care for the world?”
“Yes.”
“… how…”
“To Mount Hua, who sacrificed everything for the sake of the world, what did the world do?”
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AcciónThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
