“…and the Abbot…”
“Oh….”
“Sect Leader, let’s talk again….”
“Oohh….”
“… Sect Leader. Are you listening?”
At the monk’s words, Hyun Jong waved his hand with a white face. And he turned his head helplessly like he was dying,
“C-Chung Myung. Can you bring me something to drink?”
“Here.”
As if prepared in advance, Chung Myung put out a white gourd. But Hyun Jong, who saw it, covered his mouth and puked.
“Uh… T-that isn’t alcohol, right?”
“Water. It is water.”
“Ugh.”
Now, just looking at the white gourd bottles made him want to puke.
‘You ignorant bastard.’
No matter how good he must be feeling, to make a sect leader drink and then faint. Is this what a disciple should do?
It wasn’t even like he himself decided to drink, but rather, he only got drunk because of another and then lost consciousness.
Hyun Jong, who drank the water from Chung Myung feeling a bit uneasy, brushed his chest to relieve the feeling. And he took a deep breath as he looked at the monk.
“I have no idea what to do after showing this side of mine.”
“….”
Usually, when someone hears such a thing, they say stuff like:
‘Do not worry.’
It would be a polite word to say, but the monk didn’t say that,
‘They are just saying it after they made a mess in here.’
If it weren’t for the request of his Abbot, he would have already screamed at them. Are there humans who casually grill meat and drink alcohol on the grounds of Shaolin?
This had never happened since Shaolin was established.
‘Everything is so unprecedented.’
Now, he wondered how to interpret the actions of the Mount Hua sect,
“So…”
Hyun Jong, who drank water, now asked,
“What did you come here for?”
The monk opened his mouth,
“The Abbot would like to speak to Sect Leader once again.”
“Hmm. If it is about what we talked about the other day, I do not have anything more to say.”
“No, Sect Leader. The Abbot said it isn’t about that day.”
“Um?”
Hyun Jong looked at the monk with suspicious eyes.
“And this is something only Mount Hua can do, he said that he wanted to put aside the uncomfortable situations and feelings of both sides and put forth a discussion about the future of Kangho and the well-being of all. So….”
At that time, Chung Myung, who was listening to this bluntly, asked,
“Why put it so grandly?”
The monk wasn’t even able to speak, so he turned to Chung Myung with an annoyed face.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 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...
