The monk entered Abbot’s room with an angry face. His gaze turned to Hyun Jong and Chung Myung, who were already far away.
“… Abbot.”
The voice of the monk sounded like he was holding back clear anger, and the Abbot glanced up.
And the monk asked,
“What do we do now?”
“What are you talking about?”
“About Mount Hua!”
The Abbot sighed,
“To say that a person who devoted their life to Buddha is angry and raising his voice. You and I are both a long way off.”
“But, Abbot!”
“Lower your voice.”
The monk went silent and pondered his words.
Anger was rising from within, but he had to listen to the Abbot. It was because they truly were people who followed Buddhism, and in fact, it was because he knew that the Abbot was the angriest right now.
“Don’t be so angry.”
The Abbot smiled,
“They will eventually do what we want them to do.”
“… is that so?”
“They cannot help it.”
The Abbot touched the sword in front of him.
“A Divine Weapon isn’t just a symbol of a sect. It is an object which contains the history and spirit of the sect. What would we do if the Green Jade Buddha Staff was stored in someone else’s place?”
“Then we and that sect would go to war for the sake of it.”
“Right.”
The Abbot nodded.
“But didn’t they say something different?”
“The current Mount Hua is risking everything to go on a different path than Shaolin.”
The Abbot lowered his voice,
“So they have no choice but to brag like that in front of us. In particular, Mount Hua has lost a lot in the past due to the Demonic Sect. Those who have lost their own sect’s traditions will cling to what remains even more than others. They might say this now, but tomorrow or so, they will come to us on their own feet.”
The monk glanced at the door.
It wasn’t that he doubted the words of the Abbot. But he couldn’t control this anxiety that was rising from within.
“And this isn’t to satisfy the feelings of Shaolin members. It is the world. If those who claim to be a sect refuse to work for the sake of the world, how can they be called a sect that is on the right path?”
He took a sip of his tea.
“Hyun Jong is the sect leader of Mount Hua and not much is known about him nor does he know much about the world, but I know he is a Taoist. And such a person will not stand by and watch the world plunge into chaos.”
“You really think so, sir?”
“When have I been wrong?”
The monk hesitated a little.
Maybe in the past, he would have accepted this right away but not now. It was because the Abbot’s predictions never came true when it was about Mount Hua.
The Abbot smiled, looking at the expression of the monk, who wasn’t sure.
‘Everyone makes mistakes.’
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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...
