Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I found it, I found it, I found it!"

"Mixed fabric! Oh, my God! The mixed fabric was here!"

Baek Cheon rushed to Chung-Myung, who was falling behind. Then he quickly grabbed a box of mixed fabric, not Chung-Myung.

Splash!

Chung-Myung collapsed toward the water, but no one gave Chung-Myung an eye. Half-way back, I only checked the box containing mixed fabric.

"If it's the secret to marriage, this must be the platform of the mixed fabric, right? Right, private residence?"

"Of course not! What else could it be? Hahahaha! You're finally finding this!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Jang Moonin! We did it! Hahahaha!"

"Shh!"

At that time, Yoo-Esul signaled to be quiet and spoke quietly.

"The death penalty, there might still be someone around. Treasures cause anger. No one should listen to what we found."

"Oh, right."

Baek Cheon quickly closed his mouth and closed the mixed fabric box.

I don't feel any signs around me, but there's only one thing.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Well, yeah?"

"Shouldn't you take it to Hawasan?"

"You should, shouldn't you?"

Even Baek Cheon couldn't hide his embarrassment at this moment. Suddenly, he strode up the mountain and pulled out a box of mixed fabric from an unimaginable place.

Isn't that a stranger situation if you don't panic?

"Chung-Myung아. You did a great job.…. Huh? Chung-Myung?"

Only then does Baek Cheon, who finds Chung-Myung half submerged in water and falls down with bubbles, run away in surprise.

"Hey, man! Why are you doing this?"

"Turn it off."

Barely awake, Chung-Myung shuddered and glared at Baek Cheon.

"It's killing me! Leave the material alone! You're just taking the pills?"

"……I can't imagine you falling down."

"I'm not going to talk."

Chung-Myung raised himself with a groaning sound. My clothes are completely wet, but that doesn't matter.

"Come on!"

Chung-Myung takes a box of mixed fabric away from Baek Cheon. Then he took a deep breath and carefully opened the box.

Again, an indescribable scent spreads.

'This is absolutely authentic.'

Usually, Youngdan does not smell like this. Jasodan, formerly the highest spirit medicine of Hawasan, did not smell so clear. It's something that you can't make if you try to make a fake.

"Whoo. Whoo. Whoo."

Chung-Myung takes a deep breath, brings out the secret to the mix, and closes the box again. The box was tucked into his arms and opened up the secret to his marriage. And began to read in a slightly quivering voice.

"To the performer."

"Oh!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Hwasan's disciples all listen to Chung-Myung's voice in a moving voice.

"If you understand what my arrangement means, and if you have reached here, you deserve my progress. A mixed platform and medicine should be used to save many people in the world. The speaker will fully understand what I mean."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Gee, that's a real hybrid and a hybrid!"

Chung-Myung covered the book.

In addition, there were several other transcriptions, including the manufacture of mixed fabrics and the platform and medicine that Yakson had achieved throughout his life.

But Yakson wouldn't have thought of it.

The fact that he worked so hard on it is not likely to fall into the hands of a human being who has a completely different propensity than he thought.

"Giggling."

I can't stop laughing.

I can't help laughing automatically."Hehehehehehehehehe!"

Chung-Myung couldn't control his laughter and took out the box and put the secret of mixing back in. Then he stuffed the box into his arms and tied the clothes tightly.

My chest bulged out because of the wilderness liquor and the box, but I look ridiculous, but what about it? Your heart is so warm as it'sincerely warm!

"Hahahaha. I'd have a drink with Jongnam Jangmunin if I could feel it."

Have a drink. That's what life is all about!

What? Plum Blossom? Oh, it's okay. It's okay, you guys can't even use it properly anyway, can you? LOL.

"Chung-Myung, now mixed..."…."

"Hehehehe!"

"No. Mixed……."

"Laughing out loud!"

Baek Cheon shook his head.

"It's gone."

But that feeling is perfectly understandable. Baek Cheon couldn't control his hip movement.

"Oh, my God, mixed fabric."

I came all the way here to get this, but I never thought I could get this. It was Baek Cheon who kept checking the outline of the box on Chung-Myung's chest.

Then Chung-Myung said with a refreshing face.

"Ha, but people have to be reasonable."

"Huh?"

He turned around and bowed slowly toward the source where the box had been pulled out.

Chung-Myung, who finished the e-bae to pay tribute to the deceased, looks at the water source.

"It's not even a tomb. What temple is it?"

"No."

Chung-Myung shook his head.

"This is Yakson's grave."

"……Huh?"

Yakson's body may have been buried elsewhere. Maybe there's no such thing as a grave. Life would have been meaningless for Yakson, who left mixed fabrics and secrets.

Perhaps he died alone in a deep mountain out of touch.

But there may not be a body here, but there is a meaning left by him. Then it wouldn't be strange to call this Yakson's tomb.

It wasn't his body that mattered to him, it was his will.

"That's enough."

Chung-Myung turned around without hesitation.

Yakson's skills are there. But Chung-Myung didn't have to carry on his will.

"By the way..."

Yoon-jong spoke as if he was not on my mind.

"Can I take this to Hasan? I don't think that's what the deceased meant."

Hwasan is Mufa.

But Yakson didn't want mixed fabric in Mufa's hands. I just wanted someone who connected his will to open up the art.

But Chung-Myung was just a blunt answer.

"I don't care."

"Huh?"

"Yakson is just gambling, too. It's just irresponsible to think that a proper human being will come to you because you've arranged a proper arrangement."

"Still..."

"If Yakson really wanted to convey his will and will, he should have brought in a disciple who could connect his will, not leave a mixed fabric in this way. Even if it doesn't catch your eye, it will continue...…."

Chung-Myung shut up.

- One day you'll wish. The day when your priests, your tempers, and your descendants, carry on your will and carry on yours.

Moon blue is like that. Living well together is not everything. What's more important is to carry on my will.

Chung-Myung closes his eyes still.

'That's what you wanted to say, death penalty.'

A dream last night.

That's what Cheon Mun said to him in that dream.Were you so worried about this ugly priest?'

Chung-Myung bit his lips gently.

"Chung-Myung아?"

"Oh, no. Nothing."

Chung-Myung, who stole the eyes from the death penalty, continued in a slightly lowered voice.

"I don't trust you, but I tell you. I may lack ability, but if I continue to live for generations, there will be a whole generation that will completely connect my will and abilities someday. Yeah... that's how it works. Yeah, that's Moonpa. It's... ..."

Chung-Myung turned his head and looked at the rock.

"Yakson didn't trust those who would carry on his will. He wanted a perfect genius who could fully capture his abilities and will. That's why I did this. But…… that wouldn't have been the right way."

Those who are alone have no choice but to look down on others.

In the eyes of a genius like Yakson, everyone in the world would seem to be lacking. The poor would not have thought they could carry on their progress. He believed that only a genius like himself could inherit his abilities.

As Chung-Myung did once.

but

'You're wrong.'

And Chung-Myung in the past was wrong. No, I didn't know it was wrong rather than wrong.

- One day the poor will be more precious to you.

Chung-Myung clenched his fist.

"Now I know. Death penalty."

"Huh? Me?"

Chung-Myung looked at him with sour eyes as Yoon-jong pointed at him.

No, I don't think I know it yet...….

Anyway!

This couldn't be done by Chung-Myung alone. If the death penalty hadn't bothered and struggled together, Chung-Myung would have gone back to Wasan without realizing anything.

The weak push Chung-Myung's back and support him.

Yeah, it's....

Chung-Myung opened his mouth with a slightly awkward tone.

"You all did a great job well done."

"Huh?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Is he crazy? Why do you do something you never do?"

"I need a senator."

"……."

No, these bastards?

Chung-Myung let out a deep sigh as he blared his eyes.

Blame it. What should I do? It's all thanks to Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung looked at the rock still. And I thought of Yakson's will that might remain here.

'Maybe you've made the best choice, too. Maybe you're right, maybe I'm right. Because I don't know everything either.'

but

"But I walk with him."

I don't walk alone anymore.

I don't try to solve everything alone anymore.

Now he has people who will continue his will, and people who will fulfill his will together. Yeah, that's Moonpa. That is the Hawaiian.

Yakson's will will be cut off here.

What he tried to leave in the world will no longer have meaning. His will only led to Chung-Myung, and Chung-Myung won't continue that will.

But Chung-Myung is different.

His will continues.

As long as Hwasan exists, as long as his will is alive in the world. Even if he dies, hundreds of years later, Chung-Myung's will does not fade.

And...

'As long as Hawasan exists, the will of the death penalty is with me. Right, death penalty?'

The answer was not heard.

But Chung-Myung has already heard the answer.

You don't have to miss the past. They risked their lives to protect Hwasan's will with Chung-Myung now.With Hawasan's name alone, he's no better than with the previous death penalty.

And now...….

Chung-Myung looks at the death penalty in front of him.

Yeah, I'm just walking with them.

"Sasook."

"Yes."

Chung-Myung had a refreshing smile.

Now is the time to go.

Just thinking about it makes you feel warm.

"Let's go back to Wasan."

Everyone nodded with a smile on their face.

It was the moment when the long and long Nam Young-haeng was completed.