Return of Mount Hua Sect

Shoot! Shoot!

It was raining as if the sky had been pierced.

Ojang Song, the elder of the ghost gate, looked at the door the whole time with a worried face.

"Isn't it about time you came back?"

"You know what?"

'It's not gonna be long.'

Dowon Chan, the rumor owner of the Ghost Gate, can be proud to be in the top ten by the new law. And Gye Hong, who followed him to the island, is second to none under the new law.

It was completely incomprehensible that it took such a long time for the two of them to get to the island.

"Do you happen to have any bowel movements...….”

"Watch your mouth! I said words make sense!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

Ojang Song kicked his tongue with an unhappy face.

'That's not gonna work.’

Such a thing should never happen.

After a long civil war, the ghost gate finally regained its stability. In this situation, however, it was clear that if Som Ju were to be angry, this clique would be thrown into abyss.

"I'm not the one who's going to be angry. Who dares to keep up with his pace?"

"Yes! My student was foolish."

Ojang Song sighed, frowning slightly.

But just then, a disciple who was guarding the door came running and shouted.

"Elders!"

"Hm?"

"Oh, he's coming! I think the Lord Lowercase is coming back!"

"Oh!"

Ojang Song jumped up and ran toward the door.

"Finally!"

It was indeed a historic moment.

This means that Somarju has returned, which means that she has recovered the Jang Munryeongbu. Doesn't that mean that Somarju can officially take the position of Moonju and lead the ghost gate properly?

"Ghosts!"

Ojang Song opened the gate of Munpa with a look of emotion.

"Lord of the Word, come on...….”

But his mouth, smiling brightly, shut up.

"Huh?"

Rubbing a couple of times in doubt of his eyes, he blinked again and again, perhaps not enough.

"What is it?"

I couldn't take my eyes off the cart that almost smashed up the narrow mountain path. What the hell is that?

"……Why is a man pulling a cart?”

"…I know."

Before I knew it, my student who followed me responded in a daze.

At the forefront, a smooth-haired monk was pulling a cart with his face dyed red. I don't know if it's because I'm a monk, but I don't like him even though he seems to be struggling.….

"For God's sake! For God's sake! d*mn it……."

No, it's not.

I thought it was a salt fire.….

After the monk in the lead, those wearing an application were struggling with insults.

"The monk is a monk.…. No, is that even a beggar?’

What kind of crazy combination is this?

What's more ridiculous is...….

"I'm going to stay up, I'm going to stay up! Did you just eat all the blood? If you fed me expensive meat, I'd have to pay for it's worth it! Can't you pull it fast?”

Among them, the youngest-looking man stood alone on the cart and was brushing others.

It was beyond his comprehension.

"Cow, Lord of Small Words?"

It wasn't until I was appalled at all that my eyes were on Dowon Chan. Seeing him trudging by the cart, Ojang Song ran in surprise.

"Lord of Rumor…"….”

"Oops!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"For God's sake!"

Ojang Song flinched and looked to the side at the sound of the music coming out from the side.

Drenched in rain, they steam their way throughout the body. Looking at the breath coming out of the mouth and the steam coming out of the body, it looked as if it was on fire.Are you from hell?…?’

No, they're monks and monks.….

"What the hell is going on, my lord?"

"…Let's just go in and talk, Elder Oh."

"Yes….Yes!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A wet cart made a ghostly noise and entered the ghost door.

And

Crash!

As soon as they entered the ghost gate, those who were pulling carts all laid iron rods and fell to the floor.

"…Please………I'll eat…….”

"…That demon! I……."

"What's with the clique in the back of your mind!"

Baek Cheon screamed with his eyes wide open. Dowon Chan cringed and cringed his neck at the terrifying momentum.

"…I'm sorry. Ghost doors don't really want to be known outside."

"Oh, yeah.

Baek Cheon fell on the floor as if there was no answer.

Watching them squirm in the rain, there was no defeat.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Everyone's weak."

"That bastard...?”

"That's awesome. That's awesome!"

Amid a flurry of resentment, Chung-Myung jumped off the cart and took the bottle of tiger in his hand to his mouth. Then, after a long time of drinking, he stole the mouth with his sleeve.

"What do you mean, how far? It's not that far, you whoops."

Baek Cheon stretched out into a large position and looked up at the sky as if he didn't have the energy to stand tall.

Crazy. Crazy.

I came a five-thousand-li route from Isle Station to here. If you are an ordinary person, your life will be worth living even if you walk barefoot.

Since such a road has been loaded into an iron cart for the rest of the year, no matter how unmanned it is, the body cannot remain.

What's more...

'I can see why people don't make carts out of iron.’

A cart is basically an object that needs to be managed by oiling it. However, everyone who accompanied me on this road knew how to punch, and it was just incompetent people who were of no use in everyday life.

Therefore, they had no choice but to force the cart, which became more stiff and dull.

"…The death penalty. I feel like I'm going to die."

"I'm already dead.”

"I want to kill."

Even Yoo-Esul, a training enthusiast, glared at Chung-Myung, grinding his teeth.

Chung-Myung, however, received that kind of attention with his whole body, but remained nonchalant about drinking.

"Tsk tsk tsk. It's such a weak frame that you can't use it!"

"Bone? Bone? Your bone must be pretty whole. Let's see how long you're going to hold out there.…!”

Oh my god!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Baek Cheon, who jumped to Chung-Myung, kicked his butt and flew to the corner.

He's very patient, too.

"Or maybe you're stupid."

It was questionable how he could be so consistent as he was beaten and knocked out on a fictional day.

"Lord of the Word."

"Yes, stamp."

"But it seems like you've been through a lot, my kids...….No, let me wash my death row."

"I'll get you some hot water right away."

"Hehe. Thank you."

Dowon Chan spoke quickly towards Ojang Song.

"Prepare warm water and a meal. Right now!"

"Oh, I see! Lord of Small Words."

It was an Ojang song that I thought that Som Su-ju brought strange things.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...….”

"Ughhhhhhhhhh…….”

A heavenly groan leaked out of the mouths of Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol, immersed themselves in a hot bath.

"Oh, this is Mureungdowon."

"I think I'm going to buy some now."

Jo-Gol, who stepped out of the bath, frowned. His feet were swollen and all the shells were about to come off.

"Really…… I thought I was going to die this time."

"Yes, I never thought I'd see hell enough to pull a cart."Eventually, I realized that the important thing was not the kind of training, but the robbery.

That's why Chung-Myung is crazy.’

I didn't think you'd send the fighters home just by pulling the cart.

"Fuhuaaaaaaaaah!"

Then Baek Cheon, who had been bubbling in the water for a long time, rose.

Whoosh.

When I tilted my head, my soaked hair fell back.

At the sight Jo-Gol hesitated for a moment.

"…what should I say.”

There was a strange sense of incompatibility as Baek Cheon with long, thick hair and Hye Yeon's hair, which was smooth without anything, were seen side by side on the water.

Baek Cheon smiled and looked at Hye Yeon.

"Ha ha. Hye Yeon……. Monk! Monk! You can't sleep here! And you'll die!"

He hurriedly reached out and pulled up Hye Yeon's head, which was submerged in the water.

"No, the monk's head!"

"Unmannered!"

Hye Yeon, who was dragged out of the water like an octopus, shook her head a few times and opened her mouth with difficulty.

"…Hwasans, have you been training like this all the time?”

"Uh……."

"This is normal."

"Honestly, it's just that I'm in a hurry. Wasn't it harder to go to Unnam last time?"

"Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

"Oh, really?"

Hye Yeon shook her head as she heard it.

I was wondering how he got so strong.’

I've already seen them train a few times in the West Bank, but it was just a drop in the bucket. It's weird not to be strong if you roll people like this. If you don't get strong, you'll die.

Hye Yeon peeked at Yoon-jong.

His chest muscles, which were exposed above the water, looked as hard as a sheet of steel.

'I'm ashamed.'

These are inspections, and he is a deacon of authority.

It's not necessary to think about who should train the body harder, is it?

But even Yun-Jong, seemingly the skinniest of Hwasan's disciples, had a stronger body than Hye Yeon.

It was embarrassing to think that the time I lived was second to none with physical training.

"By the way, where did Chung-Myung go?"

"You washed up and went out.”

"Why are you in such a hurry...…?”

Jo-Gol shrugs his shoulders.

"We can rest now, but Chung-Myung says this is the beginning."

"Oh……."

Yoon-Jong pouted out his mouth.

"The d*mn thing makes people speechless.”

"…I agree."

Hawsan's disciples sighed in unison.

It was hard to bring in a cart made of iron. It goes without saying that the person on the top is a cart that has increased its weight by demonstrating Cheon Geun-chu.

But no matter how hard it was, it couldn't have been more difficult than trying the whole way from the island to here.

Baek Cheon shook his head and opened his mouth.

"And then I went straight to work."

"…isn't he a real nutcase?"

Everyone's eyes turned towards the bathroom door.

"…It's still a long way off."

Baek Cheon's murmur was speaking for all of them.

* * *

"What do you mean? What do you mean transportation?"

Ojang Song looked at Som So-ju with a face of absurdity.

"You're going to mark the Mundos?”

"I see."

"Lord of the Word!"

When Ojang Song's voice became furious, Chung-Myung, who was sitting across from him, shook the bottle slightly."Come on, don't get too hot."

Ojang Song turned a sharp look at Chung-Myung in the noose.

"What are you sitting here for? Apparently, it's Hwasan's little disciple!"

"Oh, I....”

"O Elder."

At that moment Dowon Chan reached out quickly and grabbed Ojang Song by the shoulder.

"What?"

"…Watch your mouth."

Unless you want to die.

Of course, the backstabbing was just a silent squawk, but it wasn't an Ojang Song who couldn't recognize it.

'......what is it?'

Threatening?

No, it's not a threat. Is this a warning?

Ojang Song's eyes turned to Chung-Myung again.

Does that mean this young student is that dangerous?

There was a series of incomprehensible things going on.

Then Chung-Myung grinned.

"I'm young, but don't worry, I've been entrusted with full authority on this matter by a long man. Every word I say will be Hwasan's will."

"How am I supposed to believe that...….”

"Oh, by the way, I'm here with the owner. Don't you believe in the Lord of Small Words?"

Ojang Song looked at Dowon Chan and Chung-Myung alternately and sighed quietly.

"…but not really."

"That's fine, then."

When Chung-Myung shrugged, Ojang Song closed his mouth as if he had nothing to say.

"Lord of the Word."

"Well, I see, stamp."

Dowon Chan nodded and began to explain what had happened to Ojang Song.

Ojang Song, who had been silent for a while even after the explanation, looked at Dowon Chan with a somber eyes.

"I see what you mean. I think that makes sense. I also understand why the Lord of Lowercase brought them here."

"Oh?"

Chung-Myung looked at Ojang Song with new eyes.

I thought you'd lie down saying no anyway, but don't you think you can't it?

"But Lord of Small Words. I think one thing bothers me. It's only natural that Munpa's finances are important, but Munpa, who are only blinded by them, can't eventually spread far away."

"……Well, he's right, too."

"If students waste time carrying things, they will have less time to train. Time spent so much does not come back. Once you've saved enough money, you've already missed the most important time to train."

"Well."

Dowon Chan, who heard it, nodded his head as if he had a point.

Chung-Myung kicked his tongue inside.

Why are your ears so thin?’

You're absolutely right, and you're absolutely right.

"Moonjoo needs to be determined!’

If that gentleman had climbed to the gate and led the ghost gate, he could see what would have happened.

Do it.

If he had both skills and determination at the same time, he would not have been able to resolve the internal strife within the Moon faction for so long.

"Tsk."

Tong-tongued Chung-Myung looked at the two. I thought I'd have to wrap it up now.

"So what the elder says is...….”

"Hm?"

"You're afraid it's not going to work out, are you?”

"That's right."

"As long as it's settled, there's nothing wrong with it?”

"Who doesn't like money? There's no reason to disagree if you can train properly. But aren't you two incompatible?"

"Why aren't you compatible?"

"……Huh?"

Chung-Myung grinned.

"All I have to do is prove that I'm compatible, right?”

"……huh?"

Ojang Song tilted his head. Chung-Myung smiled with a shrug."Hehe. Don't worry. I'll show you for sure."

Somehow the evil-looking smile made Dowon Chan's heart sink. I think I made a mistake.

He closed his eyes and murmured to himself what he had not said.

'Oh, Elder, you made a mistake.’

Now that he knew to some extent what kind of character Chung-Myung was, it seemed that the sad future of the ghost door had been unfolded in advance.