Return of Mount Hua Sect

The ritual lasted three days.

It was now meaningful to Ogum, who had recovered the remains himself, and to other disciples who had welcomed the remains of the good man in Hwasan.

But no matter how deep the remorse was in their hearts, it could not be compared to the wise man's belly.

It's sarak!

The end of the burnt-out scent fell off. Hyun Jong, who was staring at Hyang, lifted his eyes and looked up at the altar.

"Once..."

All the other students returned to their quarters after the ceremony, and now only Hyun Young and Hyun Sang were left here.

"There was a time of resentment."

There was deep remorse in Hyun Jong's voice.

"No……. To be honest with you, I blamed countless times. There were times when my burden was so heavy that I couldn't stand without blaming them."

"……long story."

Hyun Sang looked at Hyun Jong's back with a sad face. The way he looked at the altar looked very lonely.

"But now that I've recovered the remains of the good man...….”

Hyun Jong closes his eyes.

"I can only tell how full my resentment was. I shouldn't have blamed them."

It wasn't easy to protect the collapsing Hwasan either. Anyone who knows Hyun Jong's life has no choice but to understand the weight he has endured.

But no matter how hard it was, how can I blame those who willingly gave up their lives to protect him?

"You'll understand."

“…….”

Hyun Young approached and said quietly, patting Hyun Jong on the shoulder.

"How many parents are truly swearing and angry at my child for being ugly? I'm sure you understand. And they'll praise you for doing a good job."

"…Will he?"

"Yes, so straighten your shoulders. You were great, but we worked hard, too. If you look at Hwasan now, I'm sure Sajo will be pleased."

At Hyun Young's words, Hyun Jong nodded quietly.

"I know that the monks protected Hwasan."

Then he lit the new scent and put it in the incense burner and breathed out a low sigh.

"What supported me in my hard times was my sense of duty to say that I did my best when I met my ancestors when I died one day after day.

Hyun Jong's eyes, which were filled with exhaustion and sadness, closed gently.

"Now that I think about it, the souls of Hwasan that they have thrown their lives to protect...…you were leading me."

Having finished speaking, he slowly rose from his seat. He stood upright, and the elders built half a step behind him.

Hyun Jong bowed first without a word, followed by elders bowed reverently.

So polite to the thought, they backed away silently.

Even after leaving the investigation battle, Hyun Jong was unable to move immediately.

"Should I close it?"

"No."

He shook his head at Hyun Sang's question.

"The Sajo returned to Hwasan after a hundred years. You'll want to see a little more, so leave the door open for the next ten days."

"Yes, I will."

The smell of the scent from the temple brushed the tip of my nose.

So far, I thought it was just a place where the memorial tablets of my ancestors were kept. However, as I looked at the investigation after this incident, I felt like I could feel young hearts on each of those old tablets.

"Don't worry."

Hyun Jong smiled.

"Hwasan's future is growing brilliantly at this moment. We will continue what you have given us, so keep your eyes on us."It was not until the memorial tablets of the investigations were full in his eyes that Hyun Jong turned his head.

He too will one day occupy a position there. At that time, I only hoped that I could be an unashamed person for my ancestors.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Jang Moon-in."

Hyun Jong started walking with a light smile. There was a lot of bright sunlight on his head.

"Oops, tea!"

Chin! Chin!

Chung-Myung tapped on the top of the budding mound. Then he plopped down next to the dirt off his hands.

Looking down, I could see the view of Hwasan at a glance.

"Ha....... you little thing. It's an honor. I dug a grave with my hands, you son of a b*tc*. I wouldn't have imagined it back in the day! Do you know?"

If Chung Jin can hear this, it's hard to tell whether he'll swear or appreciate it. Considering his personality, there is probably little chance of a good word coming out.

"I've become very nice, too. The one who died, he made a grave for me.….”

While grumbling, Chung-Myung's hands never rested. Even though he sat down as if he was going to rest, he kept going around busily, cutting off the protruding parts and filling in the lacking parts.

It wasn't until he checked over and over that there was no place so stupid that he shook his head with satisfaction.

At the back, a large plum tree was hanging branches over the tomb.

In fact, the sun is not very sunny, and the ground is even and flat, which is not a good place to look at. It was a place that could not be called a good place in empty words.

There will be a sharp wind in winter and frost every night.

"How do you like it? Do you like it?"

But Chung-Myung had no doubt that Chung Jin would like this position. This is the best place to look down on the Hwasan faction.

If Chung Jin were this guy, he would definitely have chosen this place as his own grave.

And most of all...….

- The sunset from Hwasan is wonderful. When I die, I hope I die watching this.

Maybe I said that here then.

Chung-Myung took the bottle out of his arms, opened the cap and drank it cool.

"Kaaa!"

I wiped the wet mouth and looked at the grave.

"What?"

Apparently no one, Chung-Myung spoke as if he were talking to someone.

"A swarm? What a swarm, you son of a b*tc*! What kind of gentleman would you want to be? You want me to make a grave for the dead, and you want me to put glue on it? Come on!"

Chung-Myung, who was glaring, eventually grinned and slowly began pouring alcohol over the ocher.

"Have a drink. The death penalty can't dress you up, but I can give you alcohol."

Follow, follow.

The alcohol sprayed on the soil deepened the tomb. Chung-Myung, who was still watching the scene, leaned against the grave and lay down.

"…but still, dude. You're lucky. The others didn't even come back.….”

The gentle sunlight that shines on the world creates a shade. Chung-Myung closed his eyes to the plum tree shadow that covered his face.

"Don't worry, man."

A low voice rang.

"I'm not the same anymore. Once you've grown up, you should grow up. Well…… you may still be immature in the way you look at it.

When Chung-Myung opened his eyes, he murmured slowly as he looked at the blue sky."…Now that I know what you're saying."

It was blue enough to make my eyes ache.

"The rest of us are left to the rest."

Chung-Myung, who raised his upper body, silently looked down at the scene of Hwasan. Hawasan's disciples came and went, and there were different war angles. I tilted the bottle in my hand and moistened my throat.

Nothing changes if you hold onto the dead and cry and run wild.

The person left behind... There is only one thing a person who cannot go with can do. To prevent their deaths from becoming meaningless.

"If Hwasan doesn't stand right…Your death, your death by the death penalty, will all be dog-dead."

You can't make it like that.

Achieving the last wish they had hoped for. That was the mission left to Chung-Myung.

"Anyway……."

Chung-Myung slightly crumpled his forehead and kicked his tongue.

"You've had a lot of work before. Death penalty! Death penalty! Jongnam's kids are bothering him. Death penalty! Heavenly Demon, kill me. The death penalty! Please help him back up. Death penalty! Death penalty! ……and I want a lot of shit, you bastards."

- I didn't.

"No, you son of a b*tc*! You were the worst!"

Chung-Myung, who pointed his finger at the sky, sighed deeply. It seems that I can hear the voices of priests in my ears.

"……Chong Jin아."

Chung-Myung recited in a low voice. His honest heart was revealed.

"I still don't know. Why am I the only one who came back alive?"

A clear stream of alcohol flowed out of the white bottle into Chung-Myung's mouth.

The strong liquor was spreading, and strangely, I couldn't feel the taste of alcohol today.

Trying to say something, Chung-Myung shut his mouth. The hardened mouth seemed to block the horse.

Chung-Myung's mouth, which had been so closed, was slowly reopened after a while.

"Don't worry."

The fingertips of the stump were stained with dirt.

"…Hwasan will surely be the same as before. I'll never make your death a dog's death."

So when it's over, then.

Yeah, at that time...….

"I……."

"Chung-Myung ahhhhhh!"

A big pile.

At the moment, Chung-Myung's twisted hand grabbed the soil of the tomb.

"Where are you! Chung-Myung ahahah!"

"Oh, my god!"

"Chung-Myungaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Oh, my God!"

Chung-Myung shivered his cheeks and gritted his teeth.

Anyway, I won't let anyone sit still for a second! Oh, my goodness!

"Oh, why!"

When Chung-Myung rose up from his seat and shouted, Oh Gum, who was looking for him, turned his head and looked this way in unison.

"Why are you up there?”

"Oh, you don't have to know! Why are you calling me?"

"The writer wants me to bring you here!"

"……Huh?"

When Chung-Myung tilted his head at Yoon-Jong's words, Dang-Soso urged.

"Come on down, death penalty!"

"It's almost time to eat. Let's go quickly and eat."

“…….”

Chung-Myung, who tried to scream again, eventually burst out laughing.

"This is how I live, Chang Jin."

At this age, I'm hanging out with the blue ones.

"Whew."

The rest of the drink was spilled over the grave. The strong liquor began to spread in all directions. Chung-Myung muttered.

"I'm busy. I can't come often even if I'm right next to you."

The answer is not heard. But I thought I'd heard it already.

"But……."

There are days like that.

For no reason, the day when the faces I want to see keep coming to my eyes."I'll come and play on those days, so don't curse at me for being so cool. I have a lot of work to do! Ahem!"

Chung-Myung stretched his belly out toward the grave and grinned.

"So……."

And slowly closed my eyes. His unusually calm face smeared with a clear smile.

"Take it easy, priest."

Finally, Chung-Myung slowly turned around.

I can't get out of my way.….

"Oh, come on! Come on! Why are you dragging your feet?!"

Oh, my God!

"Here we go, you bastards! I'm coming!"

Eventually, Chung-Myung, who shouted, frowned.

"Phew, you lazy bastards. Anyway, you're not leaving anyone alone for a second! Ugh!"

Cursing loudly, Chung-Myung ran down the hill.

Only a small mound remained on the hill where he had left.

It is now covered in dirt and ugly, but soon green grass will grow in this tomb. In autumn, they are covered with fallen leaves, and in winter, they turn white with white snow.

As the season approaches after each day, the scenery of Hwasan will naturally be colored.

It's been a long time...….

Even if there comes a time when no one knows that there is a mound here because of the wind and the rain, Hwasan's soul will be watching him forever.