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Jong-seok, who was surprised to see the thief running away, tried to chase him, and the men caught him.

"Where!"

Jong-seok leaned his shoulders slightly and gave him a lot of strength when the men grabbed him.

Srrrr! Srrrrrrrrrrrr!

Then the men's hands fell naturally from Jong-seok's shoulders. The men's faces were puzzled by him.

It was definitely a shoulder that had been held tightly, but somehow it just slipped out.

What is it?

'Huh?'

When the two men were wondering, Jong-seok glanced away and saw the thief.

The thief had already penetrated into the crowd and had not disappeared.

Jong-seok, who had improved his appetite, looked at the men. Then he sighed.

They stopped the thief, but they came up with good intentions anyway.

I'm here for someone who meets a thief and asks for help. Of course it was a trick of a thief.

Jong-seok looked at them and said,

"The thief is not me, but the young man who just disappeared."

"Somehow you have a wallet in your hand now..."

"If this wallet belonged to the young man, he wouldn't have run away."

"Huh?"

At Jong-seok's words, the man looked at the place where the thief disappeared and wondered about his face.

That's what I heard.

"And..."

Jong-seok opened his wallet and showed me his ID card.

"The ID in the wallet is mine."

Jong-seok had a hard time showing his ID card on the faces of the two men.

The writing on the ID card was not Chinese characters, but the photograph inside it was Jongseok.

"Oh... God, I'm sorry."

Jong-seok shook his head small at the sight of the two men bowing their heads at the siege.

You can see your spirit just by saying, "The Thief." It's better to know a good man than to miss a thief."

"Thank you for thinking so."

Beep! Beep!

The two men, who were talking, saw a police officer running over with a whistle blowing.

The police, who came fast, looked at Jong-seok and said,

"Are you a thief!"

Two men whispered to the police.

"This person is not a thief, but a victim. The thief shouted that he was a thief and ran away."

The police frowned at the man's words. There seemed to be something to be guessed.

"Wasn't he about twenty years old?"

When Jong-seok nodded at the police question, the police kicked his tongue.

"You little punk!"

The police, who screamed as if they knew the thief, saw Jong-seok.

"Have you been robbed?"

"None."

At Jong-seok's words, the police looked up and down at him and asked.

"Foreign?"

"I'm from Korea."

"Korea?"

At Jong-seok's words, the police looked at him and said,

"It may be a bad impression to meet a pickpocket in our country, but there are bad guys in any country, so I hope you don't spoil the impression of China with one of those damn thieves."

"Of course, there are good and bad people everywhere in the world."

"That's a relief, then."

Then the police looked at Jong-seok and said,

"Sorim Temple Tour?"

"Yes."

"As you can see, there are a lot of foreigners here, and there are a lot of out-of-the-way people here. And there are some of them that are bad, so be careful not to be targeted for crime."

"Okay."

Nodding Jong-seok's words, the police gave him a few more words of caution and began running somewhere with a fellow police officer.

"You little punk!"

Jong-seok smiled at the sight of the police running while swearing.

'Good man.'

The horse was rough, but it contained worries about tourists.

When Jong-seok thought of it, one of the men opened his mouth.

"But... have you mastered martial arts?"

Jong-seok saw him at the man's words.

"What?"

"The trick you just pulled out of our hands... You looked very noble."

Jong-seok nodded when the man said, "Close and unfold my hand."

"I've mastered martial arts."

"Oh! That's great. That's great."

Jong-seok smiled and asked, "When I saw the exaggerated reactions unique to the Chinese people," he said.

"But you two seem to be doing martial arts, too."

"I'm training at Shaolin J. Martial Arts School."

"Sorim J. Martial Arts School?"

"There are several martial arts schools here, where Shaolin Temple is located, and Shaolin J. Martial Arts School is one of the schools that teach martial arts directly at Shaolin."

"So you have a first, a third?"

"There's even Zeo School."

"Then are there many schools that Shaolin doesn't run?"

"Of course. Every house across the street is martial arts."

"Then what do so many people do with martial arts?"

"My dream is to become an action star."

"Actress?"

"It's our dream to be like Jackie Chan or Yeon-gul."

Jong-seok's face was puzzled by the man's words.

Many people dream of being an action star. The competition rate must be enormous.'

In Korea, there are people who go to action schools dreaming of becoming action actors, but not this many.

But this was because Jong-seok didn't know the size of China. China has broadcasting stations in each province and films its own dramas.

If you shoot a huge drama like "The Three Kingdoms," there will be more than 1,000 stuntmen.

Korea is increasing the number of people with techniques such as CG, and China fills them.

The same is true of the play. What is like "Cheongsha," one of the Chinese action plays, is that dozens of martial arts actors come out and act at once, creating a demand for action actors.

Of course, very few of them are very successful.

Anyway, when Jong-seok was surprised by the martial arts market here, the man asked.

"Have a good tour, then."

Jong-seok hurriedly talked to the man.

"If you don't mind, can I take a look around the school?"

"Watching the school?"

At Jong-seok's words, a man shook his head while looking at a friend next to him.

"Non-air people can't come to school unless they're filming a broadcast."

"Is that so?"

When Jong-seok seemed to be disappointed, the man, who felt sorry, said a moment later.

"It's not like there's no way, but... There's an entrance exam."

"Admission test?"

"People who come to learn martial arts among outsiders can go on school tours."

"Really?"

"Yes, but I have to take a test to see if I can get into school..."

"Test?"

"You can enter the school if you open up your own martial arts skills and pass through a competition with one of your masters."

"Then... shouldn't you be admitted?"

"No. After you get accepted to the school, you can go on a field trip and go somewhere else if you don't like it. That's how they take exams in a few places and get into a place that they like."

It was a good way to think about Jong-seok's words.

'So if you look at the entrance exam, you can look around other martial arts schools.'

Jong-seok, who thought so, nodded.

"Then please."

"But... there's a test fee."

"How much is the test fee?"

"It's 200 yuan."

It costs about 30,000 won in Korean currency. It's not a lot of money, but it's a lot of money to take an entrance exam.

"Okay."

When Jong-seok nodded, the men took him to the place where their school was.

Jong-seok, who entered Shaolin J. Martial Arts School, could see a bigger playground and buildings than he thought.

Most of the martial arts schools were teaching students in the form of dormitories where they shared a room and board.

It costs about 600,000 won a month in Korean currency, so learning martial arts was also a costly education.

So it seemed that the two men who brought Jong-seok also worked to raise money from time to time.

When he told the school administration that he would take the entrance exam with the guidance of the teachers, he filled out the documents without saying anything and received 200 yuan for the entrance exam.

Then he gave me the documents and took Jong-seok and walked somewhere.

The place where Jong-seok was taken was a small playground behind the school. What was a little unusual was that high and low logs were embedded in the middle of the playground.

And the young men in their tops were running around the logs and spreading their wits.

'This is where you train your lower body.'

Even if the log is big, it is too small to stand on two feet. Therefore, when you run on a log, you have to walk on one foot, so you naturally train your balance and lower body.

When Jong-seok saw it, the man who brought him took him to a monk watching the training of the young men.

"I'm here to take the entrance exam."

At the man's words, the monk looked at the stalagmites and put them together in a small joint.

"Hongdaebang."

The monk's speech and appearance made Jong-seok wonder about his face. You look like a monk at Shaolin Temple. The way he spoke and looked did not feel like a monk.

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

"What martial arts do you use?"

"I've learned shaman's rafters and sorim's natural lobe."

Hong Dae-bang laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"I have mastered the martial arts of the headquarters..."

Hong Dae-bang, who was talking, suddenly tilted his head. Then he asked surprisedly.

"Are you from Korea?"

"What? Yeah."

When Jong-seok saw it, Hong Dae-bang looked at him and asked, "How do you know that?"

"Then, do you happen to be an oriental doctor?"

"Do you know me?"

"Ah!"

Hong Dae-bang saw him at Jong-seok's horse.

A few months ago, when a paper combining internal medicine and medicine was published in Korea, the martial arts world was also interested in the work beyond Chinese medicine.

I think Chinese martial arts is the root of the study, but I'm interested in it because there is a paper that combines medicine with it.

In addition, the person who published the paper allegedly used the internal organs to inject a needle into the dog's brain.

So Shaolin Temple was also looking for him. Then, I learned about Jongseok from the therapists who went to Korea.

And there was something amazing about it. An oriental medical doctor who studies internal medicine and medicine in Korea was a master who has been trained in Shaolin Temple.

So Hong Dae-bang knew about Jong-seok. And the memory came to mind when I was told that it was a natural lobe.

Jong-seok said while looking at Hong Dae-bang, who seemed to know him.

"Do you know about me?"

"It doesn't mean that you don't use the Internet because of martial arts..."

Then, doubts and curiosity were young on the face of Hongdaebang. When I first heard about him at Shaolin Temple, Hong Dae-bang had doubts.

Even Hong Dae-bang, who had mastered martial arts, had never experienced it.

But it is said that it treats people with its inner workings. Not even in China, Koreans learn the natural leaves of Shaolin Temple.

Hong Dae-bang, who was looking up and down at Jong-seok, nodded.

"Then let's see your skills."

Jong-seok stepped back a few steps to take a pose as a deciduous tree at Hong Dae-bang's words.

Then, as he quickly began to spread the Cheonyeopsu tree, the admiration and question of the face of the Hongdae Bang was young.

'This is a natural lobe?'

It was different from what Hong Dae-bang knew. No, it was completely different from the one he knew.

There seemed to be more herbivores, and more power and speed...

And one more thing...

'It's a master.

It is true that Hong Dae-bang is a master of martial arts, even if he is not an orthodox monk at Shaolin Temple.

In the eyes of Hong Dae-bang, Jong-seok's skills were real and higher than himself.

Hong Dae-bang, who looked surprised and nervous, opened his mouth while looking at Jong-seok when he stopped eating grass.

"Did you know that the second round of the entrance examination is Daeryeon?"

"Yes."

At Jong-seok's words, Hong Dae-bang took a posture of breathing.

"Let's get started, then."

Jong-seok nodded at Hong Dae-bang's words and posed for him.

Hong Dae-bang was catching his breath and ran toward Jong-seok.

Fa'at!

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