218 Reading books gives you more experience! 218

Jong-seok, who arrived at Sungyangseowon, showed his ticket to the ticket clerk and went inside.

There were quite a few tourists in Soongyang Seowon. People, if not crowded, were watching in a row.

With such people, Jong-seok looked around Seowon with curious eyes.

Even if I came alone, it wasn't that difficult to see. People who guide tourists to Danji wrote a large number of articles by the police and masters around them.

He was explaining with a sound.

So I understood without having to look at the tourist brochure. It's just... the Chinese people are noisy.

Feeling noisy at the sound of the guides shouting, Jong-seok secretly moved away from them by making a quick appearance.

Along the entrance to Sungyangseowon Confucian Academy stood a signboard and a shell made by collecting letters from the Goshan Angji School.

'The disturbance...'

Jong-seok, who was thinking while looking at the writing of the commotion, changed his step again.

Sungyangseowon Confucian Academy was decorated with writings and statues of several famous people.

And from Soongyangseowon to the famous general tree...

Jong-seok's face was filled with amazement as he was walking through Soongyang Seowon and reading various writings.

It's definitely different.

The style of various people is no different from what Jong-seok has in his memory.

But when I saw it in person, I could feel the meaning and meaning of the article better.

Jong-seok's eyes, as he was moving his steps, saw a writing written on the rock.

Gangshan Mubyeonsu

Gangshan Yubyeon

'Gangsan does not change. The mountains change.

Jong-seok nodded as he read the writing on the rock.

"You want Gangsan to remain unchanged, but you mourn Gangshan's change."

And I liked Jongseok's writing. Somehow it was a heart-breaking article.

I also liked the rough writing on Seowon, which is full of masterpieces.

And the meaning of Gangsan may not be limited to Gangsan.

You can put people in Gangsan, you can be a house, or you can put anything you want to use.

It's meaningful to put love in it.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the writing written on the rock with such thoughts, slipped in the air and followed it.

'Kangshan Invincible, Gangshan Yushan...'

While writing along his handwriting, a question suddenly occurred to Jong-seok's face.

What is it?

As soon as I followed the writing, I felt something strange. Jong-seok stopped his finger and looked carefully at the writing.

Then the wonder on his face was young.

"What's the engraving?"

Looking at the writing, the shape was strange. It's carved on a stone, so I'm sure he used a hammer to carve the chisel. It was round in shape.

smell as if with a finger His curious Jong-seok crept up to the rock.

Then he slipped his finger on the phrase carved on the rock.

Sreuk!

Jong-seok's face hardened as his finger went in.

"You didn't... you carved it with your fingers?'

Although the size is slightly different, the roundness of the end of the stroke fits perfectly with the hand.

Jong-seok looked at the stone with young eyes, bewildered and bewildered. I wonder if it is possible to engrave a piece of writing on a rock with my finger.

Moreover, the strokes are carved by moving a finger in the middle. Which means he dug a stone with his fingers...

"Wow... the old fighters were great."

Jong-seok looked around as he looked at the rocks with astonished eyes. I wonder who wrote this article.

Jong-seok, who was looking around for a guide, saw a man sweeping the ground from one side and approached him.

"I'd like to ask you something."

He was seen by a cleaner at Jong-seok's charge. He pointed to a rock.

"There was an inscription on that rock. Can you tell who wrote it?"

"I don't know."

"Well, is there anyone I can find out?"

"If you follow the road over there, there are people who manage Soongyang Seowon, so go there."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the cleaner's words, moved his voice.

As I followed the road, there was a small information booth.

He knocked on the door and a middle-aged man came out of it.

"I'd like to ask you something. There's a writing on the rock that says Gangsan Mubyeon, Gangsan Yubyeon. Do you know who wrote it?"

A middle-aged man, who briefly recalled the writings of Gangsan invincible and Gangsan fluent, nodded as if he had a memory.

"It's written by Zhang No, who used to work here."

"Was he working?"

At the words of a middle-aged man, the wonder on Jong-seok's face was young. And soon the surprise on his face was young.

"Written by a working jangno? So... you mean it wasn't written by an old warrior?'

A man who can write on a rock with his fingers is a man of great inner strength.

So I thought it would have been written by a warrior in the past, but what do you mean a man?

Jong-seok, who was looking at middle-aged people with curious eyes, asked.

"Then where can I see him?"

"I heard you were laid off and now you're doing business in Deungbong-hyeon."

"Haego?"

"Henban, who's worked at Sungyangseowon for decades, scribbled on the rocks... What can I do? It was cut right away."

Jong-seok's face was puzzled by the news that he had been fired.

"You don't know he wrote on a rock with his hands?′

I wouldn't have fired a hand-written gin on a rock.

"Oh... well, do you know what the writing was with?"

"I would have split the stone into a jugly.

He also seemed unaware of writing by hand.

"Well, can I get your number, by any chance?"

"Nothing like that... Why is something wrong?"

"It's not that, but the writing seems so unique and good, so I want to meet you and say hello to you."

A middle-aged man nodded at Jong-seok's remark.

"Well, it was a good job to have been here for a long time."

Then I saw Jong-seok, a middle-aged man.

"Are you interested in calligraphy?"

"A little too much."

"Then whose handwriting do you like?"

"I like the writings of Wang Mungyeong, a writer of the Blue House."

"Oh..."

A middle-aged man smiled and asked Jong-seok to come into the information booth. Inside him, Jong-seok was able to see letters placed on a small table of letters were written on the table.

'He seems to like calligraphy, too. Well, is it natural that you're managing the academy?'

When he thought about it, a middle-aged man looked at Jong-seok and showed his handwriting.

Jong-seok read his writing. The writings were imitated by the writings I saw in Seowon, but they were quite well written.

It's just... it's too much of an imitation. He had no personality of his own.

Anyway, I read the article and told him a few words of advice.

To learn more about Jangno, we need to win the favor of the manager.

At Jong-seok's advice, he nodded as if a middle-aged man was like that, wrote a few more words and laughed.

"Now I feel like I'm getting a little bit of a writer."

Looking at a middle-aged man smiling pleasantly, Jong-seok asked more about Jang-no.

"Do you know where you live?"

"Then where can I see..."

"Do you happen to know the contact number?"

The middle-aged man didn't know much about Zhang Lu. But some things could be known.

The statue was carved and sold in an alley frequented by tourists.

***

Jong-seok, who left Soongyangseowon Confucian Academy, returned to Deungbonghyeon. And right away, I started to move along the road where there are many tourists.

"Don't you know anyone who sells wooden Buddha statues around here?"

"Don't you know anyone who sells woodcarved Buddha statues?"

Jong-seok, who was walking away asking street vendors about a person who sold woodcarved Buddha statues, could hear about him from a merchant who sold beef jerky.

"If you follow this path, an old man will sell it."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok moved his steps in the direction that the merchant told him. In his direction was a line of street vendors selling food to many tourists.

Passing by them, we could see an old man selling a wooden statue leaning against one wall.

"That's him."

When Jong-seok looked at the old man, the old man glanced up and looked at him.

Jong-seok approached the old man who was looking into his eyes exactly.

"Hello?"

At Jong-seok's question, the old man looked at him and opened his mouth with a small smile.

"Look at the Buddha?"

At the old man's words, I saw a woodcarved Buddha statue lying under it. The old man opened his mouth when he saw the image of the Buddha, which looked rough as if he had carved it himself.

"It looks rough, but it's good for your body if you hold it in your hand."

Jong-seok grasped the statue of Buddha at the old man's words. The statue was rough, perhaps carved with a carving knife.

But the rough touch gave the palms a strange coolness. Like holding a chiropractic ball in hand.

Jong-seok, who held the statue in his hand and held his hand, opened his mouth.

"You're the old man at Sungyangseowon, aren't you?"

The elder nodded his head at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Did you come to see me, too?"

"Did you not know?"

"I'm so relieved that I' I can't help but know."

"Feeling good.

"To be internal is not to be revealed, but to be internal."

Jangno, who was smiling and cleaning up the statue, saw Jongseok.

"But you know me?"

"I've seen Gangsan, Gangsan, and Yushan."

"Whoa! I lost my job by one mistake, and... You're making new connections. Is that why you're telling me not to budge?"

A small shake of the head opened his mouth.

"I can feel 0| I can feel several of them, and I can feel the inner workings of the head office."

"Do you know that?"

Jongseok's master crafts belonged to Geongongugong, Suta, Madam, and Geongonpalgwajang.

And the suta was the sound, so perhaps the jangno felt it.

"There's no way we can't lose the energy of the headquarters. Whose disciple are you?"

"My teacher didn't tell me the name of the law."

"Really? What exploits have you mastered?"

"I've mastered a thousand leaves."

"What else?"

"It's not cooked."

At Jong-seok's words, the elder thought for a moment and said,

"If it's a natural leaf, Master Hongmang said it's the season..."

When Jang-no explained the appearance of a man named Hong-mang, Jong-seok replied, "I don't know."

If you explain it wrong for no reason, you might get suspicious.

Jong-seok opened his mouth when the elder nodded.

"You're Shaolin?"

Although I am sure that I am from Shaolin Temple, I wanted to hear his mouth first.

At Jong-seok's question, Jang-no smiled and nodded as he was looking at him.

"It's the spirit of the sound. Now he's back, so he's called Jang Yoo-bok."

"Return?"

"Hmm... you're not Chinese, are you?"

"I'm Korean."

When Jong-seok said, Jang-no nodded and asked. How I got to learn about Cheonyeopsoo when I met my teacher.

Jong-seok told me that he learned it from the North Koreans he met when he was young.

He didn't know much about the details and learned martial arts and medicine.

The elder said to him after a moment's thought.

"I heard that some of the elders went to Korea... Looks like you've got a connection with them. Oh... you didn't even ask for his name. What is the name of the priest?"

"The priest?"

When Jong-seok looked puzzled, Jang-no smiled and said.

"If you look at the age of the man who taught you martial arts, you're a quarter above me, or four hundred days... So aren't you my priest? I can't call you the death penalty at this age."

"Oh, this is Lee Jong-seok."

"Call me the death penalty, Jean."

Jang-no, who was watching Jong-seok with a smile, opened his mouth.

"That's why you came to see Shaolin?"

"Yes"

"Did you see that?"

"I saw the martial arts school first."

"When I see that you went from Sungyangseowon to Shaolin without going to Shaolin Temple... You must be disappointed in Shaolin."

said Jangno, who nodded as if he could guess.

"I've met a shipping company in Korea, so I'm sure you'll guess, but... The monks of the headquarters were scattered during the Cultural Revolution."

With Zhang Xue opening his mouth, the silk entangled in Chinese martial arts began to flow out.