220 Reading books gives you more experience! 220

Tata blame!

Jong-seok moved quickly along the tracks. But the move was bound to break off halfway through.

The footprints were bent in a direction that humans could not move or were in a strange direction.

When the stalactites were blocked, they paused for a while, then thought about it, and moved again.

It is awkward, but you twist and twist your body according to the direction of the footprints.

At the sight of such Jong-seok, Jang-no smiled and said.

"You're good."

"Really?"

"At first, that's very good."

Jong-seok asked, looking at Jang-no smiling at him.

"Do you happen to know what trace this is?"

"Bully elected... It is the culmination of the headquarters and marks of the new law."

"Do you know how to do it, then?""

Jong-seok tilted his head as the elder nodded.

"Then why don't you teach me yourself? Why do you want me to follow these tracks?"

"Because I can't tell you everything."

"Everything?"

Many of the headquarters` buildings have been newly built and constructed, but some of them remain the same. And some of them remain this old martial arts. "I want you to find the ignorance of the old sound in those traces."

Jong-seok looked at Zhang's words and said,

"You don't know everything?"

"Where was the one or two of Sorim's shamanism? Though it is now like this, Shaolin Muhak is as wide and deep as the sea. I use one of the frontiers as a season.

"The front line?"

"It's a martial artist with a writing on a rock. "It's one of Shaolin's most famous tributaries."

"Then what about the other exploits?"

"There's only one merit of the sound, enough to make it the best in the world. To master various exploits is to go beyond the bowl."

"Then why do you want me to find Shaolin's exploits?"

When I saw him speaking, I didn't think that he wanted to learn.

"I want my predecessor's studies to be left to posterity."

"I see."

Jong-seok nodded, and Jang-no looked at the tracks and said,

"Bulyeonghaseo is a new law with no beginning and no end. It can start in the middle and end in the beginning, and it can end in the beginning."

"Is this like a test?"

"Maybe."

The play is to see if he can find the shamanism of the sound in the traces.

"Then if I find a warrior on this trail, will you teach me where to go?"'

In fact, learning more about Shaolin's martial arts was not that difficult for Jong-seok.

You can learn more about Shaolin's martial arts through the Experience Book. Although the monk who made the otter used only natural leaves, it is because of the experience of the otter.

If you get the experience of military service, you can also get other military service learned by the Suta monk.

But now...

"Let's get what we can get, even if it's not a book."

Jong-seok nodded and moved again on the foot.

The square of the head of the room of Shaolin Temple was entering the security office located in Naewon of Shaolin Temple.

"Are you here?"

As the clock went in, the monks in the security office bowed and turned back to the monitor.

The monitor showed footage taken from CCTVs all over Shaolin Temple.

"Is everything all right?"

The monk, who was in charge of security, shook his head at the question on time.

"Not much else... Here's a little bit of a peculiar cigar on number 16."

"Right? I'll see."

When the monk turned to the monitor, which was filling one wall with a sharp angle, CCTV footage of section 16 appeared on the screen.

Tourists were seen there, and a young man was seen moving around.

Area 16 is where the footprints remain.

CCTVs were attached to the remaining training sites and attractions at Shaolin Temple.

If anyone damages the place, contact them immediately to catch or prevent them.

"But don't you often have people like that?"

Where there were traces of martial arts, people often mimicked the traces.

"Yes, but... I've been doing this for an hour."

"An hour?"

At the word that he had been like that for an hour, I was puzzled on the face of the hour.

Usually, it is common to imitate a little, but it was unusual if you were like that for an hour.

Then I manipulated the CCTV and saw the tourists around me. Tourists were smiling at the young man moving his body.

"You like people. Just leave it as it is. It's not a bad thing to see more."

"The way he moves, he looks like a trained martial artist."

"That looks like it."

Although Jeonggak is the governor of Shaolin Temple, he does not know much about martial arts.

Jeonggak was not influenced by the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, but by its managerial ability.

"I don't think it's a big deal because we have a lot of martial artists at our headquarters."

"Okay."

"Is there anything else you need to know?"

When asked if there was anything else he needed to know, he turned around and left the security office when there was no more content.

Then, as he was moving his steps, he looked at the secretary, who was following him from behind.

"Have you heard from anyone who went to Korea?"

"I've been informed that we're investigating."

"It's an opportunity to promote the headquarters as an oriental medical doctor who studies internal medicine and medicine has learned Shaolin's martial arts. Keep an eye on it."

"By the way. Why are you only investigating? Wouldn't it be better to have a face-to-face talk? If going to Korea is a stepping stone, I think you can invite me."

At the mime of the secretary monk, a sharp smile shook his head.

"Successful medicine is something that people doze off and think great, but failed medicine is criticized and people despise. Internal medicine and medicine are still in the research stage, so we don't know whether we will succeed or fail in the future. If we fail, if the head office and the oriental medicine doctor are connected, it may seem like a failure of the head office... It's right to avoid contact before you come to the side. Contact can only be done after success. And... ...let's have a name. Let'

"What if it's name registration?"

"Sound Room... That sounds like a good idea."

"Then what kind of trademark would you like to apply for?"

"It's called internal engineering and Uiseul, so hang everything. If you succeed in Korea, you can take a step anywhere."

"Okay."

The image of a young man already seen on CCTV No. 16 had disappeared under the right-angled head, nodding his head to the charge of the secretary monk.

Tata blame!

There was one thing that came to my mind when I learned how to walk fast.

"It's the flow of the Bulgarian."

As he unfolded the obituary, Jong-seok understood what Jang-no meant.

It meant that there was no front and back that it started in the middle of the Bulyeong Line Habo and ended in the beginning and ended in the beginning, but there was just flow.

Realizing that, Jong-seok's new method changed smoothly. He didn't have to step on the block, but ran over and headed back again.

Tourists were watching Jongseok running on his feet.

"Good job."

"Shall I try?"

"Should I?"

Some of the tourists began to line up on one side to see if they wanted to do what Jong-seok did.

They thought they could do it if they stood in line.

Jangno said to Jong-seok, who was frantically stepping on the trail.

"Let's go."

Jong-seok stepped on the tracks one last time and approached him at Chang-no's words.

"Whoa! It's cool."

"It's important to know that the flow is important, and you've got it right."

"It wasn't in order."

The footprints were not stamped in order. 1,2,3,7,4,6,5... The footprints were stamped this way.

So if I tried to step on the tracks in order, I couldn't.

That's why Jongseok moved as the easiest foot to step on and spread the new law according to the trend.

"How did you figure out the body's movements of the body?"

"I'm most comfortable with the flow of my people."

At Jong-seok's words, the elder turned around with a big smile.

"Then let's go."

"Then did I do what I did?"

"It can't be completely the same, but... You did very well, considering the first thing you did. I'll show you the missing parts and the test separately."

With a smile, Jong-seok followed suit when Jang-no shifted his voice.

Jangno, who took Jongseok to another place, approached a tree standing in a big way.

There was a tree, and there were holes in the tree.

Underneath the tree was a sign, and there was a picture of the monks of Shaolin stabbing the tree with their fingers.

And the description said, "The tree was used by the monks of Shaolin Temple to practice geography."

said the old man, stroking the wood with his hands.

"It's the tree that was training the front lines."

"That's amazing. I can't believe you pierced a tree with your fingers."

When Jong-seok looked at the tree, the elder nodded and glanced around him.

Then, after a while, he pressed down on the tree with his fingers.

Boom boom!

Then, my fingers dug into the tree.

"That's amazing.

On Jong-seok's charge, Jang-no smiled and pulled out his finger, and looked at the tree and said,

"This tree is great, too. "and all those years have survived."

Jang-no, who was smiling and looking at the tree, took Jong-seok and moved his steps.

"The front page is a finger-strengthening method, but it is also a method of cataclysm. It's also the Muhak that I've had my whole life's season."

"A cataclysmic tau? Hitting a cow over a mountain?"

"That's right."

Along with the horse, the serpent picked up a stone on one side while moving his steps.

Then I put my finger on the stone, and the body of the old man was energized.

Argh!

And...

Fa'at!

One side of the stone was split. The other side of Jangno's finger.

"Huh?"

"It's breaking where you haven't touched."

"I break down where I haven't touched..."

Jong-seok was absentminded by Zhang's words and said hurriedly.

"Is it possible for a person's body?"

"It's possible."

"Can you hit me here once, then?"

When Jong-seok pointed to one of his back, Jang-no's face was puzzled.

"Why?"

"The front line is... I thought it might help me with the internal medicine and the medicine I'm working on."

At Jong-seok's words, the elder looked at him, nodding his head and sticking out his finger.

"It could hurt a little."

Jong-seok nodded and took a breath at Jang-no's words. And as he looked at his wager, the jangno put his hand on his chest and spewed the front line.

Fa'at!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

With groans, Jong-seok knelt on one knee.

"Are you all right?"

Jong-seok bit his lips and nodded at Jang-no's question.

"Good... military."

"Good exploits... "I went beyond the level of favor because I was a high-ranking martial artist among the seventy-two temples of Shaolin."

Jong-seok smiled at the old man's words.

"Very good exploits. And... it's a martial art that I really want to learn."

"The front line... can release the internal force into the desired area without affecting the human body."

It can be used for various treatments if it is a front line. Things like absenteeism could be destroyed.

Jong-seok, who had that thought, saw the wrath.

"I want to learn."

"I'll teach you. But I don't know if a priest can learn well."

"I'll study hard."

At Jong-seok's words, the elder nodded and took him around Shaolin.

Walking along with Jongseok, Jangno told me about the history of Shaolin Temple.

and showed the rare remaining vestiges of shamanism. Unlike the footprints, however, it didn't seem easy to learn from the traces.

A trace is literally a trace.

Jangno, who was listening to Shaolin Temple like that, suddenly looked at the clock and saw Jongseok.

"If I go now, I think I'll be able to see a three o'clock Shaolin martial arts performance. Would you like to see it?"

"Let's see?"

"Nothing else to see, but... You can see the level of Shaolin now, so you can watch it."

Along with the horse, Jangno took Jong-seok to a martial arts performance.

People were already lining up inside the place where the martial arts performance was being held.

A monk was seen in the eyes of Jong-seok, who was following such people inside.

You look strong.

I could tell from his standing that he was a master.

"You look like you've got a lot to me.

At Jong-seok's murmur, the wrath glanced at the sarim he pointed and opened his mouth.

"It's Hongwon, the best monk of Shaolin Temple."

"That guy?"

"Yes."

Jong-seok looked at Hong-won with curious eyes at Jang-no's words.

Even if there are no old martial arts left, there are thousands of people learning Shaolin martial arts, and it's the best of them all.How good are you?'

That's what makes you curious.