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Moon Bang-woo, Jong-seok, and Lee Soo-mi and Im Bing-bing were at the palace in Beijing.

Although the damage from the earthquake has not been healed yet, it has been recovered to some extent, and rescue workers and medical staff from around the world have been enough to fill the vacancy even if the stones are missing.

If they stay longer, of course, they will have work to do. He can do the part of ten doctors by himself, and he's very good at saving lives.

But Jong-seok and his elders are traveling, not living in China.

I couldn't stay anymore because my itinerary was almost over. That's why Jin So-pyeong sent a private plane to invite them to the palace.

In the big room, the adults in the room were amazed by the photoshoots on their cell phones.

"Hey, is this the tin palace?"

"I think there will be so many things to show off when I go to Korea."

"I know. When can we come to the house where the Chinese president lives?"

"By the way, this jar looks great..."

"It's like the stuff of the Qing Dynasty."

Adults took pictures around the room admiringly. Perhaps because it was the place where the Chinese president lived, there were mugs in the room that seemed to be Chinese relics.

Looking at the adults, Jong-seok looked around the room with curious eyes.

And next to the stone, the serpent was drinking tea with a slightly uncomfortable face.

"Are you uncomfortable with the death penalty?"

The elder shook his head with a sigh at Jong-seok's question. When Jong-seok looked at him with curious eyes at the sight, the principal sitting in front of him said stealthily.

"The old man must be uncomfortable because this is the residence of the Communist Party president."

The elders of Moon Bang-woo also heard from Jong-seok what kind of person Jang-no was.

Adults were surprised to hear that he was a Buddhist monk from Shaolin Temple, but after seeing Jongseok for a long time, they were surprised.

"It's human even if it's a Chinese president. Don't be so nervous."

After a while, he opened his mouth at Jong-seok's words.

"What I feel uncomfortable about is... Because he's the enemy."

"Wonsu?"

As Jong-seok wondered, when he saw Jang-no, he shook his head with a bitter smile.

"I'm from Shaolin Temple, and it's the Communist Party that destroyed Shaolin and destroyed it... It's a little inconvenient to meet with President Chin So-pyeong, the head of the Communist Party."

I couldn't believe what Jang-no said.

It was the Communist Party that destroyed Shaolin during the Cultural Revolution.

The Communist Party killed and dispersed the monks of Shaolin.

In addition, the Buddhist temple has turned into a profit-seeking group. After watching it right next to him, Jang-no was as good as his enemy.

"Maybe... you're not going to kill me, are you?"

The old man shook his head small at Jong-seok's words.

"I'm growing my hair. But the mind is still a monk of Shaolin. Would a man taught by fire think of killing easily? Also... the President didn't make the decision at the time, so there's no reason for me to live. It's just a little uncomfortable."

Jong-seok breathed a sigh of relief at the words of the old man.

If a man like Zhang Nao decides to kill someone, who can stop him?

Even if there are dozens of bodyguards next to them, if a fierce man jumps in, the bodyguard is just a scarecrow.

"Thank God."

When Jong-seok was drinking tea with a sigh of relief, the door opened and Jin So-pyeong came inside.

When the Qin So-pyeong came in, the people who were resting in the chairs quickly got up.

And the adults who were looking around the room hurried to the place where the chairs were.

"Please make yourself at home. If you feel uncomfortable, the owner is sitting on a needle.

At Jin So-pyeong's words, adults looked at each other and sat down one by one.

As the adults sat down, Jin So-pyeong sat on one side and said,

"I asked my guests and the owner came too late. "I hope you don't curse at me for being rude."

"Thank you for inviting me."

said Jin So-pyeong, who nodded with a smile at Jong-seok's words.

"I'm sorry for the trouble you've had in China. If you have time, I'll put you on a tour of your country."

"Thank you for your words, but adults and I have work to do in Korea, so it's hard to stay longer."

"I see."

Nodding his head, Jin So-pyeong looked at Im Bingbing on one side.

"This time, Chairman Lim's family fortune helped the people of Honam province is a model for everyone. Thank you and thank you."

"I didn't do it alone. It was helped by many generations."

When Im Bingbing answered with her head down, Jin So-pyeong shook her head.

"However, we can't say that Chairman Lim's efforts are not without his credit, because he took the lead in doing this. The president also sent relief supplies from abroad to his home country, and the couple's spirits are very strong."

Im Bingbing bowed to Jin So-pyeong's words.

If Im Bingbing had collected goods from China in the Honam region, Jin Yang-woo had collected goods for China from abroad.

The husband was outside and the wife was inside helping with the national crisis. So I was just grateful and grateful for the genuine review.

Anyway, when Jin So-pyeong, who was praising Im Bing-bing and other adults, talked with Lee Soo-mi, the door opened and the aide rushed in.

Then I told the bodyguards behind me about something, and they showed a slight strain on their faces.

When Jong-seok looked at the bodyguards with curious eyes, Jin So-pyeong looked at his aide to see if he felt it.

"What's going on?"

At Jin So-pyeong's words, the aide glanced at the adults and whispered something in his ear.

And such a small whisper was clearly heard in Jong-seok's ear.

"There is a man who has a grudge against the tin. "From Shaolin Temple..."

Jong-seok's face hardened as his aide spoke to Jin So-pyeong.

'How did you know?'

He also just heard it while talking to Chang-no. But I wonder how he knows it.

Then, Jong-seok glanced around.

'Doh-Cheong?'

It made sense if it was eavesdropping. And I could guess. Jin So-pyeong is the most powerful man in China and one of the world's Big Three.

They came to meet Jin So-pyeong, so they watched what they were talking about.

Jin So-pyeong looked with a slight surprise at the aide's words. And the gaze was not like tension or vigilance.

It's just pure surprise. In that gaze, the serpent closed his eyes silently.

The old man also heard the whisper.

Jin So-pyeong, who was looking at such an angry man, opened his mouth.

"Are you from Shaolin Temple?"

When asked by Jin So-pyeong, Jangno joined hands and bowed his head.

"Tree amytabul. It's Sorim's life."

Jin So-pyeong opened his mouth, putting his arms together in the example of a great wrath.

"Are you from Shaolin Temple before the Cultural Revolution?"

"Yes, sir.

"After the Cultural Revolution, the monks of Shaolin were scattered all over the place and couldn't find them. It's nice to meet you."

The wrath of Jin So-pyeong looked at him in wonder.

"Did you find it?"

"As far as I know, the Buddhist monks at Shaolin Temple disappeared and were closed down in 1979 and reopened. At that time, he tried to visit the monks of Shaolin Temple and reopen it, but he couldn't find it, so he called in monks and martial arts masters from all over the country and opened Shaolin Temple."

"You know the head office very well."

"Is there anyone in China who is not interested in Shaolin? It's nice to meet you, a monk of the old Sorim."

When Jin So-pyeong reached out his hand, the serpent looked at him and bowed his head in his arms.

At the sight, Jin So-feng smiled and said,

"But I think he's hallucinating now."

"At the time, I had no choice but to avoid the Communist Party."

At the words of the old man, Jin So-pyeong glanced at him and opened his mouth.

"I have a question."

"Speak"

"How do you view Shaolin Temple now?"

"This is Shaolin Temple in Sungsan."

"Hmm... just the same name and location. Are you talking?"

Looking at the silent old man, Jin So-pyeong looked at him with curious eyes.

"Well, I'd like to ask you a question."

"Speak"

"Was the old Shaolin really that strong of a draw?"

"I've had enough to protect myself and others."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir.

'I heard in those movies that even though you're old, if you're a master, your skills will get deeper and weaker. May I see the old martial arts of Shaolin?"

I was polite, but I wanted to see martial arts.

Jong-seok saw a fierce anger. Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw the angry man try to shake his head.

"You're old, so if you want to see Shaolin martial arts, I'll show you."

"The Priest"

Jong-seok shook his head small as the old man looked at him.

Then Jong-seok saw a true review.

"Would you like to see?"

"Why is Mr. Lee... Are you calling the ambassador the death penalty?"

"My teacher is from Shaolin Temple, and he is assigned to the top of Jeongmyeong's death sentence."

"Teacher?"

"My teacher, who was a Buddhist monk in Shaolin during the Cultural Revolution, settled in Korea."

"Then did you learn the martial arts of Shaolin, too?""

"Yes"

At Jong-seok's answer, Jin So-pyeong looked at him with surprised eyes and saw an aide next to him.

He looked at why there was no report on him. His aide bowed his head to him.

But the aide was grumbling inside.

I've reported...'

I have already written and uploaded a report on Jongseok's mastery of Shaolin's martial arts before the disturbance.

It's a genuine review that skimmed through it' But the load that points out the boss's fault is beyond our eyes.

Besides, if it's Chinese tin...

Jin So-pyeong, who was looking at such an aide, turned his head toward Jong-seok.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see a little."

Jong-seok smiled at Jin So-pyeong's words and said,

"Will you please step back a little?"

"Back?"

"Or please push the tea cup in front of you forward."

At Jong-seok's words, Jin So-pyeong looked at him with curious eyes and pushed the teacup forward.

Jong-seok looked alternately at the teacup and the genuine review, nodded his head and put out his finger.

And...

Bang!

At that moment, the teacup burst.

"Gasp!"

He was surprised by Jin So-pyeong's face, and the bodyguards behind him came up to cover Jin So-pyeong, drew their pistols and aimed at Jong-seok.

The figure of bodyguards pointing guns hardened the adults. And Kang Chul-jae woke up and held a teacup in his hand.

When Jin So-pyeong hurriedly raised his hand, the bodyguards put their pistols in their arms and backed away.

Kang Chul-jae sat down, putting down his teacup. Moon Jae-chul, who was next to him, spoke quietly.

"Did you try to throw your teacup?"

"I'm pointing a pistol, and I'm gonna do something."

"Your opponent's a pistol?"

"Whether it's a pistol or anything... I can't just stand by and watch my man get hurt."

When the two talked quietly, Jin So-pyeong looked at Jong-seok with surprised eyes.

"What about this just now?

"It's the solar term for the front line."

"The front line, then, is this a storm?"

"Yes, sir.

"Huh!"

Jin So-pyeong saw Jong-seok with bewildered and surprised eyes.

"Then can you have a long wind?"

Jong-seok said to Jin So-pyeong.

"It's not something you can see, so if you want to see it, you'll have to break something. Is that okay?"

At Jong-seok's words, Jin So-pyeong looked around and pointed to a jar on one side.

"Is that okay?"

The jar was an object of several photographs taken by adults to make them look precious.

"You look precious..."

"I don't mind if it looks precious, but it's fake."

"Fake?"

Jong-seok looked at the jar with curious eyes. The jar was the size of a person, but it was colorful and had a dragon drawn on it.

"You can't put the genuine product where people come and go. And..."

Jin So-pyeong smiled and opened his mouth.

"If I had it, all the fake goods were genuine.

Then, when Jin So-pyeong pointed to the jar, Jong-seok raised his palm and held out strongly forward.

Bang!

Huttuduk!

Jin So-pyeong's face was filled with admiration and surprise at the fact that the pot was being smashed and scattered in the air.

And so was the Moon Bang-woo adults. Jongseok learned the martial arts of Shaolin Temple and built up his inner workings, so he knew that he was different from ordinary people, but also use the jangpung.

Jin So-pyeong stood up clapping his hands as he watched the broken jar for a while.

"Ha! Hao!"

Seeing Jin So-pyeong repeatedly shouting "Haoh," he must have been really impressed.

Seeing such comments, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"The death penalty says that martial arts is to have the power to nurture and protect me, not to show others what I have to do.""

A genuine review of Jong-seok's words saw him.

"It's not just to show others, but to show their exploits... You must have reason to show your skills."

"Sorim, which is now known to the world, is a company, not a temple. It is also filled with monks who lack the name of Shaolin."

"Are you talking about Shaolin Temple?"

"We can make Shaolin a true Shaolin. What do you think? Why don't you make Shaolin Temple, one of the most proud traditions of the Chinese people?"

This was the reason why Jong-seok showed his military service to Jin So-pyeong.

What is the need to build Shaolin Temple in the United States? And Jang-no doesn't want to leave Shaolin.

With the help of the president, we can reform the Shaolin into the old one.

That's why I want to show the tin about Shaolin martial arts and get help.