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11:10...

Ten people were entering the precincts of the Second Shaolin Temple. The angry man laughed and tapped Jong-seok when he saw them coming in.

"There he is."

Jong-seok saw people at Chang-no's words. It was a crowded place, so I didn't know who the elder pointed to, but I could tell the last stone.

Some of the people coming in could feel the history.

I thought he was an Asian.'

Those coming were broad in age. And races varied from white to black with blond hair.

Although Jangno did not say that the disciples of Shaolin Temple were Asian, Jongseok thought that he was an Asian.

I didn't expect Sorim's disciples to be white and black.

Anyway, as the disciples of Shaolin approached them, Jong-seok and Jang-no approached them.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

When the elder met them with a smile, they joined hands and bowed their heads.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for your master's residence."

"I'm sorry."

An angry man shook his head with a smile at the disciples' words.

"I'm glad you're here."

Jangno, who smiled and greeted his disciples, pointed to Jong-seok.

"Say hello. I'm a priest, so I can call you a senior. Take me to your private residence."

Jangno doesn't know who Jong-seok's master is. However, Jong-seok thought that Jong-seok was a senior monk of his own age.

That's why it's so difficult to decide on the distribution that they call private residence.

At the words of Chang No, his disciples saw Jong-seok. Fifty-year-old black man bowed his head to Jong-seok as he joined hands.

"I meet Mr. Lee Jong-seok."

"It's embarrassing to hear that it's private. This is Lee Jong-seok.

"This is Paul 0|"

Jong-seok, who greeted Paul, also greeted others. The young of the disciples were the disciples of the older.

For young people, Jong-seok became a master's teacher's teacher.

"We're sorry we're late."

"No, but... what about the gift?"

Paul laughed at Jong-seok's question and took something out of his arms. What was taken out of Paul's arms was a piece of cloth.

It wasn't a piece or two, it was a bundle of cloth.

"This one?"

"I got it from Shaolin."

"Sorimsa Temple?"

Looking at the curious stalactites, Paul put a piece of cloth to his chest.

Jong-seok, who was looking at pieces of cloth of similar color, said surprisedly.

"Is this really?"

Paul nodded at the question of Jong-seok.

"I've been ripping off some of Shaolin's ties."

Paul's words surprised me.

"Are you saying that you went to Shaolin and fought?"

"It's not a fight. They encouraged the audience to participate in martial arts performances. That's why I went on stage and had a little bit of a fight."

"So your opponents hurt a lot?"

Jangno didn't think the poles would have lost. There is a big difference between the skills of Sorimsa draw he knows and the skills of the poles he knows.

"He may have been humiliated, but he didn't hurt much."

"That's a good thing."

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he glanced at a sigh of relief.

"I don't think there's one or two cloths... How many have you dealt with?"

Paul glanced at Jong-seok's words and said,

"I've dealt with about 30 people."

"Thirty people down?"

"Even the world's most well-known Shaolin Temple is just so-so. I've been dealing with Hongwon, the best master of Shaolin Temple. Whoo! Not even three seconds."

Paul's words made Jong-seok lose his appetite while looking at the cloth.

"Romantic pendulum...."

Paul laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"That's right."

"Do you know the word 'nangjungjichu'?"

"The awl in the pocket gets out. If you try to hide it, you can't hide it."

Paul felt good because he thought Jong-seok described himself as a romantic pendulum.

"You know it well."

"You have taught me a lot about the history and teachings of the Orient."

Jong-seok sighed at Paul's triumphant remarks. Then I glanced at the wrath as I was about to say something.

There was a pleasant glow on Zhang's face. Whatever the matter, it feels good to see so many of Shaolin's disciples gathered.

"Romantic pendulum is... It means talent is revealed, but it also means that it will be revealed without having to try."

With the presence of a veteran, the second Shaolin's ability will be known anyway.

There is no need to provoke the first noise by doing such a thing.

"In this case, it's a tacho slope."

Thirty Jafa disciples were killed. On the day of the Second Shaolin event.

So the first Shaolin Temple will suspect the second Shaolin Temple. Unless you're a fool.

"I'm afraid more guests are coming."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm coming from the first Shaolin Temple."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang-no was silent for a moment. He was thinking about it, too.

But Paul and the other students seemed to have no worries.

"If you come, you'll have to deal with it."

At Paul's words, Jong-seok saw him and the other disciples. There was a kind of expectation in their faces.

When asked to fight, he looked as if he wanted to share his hands.

'Sorim's exploits are non-human. It would have known the death penalty of Jean and other death penalty. So their hearts are not bad.You'll have to see. So how do we look at this favorable temperature?'

I saw my students for the first time today, but there is nothing I can tell how they feel.

There's only one condition we can figure out... He was the only disciple of Shaolin Temple.

Therefore, I had to trust the eyes of the Shaolin monks who received them as disciples.

said Jong-seok, who had seen them for a while.

"Let's start with the opening ceremony. I think it would be better to have the opening ceremony and receive guests before the first Shaolin comes."

The angry man nodded at Jong-seok's words and saw his disciples.

"Would you like to change into a suit?"

"I will."

When Jangno led his disciples to the place where the monks lived, Jongseok sighed and looked at the entrance of the temple.

Let's deal with the disciples after the opening ceremony.

I didn't like the fact that what I brought as a present was a disgrace to a person.

But their problems were not something to deal with now. For now, it was the customers of Shaolin Temple who were coming soon.

You know what you're capable of.'

Various ideas were floating in Jong-seok's head. If you follow Paul's instructions, you can deal with him.

However, the problem was to handle it well so that there were no side effects. You wouldn't be too happy that the first and second Shaolin Temple of Jin So-pyeong had been hit from the first day.

"How can we end this in a good way?"

In the eyes of Jong-seok, who was thinking of ways to achieve his reputation as a second Shaolin temple, I could see that he brought his disciples who had changed into Seungbok.

***

The opening ceremony was being held at the Second Shaolin Temple. On the stairs between the courtyard and Daeungjeon Hall, Jangno, Jongseok, and the disciples of Shaolin Temple stood long.

After the old man had memorized the scriptures, he was giving a speech announcing the opening of Shaolin Temple.

"For a long time, the disciples of Shaolin left Shaolin and lived a life of hunger, not comforting to lie down and eat. Now that I've rewritten Shaolin's name, the descendants of Shaolin scattered around the world, like the disciples next to me..."

Jangno's speech was filled with longing and emotion for Shaolin Temple, but Jongseok's eyes were on the road leading to the second Shaolin Temple.

'Here it comes.

As soon as the first Shaolin Temple came, Jongseok was watching the road, a group of monks were seen following the path.

And there were quite a few ordinary people behind them. Perhaps he came to see something happen when the chief of the Shaolin Temple moved with the monks.

Watching the people of Shaolin Temple coming, Jong-seok lifted himself up and approached the old man.

"The death penalty is coming."

A fierce anger looked outside the temple at Jongseok's words.

"When you come into their headquarters, you draw people's attention away. It should be enough to have a visitor at the head office."

"I'll do that."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Jang-no's words, slipped down the stairs and walked to the entrance of Shaolin Temple.

Standing at the entrance of Shaolin Temple, Jong-seok saw the approaching monks.

"On time... is it the same distribution as the death penalty?'

He changed his name to Jang Yu-bok, but his name is Jeongmyeong. So it's exactly the same distribution.

"So from now on, I'm not going to call it the death penalty, I'm going to call it the death penalty.

Jangno became a monk again, not a secular name, Jang Yu-bok, but a political name.

So it was right to call it the death penalty.

Jong-seok, who had thought about it for a while, bowed his head as he joined forces at the right angle.

"Tree amytabul"

At Jong-seok's dislike, Jeong-gak looked at him and bowed his head in unison.

"Tree amytabul"

"I didn't know you'd come to our party when you'd be busy with the first Sorimsa feast."

"The second Shaolin company said hello to us. How can we not say hello?"

"Some of our students went to see what Sorimsa Temple was like and started to win when the audience joined. They said your disciples were right during the battle, so we'll pay for the treatment."

My eyebrows wriggled at Jong-seok's words.

The hit man was right to say he would pay for the treatment, but from the point of view, he was upset.

Then suddenly, the clock struck the last stone.

"By the way... have you ever met me?"

I think I've seen Jong-seok's face before.

"I've seen pictures on the Internet, but this is the first time I've ever met them in person."

"Yes..."

While talking, the clock struck Jong-seok. Listening to Jong-seok, you know where you saw Jong-seok.

"Korean Oriental Medicine Doctor"

In Korea, the company has put up a trademark as Sorim Room because it combines internal medicine and medicine.

At that time, I saw a picture of an oriental doctor studying internal engineering in Korea...

Are you sure you were a student of Shaolin?'

I read the data that Korean oriental medicine doctors learned martial arts from the Buddhist monk of Shaolin Temple, but I thought so.

By the way, it seems to be real when I saw it here.

'Then... "In the Sorim Room, the inner workings and the medicine..."

Jong-seok told Soraemuibang, which is registered as a trademark, on time when he was distracted by business items.

"Let's eat for now."

After being conscious of Jongseok's words, he moved to the temple.

With the sharp steps taken into the temple, the voice of the old man was heard.

"The first Sorim Temple's chief of staff, Ambassador on time, came to celebrate the opening of the headquarters. I'd appreciate it if you could open the way for a moment."

When the exact moment saw him in Jangno's voice, Jangno joined forces and bowed his head.

When he moved inside, people stepped back and opened the way for him.

As the clock moved on to him, Jangno also took his disciples and began to walk opposite him.

In the midst of the crowd, the hour of the hour and the hour of the wrath faced each other. Jong-seok snuck behind the old man and saw the right time.

"Congratulations on the opening."

"Thank you for coming to congratulate me."

Though the spirit of the hour would be bubbling, for now the two of them had a pleasant chat.

Watching the two talk, I saw the monks behind Jongseok.

Behind the square were about thirty monks, who appeared to be a draw.

However, Jong-seok's face, which saw the monks, was not surprised.

'They're strong.

Not all of the monks standing behind the square, but about a dozen of them were masters to the eye.

It's incomparable to the Hongwon, the best master of Shaolin, seen at Shaolin Temple before.

But…

The smell of blood... It's vibrating.

The smell of blood was vibrating from the monks standing behind the clock.