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The hour of the hour hit the spot and got up. When Mansong pushed the stalactites together for the first time, Mansong was as good as expected! I had thought that'

I won until I hit back after hitting Jong-seok's kick. I thought about it.

But... he was beaten lightly by Jong-seok, and then he was beaten solidly.

What the hell is this?'

The hour of the hour was astonished and bewildered. The sharp-faced man raised his hand.

"Stop!"

At the cry of the hour, Jong-seok stopped his hand and turned. Then Man-song knelt down and fell down.

Boom!

When Jeong-gak saw the monks, they rushed to help Man-song and left.

I saw a monk behind me while looking inside the hall with a stiff face.

The monk shook his head with a stiff face in the gaze. It meant that he was no match for himself.

He bit his lips on time. But it also rose from the chair with a smile for a moment.

"Hahaha! This is where Sorim's pulse continues. They are immature children, but they are good at the martial arts school at the headquarters, and it's amazing that they can compete with each other so easily. Next time, I think we'll have to bring them back to our students."

Jeonggak changed the humiliation of this place to the defeat of the students of the Shaolin Martial Arts School, not the disciples of Shaolin Temple.

And people chattered at the exact words.

"I can't even see Hong Kong."

"I know. If I had come to fight, I would have brought Hong-won."

He seemed to believe in the exact words of the absence of the Hongwon. People didn't seem to know that Hongwon lost while performing martial arts at Shaolin Temple.

Looking at those people, I sighed a little relief on time. I'm blindfolded, but I can save face instead of not doing it.

Then, on time, he looked at the wrath.

"You have the ability to take a seat in front of the head office."

When Jong-seok opened his mouth with a grimace at the word of the hour, the elder raised his hand to restrain him.

Then he said to Jong-seok,

"Let the guests go out."

"Okay."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to Chang-no's words, joined hands with people and said,

"The opening ceremony of the headquarters is over. I'll be back in the afternoon with a new look, so please go to Shaolin and have a meal."

"Dining at Shaolin?"

"Are you telling me to eat and come back?"

When people wondered, Jong-seok said,

"As far as I know, Shaolin prepared free food for the concert today. I don't think we're out of food right now, so let's go eat."

Knowing what Jong-seok said, people began to leave the temple in a hurry.

The face of the hour became more stiff at the sight. What I've prepared is the first Shaolin, but the second Shaolin is showing off.

When the monks and workers of the First Shaolin Temple sent the people out, the serpent saw the right time.

"Can I call you a priest on time?"

I was being deceived by Jang-no's words calling himself a priest, but the square laughed hard.

"I'm just grateful that the traditional son of Shaolin has called me a priest. But the position is a position, so I'd like you to call me the chief of the room."

"Then I have a question for the First Chief."

The exact eyebrows were slightly wiggled at the sight of the elder Chang-no, who called him the first chief, not Shaolin Temple.

"Speak"

"The disciples just now... You're Shaolin's disciples, right?"

"As I just said, I'm just a student at Shaolin Martial Arts School. I was so good that I asked him to participate in the event, but he just threw his eyes away."

I frowned at the words of the old man.

"I have lived in Soongsan for the rest of my life. All my life I've seen the monks of Shaolin and the students of the martial arts school. I can tell you apart.

"Even if you've seen Tae-san all your life, you don't know what Tae-san's insides are unless you live in Tae-san."

When asked exactly how well others would know about the situation in another's house, the old man opened his mouth while looking at him.

"That's..."

"The Death Penalty"

At Jong-seok's call, a fierce anger saw him. Jong-seok whispered to him quietly.

"He doesn't answer questions. Just let it go."

"But..."

"I'll find the answer to your question."

At Jong-seok's words, the old man nodded as he looked at him. He turned his head at the right angle.

"My students are injured, so I think we should treat them."

With a sharp nod to the congratulatory spirit, he led the monks out of the gate.

Seeing that, Jong-seok was angry.

"There seems to be a secret we don't know at Shaolin."

"Isn't it a question?"

"The secret is to hide, but if you ask, will you answer it easily?"

After a while, the wrath sighed at Jong-seok's words.

"What do you think of their lives?"

"It wasn't the life of those who killed one or two people."

"That's what I think."

said Jong-seok, who was watching Jang-no sighing.

"First of all, I think I need to treat my students. I'd like to work here, please.

"Surely."

At Chang'o's words, Jong-seok took his disciples behind him and went inside.

The second Shaolin Temple, where the sun fell, was quiet and dark. The audience left and the actors and the martial arts team went down the mountain.

That's why only the disciples of Shaolin remain in the temple.

And Jong-seok and Jang-no sat opposite each other at the Daeungjeon Hall.

"What do you think?"

There is no question of what, but Jangno knew what it was.

"They're killing people. And that's the suit of Sorim. It's unforgivable."

Then, Jangno saw Jongseok.

"What do priests think?"

"Regular or not... "If the man who wears the robes of Shaolin and names Shaolin did something, then we'll do it according to the laws of Shaolin."

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

"That's what I think. But the first Shaolin Temple and the right time won't admit anything about him. And I'm not going to allow you to punish me according to the laws of Shaolin."

"I don't want anyone's permission to pay for the crime. The guilty man is punished, the good man is rewarded... Isn't that simple?"

"You can't just walk in there, can you?"

I thought about Jong-seok for a while before I said,

"Sorimsa Temple, the structure has changed a lot, hasn't it?"

"Yes, there are many shrines and buildings that were burnt down during the Cultural Revolution. Most of the buildings in Shaolin are new."

"Then what are some old-fashioned shrines, buildings, and terrain?"

"and then..."

The serpent told me about the buildings and places that had not changed.

When Jong-seok heard the story, he nodded and got up.

"Then take a rest.

"Where are you going?"

"I have something to think about, and I'm going to take a walk."

"Shall I come with you?"

"I have something to think about alone."

"That..."

"Come think about it and talk to me."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang-no no longer spoke. When Jong-seok, who bowed his head to such an old man, turned around and tried to go out of the palace, he said Jang-no.

"Don't overdo it."

I'll be right back."

After leaving the temple, Jong-seok took something out of his arms. What came out of Jong-seok's arms were pieces of cloth that Paul tore from the clothes of Shaolin's draw.

"Let me see..."

While looking around at the piece of cloth, Jong-seok picked up a pretty long piece of it and connected it to another piece of cloth.

Then, I made a mask by covering my face and head slightly. The stone, who made such a rough mask, put it in his arms and kicked the ground.

Fa'at!

***

The pagoda forest, which is the tomb of the monks of Shaolin Temple, was darkened.

Dedeuk! Dedeuk!

There was a movement in the quiet tower forest. One of the towers began to move little by little.

Dedeuk! Dedeuk!

A person's head crept out of the tower as it began to move slightly to the side with a heavy sound.

The man who put his head through the hole was Jongseok.

Jong-seok's experience in the Sorimsa Temple included several hidden secrets.

Among them was a secret passage hidden in Shaolin Temple. And the tower where Jongseok appeared was one of the secret passages.

Fortunately, the secret passageway was alive and we got here safely.

I've come in, and...'

A muttered inwardly, Jong-seok lifted up his inner space. Then the sense of the stone began to become extremely sensitive.

Even a quiet night... The silence began to catch the ears of Jong-seok.

People began to hear the faint sound of people's popularity in Jongseok's ears.

When people heard the sound of people's presence, Jong-seok began to remember the signs.

Then Jong-seok sneaked into the hole and took out his cell phone.

Let me see...'

Jong-seok, who turned on his cell phone, turned on the map app and checked Shaolin. Then I began to see the whole view of Shaolin Temple.

"Time's really getting better.

The mobile phone map app details the path of Shaolin Temple and the names of the buildings.

Even the top forest where Jongseok is confident. If you zoom in a lot, it looks blurry, but you can see the head of a passerby clearly enough to the point where you can see it.

Looking around at the map, Jong-seok compared the figures of people's popularity to the maps.

'Then shall we try moving?'

Jong-seok hit the ground with his thoughts.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok, who rose straight out of the hole, kicked the tower and quickly began to escape the forest.

'Tree amytabul... It's all for Shaolin, so don't be mad at me for kicking my hair."

It takes a while to kick a tower containing the sarira of Shaolin Temple.

Memorizing the dislike inside, Jong-seok moved quickly, hitting the tower. There are CCTVs in the tower forest, but Jong-seok was not worried about him.

CCTVs film everything passing by, but it's human to watch it.

On this dark night, Jong-seok will appear on the screen and disappear at a speed that no one can produce.

At least we won't get caught by CCTV while we're moving fast.

Papapot! Papapot!

Jong-seok, out of the forest, jumped onto a nearby tree, beating the towers quickly.

Whiz!

Jong-seok, who jumped into the tree through the wind, looked around.

I don't think he's caught yet.

The quietness while leaving the forest seemed to have left me unnoticed.

He began to move, kicking a tree. Jong-seok, who had been running fast from tree to tree, quickly bounced and twisted.

A CCTV was placed in a branch of a tree that was about to land.

A stone with a hurried twist stuck his hand into the tree.

Puck!

Relying on a hand stuck through a tree, the stalactites hurriedly fixed their new type.

I almost got caught.

Jong-seok, who was watching CCTV that almost got kicked under his feet, looked ahead. I could see the pavilions in front of me.

Let me see.

Along with his thoughts, Jong-seok extended his feeling by pulling up his career. Then, Jong-seok's ears began to hear people's movements and sounds faintly.

"Second Shaolin seems to have a great martial arts..."

"I guess it's great. From what the executioners who went there today told me. They say it's flying."

"If the Second Shaolin Martial Arts is so great, shouldn't we learn the martial arts there, too?"

"Shh! If you get caught saying that, you'll be excommunicated."

"But we came to Shaolin to learn strong martial arts..."

"Don't be ridiculous."

The building in front of us seemed to be the residence of monks, but inside, we could hear stories of monks sharing.

And the subject of the story was today the Great Battle of the First and Second Shaolin.

Listening to the stories of such monks, Jong-seok began to look for the stories he needed.

I don't think it's here.

Jong-seok lightly kicked the tree at the patient's groans and the deafening of the crowd.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok, who was running around the roof of a pavilion at Shaolin Temple, laid a boat on one roof and listened to the sound from below.

I was walking around the halls, and I came here because I smelled like... It was a bingo. The hall was for treating Shaolin patients, and there were a lot of flowers in it.

"If you get well, let's kill you."

"That's right. Let's kill him."

Jong-seok frowned at the words, "Oh, my god.

You bastards are losing their minds.

Jong-seok, muttered inside, focused on what he heard from below. I heard a lot of stories about the monks of Shaolin Temple because they were treated when they were injured.

Among them, it was necessary to filter out the sound to hear only what they wanted to hear.

"Focus on recovery for now. And... and then kill."

"But what do the foreigners do with the Mansong death penalty? I'm not going to stay there forever."

"If you go abroad, you can go abroad and kill them. And lastly, that young bastard."

"What about old people?"

"He doesn't touch."

"Why?"

"It's the man the tin is interested in. If he dies, things can get complicated."

"Well, I guess I'll have to go abroad first."

"Tell the priests in Iraq to stand by and don't come back when you're done. Once we get the address of the foreigners' home... Send it over there. "so that when you get home, you can get a gift."

Jong-seok's face hardened when he heard the sound from below.

I'll kill you in a fit of anger! I can say. But this sound... It's not like that.

It was a murder plot, burning with revenge, not in anger.

'You bastards... I can't let it go.

Jong-seok twisted his body with his thoughts.

Whispering!

His body fell off the roof with the stone rubbing itself.