Some of the adults joined hands to memorize the disapproval of the principal.
They were also Moya who had received Dalmado from Buddhist monk Hanbaek.
"You're a good monk."
"He's a good man."
Jong-seok, who nodded at the principal's words, put ink on his brush and looked at the picture line.
'I wish the family of the master of my painting would be at ease.'
Dalmado of Shaolin Temple just drew it with a single stroke, using his experience as the head of Shaolin Temple.
But I couldn't draw it in a single stroke after hearing the story of a hundred.
"Put your heart in the picture."
Thinking about that, Jong-seok slowly began to draw Dalmado.
Sweep! Sweep!
From Jongseok's hand, Dalmado, which feels a little different from the Dalmado painted in China, began to be painted.
If the Chinese painting of Dalmado contained benevolence in fear, the painting of Dalmado now contained a lot of relaxing feelings.
Dalmato, who feels more comfortable than scared.
Jong-seok, who painted Dalmato, smiled as if he liked it and lifted it.
"How are you?"
"Good. I think I can feel Mr. Lee's feelings just by looking at him."
Jong-seok nodded at the elders.
'Is this called enlightenment?'
The realization that you're putting your heart in the picture.
Jong-seok, who was looking at the painting with a happy face, held up his brush and started painting Dalmado again.
I was going to paint Dalmado for all the grown-ups of Moon Bang-woo because I wanted them to get along well.
"I shouldn't think about this, but... If you write down your work experience, you'll get some experience."
Jong-seok frowned at the thought of getting some experience while painting Dalmado.
For a moment, I felt like I had mixed thoughts in my brush, perhaps because I was thinking about something else.
After taking away Dalmado, Jong-seok started painting again.
Jong-seok, who drew dalmado for adults, handed them out.
The adults smiled at him and saw Dalmado.
"Okay. As expected, Mr. Lee is a natural writer. You're not only talented in writing, but also in anger."
Cha In-beom said to Jong-seok, who looked at the painting with a nod to the elders.
"Can I ask you a favor, Mr. Lee?"
Jong-seok said to Cha In-beom.
"If you're talking about Chinese artifacts, I'll help you anytime."
Among the fund-raising institutions, Jong-seok informed me of them. Something easy to find and open.
Other institutions, however, could only be opened if they had a stalactite. The other agencies couldn't explain it, and they had to see it in person to open it.
Let me explain... One of them had to be touched in a bowl of rice to open the engine.
So Jong-seok has to go and open it himself. It's hard to explain in words to find anything else out of the rice grains.
"I am very grateful for that."
'What about it? Are you trying to ask me another favor?'
said Jong-seok, who had that thought.
"If you have anything to say, say it."
"Not anything else... I have to meet Chinese officials often over the relics issue... "Chinese kids love writing."
When Cha In-beom hesitated, Jong-seok nodded.
"You need a gift for Chinese officials."
"I'll take care of it."
Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan seemed really embarrassed to say this.
They say it's for doing good, but if you think about it, they're asking you to write them a gift for the bribe.
Jong-seok nodded at Cha In-beom's words. As they say, the Chinese like poetry and think like symbols of wealth.
Jin Yang-woo sometimes gets the writing as a gift when he meets Jong-seok.
So a poem written by Jong-seok would be a good gift for Chinese officials.
"It's okay. It's worth it if my writings and paintings are helpful for the return of Korean artifacts."
In addition, it was also a writing session because it was a place where adults spend their time writing.
It's the same as trying hard to give a gift to others or to show it to adults.
"Shall I take care of it?"
"Please do so."
Jong-seok, who nodded at Cha In-beom's words, slowly began to write.
Jong-seok began to make his work one by one, drawing pictures that the Chinese would like and writing poems next to them.
***
The road to China's Forbidden City was blocked off by tourists.
And there were several people standing on the road. And among them were Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan, along with employees from the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
"Don't you think it's here?"
At Cha In-beom's words, Won Seung-hwan nodded at the wall.
"This brick is exactly 108th."
In Won's words, Cha In-beom saw the brick he pointed at. The walls outside the capital were very high and long.
The height alone seemed to be about ten meters.
Cha In-beom, who was looking at such a funding wall, saw a Chinese official next to him.
The official from the Chinese Cultural Administration was smiling with a pleasant face.
Before coming here, Cha In-beom gave me a scroll drawn by Jong-seok, and since then, my face has been smiling.
In addition, I held the scroll Cha In-beom gave me in one hand, and whenever I had time, I opened it and shared it with people around me.
Looking at it, Cha In-beom said,
"Now I'm moving the engine."
The official nodded at Cha In-beom's words. But he didn't seem very interested.
When Korean officials told me that there was an institution in the Forbidden City and that there would be many Chinese artifacts in it, Chinese officials were dumbfounded.
If they know Chinese history, they know better. How much do Koreans know?
In the meantime, Chinese people have regarded Forbidden City as a national treasure, managed it, and investigated it.
But when Koreans came to Korea to exchange institutions and history they didn't know, they asked to exchange them with Korean relics in China.
Chinese officials had turned down the offer with a lukewarm response.
But... one day, I was told to meet and talk from above.
After wondering what was going on, the Forbidden City ordered us to open an agency today.
And the official could see today why these instructions came.
"If I had a treasure like this, I'd like to know what kind of work went to the people above."
With a happy face, the official gently stroked the ruler's hand-held. As an official of the Cultural Administration, I saw writings and paintings by many famous masters, but it was not common to see such writings and paintings.
And it was ridiculous to have such writings and paintings.
Lee Jong-seok. I think it's a Korean celebrity, but it would be worth considering if we could exchange his writings and paintings for Korean relics.'
With that in mind, the official opened the scroll and looked at the writings and paintings.
The scroll, which depicts a god standing under the moon holding a glass of wine, was written next to a poem written by Lee Tae-baek.
'That's great. What?'
The look on the official's face as he was looking at the scrolls was young. In his eyes, Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan showed what they were doing.
Cha In-beom pressed the stone on the floor with his hands and gave Won Seung-hwan a wink, and he pressed the sixth brick from the bottom up.
Then the two of them pressed the bricks at the same time began to go inside.
And...
Dropping!
With a small sound, the bricks next to Cha In-beom went inside, leaving room for one person.
"Uh!"
The startled official hurried forward. Cha In-beom and Won Seung-hwan looked surprised at the official's approach.
You said if you pressed the brick at the same time, the hole would open. It's real.'
At the entrance to the Forbidden City, the 108th lowest brick to the outside and the sixth brick to the top at the same time to open the hole.
When the two looked at each other, the official glanced around the hole with a flashlight and said,
"Where is this going?"
"I heard it goes inside the capital city."
At the words of Cha In-beom, the official beckoned a staff member to go inside.
After a moment's indecision, the employee slowly began to crawl into the hole.
***
Jong-seok was taking a monthly leave today and entering Gyeonghwadae. He made a notice to the patients in advance that he was not there today and took the time to come to Kyunghwa University.
What I came to Kyunghwa University today was to show the students of oriental medical school what they were doing and to make them feel curious and familiar with the dry ball.
Jong-seok was listening to the radio as he drove into the Gyeonghwadae.
The discovery of the century in China's Forbidden City. Today, China's Foreign Ministry discovered about a dozen artifacts used in the Ming Dynasty's imperial palace in China's Forbidden City.
On the other hand, after transferring these artifacts to the Beijing Museum, The exhibition will take place from the end of this month...
Jong-seok nodded at the radio.
Something must have been coming from where I told you. About a dozen points? That's a lot more than I thought.
Relics must have come from the institutions he taught. Jong-seok fidgeted with his cell phone.
Should I call him and ask him what happened?'
Jong-seok shook his head when he was thinking about it.
"You'll be in touch."
Then Jong-seok stopped his car at Kyunghwadae Oriental Medicine School and got out of the car.
It was a different feeling because it was my first time coming to school after graduation. Entering the oriental medical school building, Jongseok was able to see researchers waiting for him at the entrance.
"Why are you out there?"
"I'm here to show you around."
"You're a graduate here, too. You're no guide. Let's go."
When the researchers took a step, Jong-seok asked.
"How are the students?"
"All the arts majors and sophomores came in, and only the students who had time. And many professors are in."
Jong-seok nodded at the researchers. To let you know about my work today, Heo Yul asked professors for their understanding and gathered students.
Students will have to watch it a lot to feel curious and learn and learn how to do it.
Of course, even if it's cooked from now on, it'll take about a decade to build up the inner workings needed to develop the pulse.
Anyway, you'll have to start ten or twenty years to save time.
The place where he and his researchers went was an auditorium in oriental medical school. The auditorium, which can accommodate about two hundred people, was used for seminars and welcoming parties for freshmen.
The auditorium was full of students and professors were sitting in the front row.
Jong-seok went forward and greeted the professors.
"Hello."
"Jongseok, you've been hearing a lot of stories lately.
"You seem to be getting along well with your graduation, so I'm relieved."
When Heo Yul winked at Jong-seok, who greeted the professors, Jong-seok climbed onto the platform.
When the researcher gave Jong-seok a microphone, Jong-seok said while receiving it.
"Hello. I'm Lee Jong-seok, a graduate of Kyunghwa University's oriental medical school."
Clap clap clap!
When I clapped with the students, Jong-seok nodded.
"Can you hear my voice now?"
"Yes!"
Jong-seok opened his mouth with a microphone in his hand at the answers of the students.
"If you've heard of the study of internal medicine and medicine, would you raise your hand?"
Most of the students raised their hands at Jong-seok's words. Jong-seok smiled at the sight and said,
"You know a lot. What do you think the inner workings are?"
When a student raised his hand to Jong-seok's question, Jong-seok looked at him. The student answered him loudly.
"Tell Me"
"That's right. The inner workings are also called flags. And what you've heard a lot about my work and my skills is probably the energy that comes from martial arts novels. Internal medicine and medicine is the study that uses internal medicine in conjunction with medical science."
A student raised his hand at Jong-seok's remark. When Jong-seok pointed at him, he said aloud.
"Is there really something called internal engineering?"
Jong-seok nodded at the student's question.
"The first thing I'm curious about is that I'm going to be treated with my gut. Do you really have any inner workings? I mean, but shouldn't you believe that there's something called inner workings and energy? Tile and blood are the most important principles in our Korean medicine for the source and treatment of all diseases."
When the student nodded quietly at Jong-seok's words, Jong-seok laughed.
"But it's kind of weird to tell you to believe it's out of sight."
Then Jong-seok gave the microphone to the researcher.
"I've heard that the new high jump record is 1m 47. About this much?"
Jong-seok pointed his hand at the researcher's chest and said,
"Establishment is power, to put it simply. It absorbs the energy of nature and creates superhuman power."
Then Jong-seok said to the researcher,
"Just stand still."
"What?"
When the researchers were wondering, Jong-seok hit the ground lightly.
Fa'at!
And the stalactites that shot up were still on the researcher's shoulders.
"Wow!"
"Look at the jump."
When the students were surprised, Jong-seok stood on the researcher's shoulder and said,
"Are you tired?"
The researcher said in a startled voice, looking at the stalactites on his shoulders.
"Ah... no?"
Jong-seok looked at the students and said to them,
"I weigh about 72 kilograms. So this student is so powerful that he can hold me on his shoulder and still be okay?"
"How'd you do that?"
When the students wondered, Jong-seok told the researcher.
"Run."
At Jong-seok's words, the researcher carefully moved his feet, tilted his head, and began to run fast.
The students' faces were surprised at the sight. The researchers are running on a rock weighing over 70 kilograms.
And Jong-seok opened his mouth on a researcher like that.
"Everyone, put your hands up."
The students raised their hands to Jong-seok's words.
"Don't put your hands down. Just stay still. Don't be surprised if I run over there. Let's get started."
Along with the horse, Jong-seok kicked the researcher's shoulder and jumped at the students.
Tatata blame!
And the stalks began to run quickly over the palms of the students.
And the faces of the palm owners on which Jong-seok set foot were surprised.
Apparently, an adult is running on his palm, and only a light weight can be felt.
"Wow!"
"What is this!"
And the admiration of the students who had a wonderful experience began to burst out in the auditorium.
Although he felt a little bit young, Jong-seok showed a lot of cool things that he could do with his inner workings after that.
And when Jong-seok gave it to me with a ji-pung, the students were shocked and applauded loudly.