Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 930
Bop Jeong, who was silently descending Mt. Hua, looked back.
Facing those menacing eyes, Bop Kye shrank his neck without realizing it.
“...Mount Hua.”
The feeling he had while ascending the mountain was certainly different. There was definitely a strange feeling of discomfort, but he had no doubt that he would get what he wanted in the end.
To him, Mount Hua was like wolves that only he could handle.
To ordinary people, wolves are an object of fear, but to those who can tame them, they are nothing more than dogs with sharp teeth.
But now, the dog he thought he had tamed bared his teeth to him, revealing its untamed wilderness from its days of roaming freely.
“The Buddha bestowed mercy on everyone.”
“....”
“But there’s just one kind he did not show mercy to. Do you know what it is?”
“I don’t know.”
“It is demon (??(魔羅)).”
Bop Kye tried to speak but then closed his mouth. Bop Jeong continued.
“Ultimately, it means even the Buddha distinguished beings who could be saved from those who couldn’t. He was stricter than anyone else toward beings that were beyond salvation and only caused harm.”
Bop Jeong stared at Mount Hua’s pavilion in the distance with a stern expression.
“At least I thought Mount Hua wasn’t a devil, but it seems I was wrong.”
“...Bangjang.”
Bop Jeong bit his lip.
Bop Kye looked at him slightly puzzled, as Bop Jeong seemed to be recalling something.
“...At the end of the day....”
“Yes?”
“Never mind.”
Bop Jeong shook his head.
“First, it’s the Yangtze River. We will sort it out. Mount Hua comes next. But...”
He declared coldly.
“One day, Mount Hua too will have to pay for this. Setting aside my personal feelings, I will certainly exact the price for ignoring a crisis that could plunge the world into chaos and for dragging Shaolin’s name through the mud.”
“Indeed, that is what should be done, Bangjang.”
Kkadeuk.
The beads in the hands of Bop Jeong shattered and fell down.
It seemed as if the prayer beads falling out of the broken thread and rolling around explained the relationship between Shaolin and Mount Hua. The thin thread that had barely kept them connected was now severed.
“Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword....”
Bop Jeong clenched his teeth and took a step.
“This is your choice.”
* * *
After Bop Jeong left, the key figures of Mount Hua gathered again in the sect leader’s room.
Among those key figures, Hye Yeon sat proudly. Looking at his clear, bright eyes, pride naturally rose in everyone’s hearts.
“Everyone... thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, monk.”
“We’re not strangers, it’s nothing.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
A bright, slightly embarrassed smile spread across Hye Yeon’s face.
He had voluntarily abandoned Shaolin, which was like his home. Yet, he wasn’t overwhelmed by sorrow, thanks to the presence of these people. They had become a different kind of family, unlike Shaolin.
‘Yes, this is where I belong...’
“Are you smiling?”
“....”
Kwang!
But unfortunately, amidst this warm atmosphere, there was one person who wasn’t smiling at all.
The demon, who seemed to have just risen from hell, stared at Hye Yeon with razor-sharp eyes. A terrifying madness flickered in those eyes. Hye Yeon instinctively shrank back.
“Find it funny?”
“...Si- Siju. I....”
“But this guy?”
Chung Myung’s face turned increasingly red as Hye Yeon timidly retreated.
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Are you trying to mock me?”
“Wha- what do you...”
“Eiii!”
“Aaaaaargh! Sect Leader! My ear! My ear! It hurts! My ear!”
“Have you lost your mind, charging at Shaolin Bangjang with a sword? While I looked away for a moment, you rushed out and made a mess of things, and now what? Hye Yeon? Hey, you rascal! Was it monk Hye Yeon’s fault? It’s all your fault!”
“Argh! Ears, ears! Ah, my ears are falling off! Aargh!”
“Aigoo.. dear ancestors...! Just what kind of sin had I committed for you to send a bastard like this to me....”
– I’m sorry.
“Huh?”
He could hear something.....
“Aaaaaack!”
Chung Myung managed to escape and ran away to a corner. Then, veins on his neck rose and he protested.
“No, what else could I have done? Those bastards were ranting about cutting off the baldie’s head!”
“...They didn’t say they were going to cut off my head. It was just Tendons and Veins Severement...”
“I’d rather have his throat cut. Without his martial arts, he’s nothing but an idiot! Where can I use this guy if has no martial arts skills? He would be worse than a neighborhood dog!”
“....”
What truly saddened Hye Yeon was not Chung Myung’s words. It was the immediate nod of agreement from the other Mount Hua’s disciples as soon as the word ended.
Tears welled up in Hye Yeon’s tightly shut eyes.
‘Bad people...’
I was the crazy one for feeling touched for a moment. Me.
“We’ve become enemies with Shaolin... With Shaolin... Ancestors, I’ve ruined everything. Now Mount Hua is doomed...”
“Hey! Don’t say such unlucky things! Even a hundred years ago, we were fighting tooth and nail with Shaolin, but we didn’t collapse, did we?”
When Hyun Jong heard that, he saw Chung Myung with a blank face.
“...Hundred years ago?”
“Yes!”
“A hundred years ago?”
“I told you so!”
“...But we did collapse?”
“What?”
Huh?
...Now that you mention it?
As Chung Myung’s speech was completely blocked, Hyun Jong slowly sank into his seat.
“What are we going to do now... What to do with this...”
“Keuhum.”
Hyun Sang saw this and hinted.
“If you were that worried, you could have resolved it amicably ...”
“How could I resolve it amicably in that situation! You rascal!”
“How could we solve anything amicably with those Shaolin bastards!”
Surely, their approaches were entirely different, but their actions were hardly distinguishable.
Before long, even the sect leader had been influenced by Chung Myung, and quite severely at that.
The faces of Mount Hua’s disciples quickly dimmed.
“...Now Mount Hua is doomed.”
“No, what do you mean doomed? I’m here!”
“....”
Hyun Jong stared at Chung Myung and then let out a deep sigh.
“Really, we’re doomed.”
“No, but this yangban?”
“It’s your sect leader, you bastard!”
As soon as Chung Myung blinked, Baek Cheon rushed and kicked him.
Chung Myung, who had rolled into a corner, suddenly got up.
“No, there’s nothing to worry about! Those Shaolin bastards aren’t a big deal, you see?”
“You said they were a big deal earlier.”
“If I’m dealing with them, they’re nothing!”
“...Just stick to saying two things at most, Chung Myung-ah.”
How can one mouth produce such a diverse range of statements? Anyone who sees this will think a rainbow springs from his mouth.
Chung Myung, who shouts tirelessly, and Hyun Jong murmurs something while dazed, Hye Yeon, who is stuck in a corner and depressed, and the disciples of Mount Hua each voicing their opinions.
Crunch.
Sitting in a corner, Hong Dae-gwang couldn’t find a way to interject into the commotion. He simply nibbled on some crackers, almost invisible in the room.
“...What a mess.”
How should he say this?
Yet, in a way, it was really a Mount Hua-like scene.