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Chapter 346 - Brother, take it easy
Four o'clock (9 a.m.).
After breakfast, he heard the sound of a bell ringing in his ears while taking a walk around the neighbourhood.
Subsequently, the guru and practitioners moved in one direction.
Out of curiosity, I followed slowly and came to the Oryong Palace.
'ah! It must have sounded like a bell announcing the start of the sermon.’
In order to pass the question-and-answer ceremony, the sermon is essential.
The couple quietly mingled with the people and entered the Wulong Palace.
The spacious interior was filled with male and female practitioners and Oryonggung masters scattered across the eight halls, so there was no room to set foot.
After a while, an elderly Taoist went up to the podium.
“Leojo said that since ancient times, sages and true men taught and passed it on from mouth to mouth. Today, I would like to pass on the teachings of Yeojo to the many helpers present here... … .”
Nodosa and Gojuk went straight into the lecture on ‘Taeulgeumhwajongji’ without any special greetings.
“Ryojo said, ‘Heaven and earth see man as a gnat, and the great truth sees heaven and earth as bubbles. Only the supreme god [principal soul] presiding over life activities is the true nature [true nature] existing before birth, transcending time and space and above it.” This original spirit is our true self, so diligently polish it... … .”
Gojuk lectured for almost half an hour (one hour) without a break.
He sat cross-legged and listened to the love story, which was sore that he couldn't stand it.
I'm talking about yin and yang, emotion, God, and martial arts, and I'm getting dizzy.
For Yeon Jeok-ha, who has been living his own way since leaving the warehouse, preaching was tantamount to hell.
He closed his eyes and hoped the sermon would end quickly.
“… … When an insect called a dung beetle rolls dung round, a white light appears in the middle of the grain. It is a new thing created by the action of the dung beetle's god, and it can be said to be a divine skill. If this is the case with mere insects, how can a new thing not come into being when people pour out their spirits?”
Kojuk, who was lecturing, suddenly shut his mouth.
I heard a strange sound from somewhere.
“Growl… … .”
This is definitely snoring.
'Such a crazy man, sleeping snoring during the sermon in the Dragon Palace?'
Until now, in the history of Oryonggung, there has never been a religious monk who was so ignorant.
Gojuk pointed to one side with his index finger.
The people at the point where his fingers were pointing hurriedly turned their heads back.
One acolyte, whose face was covered in boils, nodded and fell asleep.
A guru sitting next to Yeonjeokha belatedly stabbed Yeonjeokha with his elbow.
“Write.”
When someone touched her, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and opened her eyes.
'Is the sermon over?'
I was startled by the friendly atmosphere of the couple rubbing their eyes without thinking.
'omg!'
The masters of the Dragon Palace were looking at him with ferocious eyes.
In this case, you should act as if you had woken up from meditation.
He nodded his head with a serious face, like someone who had a big worry about dating.
Such a shameless appearance rather touched the upright Gojuk's nerves.
'A guy who slept loudly will stop pretending?'
“Who are you?”
"Me?"
Go Juk was offended at Yeon Jeok Ha's questioning, but he held it in.
“Yes, sir. Who are you?”
“It’s called Yeondubi.”
“Looking at the clothes, it looks like a practitioner, is that right?”
“Yes, I’m a practioner.”
Gojuk's expression softened at the word 'haseongo'.
This is because the ordinary people of “Ha Xiango” are beginners who have just started cultivating.
“Yes, Yeon Doo-bi of Ha Seon-go. Do you know what time it is?”
"……."
“I know you well. The sermon of the Dragon Palace is a precious place admired by masters all over the world. It's still difficult to understand, but if you keep listening, your ears will open.”
"yes."
Yeonjeokha politely replied.
He was grateful that he didn't seem to take issue with his short nap.
Once he got attention, he fell asleep.
From then on, he focused on Nodosa's sermon with his bright eyes.
The sermon ended at noon.
The trainees and masters gathered in the Oryong Palace rushed out.
Lee Do-joo approached Yeon Jeok-ha who was trudging along.
“Yeon Sohyeop.”
"yes?"
"Don't embarrass the practitioners of Haseongo."
“… … .”
I couldn't say anything in response to his sudden remark.
It wasn't wrong, so he didn't want to refute it, but he wasn't in a good mood.
“If something like this happens again, I will not let it go, even for the sake of the honour of the practitioners of Haseongo.”
That was a clear warning.
He couldn't help but cry for a moment.
The monks of Haseongo did not even want to share the name of Tongseongmyeong with them.
As Manhwangju and Cheon Sangdong said, the honour of people who regard each other as foolish or vagabond?
the sound of a dog laughing
“This brother.”
Yeon Jeok-ha called Lee Do-ju in his mid-thirties.
Lee Do-ju, who was about to turn around, glared at Yeonjeok-ha with cold eyes.
He got angry when a young guy called himself 'Lee hyung'.
"I'm not your brother, so don't call me that."
As Lee Do-joo raised his strength, a light flashed in his eyes.
It was said that it was the best of ‘Ha Seon-go’, and indeed the temperature around it dropped and a chill raged.
Lee Chae was young in Yeonjeokha eyes.
With this level of history, he is believed to be a disciple of the Chill File.
I never thought there would be a master like this in Haseon High School, where all the goofballs gather!
Even so, it is not a dying enemy.
“Then, it’s Igaya. Let me ask one too. You didn't even look at me when I said hello at Haseon High School. After treating me as someone who doesn't exist from the beginning, why are you suddenly disembarking and talking about honour? What kind of honour is there in Haseongo? They say it's just a place where idiots gather? no?"
For a moment, Lee Do-joo said calmly, rather dissipating his history.
“I think our conversation is going to be long, so let’s move on for a while.”
It is said that he will go to a dark place and hit him.
He willingly nodded his head as he wanted that to happen.
“Okay, let’s go. If you can't say it, it's a fist. I don’t know the way, so take the lead.”
Lee Do-ju turned around with a bitter smile.
There are people who know whether it is poop or soybean paste after eating it.
Lee Do-ju got out of the Oryong Palace and went downstairs.
And when he descended the mountain about an hour (15 minutes) and reached a lonely valley, he finally stopped.
“Yeondubi. I have no personal feelings for you. However, it is unbearable for you to disregard me and disgrace the faces of the practitioners of Haesungo. to you today... … .”
He stretched out his introduction like a knight of a prestigious political faction.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was tired of the talkative lectures, frowned.
“Stop whining and let’s finish quickly. come in."
At the provocation of the jeokha , Lee Do-joo rushed like a protection with a shout of ‘You bastard!’.
Booung. humming.
Every time Lee Do-joo's fist cut through the air like lightning, the wasp flapped its wings.
However, like a loach that is in a row, it avoided cooking well.
“There is no one in the disembarkation. Listen to all the best sounds like this. So don't call it freezing. Tsk tsk!”
He hovered around Lee Do-joo, whom he had a relationship with, and teased him.
Lee Do-joo's face seemed to be burning red from the continued fussing, but suddenly, instead of his fists, Jang-young was flying around.
It was obviously the Myeonjang, the festival of the shaman faction.
His palms were as soft as a butterfly, but at the decisive moment, he drove the enemy sharply like a bee.
But it was just there.
No matter how hard Lee Do-joo tried, his palms could not touch Yeonjeok-ha's body.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been hanging out with him, waved his hand as if it were annoying.
slam-.
The moment he thought that a light flashed in front of his eyes, Lee Do-joo passed behind him.
Lee Do-joo, who came to his senses after a while, hurriedly stood up from his seat.
I could see Yeondubi at a distance of three or four steps.
He was looking south of Shaman Mountain with deep eyes that did not suit his face.
It is very different from the sloppiness shown in 'Oryonggung' or 'Ha Seongo'.
“I lost.”
Only then did Yeon Jeok-ha turn toward Lee Do-joo.
“This hyung, do you have a relationship with the non-partisan faction?”
Lee Do-joo's burial technique a while ago contained the softness unique to the shaman group.
'I heard it's called Lee Yu-Steel.'
Unless you are a non-partisan disciple, you will not be able to show that level of proficiency.
just as expected?
“I am a disciple of a non-partisan sect.”
“No, why is the disciple of the secular household in the disembarkation school?”
The jeokha quickly raised his voice.
Even after beating Lee Do-joo, I didn't feel comfortable.
He honestly gave the reason for the fight because he was himself.
Then, he suddenly changed his attitude to the fact that he was a non-partisan, secular disciple.
Yeon Jeok-ha's feelings were soon conveyed to Lee Do-joo.
Lee Do-ju said in a calm tone.
“I am a disciple of Taehwa Palace. I learned martial arts from Taehwagung's master, but as you can see, my skills are terrible. That’s why I went up the mountain again to learn how to do it.”
“Isn’t it okay to learn magic from the master of Taehwagung?”
“As for the technique, Ohryonggung is the best. Taehwagung is a place where masters with a similar style to Sangcheonggung gather. There are no people who have learned the art of magic.”
“Brother, take it easy. I am also a student at Hasan High School... … .”
When Yeon Jeok-ha approached, Lee Do-joo also smiled.
“It is. My younger brother seems to be good at martial arts, so why are you trying to learn martial arts?”
“I am in the same situation as everyone else. I want to prepare myself for some famous cult techniques.”
“As expected, my brother is also trying to learn because of the famous school.”
“When I listened to them, they all sounded the same.”
"ha! If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have become a disciple of Ohryonggung from the start. If that was the case, I would have been on the riverside breakwater by now.”
A bitter smile appeared on Lee Do-joo's face.
When he was young, he was at Taehwa Palace where he learned martial arts.
But since I'm doing this again in my mid-thirties, I wonder what this is all about.
“Still, brother, I think you can learn more easily, right? Maybe it’s because I came from a new life, but I can’t adapt at all.”
Noklim and the non-partisans are polar opposites, like yin and yang.
It had only been a day, but they were exhausted, as if they had been staying for ten years.
“It would be difficult to suddenly become a capital after living as an everyday person. Me too, but my brother will do more. don't give up though If you work hard, good days will come.”
"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry about what happened today. No one greeted me at Haseon High School, but my older brother said something, so I did too.”
“The reason the people of Ha Seon-go kept away from him was because he hung out with strange people.”
“Weird people?”
After thinking for a moment, Lee Do-joo said as if he had made up his mind.
"If you want to pass the initiation ceremony, you'd better not hang out with people like Manhwangju or Cheon Sangdong."
"why?"
“They are out of line. If you've heard the lecture, you'll know, but the shaman's technique is based on the Way. But those people are not interested in deukdo. I think of sorcery as a skill, like swordsmanship or jangbeop. Masters are the ones who will cheat in order to learn the art. But don't you think the teachers don't know about their cunning tricks?”
“Do the priests know too?”
“These are the people who know whether they have attained enlightenment or whether it is a pun even if they hear just one word. There is something they are mistaken about, but there is no right answer in the question-and-answer system. Even if two people give the same answer, the result is different.”
“Isn’t there a correct answer?”
“He will know if he listens to the sermon.”
“I didn’t even hear it… … .”
“Don’t think about serving the first drink. Brother, it's only been a day. If you memorize the recital and attend lectures, the day will surely come when you will find out.”
Of course, I said it as an encouragement.
Lee Do-ju thought that Yeon Doo-bi would not pass the question-and-answer ceremony
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
paypal.me/Agustusfang
Chapter 346 - Brother, take it easy
Four o'clock (9 a.m.).
After breakfast, he heard the sound of a bell ringing in his ears while taking a walk around the neighbourhood.
Subsequently, the guru and practitioners moved in one direction.
Out of curiosity, I followed slowly and came to the Oryong Palace.
'ah! It must have sounded like a bell announcing the start of the sermon.’
In order to pass the question-and-answer ceremony, the sermon is essential.
The couple quietly mingled with the people and entered the Wulong Palace.
The spacious interior was filled with male and female practitioners and Oryonggung masters scattered across the eight halls, so there was no room to set foot.
After a while, an elderly Taoist went up to the podium.
“Leojo said that since ancient times, sages and true men taught and passed it on from mouth to mouth. Today, I would like to pass on the teachings of Yeojo to the many helpers present here... … .”
Nodosa and Gojuk went straight into the lecture on ‘Taeulgeumhwajongji’ without any special greetings.
“Ryojo said, ‘Heaven and earth see man as a gnat, and the great truth sees heaven and earth as bubbles. Only the supreme god [principal soul] presiding over life activities is the true nature [true nature] existing before birth, transcending time and space and above it.” This original spirit is our true self, so diligently polish it... … .”
Gojuk lectured for almost half an hour (one hour) without a break.
He sat cross-legged and listened to the love story, which was sore that he couldn't stand it.
I'm talking about yin and yang, emotion, God, and martial arts, and I'm getting dizzy.
For Yeon Jeok-ha, who has been living his own way since leaving the warehouse, preaching was tantamount to hell.
He closed his eyes and hoped the sermon would end quickly.
“… … When an insect called a dung beetle rolls dung round, a white light appears in the middle of the grain. It is a new thing created by the action of the dung beetle's god, and it can be said to be a divine skill. If this is the case with mere insects, how can a new thing not come into being when people pour out their spirits?”
Kojuk, who was lecturing, suddenly shut his mouth.
I heard a strange sound from somewhere.
“Growl… … .”
This is definitely snoring.
'Such a crazy man, sleeping snoring during the sermon in the Dragon Palace?'
Until now, in the history of Oryonggung, there has never been a religious monk who was so ignorant.
Gojuk pointed to one side with his index finger.
The people at the point where his fingers were pointing hurriedly turned their heads back.
One acolyte, whose face was covered in boils, nodded and fell asleep.
A guru sitting next to Yeonjeokha belatedly stabbed Yeonjeokha with his elbow.
“Write.”
When someone touched her, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and opened her eyes.
'Is the sermon over?'
I was startled by the friendly atmosphere of the couple rubbing their eyes without thinking.
'omg!'
The masters of the Dragon Palace were looking at him with ferocious eyes.
In this case, you should act as if you had woken up from meditation.
He nodded his head with a serious face, like someone who had a big worry about dating.
Such a shameless appearance rather touched the upright Gojuk's nerves.
'A guy who slept loudly will stop pretending?'
“Who are you?”
"Me?"
Go Juk was offended at Yeon Jeok Ha's questioning, but he held it in.
“Yes, sir. Who are you?”
“It’s called Yeondubi.”
“Looking at the clothes, it looks like a practitioner, is that right?”
“Yes, I’m a practioner.”
Gojuk's expression softened at the word 'haseongo'.
This is because the ordinary people of “Ha Xiango” are beginners who have just started cultivating.
“Yes, Yeon Doo-bi of Ha Seon-go. Do you know what time it is?”
"……."
“I know you well. The sermon of the Dragon Palace is a precious place admired by masters all over the world. It's still difficult to understand, but if you keep listening, your ears will open.”
"yes."
Yeonjeokha politely replied.
He was grateful that he didn't seem to take issue with his short nap.
Once he got attention, he fell asleep.
From then on, he focused on Nodosa's sermon with his bright eyes.
The sermon ended at noon.
The trainees and masters gathered in the Oryong Palace rushed out.
Lee Do-joo approached Yeon Jeok-ha who was trudging along.
“Yeon Sohyeop.”
"yes?"
"Don't embarrass the practitioners of Haseongo."
“… … .”
I couldn't say anything in response to his sudden remark.
It wasn't wrong, so he didn't want to refute it, but he wasn't in a good mood.
“If something like this happens again, I will not let it go, even for the sake of the honour of the practitioners of Haseongo.”
That was a clear warning.
He couldn't help but cry for a moment.
The monks of Haseongo did not even want to share the name of Tongseongmyeong with them.
As Manhwangju and Cheon Sangdong said, the honour of people who regard each other as foolish or vagabond?
the sound of a dog laughing
“This brother.”
Yeon Jeok-ha called Lee Do-ju in his mid-thirties.
Lee Do-ju, who was about to turn around, glared at Yeonjeok-ha with cold eyes.
He got angry when a young guy called himself 'Lee hyung'.
"I'm not your brother, so don't call me that."
As Lee Do-joo raised his strength, a light flashed in his eyes.
It was said that it was the best of ‘Ha Seon-go’, and indeed the temperature around it dropped and a chill raged.
Lee Chae was young in Yeonjeokha eyes.
With this level of history, he is believed to be a disciple of the Chill File.
I never thought there would be a master like this in Haseon High School, where all the goofballs gather!
Even so, it is not a dying enemy.
“Then, it’s Igaya. Let me ask one too. You didn't even look at me when I said hello at Haseon High School. After treating me as someone who doesn't exist from the beginning, why are you suddenly disembarking and talking about honour? What kind of honour is there in Haseongo? They say it's just a place where idiots gather? no?"
For a moment, Lee Do-joo said calmly, rather dissipating his history.
“I think our conversation is going to be long, so let’s move on for a while.”
It is said that he will go to a dark place and hit him.
He willingly nodded his head as he wanted that to happen.
“Okay, let’s go. If you can't say it, it's a fist. I don’t know the way, so take the lead.”
Lee Do-ju turned around with a bitter smile.
There are people who know whether it is poop or soybean paste after eating it.
Lee Do-ju got out of the Oryong Palace and went downstairs.
And when he descended the mountain about an hour (15 minutes) and reached a lonely valley, he finally stopped.
“Yeondubi. I have no personal feelings for you. However, it is unbearable for you to disregard me and disgrace the faces of the practitioners of Haesungo. to you today... … .”
He stretched out his introduction like a knight of a prestigious political faction.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was tired of the talkative lectures, frowned.
“Stop whining and let’s finish quickly. come in."
At the provocation of the jeokha , Lee Do-joo rushed like a protection with a shout of ‘You bastard!’.
Booung. humming.
Every time Lee Do-joo's fist cut through the air like lightning, the wasp flapped its wings.
However, like a loach that is in a row, it avoided cooking well.
“There is no one in the disembarkation. Listen to all the best sounds like this. So don't call it freezing. Tsk tsk!”
He hovered around Lee Do-joo, whom he had a relationship with, and teased him.
Lee Do-joo's face seemed to be burning red from the continued fussing, but suddenly, instead of his fists, Jang-young was flying around.
It was obviously the Myeonjang, the festival of the shaman faction.
His palms were as soft as a butterfly, but at the decisive moment, he drove the enemy sharply like a bee.
But it was just there.
No matter how hard Lee Do-joo tried, his palms could not touch Yeonjeok-ha's body.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been hanging out with him, waved his hand as if it were annoying.
slam-.
The moment he thought that a light flashed in front of his eyes, Lee Do-joo passed behind him.
Lee Do-joo, who came to his senses after a while, hurriedly stood up from his seat.
I could see Yeondubi at a distance of three or four steps.
He was looking south of Shaman Mountain with deep eyes that did not suit his face.
It is very different from the sloppiness shown in 'Oryonggung' or 'Ha Seongo'.
“I lost.”
Only then did Yeon Jeok-ha turn toward Lee Do-joo.
“This hyung, do you have a relationship with the non-partisan faction?”
Lee Do-joo's burial technique a while ago contained the softness unique to the shaman group.
'I heard it's called Lee Yu-Steel.'
Unless you are a non-partisan disciple, you will not be able to show that level of proficiency.
just as expected?
“I am a disciple of a non-partisan sect.”
“No, why is the disciple of the secular household in the disembarkation school?”
The jeokha quickly raised his voice.
Even after beating Lee Do-joo, I didn't feel comfortable.
He honestly gave the reason for the fight because he was himself.
Then, he suddenly changed his attitude to the fact that he was a non-partisan, secular disciple.
Yeon Jeok-ha's feelings were soon conveyed to Lee Do-joo.
Lee Do-ju said in a calm tone.
“I am a disciple of Taehwa Palace. I learned martial arts from Taehwagung's master, but as you can see, my skills are terrible. That’s why I went up the mountain again to learn how to do it.”
“Isn’t it okay to learn magic from the master of Taehwagung?”
“As for the technique, Ohryonggung is the best. Taehwagung is a place where masters with a similar style to Sangcheonggung gather. There are no people who have learned the art of magic.”
“Brother, take it easy. I am also a student at Hasan High School... … .”
When Yeon Jeok-ha approached, Lee Do-joo also smiled.
“It is. My younger brother seems to be good at martial arts, so why are you trying to learn martial arts?”
“I am in the same situation as everyone else. I want to prepare myself for some famous cult techniques.”
“As expected, my brother is also trying to learn because of the famous school.”
“When I listened to them, they all sounded the same.”
"ha! If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have become a disciple of Ohryonggung from the start. If that was the case, I would have been on the riverside breakwater by now.”
A bitter smile appeared on Lee Do-joo's face.
When he was young, he was at Taehwa Palace where he learned martial arts.
But since I'm doing this again in my mid-thirties, I wonder what this is all about.
“Still, brother, I think you can learn more easily, right? Maybe it’s because I came from a new life, but I can’t adapt at all.”
Noklim and the non-partisans are polar opposites, like yin and yang.
It had only been a day, but they were exhausted, as if they had been staying for ten years.
“It would be difficult to suddenly become a capital after living as an everyday person. Me too, but my brother will do more. don't give up though If you work hard, good days will come.”
"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry about what happened today. No one greeted me at Haseon High School, but my older brother said something, so I did too.”
“The reason the people of Ha Seon-go kept away from him was because he hung out with strange people.”
“Weird people?”
After thinking for a moment, Lee Do-joo said as if he had made up his mind.
"If you want to pass the initiation ceremony, you'd better not hang out with people like Manhwangju or Cheon Sangdong."
"why?"
“They are out of line. If you've heard the lecture, you'll know, but the shaman's technique is based on the Way. But those people are not interested in deukdo. I think of sorcery as a skill, like swordsmanship or jangbeop. Masters are the ones who will cheat in order to learn the art. But don't you think the teachers don't know about their cunning tricks?”
“Do the priests know too?”
“These are the people who know whether they have attained enlightenment or whether it is a pun even if they hear just one word. There is something they are mistaken about, but there is no right answer in the question-and-answer system. Even if two people give the same answer, the result is different.”
“Isn’t there a correct answer?”
“He will know if he listens to the sermon.”
“I didn’t even hear it… … .”
“Don’t think about serving the first drink. Brother, it's only been a day. If you memorize the recital and attend lectures, the day will surely come when you will find out.”
Of course, I said it as an encouragement.
Lee Do-ju thought that Yeon Doo-bi would not pass the question-and-answer ceremony
