Tangmunjeon - Chapter 338



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Chapter 338 of Tangmunjeon About two weeks after he began teaching martial arts to the Amitabha Buddha members, Tang Mujin realized that an unexpected backlash was occurring.

It is a good thing that the members of the National Assembly are seriously training in martial arts, but the price for this is that they have neglected their medical skills to some extent.

Until recently, lawmakers did not return to their quarters right after the sun went down.

Instead, they would sit in groups of three or four around the doctor’s office, lighting small oil lamps and talking about medicine.

But today was different. As the surroundings grew dark, all the members returned to their quarters.

It was obvious what they were doing without even looking. They were probably sitting cross-legged right now, concentrating on their morning meditation.

Practicing martial arts is very fun. If I had to pick the most fun time in practicing martial arts, it would definitely be the time right after learning martial arts.

Unlike the masters who get a vague clue and go on to the next level after endlessly struggling, the newbies in the martial arts world gain clear achievements every day. The internal energy that felt like a grain of rice becomes a grain of rice, then a bean.

It is clear as day that yesterday is different from today, and that today will be different from tomorrow, so how can one not become absorbed in martial arts?

However, the party leadership did not feel entirely comfortable with this sight, as they wanted the members to stick to their duties.

‘Hmm···.’

The party leader soon emptied his mind as he pondered how to bring the members back to the front of the chamber.

Because they realized that lawmakers would not readily reduce their performance time.

If you try to force the doctors who are obsessed with martial arts to focus on medicine, they will only end up losing sleep at night, practicing martial arts, and then nodding off like sick chickens the next day.

Dang Mu-jin did not want that outcome.

Also, although the time spent on medicine has decreased compared to before, the doctors have not abandoned medicine. They are new martial artists at night, but during the day, they are doctors in their own right.

‘Well, it’s strange that he gave me a hint that I was too enthusiastic about martial arts when he taught me martial arts himself.’

The members of the National Assembly are experienced adults and will foolishly find their own way.

Dang Mu-jin put aside all his worries and lived a faithful daily life.

He plays with children, helps with Danseolyeong’s work, continues his study of Dokgong with Mokwan-ah, and teaches martial arts to the members of the National Assembly.

These were busy days, to the point where I felt like I needed two bodies.

After a few more days, a welcome guest showed up at the Tang family home.

It was Sam-an-bul.

*

Dang Mu-jin greeted Sam-an-bul for the first time in a long while and bowed respectfully.

“Elderly. It’s been a while.”

“I haven’t seen you in over a year. The atmosphere has changed a lot. Your achievements are also really great…”

As Sam-an-bul spoke, he looked around and found Nam-gung-myeong and Hyeon-gong sparring in a corner of the yard.

At that moment, Samanbul’s standard for ‘what a young man in his twenties can achieve in a year’ went up two notches.

It was natural that the evaluation of Dang Mu-jin’s achievements was relatively downgraded.

“I guess I’ve achieved something.”

“···.”

A subtle compliment. Dang Mu-jin changed the subject with a sheepish expression.

“By the way, why were you staying in a foreign land? I was very worried because no one knew where you were staying.”

Sam-an-bul burst into laughter.

“What are you worried about? Are you saying that you are worried about me because there is nothing to worry about in the world?”

As far as Dang Mu-jin could remember, Sam-an-bul was a person who looked angry even when he was still.

Even when he laughed and distorted his face, he looked angry, and when he got really angry, he looked even angrier. He even seemed angry when he slept.

This is probably because the traces of the years of wandering, running away, and confronting were engraved on his face.

But now, Dang Mu-jin thought that Sam-an-bul’s expression had softened considerably.

Sam-an-bul continued the story.

“I was just staying at someone’s house because I had some work to do. Don’t worry about it.”

“Do you know anyone? Has the old man, Saehoneunnoong, come?”

“It’s not me, Sahonnoong. There’s someone else. Anyway, I was staying at an acquaintance’s house, and I came back for a while because an intruder showed up.”

Sam-an-bul answered Dang Mu-jin’s questions with a blank expression. Dang Mu-jin had no intention of asking any more questions.

But Sam-an-bul was secretly uncomfortable with this topic, so he changed the subject again.

“I can see that you are feeling uneasy. Are you feeling anxious because you feel like you are falling behind your friends?”

“That’s not it… Yes. That’s true.”

This point is so accurate that I can’t help but laugh it off.

When Dang Mu-jin readily admitted it, Sam-an-bul smiled brightly.

“Don’t be ashamed. Competition is the fastest way to success.”

“That’s right.”

“Now that we’re on the subject, should we have a duel after a long time?”

*

While Dang Mu-jin was being beaten to a pulp by Sam-an-bul and was being taught, Hyeon-gong secretly left the Dang family.

A period of about a month since arriving at Danggajang.

It was enough time for Hyun-gong to process the enlightenment he had gained as he entered the realm of transcendence.

But now I have another worry: I have no clue how to move on to my next achievement.

In times like these, it is common to seek teachings from a master who is better than you. That is why Hyun-gong was waiting patiently for Sam-an-bul to return, intending to seek teachings from him.

However, Hyun-gong realized this while watching the duel between Sam-an-bul and Dang-mu-jin.

Sparring with the Three Eyes Buddha could give you practical experience, but it was not the path to your next achievement.

The path that Sam-an-bul had walked and the path that Hyun-gong would take were very different. It was not simply a difference between Buddhist martial arts and Taoist martial arts.

Sam-an-bul pursued external skills and developed new realms through practice and chance.

However, Hyun-gong values ​​internal energy and has reached the highest level through teachings and enlightenment.

Even though the paths we walk are different, they are so different.

I became convinced that asking the Three Eyes Buddha for teachings was not a good idea.

‘So who should I go to now and ask for guidance?’

‘The Demonic Cult has already been defeated, and there is no need to go looking for Sapa Muin. Jang Hyung is better, but his advice is a bit vague. Then, the only people left are Elder Jang Moon-in, Namgung Jin-cheon, Man-ryeok Seung, and Yoo Jin-gwang, the great swordsman.’

‘I don’t know where Namgung Jincheon is. Besides, if I receive teachings from Namgung Jincheon, Namgung Myung will definitely be upset. Let’s put Namgung Jincheon aside for now.’

‘Wan Licheng and Yu Jinguang are both very different from me. Wan Licheng also focuses on external attacks, while Yu Jinguang’s martial arts are polar opposites.’

The difference in martial arts was a problem, but there were other problems as well.

When I actually thought about asking for teachings from other top-notch masters, I realized that they secretly didn’t catch my eye.

‘I’m now a top expert, but it’s a bit humiliating to go and bow down before someone who claims to be a top expert…’

In the end, the best option left for Hyungong was Yeongbo Jinin.

Hyun-gong secretly thought that Yeong-bo Jin-in was of a higher level than other top-level masters.

I also thought that the person who would understand my worries the best would be Youngbo Jin.

When I thought about it that way, someone suddenly came to mind.

Hwayeonshinni.

Although Hwa Yeon-shin-ni is a person of the same age as Jeong Sa-ji, he is someone who has achieved more than other top-tier masters. Even the most arrogant top-tier masters would take a step back in front of Hwa Yeon-shin-ni.

‘Hwayeonshinnira···.’

Instead of receiving countless teachings from Yeongbojin, I thought it would be a good experience to ask Hwayeonshinni for teachings just once.

Wouldn’t this be an opportunity to look at one’s own achievements from a non-partisan perspective?

Furthermore, there was the practical advantage of Junggyeong being much closer than Mt. Wudang.

‘Okay. I’ll go find Hwayeonshinni.’

Hyun-gong used all his might to deploy light energy and headed towards Jung-gyeong.

*

As soon as Xuan Gong arrived in Chongqing, he inquired through the people of Haomen and the people who had set foot in Haomen to find out where Hua Yan Xin Ni was.

Since people knew that Hyungong was Dangmujin’s friend, no one suspected Hyungong.

Finally, Hyun-gong arrived at Hwa-yeon-shin-ni’s residence and spoke through the door.

“Hwayeonshinni, Elder. This is Hyeon-gong. Are you inside?”

The door swung open. But Hwa Yeon-shin-ni wasn’t holding the doorknob. She was sitting in the middle of the room, and she opened the door with a thud.

Hwayeonshinni sat cross-legged and looked at Hyeon-gong.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you alone. So, what brings you here?”

Just listening to his voice, you can feel his deep inner strength and experience.

Hyun-gong spoke in a polite voice that came from the heart.

“I came here because I was curious about your well-being and also wanted to ask for your teachings.”

However, Hwayeonshinni’s reaction was lukewarm.

“Yes. It’s good to look after each other and get along well. But teaching… I’m not sure. It’s true that I’m a senior in the martial arts world, but I’m not sure if I can be of any help to you.”

Hyun-gong read the emotions contained in Hwayeon-shin-ni’s voice.

It wasn’t a story of true insecurity. Behind Hwa Yeon-shin’s calm voice, there was a clear annoyance hidden.

‘Not a good start.’

Hyun-gong habitually glanced around the interior of Hwayeon-shin-ni’s quarters.

For a man who could be considered the best in the world, his residence was extremely modest. He only had one spacious room in the main building.

However, Hyun-gong felt a slight sense of discomfort in that room.

‘what?’

Hyun-gong rolled his eyes and looked around carefully.

The first thing that comes into view is a large number of books. I had heard many times that Hwayeonshinni enjoyed reading erotic novels, so I wasn’t particularly surprised.

Next, a large quilt and a blanket were seen, which seemed too big for Hwa Yeon-shin-ni’s small body, and two pillows were placed on top of them. Hyun-gong’s eyes sparkled.

‘A pillow of similar size and shape?’

If you had two pillows of different sizes, you could probably use a different pillow depending on your mood and sleeping position that day.

But it’s strange to anyone who sees two similar pillows.

Since there was something vaguely obvious, Hyun-gong asked Hwayeon-shin-ni.

“How are you, Elder Toohui?”

“He’s really hard working these days.”

“Where can I go to meet you and say hello? Actually, I came here because I thought you two would be staying in the same room.”

“How can we share a room that isn’t even that big? Nanhyang uses a room in the corner of the first floor and a storage room in the basement. Since she’s not mentally ready yet, we can’t share a room.”

When he comes to his senses, he stays on the first floor, and when he becomes mad, he stays in the basement. This is indeed an appropriate response.

But the sense of discomfort that Hyun-gong felt still remained.

If Toohee stays in a different room, what kind of living feeling does Hwayeonshinni have in her room?

No matter how much I thought about it, that wasn’t one person’s life.

‘Why does this bother you?’

Hyun-gong didn’t know why his instincts were focusing on this sense of discomfort.

However, experienced martial artists do not take their instincts lightly.

Furthermore, Hyun-gong trusted his intuition more than other martial artists.

Hyun-gong scanned the floor to find out who the different living sensations in the room belonged to.

The most common trace a person leaves is their hair. People lose at least a few dozen strands of hair every day.

But Hyun-gong still couldn’t resolve his doubts.

Because the only hair left on the floor was Hwa Yeon-shin-ni’s long, white hair.

A normal person would have thought, ‘I misjudged it’ or ‘It was just my imagination,’ but Hyungong was not an ordinary person.

Hyun-gong’s brilliant mind presented new possibilities.

‘No. My intuition might not be wrong.’

Provocative and daring possibilities.

A possibility that comes to mind because you trust your intuition so thoroughly.

‘What if you shared a room with someone who had no hair?’

At that moment, a face flashed through Hyun-gong’s mind. Sam-an-bul.

Suddenly, I remembered the expression ‘interrupter’ that I heard in the conversation between Sam-an-bul and Dang-mu-jin.

‘Could it be that the troublemaker was talking about the troublemaker Wei Jinan?’

Hyun-gong made a decision.

And then he shouted, with a look of mock surprise on his face and his finger outstretched.

“Huh? Isn’t that the kasaya (traditional robe) of the old man Samanbul?”

As soon as the words were finished, Hwayeonshinni’s head turned like lightning and headed towards the direction that Hyungong had pointed to.

But there was nothing there. Hwayeonshinni’s heart sank.

‘Was it a lie?’

Hwayeonshinni’s eyes turned to Hyungong again.

The first thing that was visible was the subtle smile hanging on Hyun-gong’s lips.

“Hmm… I see.”

Hyun-gong habitually took advantage of Hwa-yeon-shin-ni’s weaknesses.

‘Amitabha.’

Hwayeonshinni muttered the Buddha’s name for the first time in a long time.