Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 267

Chapter 267 – Should I Show What A Real Trouble Is? (2)

“Hehe. right? As expected, I get along well with the abbot!”

“Abbot!”

“How…”

Shaolin’s monk looked confused at the presence of this man. And the abbot asked with a soft expression.

“Is there anything wrong with what that young disciple said?”

“… they insulted Shaolin!”

“It wasn’t the Shaolin which was insulted. But your pride right?”

“…”

The abbot shook his head.

“The young disciple is right. The reason the sects have gathered here is to fight and spar. How can we blame them just because the method and time of it wasn’t what we wanted?”

“But the disciples of the Southern Island were hurt!”

At Gong Hwa’s words, Chung Myung smiled and said,

“Then, the Southern Island sect should be bringing this topic up, I don’t know why the monk is angry. The Southern Island sect isn’t under the Shaolin sect.”

“…”

Gong Hwa was so shocked that he forgot to blink and looked at Chung Myung.

‘What is with him?’

Everyone around him heard it.

So from now on, if Shaolin protects the Southern Island sect and blames Mount Hua, it will be like the Southern Island not being able to handle their problems and seeking the help of Shaolin.

Even if that wasn’t the truth, how could the people who go after such gossip miss this chance?

Gong Hwa suppressed his anger and looked at Chung Myung who was driving him into the corner.

But sadly, Chung Myung wasn’t done yet.

“Ah, no. considering what is said. Let’s ask them directly. Yah, you men!”

“…”

Chung Myung looked at the Southern Island’s disciples and they all flinched.

“Are you going to take revenge in the spar with your own hands or are you going to whine to the Shaolin because you took a beating from us?”

All the faces of theirs turned white. When he said that, they knew there was only one answer to come.

It is better to be beaten than be a weakling who whines.

And they are the ones who claim to be the disciples of a prestigious sect… no, this is a normal choice for anyone in such a situation.

“O-Of course we will take revenge with our own hands!’

“If only we could hold swords, you won’t be there!”

“You better be prepared! We will not show mercy!”

Chung Myung looked at Gong Hwa.

“Is what they said.”

“…”

This made Gong Hwa turn silent. If things were heading like this then Shaolin had nothing to say.

Chung Myung said sternly.

“Kids mess around and use fits, and some might even get nosebleeds. And as if that was some huge thing for the sect leader and when… eh. When did Shaolin turn into such a place? Am I wrong sect leader abbot?”

“Haha. You are not wrong child.”

“Abbot!”

Gong Hwa was upset that his abbot was taking the side of another one.

But as soon as he saw the face with a soft smile he couldn’t say anything and bowed.

“I will handle it from the position of Shaolin.”

Abbot looked at Hyun Jong and said.

“The fight on the grounds of Shaolin is something to be condemned. But those who gathered here for the competition are bound to be on their toes. It is Shaolin’s responsibility for not handling it all properly, so I apologize to the Southern Island sect and the Mount Hua sect.”

The abbot put his hands together and bowed.

Hyun Jong and the disciples of Southern Island were all frozen at it.

“Don’t do this, abbot! I don’t know where to show my face is the abbot does this.”

The abbot smiled and raised his head.

“The kites of each sect are bound to fly in the competition. Even if not, this is something that each sect has to solve for their own selves, the Shaolin will not involve themselves in this.”

“Um.”

Hyun Jong sighed.

“But.”

He looked at both sides and said,

“If something like this keeps happening before the set day, everyone will turn more fierce, so I ask everyone to show appropriate behavior which suits their status and face.”

“We apologize…”

The abbot clasped his hands.

“Then, I need to leave.”

And he slowly began to walk and the Shaolin disciples all glared at Mount Hua and followed him.

“as expected of Shaolin.”

“So great!”

Those watching, nodded their heads.

In any case, the work which had to be done was done and everyone felt relieved. Wasn’t this a situation which could have grown further huge?

“Is this because Shaolin is Shaolin?”

Chung Myung mumbled as he smiled.

Well, things worked out…

Tak!

At that moment, someone had placed a hand of the shoulder of Chung Myung making him turn his head

Flinch!

And he saw.

Hyun Jong with an expression he never saw before.

“… follow me.”

“….”

… this is strange.

This is a Shaolin place… why is an Asura in here?

Ha…

Gong hwa who followed the abbot, opened his mouth grunting.

“Abbot. How can you handle it like that?”

The other Gong disciples all had dissatisfaction on their faces, they were all asking the same thing.

“They insulted Shaolin!. Those brats fighting on the grounds of Shaolin! Isn’t this a complete insult to the Shaolin!”

“They need to be punished!”

The look on the face of the abbot changed.

It wasn’t a soft face anymore, he had a cold face with a face full of dignity like that of a Shaolin Abbot.

“Then did you mean that I should have said that it is okay to use swords with the permission of Shaolin in front of all those people, that it is a sin to punch without getting our permission?”

“Well, that…”

“Ugh.”

“You are foolish. Foolish. You can’t keep up with the heart of a child.”

The abbot said.

‘He was like a knife.’

A forged blade was hidden in the words of the jokes the child threw.

‘What if I wasn’t there?’

Gong Hwa must have fallen into the trap, in that case, I could have tried to get him out gently, but…

‘The words that would have come out would have been that Shaolin could persecute other sects trying to claim their authority.’

He had already warned Mount Hua’s sect leader.

Those envious eyes were bound to follow them if they grow.

Literally speaking, the most hated sect is the Shaolin right now.

And this was a good prey giving incident if the disciple had bit into the trap laid out. And in the end, the Shaolin would have earned the name of hypocrites who couldn’t be punished.

“haa.”

The abbot laughed slowly.

‘Are you really looking for this kind of situation? You little boy?’

After thinking, he said,

“Gong Hwa.”

“yes, abbot.”

“Do you know anything about that Chung Myung child?”

“Um.”

The answer came from Gong Ja and not Gong Hwa.

“If it is the name of Mount Hua’s Chung Myung he has to be the Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon, who is said to be aimer for the most recent best in the world.”

“Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon?”

“Yes. I heard he defeated Jin Geum-Ryong of the Southern Edge Sect and also won against the Wudang. If the rumors which haven been verified can b added, he won against Wudang’s Mu Jin and fought against the Sichuan Tang family head…”

“How dare you tell such nonsense to the abbot!”

“… I apologize.”

Gong Hwa yelled at the words.

“Wudang’s Mu Jin is fine, how can you talk about the head of the Sichuan Tang family!”

“it is a rumor…”

“Enough.”

The abbot stopped those two.

‘Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon.’

The name was firmly etched into his mind.

“I heard that Mount Hua is doing well recently, so there was a child like that with them. It is definitely like a giant boon. If there is such a child, of course, the other children around will be drawn to it.”

“… even if it was a result of fighting without raising the swords, they unilaterally defeated the Southern Island sect’s disciples and that cannot be overlooked. Maybe…”

Gong Hwa bit his tongue.

He didn’t have to listen till the end to know what was happening.

‘Things might get difficult for Shaolin too.’

Gong Hwa wanted to talk about how Shaolin played the role in pushing Mount Hua out of the Nine Great Sects.

Of course, Mount Hua must hold a grudge against all nine sects. But if Mount Hua rises to a position where it could threaten the nine sects, then there is no choice but to talk about their comeback.

This is someone no one wants, no one would feel comfortable with it.

But…

The abbot looked back. He could see the disciples of Mount Hua.

‘Mount Hua.’

It didn’t feel nice.

Gong Hwa was concerned about it, but for the abbot it was a small thing.

But deeper too.

The sins of the previous abbot weighed on him.

“How long do I have to keep my palms to cover the open sky?”

“Sect leader abbot?”

“No, nothing.”