The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 190

And while a full day passed, the Wudang Sect was surprisingly quiet.

I had thought about this day at some point.

I knew the personalities of our senior brothers well, and I thought I had grasped the personalities of the Shaolin monks to some extent when I went to the Shaolin Temple.

Although they are all a little shy at first, I thought that since they are both pure souls who have lived only by training and cultivating in the mountains, they would be able to become close quickly.

So I thought that this competition called the Taoist-Buddhist Great War would be a kind of festival, a very noisy and enjoyable atmosphere.

'Not at all. It's like a tightly stretched string. It feels like it could snap if you touch it.'

But now that the time has come, it is completely different from my imagination.

My senior brothers, who would usually have trained while shouting loudly, are training silently with their mouths closed today, and it seems that no particularly loud noises are coming from the direction of the lodgings where the Shaolin monks are staying.

Instead, this strange tension that envelops the entire Wudang Sect is felt very realistically.

In fact, I, who don't really know what tension is, have also been quite assimilated into this atmosphere and have become strangely immersed in this situation.

'If it were up to me, I would want to go over there right now and greet the familiar faces...'

For now, I decided to endure until the competition was over.

Although Monk Il-jik and Monk Il-yeong have become close to me, since we are now opponents who have to fight and win, I didn't want to break their concentration.

"The high monks of the Shaolin Temple are said to have arrived. They say everyone should come out and greet them."

At that time, a senior brother ran into the training ground and broke the silence that had been lingering here.

Since it is said that the great master Gak-il has come all the way here, I can see anew how much of a great meaning the Taoist-Buddhist Great War has for both sects.

The abbot of the Shaolin Temple rarely leaves Shaolin.

In the first place, the Shaolin Temple is a sect that is like the representative of the orthodox faction, and the abbot of such a Shaolin Temple can be seen as one of the figures who represent the orthodox martial world.

It means that if something happens while wandering outside of Shaolin, it could cause great confusion to the entire orthodox faction.

Of course, to become the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, one's martial arts must be at a level that transcends the human realm.

So what big thing could happen, but since you never know what will happen to a person, it is better to be as careful as possible, so he rarely comes out of Shaolin.

"Hwi-ya. You said you had seen the abbot before, right?"

At that time, Senior Brother Un Sik, who was next to me, said in a voice tinged with a strange excitement.

"Yes. I have."

"How is he? Can you feel a tremendously strong energy even from a distance? They say that when the abbot just chants, the evil people die, bleeding from their ears and noses. Is his Buddhist power that high?"

"Uh... that's..."

I couldn't find the right words to answer my senior brother's absurd words.

Since the abbot of the Shaolin Temple rarely comes out of the Shaolin Temple like this, he is a kind of object of envy to the martial artists.

Since we are a Taoist sect, it is to this extent, but among the martial artists who have studied in the Buddhist sects, there are even people whose lifelong wish is to see the abbot's face at least once.

"If you just look at him without any thought, you might be surprised because you don't feel much of a presence."

"He has no presence?"

"To be precise, what should I say... he feels like a tree rather than a person. Should I say it feels like he was originally in that spot, and will be in that spot in the future? At a glance, he is a person whose level you cannot easily gauge."

"The state of unity with nature!"

Senior Brother Un Sik, after hearing my words, interpreted them in his own way and fell into a fantasy.

As if that excitement were contagious, it spread to the senior brothers around Senior Brother Un Sik, and soon the senior brothers around him were showing a similar reaction to Senior Brother Un Sik.

'Well. Isn't it bad?'

In fact, until a little while ago, everyone's bodies were stiff with tension, but I thought it was a relief that the tension seemed to have been relieved a little, even in that way.

A little while later, as we were about to line up and go up to the Supreme Azure Palace, the senior brother who had just told us that the abbot had come and had gone up to the Supreme Azure Palace again ran over and shouted.

"E-Everyone, stop what you're doing! You don't have to go. He said he's coming here, so everyone line up in your respective places. He said he will greet you here!"

At his sudden words, as the senior brothers were murmuring and unable to find their way, the figures of several high monks began to be seen behind that senior brother.

Among them, the person who was walking in at the very front with our sect leader.

It is the abbot of Shaolin, the great master Gak-il, whom I also know well.

The great master Gak-il waited for a moment for our senior brothers to get into position, and when it seemed that the preparations were finished, he opened his mouth.

"I heard that you are all taking precious steps at a time when you are busy organizing your minds, so I came. Let's exchange greetings here, and I hope you will use the remaining time until the competition wisely."

Although it seemed he had spoken softly, it felt as if he were speaking right into my ear.

Judging by the reactions of my senior brothers, it seems that it was not just me who felt this, but all the senior brothers here felt it at the same time.

To the extent that I can't even get a good sense of how profound his internal energy is.

"As you know well, the purpose of this competition is exchange and mutual development, so safety is the top priority, both first and second. Although everyone's competitive spirit is good, please be careful not to get hurt. Then, since it will be boring if it's too long, I won't take up any more of your time."

He said that and then, as if he were indifferent, came down from the platform and went out again to the place where he had come in.

While I was thinking that he was a person who liked rational things and was letting out a small laugh, the senior brothers next to me were all making disgusted faces.

"Sigh... how can this be. The abbot was worried about our bodies."

"To think that he values our time."

"But I wanted to see him a little longer... no. When the competition starts, he will surely observe, so I'll see him to my heart's content then."

I was at a loss for words as I looked at the reactions of my senior brothers.

Although I know he is a great person, to think that they would be like that towards such an old man, not even a very beautiful woman...

'No, am I the strange one by any chance?'

When I looked around without thinking, only I was fine, and everyone else was making a fuss.

Even Senior Brother Un Cheol had a strange emotion in his eyes.

'No. Only I am normal, and everyone else is strange.'

I thought that and collected my mind.

Although I don't know well if my senior brothers are strange people, or if I made them strange.

***

Fortunately, the senior brothers came to their senses not long after the abbot of the Shaolin Temple had left.

After finishing the final check, we headed for the great training ground one by one.

Since there is no special spar stage in the Wudang Sect, it was decided to hold the competition at the great training ground.

Although it is not made of a hard rock like granite, but a dirt floor, it is familiar to us...

"Huh? No. What is that. Do you know when that was made?"

"Didn't they bring it in last week. Ah... since you only trained at Senior Uncle Hyeon Yang's training ground and are seeing the training ground for the first time in a week, you probably don't know."

Although it's not like I've been here for several months, and I've only not been here for a week, a decent spar stage has been built without my knowing.

The length of each side seems to be well over ten feet, and at a glance, it is so hard that it seems to be a spar stage made of diorite, not granite.

As expected, money is good.

Although I thought I would never see such a good facility in the Wudang Sect in my life, to think that we have a better spar stage than Shaolin.

'This is why they have no choice but to treat me specially.'

And although I also know well, it can be said that my role was very large in making this possible.

From the Eung-nam Merchant Guild, to the enormous amount of donations received from various families.

Although it hurts a little that it doesn't all come into my pocket and is constantly being donated to the Wudang Sect, to be honest, I can't help but feel a sense of pride every time I see the Wudang Sect changing.

We cleaned up the surroundings and began to wait in line.

Soon the Shaolin monks will come in, and then the Taoist-Buddhist Great War will finally begin.

Only now do I feel my heart beating a little.

"Hwi-ya. Aren't you nervous?"

Senior Brother Un Jeong, who was standing next to me, spoke to me stealthily.

Senior Brother Un Jeong, how hard he had trained recently, his long hair, which was always shiny and flowing, was so dry and curly.

After hearing the news that he had been selected as a member for the individual match, he felt a great sense of burden at the same time as joy, and it seems he has sublimated that burden into training.

"I'm nervous. But I don't necessarily show it on the outside. Anyway, when I get into a fight, if I don't win, I just lose. I don't want to make the excuse that I lost because I was nervous."

"As expected... you are a really extraordinary person in terms of your mentality and way of thinking. You're amazing."

"It's not that amazing. Because if I don't do this, I won't be able to survive in this harsh martial world."

Although I said it while recalling the desperate memories of my previous life, Senior Brother Un Jeong, as if he had recalled the Shi-yue Pavilion incident in Wuhan a while ago, made a sympathetic expression and nodded his head.

As that sight was both cute and commendable, I said with a smile, "If you can defeat a Shaolin monk in the individual match of the Taoist-Buddhist Great War, you can still be called a pretty strong martial artist, right?"

"That's... right, right?"

"How happy would a certain young lady living in Wuhan be if she found out that news?"

"U-Unhwi-ya!"

"No. I haven't even said her name yet, but you like her that much? Your face is all red."

"I told you not to talk about Miss Mi-hyang to the other senior brothers."

"So I'm not talking to the other senior brothers, but only to you, senior brother. If you just don't make a fuss, no one will know, right?"

Senior Brother Un Jeong looked around, and after seeing that no one had heard our conversation, he let out a sigh of relief.

In fact, if you listen carefully, we are standing at a distance where you can hear enough, but perhaps because everyone was nervous in their own way, no senior brother was paying attention to us.

"But you have another reason to win, right, senior brother? It would be nice to have at least one thing to brag about when you go to the Shi-yue Pavilion later."

"That's... true."

Senior Brother Un Jeong smiled shyly.

Judging by his expression, it seems his tension has almost all been relieved.

I guess the power of love is great.

As we were waiting a little longer like that, the sound of several people walking this way began to be heard from a little far away.

I also heard this powerful sound of footsteps at the entrance of the Wudang Sect yesterday.

The Shaolin monks were entering.

'Alright. Let's do this.'

I decided to forget everything from now on and focus only on the fight in front of me.

It doesn't matter who I am, or who my opponent is.

I will just show what I can do and do my best.

As I thought that and looked at the entrance of the training ground.

I can see the face of Monk Yeong Hwan, who is following right behind the great master Gak-il, who has just entered the training ground.

His face is frighteningly cold.

'No. Why are you so serious. It seems you are really thinking of winning with all your might.'

For a moment, I had the thought that it would be impossible not to care who my opponent was.