The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 7

'Sob, sob, sob.'

Ju Nokjeong felt like she was going crazy from the shame and humiliation.

She had grown up as a precious jewel of the imperial family, never once being scolded, but this was the first time in her life she had been spanked.

And in a push-up position, no less.

What made it worse was that she couldn't move or speak. It was a posture of submission for anyone to see.

'I won't let you get away with this. I'll definitely, definitely kill you.'

She didn't know how many curses she swallowed and how many she spewed inwardly.

'Jin Mubaek, what is that bastard, an escort warrior, doing! Do something, quickly!'

But contrary to her heart, her tongue was not being released from its paralyzed state.

And it was the same for Jin Mubaek.

'What kind of acupoint pressure is this that it has such an effect without even using internal energy? It's ridiculous.'

He tried to clear the acupoint by circulating his internal energy with all his might, but the acupoint pressure technique was so complex that it wasn't being released.

As the young martial monk had said, acupoint pressure without internal energy did not last long, so it was obvious that it would be released over time. Since there was no other way, he had no choice but to wait helplessly.

'Ugh. I'm sorry, Princess. I will be punished by death for the crime of not being able to protect you.'

Jin Mubaek regretted and regretted his past days of being called the youngest guard.

If he had not been arrogant and conceited and had continued to train diligently, would this have happened?

This disastrous situation had occurred because of his lack of skill.

It was at that moment of reflection.

THUMP. THUMP.

'Huh!'

Hearing something being pierced in his body, Jin Mubaek instinctively knew that the acupoint pressure was being released.

But his body didn't move at all, and if it wasn't the numbing acupoint, it was the muting acupoint that was being released.

'Gasp! That person, don't tell me...'

Jin Mubaek's ominous premonition was directed at Ju Nokjeong's mouth, and as expected, predictable words began to spew out.

The kind of curses that shouldn't be said in this situation.

"Hey, you bastard! Do you know who I am!? I'm the princess of the Great Ming Empire..."

TAP. TAP. TAP.

As Cheok Sagyeol pressed her acupoints again, Ju Nokjeong's mouth froze open, and her body also became stiff.

And Jin Mubaek and So Aeng also had to suffer the same acupoint pressure as Ju Nokjeong.

"Oh, dear. The acupoint pressure was almost released. This humble monk is still young and inexperienced, so I'm not used to this kind of spar. Hehehe."

Where on earth was he inexperienced?

The three of them, looking at the smiling face of the demon in monk's robes, their faces turned pale.

'You devilish bastard!'

Ju Nokjeong instinctively knew that Cheok Sagyeol had made her muting acupoint be released first.

As if to show that everyone was being beaten because of her.

The bastard nonchalantly picked up the scabbard he had thrown on the floor again.

"This time, I'll show you a proper stance. It'll be very cool. It's an invincible stance I learned from my master."

As Cheok Sagyeol approached, Ju Nokjeong trembled.

It was as if she was struggling to get out of this place.

'Too late. You foolish bitch.'

If she had said she lost when her muting acupoint was released, she wouldn't have been beaten more.

Ju Nokjeong had overlooked her current situation because of her authority as a princess.

Well, he had induced it that way.

THWACK.

Cheok Sagyeol first brought the scabbard to Jin Mubaek's butt.

Because he was an escort, he was the first to be beaten again.

"Na! Mu! A! Mi! Ta! Bul!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jin Mubaek trembled from the pain that pierced his bones.

It was because the second acupoint pressure was a high-level acupoint pressure technique that even suppressed internal energy.

Even a trained martial artist like him was like that, so So Aeng and Ju Nokjeong, after being hit with 'Namu Amitabha,' couldn't even breathe properly.

'I'll kill you. No, I'll annihilate your entire clan. Sob.'

Ju Nokjeong glared at Cheok Sagyeol with murderous eyes. And Cheok Sagyeol looked at her indifferently and then raised the scabbard again.

"Oh! I forgot there was a second half. A Buddhist disciple forgetting Guan Yin Bodhisattva. I have no face to see the Buddha."

Ju Nokjeong's eyelids trembled and then lost their light.

* * *

"Martial Brother. W-what did you just say?"

Grand Master Musan, hearing the words like a bolt from the blue, doubted his ears.

His martial brother had always caused unexpected trouble, but this time, he suspected he might really be crazy.

"Ah, how many times do I have to say it? I beat up the princess."

"You laid a hand on the emperor's third daughter... Princess Yeongan... Princess Ju Nokjeong! Martial Brother, what on earth!"

"I did it without knowing. I didn't know."

"Even if you didn't know! Phew! My lifespan is shortening!"

Grand Master Musan pounded his chest as if his anger was about to explode.

"You should have given me a heads-up that there would be a visit from the imperial family. A rude bitch was in front of me asking to be beaten up, so was I supposed to just stand there?"

Grand Master Musan, feeling a surge of anger, retorted to Cheok Sagyeol's words.

"But you beat up a woman! Besides, just by looking at her clothes, you must have known she was the child of a high-ranking family!"

"The child of a high-ranking family or the child of a back-alley ruffian, they are all the same living beings. Are you, a Buddhist disciple, discriminating against people now?"

"Are you trying to have a theoretical discussion at this age? We're talking about reality now!"

"Right, we're talking about reality. What can I do about what's already been done? Should I go and apply some medicine?"

Cheok Sagyeol was on the verge of running over and lifting the princess's skirt right away.

"Ugh, really..."

"What can you do about spilled milk? Just scoop it up well yourself. The Abbot of the Great Shaolin, my dear martial brother."

THROB.

A vein popped on Musan's forehead at his sly martial brother's appearance, but he judged that it would only hurt his mouth to say more. Then, he drank tea to compose himself.

His hands were trembling and he felt nauseous, but dealing with the situation was the priority now.

Phew. Phew.

After composing himself in a short moment, Grand Master Musan finally opened his mouth.

"First of all, the reason I didn't inform you about the exchange with the imperial family was because the schedule was suddenly set, and I didn't want to disturb you while you were training."

"The schedule was suddenly set? The procession of the slow-moving imperial family who are so particular about procedures?"

"Originally, there was supposed to be an event at the Mount Hua Sect this year, but something happened at Mount Hua."

"Something happened?"

"I heard that Daoist Cheongyeong passed away recently. Our temple also sent condolences two days ago."

Daoist Cheongyeong was the only remaining elder of the Cheon generation in the Mount Hua Sect.

Although he did not hold a special position, his seniority was high, so it was a big enough incident to change the imperial family's procession.

"So they changed their path from Mount Hua to Shaolin."

"That's right. And among those who came, there was Princess Yeongan, and you committed a great crime against her."

At Grand Master Musan's glare as if he would eat him alive, Cheok Sagyeol brought out the words he had thought of.

"I'm aware that I've caused quite a big trouble. The good thing is that that bitch, no, that person, doesn't know my exact identity. When disaster strikes, isn't it one way to avoid it for a while?"

The only ones in Shaolin who knew he was Muheo were Grand Master Musan and the head of the Scripture Pavilion, Gongseon.

Moreover, he had told the princess's party a false identity of being Muheo's disciple.

Cheok Sagyeol was thinking of taking this opportunity to leave the Shaolin Temple mountain gate. And fortunately, Grand Master Musan seemed to have the same idea.

"I think that's the only way. I've heard rumors that the princess is quite fond of her escort. Since his life is on the line, she won't move rashly."

As expected of the head of a group.

It was impossible that he hadn't done a preliminary investigation when such important people were visiting.

"Phew. I was planning to present you to the disciples and make a grand announcement once Gongseon's thesis on Rejuvenation was completed. What a mess this is..."

"But thanks to that, the culprit who beat up the princess is gone. Think of it in a good way."

Hearing Cheok Sagyeol's words, Grand Master Musan glared at him.

"You didn't do it on purpose to get out of the mountain gate, did you?"

"No. I found out she was a princess after I hit her. And I still have so much to do, reinterpreting the seventy-two ultimate arts and the Bodhi Lotus Art. Why would I want to go outside?"

"Indeed... your heart for the completion of the Bodhi Lotus Art has always been sincere."

Watching Grand Master Musan calmly drinking tea, Cheok Sagyeol suddenly had a question.

'Why is this old fox so relaxed? He should have gotten angry at least one more time.'

It was strange that he had calmed down so quickly, unlike at the beginning when he was raging.

Although his cultivation was deep from long training and he was an old pine tree that did not sway in the strong wind, it was an incident of hitting the princess.

It could cause the destruction of Shaolin, leaving not even a single pillar.

"Martial Brother."

"What is it? Did you cause another trouble?"

Grand Master Musan glared at Cheok Sagyeol as soon as he called him.

He was such an onion-like person that he was asking if there was another incident.

"No, it's not that. Even if I'm not here, the perpetrator is gone, but the victim is still here. Is that okay..."

"So you are worried about the temple?"

'Damn it, just let it be destroyed.'

At Grand Master Musan's sarcasm, those words came up to his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to say them and swallowed them again.

"Don't be like that, Martial Brother. After experiencing Rejuvenation, my mind is complicated, and there are times when I regret why I did that."

"That damn Rejuvenation! You would have done it even if it wasn't for the side effects of Rejuvenation!"

Grand Master Musan listed all the troubles Muheo had caused in the past and the clean-ups he had done, along with all sorts of nagging.

He was more angry about the past incidents than the incident of hitting the princess.

Cheok Sagyeol looked at Grand Master Musan with a dumbfounded expression and thought.

'That bald monk Muheo... was he in his right mind? Why did he steal the village women's undergarments? And I was called his rival? Ah, fuck...'

Cheok Sagyeol was dumbfounded.

The things that came out of Grand Master Musan's mouth were full of behaviors that only a street ruffian would do.

"Phew, anyway, if there's no evidence, even the emperor won't be able to touch Shaolin. So don't worry."

At Grand Master Musan's words, Cheok Sagyeol was surprised and asked back.

"What? Even the emperor can't touch it? Why?"

In the current era, the power of the emperor in the country of Ming was absolute and irresistible.

It was because the emperor directly managed all the major and minor affairs of the entire country, and all power was concentrated in that one person.

"In the past, the Nine Sects and One Gang had a connection with the first emperor, the Hongwu Emperor. They gave a lot of help, including the establishment of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. So, the Taizu granted each sect a one-time pardon. Even if it's a crime of treason, as long as there is no evidence, the pardon is valid."

It meant that they had obtained a special pardon for their contribution to the founding of the country.

Although only five sects, Shaolin, Mount Hua, Wudang, Kongtong, and the Beggars' Sect, of the Nine Sects and One Gang of that time maintained their lineage to this day, the fact that they still held that authority in the martial world had a very big meaning.

'So there was something to rely on. Damn it.'

Was this the pillar of the thousand-year-old Shaolin? To think it extended all the way to the Hongwu Emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang, a figure from two hundred years ago.

It was then, as Cheok Sagyeol was shaking his head, clicking his tongue.

"Lord Abbot."

The one who entered the inner chamber was Bojong, the leader of the Eighteen Arhats who guarded the Abbot's Hall and one of the six great monks.

"What is it?"

"I think you need to come out for a moment. The Embroidered Uniform Guards are forming a siege around the Abbot's Hall."

"What? Hmm..."

Grand Master Musan let out a groan and looked at Cheok Sagyeol.

Cheok Sagyeol also nodded his head and said with his eyes.

'They've already found out I'm here. The emperor's direct special forces, they're quite fast.'

Even at the news that a siege was being formed, Cheok Sagyeol stroked his chin and acted relaxed.

But Grand Master Musan frowned at his appearance.

It was because of his attitude as if it were someone else's business.

'Ah... Buddha. Why do you give me such a trial...'

(End of Chapter)