Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 38

It's like a doorman who won't even pick up beggars! (2)

The volcano did not change. The wind that blows is the same, and the old-fashioned buildings are the same.

The only thing that changed was not the volcano, but the people.

"Woo-wook!"

Jo-Geul took off her uniform. Sweat drips out of him as he grabs the robe that he has thrown off. After morning strength training, his whole body is drenched in sweat, and he cannot survive without changing his clothes.

"Ah, today's training was really hard."

“I have to do this from dawn, really.”

As she listened to the words, Jogeul smiled bitterly. His surroundings were full of motives for washing clothes with him. Together, they washed their whole body in an ice-cold stream, and washed their sweat-soaked uniforms cleanly.

Jo-Gul put on the new clothes she had prepared and organized the laundry well.

“Let’s go up slowly.”

"Yes. Death penalty."

The celadon boats picked up their washed robes and started climbing the volcano. Looking at it from the back, Jo-Gal had no choice but to think about various things.

'It's changed a lot.'

In the past, such a sight would not have been dreamed of. Although the celadon boats were the Mundo of the volcano, they were not passionate about learning martial arts. Even the big brother Yoon Jong and Jo Geol were the same.

But now, everyone has come out voluntarily from dawn to practice. There was no end to their dissatisfaction with their mouths, but none of them led to rebellion.

What would you say about this sight?

'It really doesn't matter.'

Jo-Geul laughed bitterly.

When he sees the three great disciples of Hwasan, he thinks that now he looks like a military officer. So, does that mean that volcanoes have not been unrelated until now?

"Why are you laughing like that?"

At the sound of a voice next to her, Jo-Geul slowly turned her head. Ambassador Yoon-jong was looking at Jo-Geul with his eyes wide open.

“Ah, the death penalty… It’s a bit embarrassing to say, but I did it because I thought that everyone now seems to have the appearance of a military officer.”

"Is that so?"

"It's a bit of a weird idea, though."

"No. I was just thinking the same thing."

"haha……."

Jo-Gal finally laughed out loud.

Not long ago, Jo-Gal had never imagined that she would practice sweating in a volcano. He did all the training instructed by Baekmae-gwan, but it was more like meeting the quota rather than effort.

It was Jo-Gal's goal to pass the time in moderation, then descend and return home. No, it must have been everyone else's goal, not just Jo Girl.

So can there be passion?

But lately, I feel like something has changed. Not only that, but the eyes of the other executioners were also very different from before.

'This must be because of him.'

Jo-Gul's face, reminiscent of Cheongmyeong, is slightly distorted.

Qingming was changing the volcano. It is clearly just a small wind now, but no one knows yet whether this wind will end as a breeze or become a huge typhoon that shakes the entire volcano.

But in the future, the effect will be evident.

Jumping up the mountain and entering the volcanic prose, Joe Gul spread his shoulders. A corner of his chest swelled.

But that pride quickly flew high into the sky.

"Hey! You can't catch it there!"

"Fly! Fly! We'll push all the materials inside and then we'll start! Are you deaf?"

"There! If it breaks down there, you won't have a crew for a month! It's hard in the world to climb up here, what are you doing!"

Jo-Geul blankly stared at the unfolding figure in front of the volcano. Busy and cluttered.

“……”

His gaze shifts greatly from left to right.

'What? These people?'

People who have never seen it before are walking in and out of the prose. Everyone had tools and materials they had never seen before in their hands.

"There. No, not there! That way!"

It is comforting to know that there are people among them. Unam was standing among the crowd, giving instructions urgently.

"……execution?"

Yoon-jong, who received Jo-Gul's gaze, walks towards Unam with a blank expression on his face.

"Household."

"Um? Is it Yoonjong?"

"What is all this?"

"Ah."

Unam smiled brightly.

Normally, he would not have explained every detail to Yoon Jong, who was just the third disciple, but now Unam is in a very good mood. So there is nothing that cannot be explained.

"They are workers."

"Worker?"

"Yeah. As you know, aren't the temples very old?"

"Yes."

It's not very old.

It's worn out and almost crumbled, and when the wind blows, something breaks and gets swept away. However, the places where the disciples lived and where they practiced were somehow maintained and repaired. Most of the buildings were left without the minimum management due to lack of manpower to manage.

"I'm going to make a major repair on this occasion. Re-establish the prose."

"Yes?"

"Don't just look at it, go and carry the materials. It seems that all the workers have had a hard time bringing the materials up to here. You can make any kind of wood by cutting it down nearby, but there seems to be some wood that doesn't come from here."

"Yes?"

"Move quickly! Come on!"

Seeing Unam shouting with a smile, Jo-Geul put on a blank expression on her face.

Maybe the change is coming faster than he thought.

"What is this?"

Jo-Geul looked at the table with eyes full of absurdity.

The hunger soared to the end of the neck thanks to the reduction in strength once more while carrying the materials. But when I see the food on the table, I feel more embarrassed than hungry.

"What is this?"

"...Am I dreaming?"

"No matter how you look at it, does this look like something called 'meat'?"

The reaction of other executioners was similar. Their eyes were fixed on the table.

A great thing happened on the table.

The meat came out.

“Are you saying that there is such a thing as such an anger?”

"The crystals of evil deeds that killed living things and ripped off their bodies are on the table of the sacred Tao!"

"It's a windfall!"

“……”

Jo Girl let out a smirk.

In the volcano, there was no particular prohibition against eating fire or meat.

In Jeonjin, where the volcanic eruption continued, there is a rule that recommends vegetarianism and prohibits meat eating, but it has changed a lot since the time of the volcano. Vegetarianism is recommended, but meat-eating is not prohibited.

But not forbidding is not the same as putting meat on the table.

It has been several years since I entered the volcano, but this is the first time I have seen meat on the table of a volcanic group.

"Can I eat this?"

"I think it was put up for eating?"

Everyone glances at Yoon-jong's eyes. As long as the private residences are not here, the decision maker is Jong-Yun Yoon.

Yoonjong let out a bitter smile and nodded his head.

"Let's eat for now. It's going to get cold."

"Yes."

Jo-Gul, who sat down at the words of Yoon-Jong, suddenly felt a stinging gaze and lifted his head. All the death row prisoners… … . No, to be precise, he is giving a fiery gaze to Yoon Jong, who is sitting next to Jo-Geul.

Yoon-jong, who had guessed the intentions of the executioners, grabbed chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat. And the moment the meat enters Yoon-jong's mouth.

Papa Papa Papa!

Chopsticks flying into the bowl from all directions!

There were even those who applied gold leaf to catch fish. When Jo-Gul saw the scene, she was so absurd that she almost screamed. But his body was more honest than his head. Jo Girl's chopsticks also flew towards the bowl like lightning.

'If you're late, you can't eat!'

'Move! My meat!'

'meat! meat!'

Seeing the fragments of meat scattered in all directions, Yoonjong tightly closed his eyes.

volcano.

His volcano is turning into something strange.

"Hey, it's something people will see and live for a long time."

"That's right."

"Isn't the construction going to start all of a sudden, and the meat doesn't come up on the table? Even today, two new uniforms were given out, didn't they?"

"It did."

Yoonjong narrowed his eyes as if thinking about something. Seeing that unknown expression on her face, Jo Gul asked.

"What do you think?"

“I think money is really good.”

"haha."

Jo-Gal stopped laughing.

Even if no one else knows, it feels a bit strange to hear these words from Yoonjong.

hey, it's the same with anything else.

“No matter how much money I had, I never expected that the superiors would change things so quickly.”

“Would it have been better for the disciples to endure poverty because they were them?

Yes.

It's not that the meat didn't come out because it was against the law. It didn't come out because the meat was expensive.

"It's something I couldn't do because I didn't have money, so I do it when I have money. But what's weird?"

Joe Girl nodded his head.

"...Didn't you see that Unam Sasukjo couldn't do anything about the corners of his mouth?"

Yes.

saw it

Jo Girl swears, it was the first time she had ever seen Unam smile so brightly. Have you ever thought that Unam might be someone who doesn't know how to smile?

It's like that kind of yangban is smiling all the time!

What is certain is that the current volcano has entered the path of change.

"execution."

"Well?"

“What do you think will happen now?”

It was an open-ended question, but Jong-Yun understood what Jo-Geul meant.

"Don't you know? Volcanoes are already changing rapidly."

"Yes."

“So we must be prepared.”

"Careful..."

"It's not just a matter of money. You didn't see it either. In that chest."

"Yes. There was a paycheck."

The scene where Jang Mun-in said the name of the martial artist and went backwards is still good in the eyes.

"The volcano is changing. And it will change. We, too, will not be able to avoid change. So we have to strengthen our will and work hard. Then, won't we see something different from what we expected?"

Jogirl nodded her head.

'Is this all because of him?'

Jo-Gul couldn't shake the suspicion that all of this was caused by the manipulation of Qing-Ming not long ago. When he thinks of the smoke clearly visible in his eyes, his brow furrows.

"What did you do?"

“Do you understand Nanda?”

Although there was no subject, it was not a yunjong who did not know who he was referring to.

"What is certain is that he is not something we can foresee. You better keep her mind on her mind. With her clumsy determination, she could be swept away by the winds that he creates."

"Don't worry, death penalty. That's a jogger."

"Yeah. It was."

Yoon-jong smiled and headed to the Baekmae-gwan. A slightly different thought lingered in Jo-Gul's mind, who quietly followed him.

'Because we can't guess in advance.'

Jo-Gal had a slightly different idea.

Perhaps Cheong-myeong is a man that not only them, but also the elders and the elders can handle it. Maybe that's it.

"By the way."

"Yes?"

"Where is he? I haven't seen him since morning."

"Didn't you hear? The janitor was looking for him today. He's probably at his house by now."

"Are you a Jangmun-in? Why are you saying that the Jangmun-in is looking for him again?"

“Do you understand Nanda?”