Return of Mount Hua Sect

Where is this! (3)

“… … Congratulations, Qingming Dojo.”

"Gosh! How did you come to such a distant place... … .”

Cheongmyung, who was about to rush towards the person in front of him and grab his hand, stopped for a moment.

uh? What?

Did the body walk away?

someone you know Yes, it was definitely someone I knew. However, it was far from what Molgol and Cheong-myung knew.

“… … Where did you fit in?”

“… … no."

“Then what disease do you have?”

“… … I’m fine.”

“Then why?”

Qingming tilts his head.

The person in front of him now is the rumored lord of the ghost gate... … no. Now it was Do Woon-chan, the master of the ghost gate.

He, who had not been seen until the opening ceremony of Cheon Woo Meng, arrived at the volcano only after the opening ceremony was over.

It's also all about dying.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you these days?”

There was a rare sense of guilt on the face of Cheong-myeong.

Looking back, I left the task at the ghost gate and didn't pay attention to it for a while because I was busy. It was because there was a belief that Hwang Mun-yak or Hwang Jong would do well on their own, but… … .

“I can’t.”

"Well?"

But in an instant, a bright light appeared on Dowoon-chan's face. It was surprising that such a gentle expression could be made even with the dark shadows down to the tip of the chin, flaky skin, and a pale complexion that seemed to vomit blood and die at any moment.

“It’s a problem because it’s going so well, it’s going well… … . I clearly understood what Qingming Dojang meant when a sect needed money to develop. When the money starts to pile up in the ghost gate, it completely changes my life.”

“That, right? But why… … .”

Why is your face like that? Like you couldn't even eat the blood.

“… … As I said, the problem is that it works so well. this… … At first, everyone was happy because they were able to earn a lot of money while working in moderation.”

“… … .”

“But things are getting… … No, it's a bit strange to say that gradually. Literally, it began to rise like a landslide.”

“… … Ah. A landslide.”

"Yes… … . There is no other way to describe it other than a landslide. So things... … Things are growing like crazy and growing again... … . Days… … .”

Do Woon-chan's face was young with a chilling fear. It was like he was watching things grow right in front of his eyes.

“It is not enough to mobilize all the disciples and to carry the signs day and night, so all the elders are dragged out. … .”

Chong-myeong was rarely embarrassed.

“Wow, are you asking for a door?”

“… … Give me the door and I’m nabal.”

“… … .”

Do Woon-chan let out a deep sigh.

"therefore… … I was going to participate in the opening ceremony somehow, but suddenly there is an emergency delivery... … . After shipping from Beijing to Sichuan, we did our best to arrive now.”

“Where?”

“It’s four thousand… … .”

"therefore… … You went from Beijing to Sichuan and came all the way here?”

“Not exactly. Before that, I had departed from Haenam. From Beijing to Haenam, from Haenam to Beijing, from there to Sacheon, then back to here... … .”

“Hey, hey!”

The eyes of Qingming caused a great earthquake.

No, are you crazy?

“Hey, are you even doing that?”

“Express shipping is very expensive shipping. There is no reason to use us unless it is a long distance.”

“Ah, yes, it is. I know... … .”

Cheongmyeong looked at Doounchan's condition once again.

Now that I see it, it wasn't just that my face was a little bruised. Compared to before, I had lost so much weight that my cheekbones were showing off.

“I didn’t know you were suffering so much.”

If you say to Cheongmyeong that it is the manifestation of the devil, the devil of hell will again cry and curse at you saying it is unfair. However, there was no way that Cheong-myeong could not help but feel guilty in front of Do Woon-chan's wrath.

“How, that… … Reduce work... … .”

"Yes?"

"that… … I'm going to reduce my work a bit. Well said... … .”

“What do you mean?”

“… … Yes?"

For a moment, a blue light flashed in Dowoon-chan's eyes.

“You are reducing your work! Then the money will not decrease, money!”

“… … .”

“The ghost gate warehouse is not enough right now, so we need to expand it! No, it's a plate that needs to build a new warehouse! money! Money is pouring in like a landslide!”

“… … I heard that it was coming in like a landslide.”

“It’s also a landslide! Money is also a landslide!”

Dowoon-chan's eyes twinkled.

The look of the dignified warrior I had seen before was nowhere to be found. Now, it was the appearance of a business that had literally lost its taste for money.

“People say you have to earn to know, big! Because this makes money! this!"

“… … .”

“Kya! You should have worked right away! You must know the wisdom of the dojo! In fact, the damage I suffered while visiting the volcano is not alone. If it's time to get to Sham-Seo, I can run two more, so the price I have to get is… … .”

Cheong-myeong looked at him, who was crazy about money, and smiled.

'I don't know, now.'

These days, somehow, it seems that his surroundings are more crazy than him. This guy and that guy, everyone is crazy.

"stamp!"

Then, suddenly, Do Un-chan rolled his eyes and rushed to Cheong-myeong.

Cheongmyeong flinched and hurriedly backed away, but Dowoon-chan grabbed him by the shoulder without giving him a chance to retreat.

“Let's expand!”

“… … Yes?"

“I will take more disciples! We'll increase the number of people we can deliver, so let's expand our business a bit more! If you can deliver not only to Beijing, but also to Nanjing and Sae-e, you will make more money!”

“Oh, no, wait! He said that he would revive the ghost gate again after collecting money by doing this in moderation... … .”

"renaissance? This is revival, this is it! What greater revival than this! People who used to turn their eyes even when only dried anchovy was on the table are now saying that the meat is sick. A revival? Revival?”

Hey, calm down, you bastard.

“You're growing your business! Let's go forever, Dojo!”

“I will try.”

"thank you! thank you! I brought a bunch of presents, so be sure to check them out!”

“… … .”

When Cheong-Myeong, who had lost her words, was unable to speak, one of the celadon boats that had been watching from a distance approached Do Woon-Chan and said:

“Moonju. You'll need to see Jang Moon-in, so I'll take care of it."

“Can you please? Dojo, then I will come to see Jangmunin, see you later.”

“… … Yes. that… … After the guests leave, we plan to have a drink together, so please come then.”

“Okay. Then the time is delayed. I can't... … . Then I can’t run one more tang.”

“… … .”

“However, since Qingmyeong Dojang said this, I will take special losses. Instead, please hurry up.”

“… … Yes."

“For sure!”

“… … .”

"then."

Do Woon-chan hurried the celadon bae disciple and ran back and forth. Cheongmyeong, who had seen his distant back, looked blankly at the sky.

Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong, who suddenly approached, placed their hands on Cheong Myung’s shoulders and comforted them.

“It’s okay, Chung Myung-ah. It's not your fault."

“… … no."

“It’s okay to be happy. what is life Good is good.”

“Heh heh heh heh.”

yes what

then you're lucky thank God… … .

Qingming watched the situation in the hall.

Now, things seemed to have settled down. The atmosphere heated up as the drunken people raised their voices, but slowly, people were starting to leave their seats.

After an hour or so, all the guests who came will also leave, and then the opening ceremony of Cheon Woo Meng will really be over.

It felt like something was intertwined.

Anyway, now it's time to take a breather.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes?"

“It was a lot of trouble.”

Instead of answering, Qingming glanced at Baekcheon. In fact, it was a common saying, but it was because his voice was more serious than usual.

“… … What a surprise.”

“Yeah, it’s not surprising. But wouldn't that be the same as not hearing what you were supposed to hear?"

“… … .”

“Everyone in the volcano knows how hard you have worked. I can't speak because I'm shy, but I want you to know that I'm grateful to everyone."

“Sook… … . What did you eat wrong?”

“… … This bastard.”

Baekcheon, who had been talking very seriously, twisted his face.

“Anyway, this is a compliment!”

“It’s meaningful to be a human being worthy of praise!”

“Turn it off.”

Baek Cheon sighed deeply with a resigned face.

“Anyway, let’s finish well. After everyone gets home, let's drink with our noses crooked together."

“Hey. Is Dongryong angry?”

“Don’t call me Dongryong, you bastard!”

Cheongmyung giggled as he pulled himself out of the attacking Baekcheon like a loach.

I didn't achieve anything particularly great, but at the thought that I had passed a hurdle, my heart softened and relaxed.

“Anyway, I’d like one now.”

"what?"

At Baekcheon's question, Cheongmyeong smiled and said.

“Now, no matter who you meet, you won’t be able to ignore the volcano, right?”

“… … yes.”

“For now, that’s it.”

Just thinking about it, he nodded his head as if he was relieved.

“All this while, I was scolded for putting up with the things I wanted to grind.”

“… … Have you ever been patient?”

“… … .”

Cheongmyeong twisted his face at Baekcheon's reaction that he was hearing such nonsense for the first time in his life.

“Can you show me what you can’t stand?”

“… … Calm down.”

Baekcheon waved his hands with a slightly tired face. Qingming smiled bitterly.

“Okay then, from now on… … .”

It was then.

"Yes?"

Cheongmyeong, who was about to speak, immediately shut her mouth and tilted her head. A strange atmosphere was sensed.

'What?'

He narrowed his eyes and looked over there.

'Are you on the prose side?'

The places close to where he stood were still noisy. However, those on the side of the prose, with their seats, became strangely quiet.

No, rather than being quiet… … .

'Are you tired?'

They were faces that looked like ghosts.

I don't know for sure as everyone is turning their faces towards the prose, but from the first glance, it seems that they are clearly frightened by something.

But it's scary.

Gathered here are those who use knives in Gangho.

Besides, aren't even the masters of the old file-bang and the elders of the five generations visiting the volcano now? Conflict could not have arisen.

But what are you afraid of?

"Wow… … . Wow, come... … .”

At that moment, a sound like a moan from someone clearly penetrated Cheong-Myeong's ear.

With their eyes fixed on the side of the prose, one of the trembling ones opened their mouths with a face as if they had seen a ghost.

"Mama… … mind… … .”

terrified... … . No, it was a voice full of despair, as if it was impossible to believe what was happening right now.

A voice with a lot of emotions trembled for a while, then resounded like an explosion in an instant.

“No, everyone… … It's everyone! Everyone is coming aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Those words colored the volcano with silence in an instant.

The people who had been drinking without knowing the situation turned their eyes away like a beam of light, as if they had poured cold water on them.

“What, what?”

“Who is coming?”

It was a name that should never be heard in this place.

However, all those who checked the prose side only confirmed that their ears were not faulty. Those who had filled the prose gates were rushing back as if they had seen a ghost.

Then, with a clear view, he could clearly see a group of soldiers approaching.

“… … Everyone.”

The voice that someone shed like a moan echoed in the stillness of the volcano.

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