During the Cultural Revolution, the pulse of Chinese martial arts was cut off. The martial art that led to a priestly relationship created a relationship between the upper and lower ranks, and it was suppressed because it was different from the Communist Party's ruling ideology.

And so was Shaolin Temple.

The monks of Shaolin Temple were forced to disperse to avoid oppression.

If they remain, they will have no choice but to fight against the soldiers of the Communist Party, and no matter how strong their military might be, they will not be able to fight against bullets and artillery.

Thus, the monks of Shaolin Temple left the temple, taking one of Shaolin's treasures.

And Jangno was one of Shaolin's Four Rivers at the time. Zhang No, who was one of the four strongest draws in Shaolin Temple, instead of running away in the distance, changed his mind and hid himself in Soongyangseowon Confucian Academy.

His duty was to protect his disciples and alumni who would visit Shaolin Temple while cleaning at Soongyangseowon Confucian Academy.

"As time went by, the Cultural Revolution was over, but... Alumni didn't come back."

"Why?"

"It was a difficult and difficult time and it was not easy to come back once you left. And... ...the alumni who left the temple had acquired a worldly realization of what they could do with their own strength."

"The worldly realization?"

"Through decades of discipline, you know that not only is enlightenment."

"Are you saying you've transferred?"

The elder nodded at Jong-seok's question.

"There's a rumor that you've been told that you've become a gangster... Some say he's in a triad or something.

"The Triad..."

The Chinese gang in the movie is the Triad. Triad, which is everywhere in the land of Chinese...

If it's a tie... If it's a real draw, it'll be a big boost in the gangster world.'

When Jong-seok thought of it, Jang-no opened his mouth.

"And the returned alumni left again feeling skeptical about the change."

"Ah! Then did anyone come back?"

"You know, it'sir. "I just left this place, saying it's not a scream anymore."

"Then what about them?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard from you since..."

"Then are you alive?"

"I'm alive, so there's a living death penalty. But there's no way to know that either."

Jong-seok nodded as he was looking at Jang-no's words.

"I see."

At Jong-seok's words, the elder nodded and began to collect the statues.

"It's a pleasure to see a priest like this who has been making progress, so I should close the business today. I'm going to treat you to a cup of tea at your house."

At the words of the old man, Jong-seok began to help him collect the Buddha.

Jong-seok, who followed Jangno, was entering Sungsan with him.

"Do you live in Sungsan?"

"It's not living, it's just staying."

While talking on the mountain path, Jangno saw Jongseok.

"How's the light?"

"Light?"

"Follow me for now. I'll keep you up to speed.

Fa'at!

I saw him with astonished eyes as the old man ran out of the mountain in a flash.

'Fast!'

The appearance of the old man was stormy. He was followed by Jong-seok.

Fa'at!

Whiz!

The fast runner glanced back. And when he saw Jong-seok coming fast behind him, he nodded.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok's face was not impressed by the faster Jangno's new style.

'That's fast!'

That thought gave Jong-seok more strength to his feet.

Fa'at!

The old man quickly began to run along the deserted mountain path.

***

A small meadow was built in a valley in Soongsan. And inside the meadow, Jong-seok was looking out.

The meadow had a sloping hole and was clearly visible outside.

It's a good name.

People who don't know may wonder what kind of house it is, but one of the experiences Jongseok has is civil engineering and architecture.

So I knew this house was better built than I thought. The pillars supporting the meadow were exquisitely balanced with strength, making it unlikely to collapse in the rain and wind.

It's just that the wind coming through the hole can't help it, but...

Jong-seok, who was looking at the meadow, asked.

"Did you name it yourself?"

"It's where the sailors were training. "I'm just staying for a while.

"Then a few decades... No, it must have been a long time, isn't it?"

"I don't know how old it is because it looks like this when I came here."

Smiling, the old man poured me a cup of tea.

A good aroma flowed from the tea, which was poured from a cup made by cutting wood.

"It smells good."

"The tea sprinkled by the prehistoric men grew up in the wild, but it has a good aroma and taste."

As Chang-no said, Jong-seok asked while looking out.

"Do Shaolin know this place?"

"Morge"

"So there are no former Shaolin people at Shaolin now?"

An angry man shook his head at the question of Jong-seok.

"No. It's just the people from the country."

"Then... what martial arts remain in Shaolin now?"

"During the Cultural Revolution, the martial arts were broken, but... There were fighters in the army who had mastered the martial arts of Shaolin and Saga. "The military is strong and the country has fostered a lot of martial arts."

"That's strange. The basis of the martial arts they've learned is Shaolin and Saga... The army broke down that foundation?"

"Whoa! It was then. It's a time when he's been doing some crazy things to protect his power. Isn't it like a snake eating its tail and being full?"

The jangno, who shook his head with a smile, continued.

"When the Cultural Revolution ended and Chinese martial arts spread through Hong Kong to the West and became famous... In order to let people know that the basis of martial arts is China, China has rebuilt several famous literary circles. And there were martial arts masters from the army."

"Then... now Sorim's martial arts..."

"Sorim's martial arts from the army are handed down."

"That's too bad."

Looking at Jong-seok nodding his head, the old man drank tea and took him outside.

And the wrath that took him to the cliff on one side pointed to the wall. His curiosity grew as he looked at the wall.

There was something... ...like a human figure embedded in the wall. It was difficult to see the carving, and there was a shadow left as if the water had seeped into the rock and left a trace.

And I could feel the energy from the shading. It's like a man's energy.

"This one?"

"This is where the head monk used to wall his face."

"Cotton wall?"

"There's a story that says Master Dahlma has come to an realization after a year of cotton wall. It's a different discipline from that. For a long time, the messengers at the head office have been here, looking back on themselves and seeking enlightenment. That's why it's engraved on the wall.

I looked around as I looked at the wall surprised by the words of the old man.

The cliffs were engraved with shades of people of various shapes.

'That's great and incredible. I can't believe just looking at the wall left such traces....'

When Jong-seok thought of it, Jang-no said.

"But the meritorious service didn't seem to belong to the head office, did it?"

"My teacher told me about the shaman's hard work."

"District ball? You mean the shaman's training with balls?"

"Do you know?"

"Before the Cultural Revolution, there were masters of the independents, and they had some kind of interaction.

asked Jong-seok at Chang'o's words.

"Then did the Wudang faction follow the same train as Shaolin?"

"And so do they."

Jang-no, who shook his head as if it was a pity, opened his mouth.

"Then is the new law shamanistic?"

"It's hard to say it's something else because I made it up by myself.

"Ho! Made a new law? That's great."

Jang-no, who was smiling at Jong-seok, nodded.

"The Preacher, who taught you martial arts, probably tested you with a dry ball."

"What?"

"It's not easy to teach foreigners the martial arts of the headquarters even if they leave the headquarters... It's an invisible vision, not a human being."

Although his experience book does not refer to his vision, Jong-seok did not speak.

I'm just thankful that you interpret it well on your own.

Would you like to go to Korea with me?"

At Jong-seok's words, the wrath shook his head with a smile.

"Thank you, but this is where I belong."

"Kangshan Invincible, Gangshan Yushan ... Sorim Yubyeon"

What Jong-seok said was that he didn't want Gangsan to change, but Gangsan changed and Shaolin changed as well.

"The priest is right... But there should be someone to welcome those who come back like priests."

I didn't recommend Jong-seok for that remark anymore. It was a short word, but he felt the sincerity contained in it.

On that day, Jong-seok talked with Jangno about many things.

"Why are former fighters different from now on in the amount of internal space?"

"That's because eating is different, and the way you get along is different."

"Is that so?"

I knew what you meant. But that's not what Jong-seok wanted.

"Then is it difficult for modern people to achieve the same status as the old warrior?"

At Jong-seok's question, Jang-no smiled and looked at him.

"Why do you ask that when a priest is no better than an old warrior?"

"It's... it's different for each person, isn't it?"

"That's true."

A nod of the head opened his mouth.

"It is the inner workings and enlightenment to share the land of the warrior, and in the present era, it is difficult to build inner workings because of the weak energy of nature, and it is difficult to attain enlightenment because there are many entertainments. This is what I think."

"Integration and enlightenment... Is it difficult to build up one's inner workings with physical training?"

"It's possible. Gungongugong is also a martial arts that can build inner space through pupils... But there's a limit to the pupil."

Jong-seok was lost in thought by Jang-no's words. Although I didn't learn how to judge properly, I thought it would be difficult to solve this problem with a testament.

"But why would you ask that? Your level now is worth being a superman in modern times."

"I'm not trying to be strong... "

Jong-seok told me about his inner workings and medicine.

"Experience and medicine. Well, if modern medicine and internal medicine work together, it's going to be effective."

"So I'm working on a way for oriental medicine doctors to develop their skills."

"Hmm...."

At Jong-seok's words, the old man opened his mouth after a while.

"It's not easy, it's very difficult. And I have to think a hundred times and think a thousand times."

"What do you mean by a hundred thoughts and a thousand worries?"

"The reason why Muhak is inhumane is because it is strong. What would happen if an experienced master makes an accident and does evil? What if he kills someone with his balls? The sin is his sin, but also the sin of the man who taught him military service."

"Ah..."

Jong-seok nodded at Zhang's words.

I haven't thought of that in the meantime. In any case, it is difficult to harm a person by playing the ball, and no one has yet been able to do so by training the ball and building it up.

Looking at such stones, the elder opened his mouth.

"The headquarter also teaches you the spirit and the qualities of your disciples, perhaps the preacher who taught you first to see your heart... When teaching martial arts, one's heart is first seen, and then one's quality is afterwards. You'll have to keep that in mind.

"Okay."

At Jong-seok's answer, Jang-no nodded and raised the fire in the furnace.

"I'll make dinner for you."

"I'll do it."

"Can you make your hands hard?"

"How can a priest be a hand? I'll go out for a while and get some food around and make you some food."

"What do you think is around?"

"On the way, I saw some herbs and herbs to eat. Take a break."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head with a smile, began to turn around.

***

Jong-seok spent two more days with Zhang Xue. And on the third day, Jong-seok was entering Shaolin Temple with Jangno.

At Shaolin Temple, many people were in line to watch. Passing through such a line, Jong-seok was moving his voice with Zhang Lu to another place.

"Many places were destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. The majority of these gommels here were rebuilt after the Great Cultural Revolution, so I can't say it's just a wish."

However, not all of them disappeared, so Jangno explained the traces of the original sound on the way.

How long did it take? I could see dozens of pagodas, or many pagodas lined up.

"It's a forest."

When Jong-seok recognized the famous Taprim of Shaolin Temple, he nodded.

"I can't come here often because the entrance fee is too high, but I'll come and say hello once a year."

The railing surrounding the tower forest prevented them from going inside, and the eyes of Jongseok, who was walking outside, showed signs of being on the ground was visible.

"What's this sign?"

It was a pile of stony ground. The elder opened his mouth to the mark carved on the hard stone plate.

"It's a sign of practicing orthography. There's a good trace of it, so try it."

I was looking at Jong-seok's trace when asked what Jang-no said.

"Where does it start?"

"The beginning and the end, the end and the beginning, what is the need for sharing the beginning and the end?"

He laughed at the old man's remark.

"The transshipment man is good at asking and answering questions."

"Isn't it fun?"

Jong-seok nodded as he laughed and moved slightly while looking at the tracks.

Blame!

Jong-seok, standing on the footstep while running lightly, looked forward and backward. Then he nodded.

"Let's move along the trail for now."

Jong-seok began to move his feet along the tracks with his thoughts.

Whispering!

Then, along the tracks, Jong-seok's body quickly began to move from side to side.