Bam! Bam! Bam!

As Jongseok approached the ground with bamboo, the monks looked at him in surprise and stepped back.

Seeing such monks, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"Why do you pick the bamboo that others have been trying to put in?"

When the monks looked at each other, flinching at Jong-seok's words, one person stepped forward.

"This is a prize. You can't just put these things in the ground as you please."

"Can't you?"

"Of course not."

At the monk's words, Jong-seok glanced around. Signs and posters were hanging around Sorimsa Temple to announce the holding of a non-show.

After seeing this, Jongseok also got Hant to bet on these scrolls.

"Then what about you?"

"We're Shaolin, so we'll be."

"The bamboo you pulled was also hung at Shaolin Temple."

"What is this thing our Shaolin bet on..."

Jong-seok, who raised his hand to close the monk's mouth, pointed to him.

"You're the first, and we're the second, and we're the same Shaolin, although the numbers are different. Don't you know? Ah! No, you must have picked one."

"But..."

"However...."

Jongseok pointed to the bamboo held by the monk.

"Is that the only thing you picked out? Or is there more?"

The monk frowned as if he was offended by Jong-seok's constant interruption of his words.

"You can check it out yourself."

Jong-seok nodded at the monk's answer.

"Given that... Do you want to keep it or hold it..."

It pointed to a monk holding a bamboo from which the stalactites were picked.

"It's a decision-making joint."

One of the monks behind him grabbed the bamboo stuck in a tree by hand when he looked at it while looking at it through a hard cave.

Hold still!

The monk's face hardened as he tried to pull out a bamboo. Bamboo doesn't budge.

'What the hell is this?'

When the monk shook the bamboo and saw Jongseok, Jongseok nodded.

"Are you going to fight?"

A monk holding a bamboo at Jong-seok's horse took a swipe and posed.

"We don't sue each other for being beaten."

"That's nice! Then let's cut it short."

Along with the horse, Jong-seok picked up a bamboo.

And... the Matthag was the beginning.

Puff, puck, puck!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

"Argh!"

Every time the bamboo moved from the hand of the stone, the monks' mouths burst with a sound of grain.

The monks couldn't escape or stop the bamboo that flew in.

If you just swing it, you'll only get hit. And he couldn't even fall.

When they're about to fall, how they hit them is how their bodies get back on their feet.

So Jong-seok, who was beating monks, stopped the bamboo.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

"Huck!"

Jong-seok said, looking at the monks who groaned and fell.

"Think of it as a light punishment for trying to pull out and break what others worked for."

When the fallen monks looked up at him, Jong-seok said.

"When President Jin So-feng gave me a medal, we talked a lot about this Shaolin Temple. He wanted to cooperate with each other and maintain a good win-win relationship. They wouldn't want to disturb each other like this. Do you understand what I mean?"

With the horse, Jong-seok took out his cell phone and shook it, and the monks nodded.

He was not a fool to the point where he did not know the simple meaning of telling Jin So-feng if he interfered.

"If I had told you about President Qin So-feng from the beginning, I would have gone easily, but... An easy road sometimes doesn't want to go."

Jong-seok continued to talk as he saw the monks listening to him.

"Whether it's the first or the second, it's the same Shaolin. Let's try to win each other. And... tell your chief to leave the stuff I've stuck in. If you pull out what's stuck... The Second Shaolin is visiting your event today.

Along with the horse, he grabbed a bamboo with a stalactite embedded in a tree and pulled it.

Fa'at!

The monk's face hardened as he grabbed it and shook it in an instant.

When he pulled, he didn't move at all, but he just came out like a chopstick stuck in tofu.

Looking at such a monk, Jong-seok held a bamboo in his hand and saw a monk.

Tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk!

When Jong-seok hit a bamboo tree held by a monk, he flinched. Looking at such a monk, I glanced at a hole in the ground on the stalactites.

"Do you know the saying, "Be defective?"

At Jongseok's words, the monk swallowed his saliva and slipped the bamboo he had picked into the hole.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Jong-seok said as he looked at the bamboo that went smoothly.

"What about the family?"

When the monk saw the back of Jongseok's horse, he took the scroll out of the hangnang that the people behind him were wearing on his back and walked again.

And Jong-seok glanced at it, and there were more scrolls in the hangnang.

"As expected... you must've been pulling all of them."

Jong-seok, who had improved his appetite, saw a Buddhist monk.

"I have a good memory."

When the monks saw him at random words, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"That means if my scrolls are torn or unseen, I'll come to you."

The monk groped at Jong-seok's words with a stiff face.

"People come and go I could touch it, but..."

"Even if it does, I'll find you."

"No, we didn't touch it. Why?"

Just think, "I just want to see you." And..."

Fa'at!

A new type of stone has disappeared. It is a dramatic version of the Buddhist script. As the monk tried to look around with surprised eyes at the sight of Jong-seok suddenly disappearing like a ghost, a voice came from behind him.

"You won't be able to see me approaching."

The monk swallowed his saliva at Jong-seok's horse. As he said, he didn't even feel when Jong-seok came behind him.

Jong-seok, who patted the shoulders of such a monk with his hand, opened his mouth.

"So... please cherish my things."

Then Jong-seok grabbed the bamboo and started climbing the mountain again. The monk, who saw it, swallowed his saliva and collapsed on the spot.

It's like seeing a ghost.

Then the monk hurriedly saw the priests behind him.

"Let's... let's go."

The priests hurried after the monk as he hurried up and down the mountain.

Standing where the old man was, Jong-seok was tongue-tied as he saw the monks rushing down the mountain.

"I don't know how many I've touched."

"We don't seem to get along very well."

"It can't be good. We have the same Shaolin name, but... One is a place of business, and we're doing it, so it's like oil and water."

Then Jong-seok climbed the mountain and put a bamboo on it again and began to hang a scroll.

The old man asked, obeyingly.

"But you're very good at martial arts."

"Because it's a traditional Shaolin martial art."

While climbing the mountain with a smile, Jongseok stopped on the same path as the first and second sounds.

"Where are you going?"

"While I'm here, I'd like to see the Second Sorim Temple."

"Then do it."

All the bamboo trees were planted on the road leading to the second Shaolin Temple. Then they walked all the beauties and the princes on it.

The painting, divided into six scrolls, depicts the four leading actors in Yeonwangyeonga taking the initiative in front of the second Shaolin Temple.

Jongseok, who hung all the scrolls, glanced at it for a moment and saw the place where the first Shaolin Temple was located.

There were monks standing on the street and looking this way. A Buddhist monk suddenly caught my eye when I saw them.

'Hongwon 0|la... I think he's coming out early in the morning to pick up a guest.

He was a popular martial artist, considering that people shouted at Hongwon at the time, even though he was a scapegoat during his previous performance.

So he came out here to take people to Sorimsa Temple.

'Foreigns and my scrolls...'

Thinking about what will lead more people, Jong-seok has lost his appetite.

I think we're a little short.

I could see Hong-won lowering his head in the eyes of Jong-seok, who was thinking like that.

Jongseok bowed his head and took the old man to the place where the second Shaolin Temple was located.

Surprised at the old man's face when he arrived at the second Shaolin Temple. There was a big picture hanging in front of the prose...

It was Dalmado, but its size was bigger than the gate of the temple.

And... the mere sight of it gave me the fear of bowing.

But once again, it was Dharma, where fear and compassion were felt.

"Tree amytabul"

Jong-seok said, looking at the old man bowing his head unconsciously.

"What do you think of the picture?"

"It's a great picture."

The old man, who was looking at Dalmado with his hands tied together, saw Jongseok.

"Did you paint this picture, too?"

"It was the first time I drew it myself. I'm glad the picture came out well."

The old man's face was filled with admiration at Jong-seok's words.

"You're... very good. You' There are a lot of people who paint Dalmado, but it's not easy to make a work that gives this feeling. "Tree Amitabha Buddha"

Jong-seok, who was wearing a band-aid, walked to Sorimsa Temple, looking at an old man with his head down as he joined hands.

asked the old man who was following him.

"But I haven't spoken to him yet. My name is Kang Yuan."

"I am 0|Jongseok who is an oriental doctor in Korea."

"It's nice to meet you."

Looking at Kang Yu-an, who bowed politely, Jong-seok bowed his head, and with him, he crossed the door of Shaolin Temple.

Inside Shaolin, workers were cleaning or putting out chairs.

And when Jean-No, who was directing such people to work, saw Jong-seok, he waved his hand and hurried to him.

"Mr. Wonju."

Jong-seok looked at Kang Yu-an as if he was wondering at the sight of Jang-no, who was hurrying up and lowering his head.

'Wonju?'

When Jong-seok was wondering, Kang Yu-an said surprisedly while looking at the wrath.

"You're not a jangno, are you?"

"You remember me."

"You haven't been working with him for a long time, have you? You didn't recognize him right away because he changed a lot. By the way, what happened to the outfit?"

"I got married"

"Leaving? So you were a Shaolin monk?"

Rumors of Kang Yuan-do were also rising. The Buddhist monk of Shaolin Temple, who disappeared during the Cultural Revolution, founded Shaolin Temple with the support of President Jin So-feng.

"I'm sorry to be deceived you."

"No, no, no.

Kang Yuan, who shook his head, joined hands.

"I haven't recognized Sorim Temple's orthodox descendants so closely."

Jangno also bowed his head to Kang Yuan's plywood. Seeing the two of them, Jong-seok knew who Kang Yuan was.

"Sungyangseowon Confucian Academy... It's Wonju.'

Soongyang Seowon, one of the Five Great Seowon Confucian Academy in Jungwon, used to work there.

Therefore, the only person he would call Wonju was Wonju of Soongyangseowon.

"You were the owner of the Sungyangseowon Confucian Academy."

"You're Korean. Do you know our Seowon?"

"I know Sungyangseowon because I am a calligrapher, even if I am from different countries. I've been there before."

"I see."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to Kang Yuan's words, looked at the angry man.

"Please show me around the headquarters, Brother-in-law."

"What about the priest?"

"I'm going to go check on what's going on with my footwork."

"What does that mean?"

Jangno told me what Jongseok was doing with the monks of Shaolin Temple, and I turned around.

And as soon as he started running fast, Jong-seok's new model soon disappeared into the eyes of Jang-no.

Papapapat!

The body of Jong-seok, who spread the bulyeonghaseo, was going down the mountain as fast as it was flying.

Running down the mountain so fast, Jong-seok checked his bamboo and scrolls.

There were signs of burnt hands, but they were stuck there. He didn't listen to what he said, but he put in the things that the monks had chosen.

As Jongseok was walking down the mountain quickly, checking bamboo and scrolls, he saw the entrance of Sungsan Mountain.

And at the entrance, there was something the monks were talking about with the other monks.

He kicked the ground hard.

Fa'at!

Shun Li-li-li-lik!

A new type of stone fell behind the monks in a splendidly large tribute.

Blame!

The monks looked at him with astonishment at the new type of stone. The sight glanced at the ground.

"You haven't got a big one here yet, have you?"

At Jong-seok's words, the monk muttered while watching him with surprised eyes.

"Uh...how?"

"What?"

"I heard you were on the mountain."

"I went and came down."

"Already?"

Jong-seok said to the monk who looked surprised.

"You don't hit it?"

"I tried to hit..."

Then the monk picked up the bamboo that was pulled from the side, put it in the ground in a hurry, took out the scroll from the Haengnang and hung it there.

"Clear, if the scroll falls... I'm coming for you."

"Yes, sir."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the monk's words, clapped his hands on the scrolls caught in bamboo! Argh! The defendant took out his cell phone.

"It's time to come, but..."

As I murmured over time, I saw cars approaching the entrance to Jong-seok's eyes.

The actors and the shameless teams from Yeonwangyeonga began to get off in a row of cars and vans in front of them.

And when I saw Lee Soo-mi getting out of the car, I couldn't help but smiling.

Lee Su-mi was approaching with a smile on her face with the costumes and makeup she wore during Yeonwangyeonga.

"Sumiya"

Lee Soo-mi smiled and waved as Jong-seok gestured.

"It's not too late, is it?""

"It's not... it's not even eight o'clock yet."

Then, Jong-seok greeted the actors and the martial arts team behind him.

"Thank you for your help, Master Dong."

"My disciples are a lifesaver. Of course I'll help them."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to the words of the same person, thanked others and saw Yoo Yeok-hee.

Yoo Yeok-hee was standing in a red military uniform in the drama.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Yu."

"I didn't even say thank you then. Thank you for saving my life."

"It's natural to save people. Thank you for coming to help me today."

"Yes"

When Yoo Yeok-hee gently lowered his head, Jong-seok nodded and drove the people to Sorimsa Temple.