Jong-seok's face was a little puzzled by the experience book.

"I didn't do it, and can I gain experience just by eating other people's food?"

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, nodded.

"It's true that my cooking experience is important, but it's also important to eat other people's food."

I could see why the Experience Book gave me 500 Experience Points.

Surely it was a master's dish that was delicious enough to receive that amount of experience.

Jong-seok, who nodded, looked at the experience book for a while, opened the drawer and took out the royal family flag.

I'll take a book to the Moon Bang-woo meeting and get some emotion. And if you get a little price, you'll have to pay for your hospital bills...'

Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, nodded.

"Let's look at the price and think."

Jong-seok, who had such thoughts, put the Wang family flag back in and covered up his experience book.

Then, Jong-seok's eyes, which came out to drink a glass of water, saw his mom and dad dozing off in front of the TV.

"Go in and sleep."

Jong-seok's face, which had put his hand on his shoulder to turn off the fire and wake his mother, became slightly stiffened.

Mother's shoulders are tightly knotted.

'You must be tired these days.'

I suppose so. A good business means a lot of customers, so it will take a lot of work.

Jong-seok, who was looking at his mother for a while, carefully lifted her up.

Jong-seok, a little upset by the weight of his mother, who was not too heavy, put her on the bed.

And my dad too sighed Jong-seok, who laid him on the bed.

'How tired you are, you can't help but sleep.’

Jong-seok, who laid them on the bed and covered them with blankets, briefly thought about it before returning to the room.

Then, he spread his experience book and wrote.

Since you are very tired these days, I wanted to give you a massage to relieve fatigue and muscle clots.

"Should I teach him how to play?’

As a result of my own experience, I feel very refreshed when I play hardball. It's not that difficult.

When Jong-seok thought of such a thing, an article appeared in his experience book.

Jong-seok nodded while reading the article in the Experience Book.

"This would be nice if the blockage would be opened and the blood would move.’

Jong-seok, muttered to himself, wrote.

Jong-seok wrote down a lot of experience from the beginning. I wanted to make you feel cooler and happier since it's an experience I get from my parents.

Hand-pulling means to treat by hitting it with your hands.

There's a saying. If you touch your hands and feet well, your life span will be extended by the amount of time you touch them well.

Swinging is also an area of hitting. It's a light touch.

The first time I learned to hit was when I was learning to play Cheonyeop-su.

....

In order to gain the experience of hitting, Jong-seok read down.

"You were a monk at Shaolin Temple."

Jong-seok was slightly surprised. The scholar who gave the study experience was related to the shamanism.

For Jong-seok, who lives in Korea, the shamanism was a literary sect that only appeared in martial arts novels.

But Shaolin Temple is different. I've seen it often on TV, and to a certain extent, it's more familiar than the independents.

However, it was the Buddhist monk of Shaolin who wrote about the experience of using the hand-

It's fun. Is this a martial arts novel?’

The academic experience was like a martial arts novel.

Therefore, I thought that the writings of the monk of Shaolin Temple were as interesting as martial arts novels.

Thinking like that, Jong-seok quickly read down.

While learning how to do the long trick called Cheonyeopsu, Seung-ri of Shaolin Temple found that it had a good effect on the body by stimulating the blood with a spoon.

It was nothing but a master's moderate beating on a tired monk to relieve his fatigue.

Of course... according to a monk's note, moderation is what Master said, and he was as sick as death.

But when I was hit, I felt sick and I felt like I was going to die, but when I woke up the next day, I felt refreshed.

Realizing from the experience that hitting can give a person's body a boost, Seung-ha learned medicine with a martial arts training.

He thought that if only hitting properly would help his body, this would help the people who have no money to find a lawmaker.

After that, Seung-ri went around treating people with her own hand-pulling techniques.

And this part of Jongseok, where monks travel and help people, was interesting.

That's when uncooperative events began to happen to monks who systematically practice hand-tapping while treating people.

The story is about a fight with bandits trying to rob a wagon with a coincidental companion, and a story of a Buddhist monk who helped the Korean Federation of Women in Crisis and felt sympathy, but had to turn around in tears because he was a Buddhist monk.

Even the story of the sick man's family trying to hit him by swearing that he was a quack...

'This monk's character is very interesting.'

Jong-seok laughed as he read the experiences related to the beating written by the monk.

It was as fun as watching a martial arts novel. And when Jong-seok finished reading, a new article came to mind in his experience book.

Jong-seok wrote while looking at his experience book.

Cheonyeopsu:a hand tool that hits and catches the target quickly and strongly with the basic handcraft of Shaolin Temple.

Tattoo:Through a hand-feeling, you can detect pain in the target and the condition of the body.

'Experience explanation.’

Jong-seok, who was reading the text in his experience book, covered the book for now. To make the experience his own perfectly, he had to sleep first.

You can't get the experience perfectly just by reading it.

Jong-seok, who climbed onto the bed, pushed himself into the blanket.

'Let's go to bed.'

Expectations were low on Jong-seok's sleeping face. I will now dream realistically of the monk's martial arts that I just saw in the book.

'That sounds like fun. By the way, is the Moorim Women's Cooperative so pretty?’

Jong-seok smiled at the thought of the beautiful woman's association written in the article.

Is it as good as Young-ji's sister?’

Of course, Kim Young-ji is the prettiest woman around Jong-seok. Jong-seok, who recalled Kim Young-ji's face, soon fell asleep.

***

Jong-seok, who woke up early the next morning, felt his body energized.

It's similar to when you had a study experience.’

When I twisted my body around thinking about it, I could see the muscles of my forearm in Jong-seok's eyes.

'Oh? When did it get so thick?’

There used to be residual muscles in the forearm, but now there were some thick muscles.

And the muscles in the wrist were extra thick.

Jong-seok looked up at the boat. The ship had a clear prince on it.

"You've got better belly muscles, too. Is it because of the experience of Shaolin?"

Jong-seok, who had been thinking about it, lightly twisted his body and left the room.

"Wake up."

"I'll be back after working out. Oh! Would you like to work out with me, mom and dad?"

"We're good."

"I'd love to work out."

"I don't do it because I don't know good. I'm busy, so I won't."

"You have to be busy..."

"Go ahead."

Jong-seok, who was satisfied with his mother's congratulatory order, came up to the rooftop wearing shoes.

Shaking in the cold air of winter morning, Jong-seok took off his overcoat and put it down to one side.

When you take off your coat, it starts to get colder, but when you unfold your dry ball, you will soon feel warm.

"Let's get started."

Took!

Jong-seok's hand, which made the basketball rise lightly, soon began to roll the ball.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

A muscle twisting sound began to be heard from the body of the longitudinal stone rolling the ball.

And a little bit of the ball's movement was strangely twisted.

Perhaps the muscle and bone changes caused by the experience of Shaolin's monk last night were counteracting the movement of Geongongugong.

"Sorimsa is a river, shaman is a yura." There must be a difference in the size of your muscles.'

Jong-seok, who recalled the difference between shamanism and sorim in martial arts novels, began to focus on Geon-gon-gugong.

How much did he move? The twisting of muscles in his body began to diminish and the heat began to heat up in his body.

And the movement of the ball also began to move as if it had clung to the body.

Strong muscles suddenly attached to soft muscles began to harmonize little by little.

Jong-seok caught the ball after stretching out his body muscles for so long.

Taat!

Whispering!

Jong-seok, who slowed down by catching a fast-spinning ball between his palms, put the ball down.

Then he slightly put his right leg forward and lowered his posture.

"Whoa!"

The eyes of Jong-seok, who gave up his long breath, glistened.

"Cheonyeopsoo."

With a small voice, Jong-seok's hand quickly pushed forward.

Fa'at!

And the left hand that moves again!

Pavat!

Two consecutive blows into the air and the right hand went forward.

Papapapat!

My right hand hits the air four times in a row in an instant.

And every time the hands changed, the numbers began to grow rapidly.

Papapapat! Pappat!

Along with the rapid movement of hands, the legs of the stalactites were busy.

The legs moved in line with the movement of the hand, increasing the strength and speed of the hand.

Papapapapapat!

Then Jong-seok's hand began to hit the air quickly.

Jong-seok, who was hitting the air with a natural lobe, stopped. Then he wrapped his wrists around his hands.

Argh!

The wrists were giving off hot air. No, hot heat was coming from not only the wrist but also from the ankles and shoulders.

Cheonyeopsu not only sprayed his hands quickly but also had a lot of pervades.

"The heavenly lilies spreading with military force are too much for the body."

Jong-seok, who muttered inwardly and beat his wrists and shoulders, kicked the ball up.

Then he began to stretch out his pores to relieve his sore muscles.

Sweep! Sweep!

My mother, who was about to ask Jong-seok to eat after morning exercise, said in surprise.

"It's like a volcano erupting in your body.”

Jong-seok looked down at his body at his mother's words. The steam was rising from his body.

“Exercising.”

"What kind of exercise did you do that? Go ahead and wash up. Don't catch a cold."

Jong-seok, who took off his clothes at her mother's words, immediately entered the bathroom. After washing quickly, Jong-seok glanced at his mother setting the table and approached his father watching TV.

"Dad, lie down.”

"Huh? Why?"

"Just lie down for now. I'll massage you.”

"What massage do you do in the morning?"

Even if he said so, his father lied down on his seat as if he didn't hate the idea that his son would give him a massage.

Jong-seok, who loosened his wrist lightly, looked at his father.

'Let's test it out. How effective the tap is.'

With his thoughts, Jong-seok stretched out his finger, grabbed it, and began to hit his father in the stomach.

Pufferpuck!

"Jong-seok! It hurts!"