Wu Jang-rak looked out the window.
There was a chest containing Buddhist scriptures in his room. Since it was such a precious item, he did not entrust it to his subordinates and stored it in his room.
Even when Pyo-wol and the mercenaries went out to drink, he never left his room. Besides him, his subordinates were also stationed around the room, not moving.
Some people say that he is stubborn and inflexible, but this stubbornness was how Wu Jang-rak managed to live and survive in the world.
“Once I deliver this to the Shaolin Temple, my mission will be over. When this mission is over, I will tell the Lord that I will not be taking on any outside missions for the time being.”
If it were simply to pass on Buddhist scriptures to Shaolin Temple, it would not have been so tiring. What made him even more tired was the presence of Pyo-wol who accompanied him.
Now knowing Pyo-wol’s next move made him on edge. If he didn’t know how strong Pyo-wol was then maybe it wouldn’t have been so difficult for him. soundlesswind
But since he knew exactly how terrifying Pyo-wol was, he couldn’t help but pay attention to his slightest gesture.
“Hoo!”
Wu Jang-rak let out a deep sigh.
There was no way he could control Pyo-wol. So he just wished that his trip with him would end as soon as possible.
“Hm?”
At that time, something caught Wu Jang-rak’s attention, who was looking out the window.
There were monks wearing gray robes passing by. The seal on their foreheads was clearly visible.
Wu Jang-rak hurriedly called his subordinates to guard the Buddhist scriptures in his stead, and then ran down to the first floor. s o u n d l e s s w i n d
Once he went outside, he could see the backs of the monks walking away.
Wu Jang-rak hurriedly ran towards them.
“H, hold on a second, monks!”
At the sound of Wu Jang-rak’s voice, the monks who were ahead of him stopped and looked back.
There was an old monk with nine dots on his forehead,1 a young monk who was exceptionally handsome, and other young monks who didn’t have any marks on their forehead.
The old monk bowed and greeted him.
“Namu Amida Butsu Buddha! You’re the one who called us, right?”
“By any chance, are you from the Shaolin Temple?”
“That’s right. I am called Un-il, and this child is called Bo-kyeong, a second-generation disciple. The rest are the third-generation disciples.
Wu Jang-rak was surprised at the identity of the old monk.
It was because he was an elder at Shaolin Temple.
Wu Jang-rak hurriedly took the gun and greeted the old monk.
“I’m Wu Jang-rak from the Snow Cloud Villa in Chengdu. It is an honor to meet an elder of Shaolin Temple like this.”
“If it’s the Snow Cloud Villa, then Lord Yu is your master, right?”
“Oh, you know him.”
“How can I not know him? He is a big supporter of our sect. But what is a person from the Snow Cloud Villa doing here?”
“I am on my way to Shaolin Temple under the orders of my Lord.”
“To the main sect?”
The old monk Un-il had a curious expression.
He came here to celebrate the birthday of Chongjin, the sect leader of the Wudang sect, on behalf of Master Un-ji, the present sect leader of Shaolin Temple.
As an elder of Shaolin Temple, he knew most of the situation happening around the sect, but he hadn’t heard of a visit from the Snow Cloud Villa. Translated by soundlesswind.
“Namu Amida Butsu Buddha! What are you visiting the main sect for?”
“Our lord had found the original Buddhist scriptures in the West with great difficulty. So he plans on donating some of it to the Shaolin Temple.”
“Namu Amida Butsu! That’s a good thing. It’s a good thing! We can’t thank you enough!”
“So I was on my way to the Shaolin Temple with some of it.”
“So you’re saying you have the original Buddhist scriptures? The original in Sanskrit?”
“That’s right.”
“Namu Amida Butsu Buddha! To meet like this in Baokang, and not anywhere else. Buddha’s protection follows us.”
Monk Un-il closed his eyes and prayed.
It was the same with the young monks who followed him.
Among them, the eyes of the young monk whom Un-il introduced as Bo-kyeong shone especially bright.
“Senior brother! Now that it’s come to this, how about we escort them and travel to the Shaolin Temple together? If it’s the original Buddhist scriptures from the West, it’s a treasure that can’t be converted into property. Wouldn’t it be a big problem if we lost it in the middle?”
“Hmm!”
Un-il nodded unknowingly at Bo-kyeong’s words which made sense.
Although the propensity to be ignorant was strong, the source of Shaolin Temple was illegal.
The reason for Shaolin Temple’s existence was to understand and spread the Buddha’s teachings more deeply.
If a monk studies the original Buddhist scriptures from the West, they are bound to gain a deeper understanding of Buddhism. s.o.u.n.d.l.e.s.s.w.i.n.d
Un-il said cautiously,
“Namu Amida Butsu! Can you show me the Buddhist scriptures?”
“Of course. Please follow me.”
Wu Jang-rak guided the monks of Shaolin Temple to his room.
The warriors guarding the room looked at the Shaolin monks with a puzzled expression.
“Who are they?”
“They are the high priests of the Shaolin Temple. You should go out for a while.”
“Yes!”
Once his subordinates went outside, Wu Jang-rak carefully opened the chest. Then, a finely wrapped yellow booklet appeared.
As soon as he saw the booklet, Un-il’s eyes shook greatly. He instinctively recognized that the book in front of his eyes was authentic.
He carefully took the Buddhist scriptures and flipped the pages one by one.
The writings were in Sanskrit.
It was clear that the booklet was authentic.
There were more than a dozen genuine booklets in the chest.
“Oh! Un-hae will like this.”
Un-hae was a monk and the best scholar in the Shaolin Temple.
He preferred studying Buddhist scriptures rather than mastering martial arts. There was no monk who was more versed in Buddhism than he was in the Shaolin Temple.
To others, it would be just an old yellow book, but to the monks of the Shaolin Temple, it was a treasure more valuable than anything else.
Un-il handed over the Buddhist scriptures to Wu Jang-rak and said,
“Lord Wu! I’m not sure if you already know this, but we can’t stay still after knowing the existence of these Buddhist scriptures. So even if it’s a little uncomfortable, we encourage you to go with us to the Shaolin Temple.”
“Going with the high priests of Shaolin Temple couldn’t be more reassuring.”
“What good can this old man do? But Bo-kyeong here will be of great help. This disciple possesses martial arts that can be said to be the best.”
“Oh!”
“Anyone in Henan recognizes the Ten Invincible Steps.2”
At the introduction of Un-il, Bo-kyeong had a slightly embarrassed expression.
He possessed the most outstanding talent among the Shaolin Temple’s second-generation disciples.
In particular, he was enamored with Hundred Step Divine Fist3 so he immersed himself deep into it.
“If a person masters the Hundred Step Divine Fist, then he can break a large rock from 100 steps away. Bo-kyeong has yet to reach that level but he at least has the ability to crush rocks 10 steps away.”
That alone was enough to compete for the top spot among their sect.
Wu Jang-rak smiled,
“If such a great person escorts us, we would really be grateful.”
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