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Boom!

The young man, who was looking at the feet that fell heavily beside his head, sneered and put his feet on the red-door and rolled back to his feet.

Whispering!

Then the young man saw Jong-seok. Jong-seok was looking at the saddle ankle next to the fallen red gate.

Boom boom!

Jong-seok, who had a twisted bone, looked up at the young man while looking at the red gate.

"Do you want to deal with Shaolin martial arts?"

"I think you've already done enough with Shaolin martial arts."

Sweep!

After carefully putting down the red gate, Jong-seok rose up and reached out to the young man.

"Lee Jong-seok, who learned Shaolin martial arts in Korea, can I ask you a favor?"

"Korea? Korean?"

Jong-seok nodded, and the young man glanced at the audience. I'm asking if I can hit a foreigner.

Jong-seok saw the men in the audience.

"Even if Lee Jong-seok is injured, I will not report to the Korean Embassy."

When Jong-sik's gaze turned to them, the men slipped away.

Jong-seok, who turned his head from such men to youth, opened his mouth.

"Can you teach me a lesson?"

"That's... hitting a foreigner..."

"Are you hitting people by dividing them into foreign marks?"

"Huh?"

The young man smiled and nodded as he was looking at Jong-seok as if he was looking at Jong-seok.

"That's right."

Then he raised his fist at Jong-seok.

"Then let's get started."

Fa'at!

With the horse, the young man rushed right into the last stone. Jong-seok nodded at the young man running in a low position.

'Low posture...Definitely a tough opponent for a martial artist.

In martial arts, where you train a lot to hit your opponent's upper body, it would be uncomfortable for someone to come this low.

But that's the general martial arts position...

Jong-seok's hands moved rapidly toward the approaching young man.

Papapapat!

Puff, puff, Puffing!

The young man's face hardened into Jong-seok's hand.

'It hurts!'

The young man almost uttered a curse with a scream. As soon as Jong-seok's hands hit his hands, he felt pain like hitting them with a hammer.

But the young man struggled to put up with the pain and put out another field.

'With entering the tackle and pulling the lower body, the ankle arm bar....'

The young man's cave was distorted at the moment with his thoughts.

Puck!

At that moment, Jong-seok's hands hit both hands of a young man, and his hands were torn apart and he felt pain as if it were me.

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

When the young man, who could not bear the pain, groaned, Jong-seok pushed his bowels strongly toward his wide open chest.

Phew!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

The young man, who screamed and bounced back, hit the stage wall and fell.

Boom!

The young man, who fell with a heavy sound, curled up like a shrimp, groaned and began to suffer.

I tried to be as painful as possible. He paid for the pain and pleasure he had enjoyed.

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Shaking!

Looking at the young man twisting his whole body, Jong-seok saw the VJs in the audience.

They were alternately looking at Jong-seok and the young man with astonished eyes.

"What the hell... how many meters did it fly?"

"It looks like it flew over 5 meters."

The distance that a young man flew to one of the walls with the palm of Jongseok's palm floating in the air is considerable.

Jong-seok approached the young man, listening to VJs babbling at each other.

Jong-seok, who saw a young man with trembling eyes, stroked the chest with his hands.

"Gasp!"

Only then did the young man look up at Jong-seok, gasping for breath.

"What about that just now?"

"It's Shaolin martial arts."

"Is this Shaolin martial arts?"

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw a surprised young man.

"Sorimsa martial art is not just about appearance. And... the real Shaolin is strong."

A young man frowned at Jong-seok's words as he looked at him. Jong-seok, who was looking at such a young man, looked around.

The Shaolin draw was looking at Jong-seok with surprised eyes. It was their first time seeing a person fly so far.

No... it was possible when we put together to show a spectacular action scene.

This is what it looks like if the person who is hit by the opponent intentionally bounces back.

But that's when we put together and this is real... It wasn't possible now.

Jong-seok, who was watching such a draw, glanced at Jang-no, and he nodded and rose to his feet and began to leave the concert hall.

Jong-seok followed suit and began to leave the concert hall. As soon as several draws were about to follow such Jong-seok's appearance, one of the draws held them back.

"The show is not over yet."

Then the draws lined up on the stage, and a monk joined hands and opened his mouth.

"Unexpected things have happened, but as you can see, our martial arts are the best in the world. By a disciple who has mastered the martial arts of the headquarter in that little Korea..."

Jong-seok shook his head small at the words of the draw from behind. Although he said he had learned the martial art of Shaolin Temple, he did not know that he would openly call himself a student of Shaolin Temple.

And there's no thank you.

'That's not what I thought. It's better than that.

I'm sorry to sell so many Shaolin names in the meantime, but if it's a place like this... There's no reason to feel sorry.

After that, Jong-seok started to leave the concert hall after Jang-no.

***

Jong-seok was doing business with Zhang Lu. He was helping sell woodcarved Buddha statues to tourists.

Jong-seok carefully developed a front-line air force with his fingers and was breaking wood.

Puck!

Anger laughed at the sight of the woodcarver smashed in Jong-seok's hand.

"I told you to take care of it, but you're still making sense."

Jong-seok sighed at Chang-no's words and looked at the tree in his hand.

The tree in his hand was intact in the front, but there was a mess behind it.

There were holes and big holes everywhere. It was not made with a carving knife, but the wood was dug and broken by front-line power.

"It's hard to control the strength of the ball."

I laughed at Jong-seok's remark.

"It's a great thing to do that much in a day."

Jangno's admiration was sincere. I taught him yesterday, and he used the front page.

Of course, the internal adjustment is still sloppy and well-done, but the trick is learned anyway, so I couldn't say anything but great.

My teacher told me I was stupid. The priest said, "That's not exactly wrong."

When the old man recalled his old memories, Jong-seok touched the tree again, and his inner workings were very exciting.

Sweep! Sweep!

Following the first-line method, the inner cavity gathered at the tip of the finger and spouted.

Took!

The tree shook slightly.

'This time it was too weak.'

It was subtly difficult to control the internal strength. Too weak is not a blow, too strong is more than the level of destruction one wants.

"Well, you're going to have to experience this many times."

Thinking about it, Jong-seok looked at the tree and tried to move back to the front line, but suddenly he said,

"But are you going to keep selling woodcarved Buddha statues here?"

I want to continue to be taught by Jangno, but Jong-seok has to go to Korea soon.

I have to go to the army in March... If you want to stay longer, you can't. That's why I'm worried about the old man who will be here alone.

"It is here that I will meet alumni who come to see Shaolin like you."

"How do they know the death penalty is here?"

"Didn't you come to visit?"

"I... went to Sungyangseowon and I saw your writing."

I laughed at Jong-seok's remark.

"If they touch each other, they'll meet somehow, or they won't."

"Yeon... you're still a stranger, even though you've returned."

"I changed my clothes.That doesn't change your body."

Jong-seok laughed as he watched Jangno join hands and memorize the wooden amitaphone.

"You're a good meat and drinker, aren't you?"

Jang-no, who paused in a posture of joining Jong-seok's horse, opened his mouth.

"Meat and alcohol are just food... There is no reason to divide the boundaries. A ball, a color, a ball. "Tree Amitabha Buddha"

Jong-seok began to fiddle with the trees, laughing at the disapproval of Jang-no, who seemed to make a good excuse.

Then, when one person showed interest in the wooden statue, Jong-seok smiled and said.

"Welcome."

It was the Japanese who were interested in the wooden statue. Jong-seok talked to Jong-seok in Japanese and soon sold off a wooden statue.

"You've got a priest, so business is going well."

"Is that so?"

"It's usually hard to sell one, but you've already sold six."

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Jang-no, who looked at the wooden statues with a happy face.

Most of Jongseok's sales were for tourists, especially foreigners.

First, Jongseok could communicate with foreigners who could speak English, Japanese, Korean, Chinese, and French.

That's why I tell two foreigners who came to see me about Ju-Ne, and give pressure to Sarim, who looks sick, to sell well.

Anyway, Jong-seok took the piece of wood in his hand again and began to carefully unfold the front page.

Sweep!

Jong-seok, who was opening the front line of the tree, looked up at the shadow growing in front of him.

There was a monk standing there.

"Tree amytabul."

'Sorimsa Temple Army'

I knew I'd get a call since something happened yesterday. He thought he would come to see the situation because he said he had learned Shaolin martial arts in Korea.

Besides, you're gonna have to shut up about what happened yesterday.

With that in mind, the monk opened his mouth when Jong-seok saw him.

"Can you do geography for a moment?"

"Do it."

When Jong-seok pointed to the seat next to him, the monk smiled at him and sat next to him with his hips attached.

"Thank you for helping us with the accident that happened during yesterday's performance at the head office."

"He's been using his hands too much in the competition."

The monk, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, opened his mouth.

"Thank you for treating the priests."

"I can't just stand by and watch someone get hurt."

"And you said you learned the martial arts of the headquarters in Korea yesterday..."

"That's right."

"Then are you Lee Jong-seok, an oriental medical doctor in Korea?"

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at the monk who seemed to know him. This is also expected.

Hong Dae-bang also knew it by hearing his name.

"That's right."

"You're right.

The monk, who was looking at the stone, said in a joint.

"Hongseong, Shaolin Temple."

"But what brings you here?"

"Thank you for what happened yesterday. I'm sorry, but I'd like to ask you a favor."

"Please?"

"It's nothing else. Would you say so if the station or someone asks the Shiju as a disciple of the head office?"

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at Hong-sung.

"Now that I've mastered Sorim's martial arts, no matter who asks, I'm Sorim's disciple."

"Of course, I'm a disciple of Shaolin who has nothing to do with Shaolin."

Hong-sung lowered his head as Jong-seok muttered into his mouth.

"Thank you."

"Well, I think you should go now."

At Jong-seok's words, Hong-sung looked at him, and then he stood up.

Then, holding a wooden statue, he put down an envelope.

"Tree amytabul"

Hong Seong, who was carrying a statue of Buddha while putting his hands together, looked inside Jongseok holding an envelope.

Then he picked up his little appetite and held it out to Zhang Lu.

The elder opened the envelope, looked inside, and frowned.

"It's a check."

"I think this is the only consolation."

For 20,000 yuan, the amount is about 3.5 million won in Korean won. And the Buddha statue is 50 yuan... Four hundred were the amount of money to be earned by selling.

"It's too much for the price of Buddha. Give it back."

Jong-seok looked at Jang-no's horse and put it in his pocket.

"The priest?"

The angry man looked at him in wonder. Jong-seok said, catching pieces of wood in the eyes of Jang-no.

"Those who try to solve it with money feel anxious and suspicious when it doesn't. And that anxiety and doubt will come and bother us again. Even if you don't like it, this money... It's convenient to receive."

"But..."

"Do you have any intention of money? Money is just money. It's comfortable when you're around, and uncomfortable when you're not... "It's a ball, a color ball."

At Jong-seok's words, the angry man laughed as he looked at him. Jong-seok is using what he said when he talked about meat and alcohol.

"You're learning fast.

"I'm a bit of a fast learner."

A nod to Jong-seok's words extended his hand.

"Give me the bag."

When Jong-seok handed over the envelope, Jang-no put it in his arms and raised himself.

"Let's call it a day."

When Jong-seok collected the statues, the old man moved with him.

Jong-seok, who spent more days with Jangno, returned to Korea. There is no time for Jong-seok, who wanted to stay with Chang-no for a long time but soon had to go to the army.

Saying goodbye to him, Jong-seok spent time with his family in Korea. And... in March, Jong-seok joined the army as a platoon of health at Nonsan Army Training Center.