291 Reading books gives you more experience! 291

Jong-seok's hair felt clearer than usual when he woke up from a sound sleep.

'Is it because you've gained experience as the head of Shaolin?'

Sorimsa Temple, the current Sorimsa Temple was great, but the old Sorimsa Temple was even greater.

For example, when Yi Se-min of the Tang Dynasty was captured by the enemy, 13 monks of Shaolin Temple appeared to defeat hundreds of enemies and save Yi Se-min.

Sorimsa Temple has such a great history and reputation in history. Having had such experience as the head of Shaolin Temple, I felt my mind relaxed and my head cleared.

Moreover, he gained the military exploits of the head of Shaolin Temple, which made him stronger in history and stronger in body.

Jong-seok, who took off his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror.

"You're obviously very angry."

I dozed off before. But now the body looked simply the best of the best.

When the belly was tightened, the bruised prince and the pubic muscle were revealed. Jong-seok, who was looking around at the mirror, dressed up and came down.

"Mommy!"

Jong-seok, who called his mother down, could see an empty house.

"Are you out on the field?"

On Soil Street, parents were buying some land and farming. Only rice paddies and fields to eat at home are being built little by little.

Jong-seok rolled rice into the soup to fill the meal, then came out and started climbing the mountain behind him.

Not long after I moved here, I bought a mountain in the back. Fortunately, the owner sold the mountain right away because there were so many graves.

As for Sanju, it was sold directly to the owner, saying, "Sell it because there are many graves in the mountain and it is difficult to farm."

As we climbed the mountain, we collected some visible herbs from places to places.

Do you think I'll put some of my brain-washed ginseng in avenue?'

As I climbed the mountain with that thought, the bag that Jong-seok brought was full of herbs.

I think we can make a lot of different things.

Jong-seok, who climbed up the mountain with a smile, was able to reach the top. There was nothing different about normal. Just a little bit of flat ground surrounded by trees.

"Shall we build a pavilion here?"

It's a little hard to climb the mountain, but I thought it would be fun and nice to grill meat here in the summer.

Jong-seok, who was thinking of building a pavilion while looking at the surrounding scenery, twisted his neck.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

After twisting his neck around, Jong-seok slowly pulled his legs together.

Jongseok's body was out of balance because he absorbed the military exploits of Shaolin Temple.

You used to be a finite body, but now you're a river body?

Although I would be better off now to perform the military service of Shaolin Temple, Jongseok is better than the military service of Shaolin Temple.

So I had to build a body that fit the ball. After catching his breath, Jong-seok began to work hard.

"Whoa!"

Jong-seok's hands joined together smoothly with his long breath.

When I opened the joint, Jong-seok nodded.

"You're powerful."

Hapbanjang... was superior to a thousand leaf trees in terms of power alone. It is inevitable that Hapbanjang belonged to the 72nd temple of Shaolin Temple, and Cheonyeopsu was just the way of Shaolin.

"When you're overpowering properly, you're going to play ball, and if you're arrogant, you're going to have to deal with it with the joint."

With that in mind, I started to go down the mountain with a bag of stones on the floor.

***

After two days of rest, Jong-seok was boarding a hospital ship at Incheon Port.

"It's Mr. Lee Jong-seok, who had a hard time on vacation."

Jong-seok smiled and said to the deckman, who was fishing on the deck.

"How are you?"

"I've been well. By the way, you had a hard time in China."

"Have you seen the news?"

"You didn't see it coming out here and there? I'm so excited to have something to show off to people these days.

"Are you excited?"

"I'm living and working with a famous teacher, so how much to say. Besides, with the Chinese news, the subway crash in the past has been re-examined."

said Jong-seok, who shook his head small at the deckman's words.

"But what about you, Shen?"

"It's your turn to get off the ship, so you went down."

Jong-seok picked up his luggage at the deck's horse and headed to his quarters.

***

After a few months of traveling to China, Jong-seok, who focused on medical treatment on a hospital ship, got back on a flight to China.

The reason was simple. Shaolin Temple, newly built in Soongsan, will open on Saturday after its completion.

Jong-seok disembarked on Thursday and flew straight to China.

Jong-seok, who got off at Beijing Airport on a night flight, slept a day at a nearby hotel and then flew to Hanam early the next day.

Jongseok, who entered the mountain, felt somewhat crowded.

As it was located in Dengbong-hyeon, which has a representative tourist destination in China called Shaolin Temple, it was more crowded and crowded when I came here before, but today it was even worse.

The street was overflowing with people.

'Is it because of Shaolin?'

Sorimsa Temple opens tomorrow, and people come and go to see it.

"It's good to have a lot of people at the party. By the way, I don't know if the preparations are going well."

I've been thinking about it for a while, and the sound of the story in Jong-seok's ear...

came by

"That money-loving Shaolin company is holding a non-show tomorrow, but I don't know what's going on. It's all free of charge."

"That's it. There's a new Shaolin, so you're trying to keep that in check."

"Is that just another one made in the country? I heard the kids working at the construction site there. I heard that there is only one Buddhist monk in the newly created Shaolin temple."

"One?"

"That's what I're saying."

"I think the temple is built pretty big... What kind of monk's bruise is that?"

"Listening to what I're saying. He's the heir to Shaolin Temple."

"Chronicity or whatever... Anyway, since Shaolin is going to give us food and martial arts performances for free tomorrow, we're going to have a nice meal and come back."

Jong-seok, who was looking at the people talking to him, thought for a while and moved on.

"No-show..."

Jong-seok shook his head while he was thinking.

'Is Shaolin trying to disrupt the opening of Shaolin Temple?"'

It seemed as if it were what people said. To hold more boisterous feasts on the feast day of another's house to kill the spirits.

After thinking about it, Jong-seok hurried to Sorimsa Temple, where there was a fierce anger.

Shaolin Temple in Jangno was originally located not far from Shaolin Temple.

A 20-minute walk along the mountain path will get there.

And Jangno's Shaolin Temple was given a separate name.

Second Shaolin Temple. The temple, which uses the same name as Shaolin Temple, is located nearby, so it will be distinguished only if you add something.

The first Shaolin Temple was so big that it was nicknamed the second Shaolin Temple of Jangno.

The Second Shaolin Temple was well constructed to the point that President Jin So-pyeong cared about it.

There was a large temple and a separate shrine, and there was also a building where monks lived.

Of course, only the serfs and the people who work are staying now, but over time, monks will start kicking in there one by one.

Inside the Daeungjeon Hall overlooking the large yard, Jong-seok was talking to the elder.

Jangno shaved his head and was wearing a suit of acceptance. He shaved his head again and became a monk.

"They don't seem to like our Shaolin."

The old man, who knew where they were, smiled quietly and nodded.

"Who would like a spoon in his own bowl?"

"Isn't that exactly what you borrowed from us?"

"That's true, but they don't think so. "I've been raised this much in a place where nothing.

"Nothing. The use of the name Shaolin has helped me a lot."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang-no smiled and began to spin the beads. Jong-seok, who was watching it, said,

"You're a complete winner."

"I just changed my clothes... You were a monk from the beginning."

"Ai! When I was here before, you were only good at drinking and eating meat."

"A big mountain has everything."

"You say mountains are just mountains."

"Do you know how to ask a good question?"

"I've been studying."

Jong-seok, who was laughing and talking to Jang-no, said,

"Have you contacted the Shaolin people who are abroad?"

"He's coming around this evening."

"How do you say you live here?"

"You say no to that. They're saying they'll try it on their own."

"I wish you could be the force of death here..."

There is only one jangno who wants to win this big temple, so it will be a great help if there are people next to him.

"I wish I could, but what would they do because they have their own ideas? I just hope they're doing well."

said Jong-seok, who nodded at the answer of the angry man.

"By the way, looking at the atmosphere in the neighborhood, I don't think people will come to Shaolin tomorrow. Are you all right?"

"I didn't think you'd be excited from the start."

"But wouldn't it be nice to have a house full of people?"

"Tree amytabul"

Jangno also began to spin the rosary, shouting out whether it was a little bit serious.

Jong-seok, who was watching it, thought for a while and said,

"The tin's coming?"

"The head of a country isn't that lazy."

"That's right.

After thinking for a while, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"If there's no one at the party, I'm not excited, so I'm going to get people to come."

"How can I say?"

"They're preparing a lot of things for a non-celebrity competition, so we're going to have to prepare some eye-catching events."

"How?"

"First, make a few calls... And could you prepare some brush and paper?"

"Bush and paper?"

"A few large sheets of paper and small ones are a lot 0|"

"It's not hard, but..."

"Please."

Jong-seok took his cell phone and came out of Daeungjeon Hall. After leaving Daeungjeon Hall, Jongseok started calling several places.

***

The next morning, when the sun had not yet risen, Jong-seok was hanging a scroll on top of the bamboo tree at the entrance of Sungsan Mountain.

천하제일사()

Shaolin Temple Gate

Jong-seok's writing was written on the scroll. And next to it, the road to the second Shaolin Temple was written in detail.

Jong-seok, who hung the scroll, looked at the writing for a moment.

"Ho! The writing is very good."

Jong-seok, who was looking at the scroll, turned his head to the sound of the sound from the side. Next to him stood an old man in a hiking suit.

"You climb the mountain early."

"I came out early because I thought there would be a lot of people at the Sorimsa Temple event.

Then the old man looked at the writing again and said,

"You're the second Shaolin?"

"Yes"

"I see. By the way, who wrote this article? It's very good that your handwriting is magnificent and full of course.

"I wrote it."

"You have great handwriting. It's a great skill."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the old man's words, took another scroll out of the bag he was carrying on his back and walked a new one.

"Ho! You're a beautiful woman."

On the scroll that Jong-seok took out, a beautiful woman was looking down at the temple with a sword.

And the temple said Second Shaolin Temple.

"Lee Sumi?"

"You don't know the heroine of the drama "Yeon Wang Yeon-ga?"

"I don't watch TV very much, so... So this beauty is Miss Lee Soo-mi?"

"Yes"

"Do you look so much like this beautiful woman?"

When the old man looked at the painting with surprised eyes, Jong-seok showed a picture of Lee Soo-mi on his phone.

"Ah..."

I was a little disappointed in the old man's face when I saw the picture. Although she resembles the woman in the picture, the beauty of the beautiful woman is more beautiful.

Jong-seok smiled at him and said,

"It's just a painting."

"No, she's beautiful."

"But it's easy to say hot. Why are you so talkative when you're a grandson?"

The old man shook his head at Jong-seok's horse.

"Age is important, but if you have this kind of handwriting, what does age matter? He deserves to be taught with respect."

said the old man, smiling and watching the scroll again.

"I'd like to look for lessons from time to time. Is that okay with you?"

"That's because I'm Korean. Today, I'm in China to help with the death penalty."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"But our death penalty is also very good, so please look for it often."

"Ah! Is that so?"

"Yes"

With a smile, he climbed the mountain holding a bamboo bundle that Jong-seok had placed on the floor, and the old man followed him.

"It looks heavy. Shall we hold it together?"

"It's lighter than I thought."

A stone that was about 30 meters warm hit the ground with bamboo and walked with the scroll that was hanging on its back.

The story was about the glory of Shaolin Temple with a thousand years of history, once again leading to Shaolin.

"Oh... this handwriting is so soft that it's finite."

It felt completely different from the handwriting I first saw, and when the old man was impressed, Jong-seok nodded.

"I wrote in different handwriting to give people curiosity."

"Then did you write this, too?"

"Yes"

"That's great. Writing can be a little different depending on the handwriting, but... Oh, my God. It doesn't look like someone else wrote it."

Listening to the admiration of the old man, Jongseok put another bamboo in it and walked the scroll again.

Beauty was also painted on the scroll. Dressed in red military uniform, a well-rounded figure stood looking up at the sky.

Jong-seok, who walked the scroll, climbed the mountain and began to hang paintings of famous calligraphers and the main characters of Yeonwangyeon so that people could come to the second Shaolin Temple.

The reason why Jong-seok hung his famous scrolls and celebrity paintings was to attract people.

Chinese people use Chinese characters, so if you look at masterpieces, you can be curious like an old man.

I also drew a beautiful woman and a nobleman and walked there. Through Lee Soo-mi, I asked the main characters of Yeonwangyeon, and they even promised to come today.

Yeonwangyeon's martial arts team also offered to help, so there will be a lot to show people.

Although they were busy, Jongseok gave Jongseok a life-saving gift, and everyone decided to come to the festival in a cool way because of the influence of Im Bingbing.

The old man who was climbing the mountain with Jong-seok suddenly looked back.

"Huh? That's..."

Jong-seok, looking back at the old man's words, frowned. The bamboo planted by the stalagmites was adorned by people who appeared to be monks of Shaolin Temple.

Jong-seok frowned at the sight.

"They're..."

Then he pulled the bamboo that Jong-seok was holding in his hand back and threw it away.

Pah! Phew!

The bamboo thrown by Jong-seok intensified the space and passed through the monks' side.

And...

Phew!

The bamboo stuck through a tree. When the monks were surprised and stiffened, they put down the bamboo trees that Jong-seok was holding and began to walk to them with only one.

"You've been a long time since you've done that.'