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Paul saw the last stone at Jin So-pyeong's horse. I'm asking you what to say.

Jong-seok nodded to him and looked at Jin So-pyeong.

"What do you think?”

"What is it?"

"Learning martial arts in the U.S. Army."

Jin So-pyeong laughed at Jong-seok's question.

"Asking questions is a good way of speaking, but that's what you have to do to someone like me, if you do it to someone like me...….”

When Jin So-pyeong laughed in his place, Jong-seok nodded as if he knew.

In other words, he said, "I'm going to go behind in a simple way."

"Well, no master would be fooled by this way of speaking.’

Jong-seok, muttered to himself, spoke.

"Paul is American. It doesn't matter if you tell the U.S. military what you know."

"I thought you said before that these brothers had no intention of passing martial arts on to the army...….”

"I've learned the same sound, but I'm Paul. We have different personalities, different races, different nationalities."

"You don't care what martial arts you deliver to anyone."

"It's a democratic society."

Jin So-pyeong said to Jong-seok.

"Then don't you mind hurting people with Sorim's martial arts?”

"It would be a lie if I said my nerves weren't working. But..."

Jong-seok shook his head while he was talking.

"No matter how you say it, it sounds like an excuse."

"Excuse?"

"I'll just put Paul aside and tell him what I think. As I said before, I have no intention of passing on the martial arts I know to the military. The reason is that as I said before, martial arts is a non-human history, so I think about it, not a group. But Paul is not me. So I don't want to stop Paul from teaching."

Then Jong-seok saw Jin So-pyeong.

"I can't speak from Paul's point of view because he and I are in different positions."

Jin So-pyeong looked at Paul at Jong-seok's horse.

"Then it won't stop Paul from delivering Shaolin martial arts to China.”

The question was, "If we can teach martial arts to the U.S. military, we can also deliver martial arts to China."

Jong-seok shook his head as he looked at Jin So-pyeong's words.

"Martial arts is a great thing. But it's not that great to use in the military. Guns are better than martial arts and swords are better than fists when trying to hurt people. You don't have to learn the hard-to-learn Shaolin martial arts in the military. The military is a place where you put more emphasis on group power than on individuals."

Then Jong-seok, who stopped talking for a while, continued to talk while looking at Jin So-pyeong.

"I think martial arts is for my health and for my protection, but I don't think it's for others. If you're going to learn to hurt others, it's better to learn guns or swords."

"Hmm... ..that makes sense, too.”

Jong-seok was right in some ways. To harm others, you don't have to learn martial arts that are difficult and time-consuming to learn.

You just have to buy a knife and stick it in.

Jong-seok said when Jin So-pyeong was lost in thought.

"And..."

Jong-seok read a true review.

"Just because you learn martial arts from Paul doesn't mean you're a master."

"What if I learn from this brother?”

"Even if you learn from me, it's the same. Martial arts are to be strong as it takes time. You can't be strong in a short time."

Jin So-pyeong nodded at Jong-seok's words. Jong-seok said to the figure.

"Then can Paul and I go to Hanam if nothing special?"

"Are you going to the Second Shaolin Temple?"

"I did it today, so I don't need another treatment tomorrow. So I'll go straight to Korea from Hanam and Paul will be back in Beijing tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Jin So-pyeong saw Jo-in at Jong-seok's horse. Joy nodded at him.

If Jong-seok says so, so is it. Jin So-pyeong said to him.

"You don't want to stay for a long time, so I'll give you a helicopter and take it."

"Then I won't decline."

It would be faster to go by helicopter than to buy a plane ticket and wait until flight time.

When Jong-seok rose up, Paul faltered and followed him up.

When Jong-seok and Paul went out, Jin So-pyeong looked at Jo-in.

"Dr. Cho, please go and rest, too."

At Jin So-pyeong's words, Jo-in bowed his head and went outside. Jin So-pyeong, who had been there for a while, opened his mouth.

"King Bridge."

A small murmur of Jin So-pyeong opened the door and a middle-aged man in a military uniform came in.

Daekyo was a rank similar to that of a colonel in Korea. The rank immediately below the general was a bridge.

As Wang stood next to him, Jin So-pyeong opened his mouth.

"What do you think?"

Asked by Jin So-pyeong, said Wang.

"Although it takes Shaolin martial arts to enter the U.S. military, it's not going to get stronger right now."

As if to have heard all the conversations inside, Wang's words were outspoken.

"In ten years?"

"It may be a problem in ten years, but war is not dependent on a few soldiers. If I were you, I would spend a year raising a thousand skilled soldiers rather than ten years to train a hundred Super Soldier."

Jin So-pyeong nodded at the words of the archbishop.

"But we have to be prepared, too.

"I know."

"Are you well prepared?"

"We're currently trying to convince five."

"Five..."

"What level?"

"We have confirmed that the sword is unfolded, and one of them is breaking rocks with tension."

Jin So-pyeong nodded at the words of the archbishop.

"Try to persuade him well."

"Okay."

As Wang bowed out, Jin So-pyeong looked where Jong-seok was sitting.

"If there is one, there can be two or three."

If a man like Chung had been hiding, he wouldn't be the only silver master.

That's why we found more. The cilantro that can move according to the taste of China.

A small murmur of Qin So-pyeong saw the Chinese evangelism hanging on the wall.

"The martial arts of Zhonghua are not only in Shaolin."

A small murmur of Qin So-pyeong laid himself deep on the sofa. When I got acupuncture and took out the tableware, my whole body felt refreshed and I felt drowsy.

***

Jongseok, who came by helicopter, was able to get off comfortably near Sungsan Mountain. Then Jong-seok and Paul arrived at Soongsan in a car that was waiting to meet them at the helipad.

Originally, he could drive up Soongsan Mountain, but Jong-seok chose to walk up the mountain with Paul.

Slowly climbing the mountain, Jong-seok watched the mountain and talked with Paul about this and that.

Jong-seok's eyes as he was climbing the mountain, talking with each other, could see the eyes of the person who saw him from one side.

When Jong-seok turned his head, he saw some monks looking at him.

"Long time no see."

When Jong-seok waved his hand gladly, the monks looked at him with stiff eyes and turned up and went away.

"They must still have a lot of things piled up."

"I see."

Jong-seok nodded at Paul's words and moved to the Second Shaolin Temple.

Upon arriving at the second Shaolin Temple, Jongseok was also seen by other monks, along with Jeongmyeong, who was cleaning.

"The death penalty."

When Jong-seok approached, Jeong-myeong smiled and joined him.

Jongseok joined hands and saw monks cleaning.

"My students have improved a lot."

Jeong-myeong smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's question.

"Now it's time for the temple to go back without using anyone else."

"So you sent back all the people you worked for?”

"Right."

"But I think he's a little younger."

The monks who cleaned looked about the age of high school students.

"I'm still young, but...... these kids will grow up and lead Shaolin."

Then Jung-myung looked at Paul.

"How's the treatment of the tin going?"

"We're treating it with all our heart."

Paul's words were greeted with a nod of affection.

"I can't say that the Communist Party is a good relationship with us, but......you'll have to do your best to deal with people's lives."

"I will."

Jong-seok said when Jeong-myeong nodded at Paul's words.

"I taught Paul his major in medicine."

"Was the priest aware of his major in the medical school?”

Jong-seok nodded at the question of Jeong-myeong.

"I've been treating people with internal organs, so I've transferred them because I think they might suffer internal damage."

"When you make your major in Uido, you form a platform on the Danjeon and drive constantly....it's good for recovery and growth."

"So I transferred it. If you'd like to learn, can I tell you how old you are?"

Jeong-myeong nodded at Jong-seok's question.

"It will be the duty of the chief to know any more of Shaolin's exploits, so let me know."

"Isn't it going to be cooked?”

"As I told the priest before, Sorim's ablation takes a long time to learn one thing and do Daesung. Learning new martial arts at my age is only a poison to me.”

"Okay."

Jeong-myeong nodded and opened his mouth.

"Come out, all your disciples."

Though he spoke in a small whisper, the voice of Jeong Myeong gently spread within Shaolin Temple.

'Certainly the history of the death penalty is great.'

Although Jong-seok himself achieved the status through experience books, Jeong-myeong achieved the status of his career through pure training.

So it's great.

When Jongseok was impressed, monks began to come out one by one from Shaolin Temple.

The number of monks lined up in front of them was about 40. Some of them were formal monks who shaved their heads, and some of them did not shave their heads.

When the monks came out, Jeongmyeong opened his mouth.

"Some of you may know, but this young man here is my priest and Lee Jong-seok, who is a 400 trillion won man for you. And Paul here is four hundred to you."

"I'm meeting Lee Jong-seok, the 4th century."

"I'm meeting with Paul."

Jeong-myeong saw Paul as his disciples bowed their heads in unison.

"Watch the children's training."

When Paul lowered his head and Chung Myung turned to Daeungjeon Hall, Jong-seok said.

"Let's talk around the outskirts of Shaolin."

Jeong-myeong nodded at Jong-seok's words and slowly began to walk loudly in the precincts of Shaolin Temple with him.

"How's Shaolin's life?"

"The state provides 50,000 yuan a month.”

50,000 yuan...Is it a little over 8 million won?’

"How's your life with quite a few people?"

"How much would Seung-ryeo eat? I can't say it's rich, but it's worth it. Besides, I don't need enough food or money to buy these days."

It's money that will be spent abundantly if you spend it only for eating. But there is money in addition to food in the operation of the temple.

Therefore, it is not a good amount to spend.

"If we get more people than we do now, we'll be short.”

"You can't always live in plenty."

Jong-seok looked at Jeong-myeong and said,

"Tell me if you need any help."

"The priest must be rich.”

"Do you have a lot of money to help? I'm trying to help because I have a heart."

"That's true, too.”

Jeong-myeong, who was smiling and talking, suddenly saw Jong-seok.

"And what are you throwing at me like that?"

I saw a small stone with a stalactite in my hand at the horse of Jeong-myeong.

"I have eyes to see."

"Eyes to see?"

When Jeong-myeong tilted his head in wonder, Jong-seok waved his hand towards somewhere.

Then Jong-seok put a stone between his fingers and bounced.

Fa'at!

I banged my finger, and a little rupture came in a moment later.

"I felt this when I came here before, but there's a lot of CCTVs around me."

Jeong-myeong laughed at Jong-seok's words.

"That's why you were breaking it?"

"I don't want anyone to peek.m. By the way, did you know that there are CCTVs around?”

"Sometimes the monks of the First Shaolin hang around. So when I got there, they put on or repaired CCTVs.”

"Then why did you let it go?”

"There's nothing to hide, so there's nothing to hide."

"But the first Shaolin will see the whole training process."

"It's not so low as to learn by sight."

Jong-seok smiled and bounced his finger while looking at Jeong-myeong's words.

Pah! Pah!

Jong-seok said, listening to CCTV breaking down with a rock that was bouncing back and forth.

"But I don't want anyone watching us."

"Do as you please."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Jeong-myeong's words, walked and began to smash CCTVs one by one.

Ten thousand won, the head of the Shaolin Temple security, was looking at the monitor with a stiff face.

"CCTV No. 5 at Shaolin Temple was damaged."

"CCTV 2nd Shaolin 8 is damaged."

Ten thousand won frowned as monitors reflecting the Second Shaolin Temple were turned off one by one.

On one side of the screen, I could see a stalactite waving to the monitor.

Fa'at!

And at the same time, 10,000 won bit the lips on the screen.

"That bastard, I knew how much that was for one...….”