I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 248



[Episode 248] The appearance of a divine dragon

The root of Shaolin lies in steadfastness.

According to the Buddhist law it is a sincere effort to reach nirvana without being swayed by any delusion so one does not make a fuss about happy things and does not easily get angry. Also as he stays away from women throughout his life and stays away from worldly pleasures his joys and sorrows are nothing more than illusions and he becomes the world of Saba itself this deceptive world called color.

Thus it is a Buddhist teaching that there is no reality of delusion of color space space and color and only after emptying the mind can color (the world) come into one’s mind.

So the martial arts school of Shaolin is Taesan.

The heaviest mountain in the world which firmly maintains its position with a firm mind that is unwavering in anything and an indomitable body.

Thus the greatest monk in the world Muhak Daesa just solemnly maintained his position.

Even when Miukhan’s disciple showed himself to be arrogant he calmed himself down by quietly muttering the Buddha’s teachings.

What can we do with the youthful spirit that is setting foot in the world for the first time? Would you listen to an immature child who is still young and admonished? If I do that I will wake up on my own later and realize my shame.

Then when the disciple who was becoming more and more irritable went on a rampage and started spraying Kang-gang Master Muhak’s expression gradually hardened.

Of course as Seomun Surin’s disciple has already shown it is not life-threatening.

In fact Wolbong were also strong herbivores who stretched out because they had confidence in the Qing’s tenacity.

But even if you win what on earth is left?

If you hit it right even if there is no problem with your life you are likely to lie down and recuperate for several months. Even though his student didn’t hesitate to aim at his face if his nose collapsed or his chin was broken he would be holding a grudge for the rest of his life.

Still I held on to the Muhak line.

It is said that he never felt proper resentment because he only trained in the mountains and had no opponents among his peers.

But this time I couldn’t bear it.

Master Muhak’s eyes widened he jumped up from his seat walked quickly held on to the railing leaned his upper body and craned his neck.

Shaolin monks with golden robes from the Shaolin Temple lined up on either side of the Great Muhak in the same shape.

Ambassador Muhak muttered as if possessed.

“The solemn sound of heaven spreading throughout the entire dharma world. “No matter how big the giant under Brahma is he is on the palm of the Buddha…”

It was a record of the lost peak season of Shaolin.

When Muhak saw this he thought it was just a Zen question and answer that would write down the characteristics of martial arts and catch a stray cloud because it was prose. However once I encountered it it was so accurate that there was no clearer explanation than this.

Beom refers to all the heavenly universe of the three thousand great heavenly worlds and the sound of the temple bell is the law of enlightenment that resonates throughout the entire world at once.

Therefore no matter how great a person is in the end he is only one of many reincarnations so should we compare him to the greatness of Buddha who transcends the world?

The palms of such a Tathagata are like the solemn will of heaven. It is proper and natural for the will of heaven to be heard through the sound of temple bells.

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“How! “Isn’t this the Tathagata Godhead!”

At the monk’s shout everyone in the special class was busy talking to each other.

“Brahma Tathagata Port Demon God! That’s it…!”

“How can the seasons of Shaolin be for that child…”

However no matter what the people who were most embarrassed and embarrassed were the monks of Shaolin Temple who were responsible for it.

The absurdity of this is that the genealogy that was said to have disappeared due to an ancestor’s mistake was now shining brightly in someone else’s hand.

Wolbong took one step two steps three steps… Finally after taking five steps back he was able to relieve the blue energy that shook his meridians.

On the other hand Cheong just stood there with his palms outstretched.

It was a conflicting reaction that made everyone who watched realize the outcome of the clash.

Wolbong learned the seventy-two rites of Shaolin and at the same time received all kinds of spiritual techniques so it can be said that he is the equivalent of a walking Janggyeonggak (Shaolin Temple bookstore).

However because the learning was not broad and deep each achievement was not high and the unrivaled new skill called Hundred Treasures Divine Power was not yet fully developed.

However although it was a trick of Cheong to eat raw food he knew how to use all herbal food correctly as a twelve star and this is the result.

Wolbong closed his eyes and took an infinitely long breath.

Cheong watched the scene.

If I were the law of the double number method I would just explode. Because it’s a striker it holds up again.

Still it was clear that he was in great shock so he waited for him to recover.

This was because fighting was not a matter of life or death.

Wolbong finally let out a breath as long as he had taken it in.

The body is shaken by the magnificent tension of the Buddha the spiral organs become sore and there is no pain in any joint. However my mind was clear and it felt like I had been refreshed.

“Amitabha Buddha. The monk showed disgrace. “The donor.”

Wolbong stopped speaking.

It was the sad fate of a man who came face to face with the destructive face of Cheong where the cotton thread had disappeared.

What is the temptation of Mara Mara…!

It was Wolbong who had never been outside the mountain gate since he ascended to Shaolin at the age of five and he had never even seen let alone touched a woman in twenty and two years.

Even so I couldn’t go out until I won the secret martial arts club due to my teacher’s order to be self-respecting.

I was concerned that Cheong was a woman but when her face was covered no attention was paid to her so I just treated her as a warrior with different body lines.

But now?

When Wolbong who had no immunity to women at all suddenly saw an invincibly beautiful woman his heart pounded his true heart trembled his energy soared and he was embarrassed and embarrassed making it difficult for him to even stand properly.

Cheong thought for a moment. what? Is this a ploy to make you angry? How to make people angry?

However since the decision had not yet been made Cheong went straight ahead trampling on the non-stage floor.

Cheong’s fist stretched out. And Pak Wolbong hits him on the side and he takes a step back. Cheong’s fist continues to extend and boom! Sigh. Perfect!

Where did the momentum up to now go and Wolbong was busy blocking and parrying and retreating.

Instead of fighting back his standing posture is unstable as he hesitates. On the other hand because their gaze is not aligned they look far above or below and even when the focus is closer they never make eye contact such as between the eyebrows or the tip of the nose.

The corners of Cheong’s eyes rose to the sky.

Is this kid a joke until the end?

Cheong’s hands also rose high into the sky.

Sigh!!!

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A very sharp sound rang out.

It was the sound of a fully bloomed palm hitting Wolbong’s bald head.

In a moment the statue would have the handprint of Cheong rather than the hand of Buddha engraved on its bald head.

Wolbong covered the indistinguishable spot on my forehead and head and took a step back.

Cheong raised his voice at him.

“Monk. What are you doing now? “Why aren’t you dealing with me properly?”

“That thing. Umm Hinayana I will abstain from Hinayana.”

The unarmed area which had been noisy for a while became quiet.

“hmm. “If the opponent abstains the winner is-”

“wait a minute.”

Cheong stopped the referee from declaring the winner.

“Monk Wolbong. Could you please tell me exactly? “Did you say you are abstaining now not surrendering or admitting defeat?”

“But Siju. “Isn’t this a situation where we can’t decide whether to win or lose?”

“This is a situation where you can’t decide whether to win or lose? Why? Have you ever run out of strength? “Then shouldn’t you have declared defeat instead of abstaining?”

“That’s not it! “Just what kind of donation?”

“Are you saying I did something?”

Cheong’s voice was sharp.

Then Wolbong shouts out in a voice full of resentment.

“Hex! It’s not a hex! You are the devil who is like the incarnation of Mara or Mara itself! How can this be Amitabha Buddha Amitabha Buddha…”

“…?”

There was a deep furrow between Cheong’s eyebrows.

“Hex magic. “What did I do that you say such outrageous things?”

“How can it be fair in these circumstances! It is not a sorcery as it tempts you with its outstanding appearance and white color! Besides how could a Hinayana attack a delicate woman!?”

The audience was left speechless as a group.

The sound of a Shaolin monk who was pouring out a powerful attack as if he was going to destroy the non-stage was so strange that it was very strange.

“What you are saying is very strange. “When the girl is just covering her face to focus on dancing you attack her with a method that is close to killing her as if she were dealing with an enemy and now you can’t come and attack her?”

“There is no difference between then and now! What man could attack a peerless beauty like Siju? “How can you call it a fair meeting when an ordinary man wouldn’t even make eye contact with you!”

Because the non-stage was so wide even if the cotton thread of the blue cloth was removed ordinary people would not be able to immediately recognize the beauty of the cloth.

I thought it would just be a bad look or a scar but surprisingly even from a distance the skin is transparent and the head is small but the facial features are clear.

I couldn’t see it up close but I thought she looked like a beauty.

But when I heard that Wolbong was a peerless beauty my curiosity suddenly exploded.

A Shaolin monk who admires women like a rock is so beautiful that he cannot bear to touch her and is about to give up his martial arts.

“What you say is truly cruel. “So you didn’t hesitate to attack a woman with an ugly appearance and hit her in the chest and face? But are you saying that because she has such an outstanding appearance she suddenly turns into a delicate beauty that you can’t even touch?”

“That’s…”

Ambassador Muhak couldn’t bear to watch any longer so he covered his face.

Because Cheong asked him this Wolbong ended up saying that an ugly bitch can be beaten but a beautiful woman should not be beaten.

Even if you were a man of the world it was something that a Buddhist disciple should never say much less something that should be said confidently. Even if it looks like it it is nothing more than a body used when staying in the Saba world.

Seomun Surin gave a very sharp rebuke to my student for saying something well! And I praised him in my heart.

Isn’t it true that people in this world are like that hitting pushing cursing and treating a woman who is ugly or wealthy but be so kind to a beautiful woman as if they would remove her liver and gallbladder?

The audience who were watching strongly sympathized with Wolbong’s opinion. Because I thought I could beat the ugly bitch.

But apart from that it is frankly ugly that they have beaten so hard until now and now they are using witchcraft. It was very ugly.

Meanwhile in the unarmed area there was a section that was the only one who kept quiet and kept quiet while everyone was jokingly calling out the sword girl.

It was not because a miraculous coincidence brought together exceptionally decent and enlightened people.

It was because of a group that was fiddling with their weapons and was furious at the mere mention of two words and was recklessly revealing their intention to kill them if they said one more word.

The ronins nodded happily.

Preface Sojeo’s beauty is said to be the best in the world so it is natural that even the Shaolin monks cannot maintain an unmoving mind.

As the stage became increasingly quiet the referee in charge of refereeing finally stepped forward.

“Haaa. Hello Wolbong. How much energy is left in the Danjeon? Since I used the strong qigong so much it would have almost been used up. “Is there more work left to do?”

“that. …no.”

“What about Seomun Soje?”

“I haven’t even emptied half of it yet.”

“Do you still have that much energy left?”

“hmm. “Would you like to check my pulse?”

Cheong held out his wrist politely.

The referee shook his head at that. I wonder if there is any other evidence as clear as telling me to check it out.

“Even if the game progressed normally considering the consumption of bets winning or losing would not be self-evident. Hereby I declare the victory of Seo Wen-cheong the disciple of the female priest!”