YM778.TV Chapter 892
Hong Dae-gwang, who saw that look, was momentarily baffled. Soon he realized one thing and opened his mouth in shock.
In fact, in general, Bongmun does not completely close one’s ears to the outside news. No, to be more precise, it is right that they can’t ignore it.
The sealed door has to be opened again at some point, so how can you completely turn your back and cover your ears? Therefore, it was common to collect outside news while training.
But now all of Mount Hua’s disciples seemed as if they were hearing about the outside world for the first time.
‘These people really are isolated.’
It seemed like he was really stuck in a mountain valley and training to death regardless of whether the outside world was going on or not.
Realizing this, Hong Dae-gwang was newly impressed by the significance of that marten’s actions. If it weren’t for that marten, wouldn’t they have been swinging their sword without even noticing even if Xi’an was destroyed?
And at the same time, he realized how helpless Mount Hua was.
“Anyway, that’s why.”
Hong Dae-gwang scratched his head.
“The Gangnam Unification has ended, and now even the Evil Sects in Gangbuk are crossing the Yangtze River to join Tyrant Alliance.”
Hyun Jong’s expression darkened.
The weight of the word “crossing” made him depressed.
“So, it has come to that.”
It was expected. But it couldn’t be pleasant to confirm that the prediction was right.
“Then, should I say that the Evil Tyrant Alliance has stabilized?”
Hong Dae-gwang scratched his head when asked by Jo-Gol.
“Well, I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
Hong Dae-gwang opened his mouth as he picked up his words with a short groan.
“The situation is a bit more complicated than you might think. Externally, Evil Tyrant Alliance has achieved complete unification. There are no longer any forces in Gangnam that resist the Evil Tyrant Alliance, and even the Evil Tyrant Alliance in Gangbuk have recognized Evil Tyrant Alliance as a force representing Evil Sects in Jungwon and are coming under its control?”
“That’s right.”
“The problem is what comes next.”
“Next?”
As Jo-Gol tilted his head as if he didn’t understand, Chung Myung asked.
“What do you do after a hunt?”
“Kill the dog after hunting? Boil the dog?” (A merchant indeed…)
Chung Myung looked at Jo-Gol with his eyes wide open.
“No… When the hunt is over, you distribute what you hunted. Why would you boil a perfectly good dog? Are you insane? Don’t you feel sorry for it?”
“…….”
Jo-Gol stared blankly at Chung Myung and looked around his Sahyung nearby. Then, heartwarming compliments poured in.
“Evil bastard.”
“Disgusting.”
“Moral failure.”
“…….”
Jo-Gol, who instantly became an irredeemable trash, leaned his head against the wall with a gloomy face. Chung Myung continued, ignoring Jo-Gol, who kept mumbling to himself.
“Now that they’ve grown enough, they’ll want to start dividing the spoils. I don’t know about the others, but the heads of the Five Great Evil Sects are not the ones who will bow under Jang Ilso.”
“Even Beggar Union thinks the same.”
Hong Dae-gwang nodded in agreement with Chung Myung’s words.
“It was too quiet. Strangely quiet. They’re not the kind of people who would be so submissive. No matter if the leader is Jang Ilso, this is too much.”
Then, Baek Cheon asks with a look of incomprehension.
“May I ask a question?”
“However much.”
“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be strange for problems to arise now?”
“Hmm? What does that mean?”
Baek Cheon looked at Hong Dae-gwang and spoke in a clear voice.
“As long as Evil Tyrant Alliance unified Gangnam, the war against Ten Great Sects in Gangbuk will become inevitable.”
“That’s right.”
“But wouldn’t it make things hard to cause internal strife among themselves ahead of a war? Even if there are ulterior motives, wouldn’t it be more logical to deal with the issues after unifying Gangbuk? If they cause internal strife and lose, everything could be lost.”
Hong Dae-gwang nodded his head loudly as if he was saying the right thing.
“You’re quite knowledgeable, too.”
“…It was nothing.”
“Your point is valid. It would be logical. That is, if we don’t consider one factor.”
“One factor?”
“Paegun.”
“…….”
Baek Cheon’s face, which recalled Jang Ilso, naturally hardened.
“For the past three years, Paegun has perfectly established his position as the leader of Evil Tyrant Alliance. If you look at it closely, it is no exaggeration to say that the forces that are now flocking under the control of Evil Tyrant Alliance are also subservient to Jang Ilso.”
“Are you saying that he has become strong enough to subdue other Five Great Evil Sects?”
“Then there can be no infighting. But think about it. But think about it. If a great war, deciding the fate of Gangbuk and Gangnam, breaks out and Jang Ilso, as the leader of Evil Tyrant Alliance, leads that war to victory?”
“Oh….”
Baek Cheon nods as if he understands what he means.
Indeed, if that happened, it would be really difficult to challenge Jang Ilso’s authority ever again.
“I understand. So if there’s going to be trouble, it would rather be…”
“Right. Now’s the time.”
Hong Dae-gwang muttered with a stern face.
“The calm before the storm – that’s what this is. It wouldn’t be strange if war broke out tomorrow, or if it erupted anywhere.”
Hyun Jong, who had been listening quietly, groaned lowly and asked.
“What about Ten Great Sects? They must be aware of this situation too.”
“Of course, the leaders of the Ten Great Sects know about this. But right now, they are too preoccupied with managing their own chaos. Particularly Henan, just filling the void left by the absence of Wudang and Namgung is…”
“Henan?”
“…….”
Hong Dae-gwang closed his mouth and turned his head slowly.
A voice that sounded all too familiar was filled with ominous tones. Sure enough, Chung Myung was staring at him with his eyes wide open.
“Where?”
“…Did I say something wrong?”
“No. Where did you say just now?”
“Henan, I said.”
“Oh, Henan?”
Chung Myung smiles brightly.
“So, Shaolin is in Henan?”
“Sha- shaolin is in Henan, of course. Since Mount Song is in Henan…”
“Not by the Yangzte River?”
“…….”
Hong Dae-gwang shut up.
In truth, guarding the mouth of the Yangtze River, where Evil Tyrant Alliance could push through at any time, should be the role of the Ten Great Sects. In the first place, the Yangtze River Disaster and the Gangnam Non-Aggression Pact itself happened as a result of Wudang’s nonsense.
However, now the Ten Great Sect has pulled out of the Yangtze River due to lack of resources, and the Tang Family has been struggling to manage the Yangtze.
However, when Chung Myung was stabbed in that part, Hong Dae-gwang, who belongs to the said Ten Great Sect, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
“That’s… Yes. They’re in Henan right now…….”
Hong Dae-gwang, who was trying to avoid this situation somehow, clearly saw Chung Myung’s neck bent to the side.
“They’re in Henan.”
“…Yes. Th- that’s right. They’re in…”
“And they just sat there sucking their thumbs while the Sapa bastards came breaking in?”
“…….”
Hong Dae-gwang shut his mouth.
It felt like a running cart suddenly turned sideways and hit him head-on.
“So, they weren’t in the distant Yangtze River but in the neighborhood, yet they’re busy chanting their prayers without a care whether the Evil Sects bastards burned Shaanxi down or turned it upside down and plowed it for farming?”
“That… Since Shaolin doesn’t have the strength to spare…”
“And the beggars playing around in Hubei are all too busy begging?”
“….”
“Ha….”
“Haha….”
“Hahaha.”
Chung Myung laughed brightly. But it wasn’t really a laugh. Blue veins were visibly throbbing on Chung Myung’s forehead.
“Have these fake monks gone crazy?”
Chung Myung sprang up from his seat.
Then, Five Swords, who were feeling something unusual, flew out like lightning and grabbed him.
“Where, where are you going!”
“Where am I going? I’m going to Shaolin!”
“What are you going to do in Shaolin?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know? Those crazy fake monk bastards! No matter how much it is! How can they play tricks with people’s lives? If Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva saw this, she would crush their heads on the spot with the lotus flower he was holding! Since Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva cannot do it herself, I should do it for them!”
“N- No, it’s Shaolin’s Bangjang, isn’t that a bit too much…”
“What Bangjang? Was the Shaolin Bangjang born with an iron helmet on his head? If you hit it, it’s all gonna break, it’s gonna break!”
“Hey, you bastard! Calm down!”
It was when Baek Cheon was holding Chung Myung.
“This… enemy of humans and heaven!”
A voice filled with rage echoed, causing Five Swords’s head to slowly turn. There was a person trembling with anger.
Of course, it was a situation that rightfully demanded anger. According to Hong Dae-gwang’s explanation, it is clear that Shaolin pretended not to know the situation in Shaanxi.
No matter how lacking in strength, Gal Cheonrip could not have arrived at Shaanxi if Shaolin had moved.
So, this was a situation that warranted anger, and even swearing wouldn’t be out of place.
If only the head of the person spouting the curse words from his mouth wasn’t dazzlingly shining.
“You’re saying that Shaolin didn’t send support to Shaanxi? What kind of crazy did that!”
“…M- Monk…? What do you mean by crazy? We’re talking about Bangjang.”
And you belong to Shaolin.
Maybe wearing Mount Hua’s uniform for too long caused some confusion and misunderstanding…
But Hye Yeon’s face was brimming with anger. A face that seldom held anger was now contorted horribly.
“How can a temple that is supposed to save all living beings ignore the suffering people? This is a grave mistake! I must speak to Bangjang right away…”
“Aaargh, this bastard!”
At that moment, Chung Myung suddenly shook off the Five Swords and rushed at Hye Yeon, delivering a kick.
Chung Myung kicked Hye Yeon like a ball against the wall and then furiously kicked him repeatedly.
“This bastard is secretly pretending that he doesn’t have any responsibility? Hey, you bastard! Aren’t you from Shaolin?”
“Argh! Argh! Siju! I haven’t even stepped foot in Shaolin for several years… Ow!”
Hye Yeon defends himself desperately, but Chung Myung is not one who can communicate with in the first place.
“Once a Shaolin, forever a Shaolin, you bastard! And didn’t you badmouth us in the past, calling us ostentatious at the Murim Competition?? You bastard! Say that again! What? Ostentatious??”
“Argh! That happened so long ago! Ugh!”
Everyone trembled as they saw Chung Myung beating Hye Yeon excitedly.
‘That damn bastard.’.
‘He still remembers that?’
‘Persistent.’
“Anyway, these damn fake monk bastards!”
Even after venting his anger on Hye Yeon and fuming for quite a while, Chung Myung, rolling up his sleeves, began to approach Hong Dae-gwang.
Hong Dae-gwang’s face turned blue.
‘Am I going to get hit too?’
If he could beat up someone who had been away from Shaolin for years just for being affiliated with Shaolin, there was no reason not to beat him, a current member of Beggar Union.
But fortunately, Chung Myung sat down in front of Hong Dae-gwang as if he had any intention of beating him.
“They’re doing all kinds of shit.”
The sound of teeth grinding rang clearly.
The Evil Tyrant Alliance is running wild, and the Ten Great Sect bastards are rolling their eyes.
“I never had any expectations in the first place. Stupid idiots.”
Hong Dae-gwang flinched as Chung Myung’s blade-like gaze turned to him.
“So where is the Tang Family now?”
“The, the Tang Family is currently guarding the Yangtze River…”
“…Yangtze?”
“…….”
Chung Myung smirked as Hong Dae-gwang smacked his lips as if he had nothing to say.
“What a mess. A complete mess.”
Just as Chung Myun’s temper seemed to flare up again, Hyun Jong opened his mouth.
“First of all.”
“…….”
When Hyun Jong opened his mouth, Chung Myung swallowed his curses and calmed down, taking deep breaths.
“I would like to meet Tang Gaju. And we should also inform the Outer Clan of Heavenly Comrade Alliance that Mount Hua lifted its Bongmun and came out.”
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
Hyun Jong sighed softly and said,
“The situation is not easy, but on the other hand, we knew this would happen, which is why we have been training hard for a long time.”
“That’s right.”
“One step at a time, let’s set things right. Now Mount Hua has the strength to do so.”
“Tsk.”
Chung Myung nodded his head as if he understood, with a slightly anxious look on his face. Hyun Jong smiled brightly.
Now, it was time to set all the wrongs right.