My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 90

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90.

The old man’s brow furrowed deeply.

“Thirty years… ago? Don’t tell me you’re martial artists who achieved rejuvenation?

No, how did you guess that so accurately!

The silence that came like a knife cut lasted quite long.

Seol Mujin hoped the old man would say, ‘That can’t be right. Rejuvenation technique? What was I thinking. Hehehe!’

But the old man’s words that came after the silence shattered Seol Mujin’s expectations.

“That could be possible. I haven’t aged at all since turning sixty, so how could rejuvenation be impossible?”

That’s why the triplets recognized the old man Bongwon Daesa immediately.

Even back then, at nearly eighty years old, he only looked about sixty, and Bongwon Daesa still maintained the same appearance now.

“What’s important is who you are, and judging by the demonic energy filling your martial arts, you’re certainly not from the orthodox sects.”

Seol Changho spoke.

“It doesn’t matter who we are. This fight seems to have started from a misunderstanding, so we can just go our separate ways even now.”

Bongwon Daesa shook his head.

“That won’t do. How could I let evil people who achieved rejuvenation just go like that?”

“My siblings are not evil people.”

Bongwon Daesa asked Seol Mujin who had spoken.

“You must also be a master who achieved rejuvenation, right?”

“What? No, I’m not.”

“Lies. How could someone who looks barely twenty possess such martial arts? It’s absolutely impossible.”

“Thank you for your high evaluation of my martial arts, but rejuvenation is out of the question.”

“If you haven’t achieved rejuvenation, how can those old folks be your siblings? It doesn’t add up.”

Seol Changho spoke.

“Judging a person solely by the martial arts they’ve learned? Did you eat your age through your asshole?”

“For martial artists, the martial arts they’ve learned tells you who they are.”

“If what you say is true, there shouldn’t be a single orthodox sect member doing bad things, but I can name at least ten orthodox sect villains who are worse than any demonic practitioner. Shall I recite them?”

Bongwon Daesa silently looked at the triplets without answering.

Those eyes beneath his graying eyebrows were unreadable.

Then suddenly his aura pressure surged.

It wasn’t just an intangible energy, but enough to make his white long robe flutter and small stones float in the air.

“Now I know who you are. The Demonic Cult’s Samtaesang.”

The triplets were shocked.

They hadn’t expected Bongwon Daesa to figure out their identity at all.

The triplets didn’t bother denying it because of their pride.

It would make them look like they feared Bongwon Daesa.

“How did you know?”

“It was so long ago that it became hazy, but your martial arts were definitely from the Demonic Cult. Plus you recognized me at a glance. The fact that there are three of you was also a clue.”

Bongwon Daesa asked with a puzzled expression.

“But why are your martial arts in such a state?”

Seol Mantong shouted angrily.

“You try being this age! Can you use your strength properly!”

“True, since your frames haven’t matured, you can’t use your strength properly. Has your previous internal energy disappeared too?”

Seol Ryeoseon said.

“It’s enough to kill someone like you.”

The triplets also raised their aura pressure.

Without much thought, Seol Mujin rushed between them.

One of the stones swirling in the energy created by the four people grazed Seol Mujin’s cheek as it passed.

When blood splattered on Seol Mujin’s face, the startled triplets withdrew their aura pressure.

“Brother!”

“Big brother! Are you okay?”

Facial wounds naturally bleed excessively.

Seeing Seol Mujin with one side of his face covered in blood, the triplets stamped their feet anxiously.

“What do we do!”

“Wound medicine and bandages! Hurry!”

The triplets took out wound medicine and bandages from their bundle to treat Seol Mujin’s injury.

Meanwhile, Seol Mantong shouted at Bongwon Daesa.

“You just wait right there!”

“Brother got hurt because of that bastard!”

“You’re dead!”

Seol Mujin soothed the excited triplets who were shouting.

“Kids, I’m fine.”

“What do you mean fine! You’re bleeding so much!”

Seol Ryeoseon flew off somewhere and came back with water in a gourd dipper.

Bongwon Daesa quietly watched the triplets treating Seol Mujin.

They couldn’t possibly not know that Seol Mujin’s wound was just a light scratch, yet they were making such a fuss.

He could see how much the triplets cherished Seol Mujin.

‘Are they really the Demonic Cult’s Samtaesang?’

The Samtaesang that Bongwon Daesa knew were truly cold-blooded.

Then he suddenly thought, ‘What do I actually know about Samtaesang?’

The Samtaesang he briefly met thirty years ago were rude and arrogant.

Since they were the world’s greatest masters belonging to the Demonic Cult, perhaps it was natural for them to act that way.

But that was all.

During the five months Samtaesang stayed in the Central Plains, no martial artists died by their hands.

They seemed to have come looking for something, but eventually returned to the Demonic Cult without achieving their goal.

The martial world, which had expected Samtaesang to cause a bloodbath, breathed a sigh of relief.

They were rude but not cruel, arrogant but didn’t kill anyone with that power.

They had simply concluded vaguely that since they were the Demonic Cult’s Samtaesang, they must be evil.

But watching them treat Seol Mujin, he naturally thought, ‘Are they really evil?’

They looked exactly like young children pitifully flustered.

“Mantong, if you wrap the bandage like that, his nose will be blocked and he’ll have trouble breathing.”

Seol Ryeoseon hit the back of Seol Mantong’s head.

“Stupid! You have to do it properly!”

“The bleeding won’t stop!”

“No, it’s almost stopped now.”

“Give it here! I’ll do it!”

Only after a commotion swept through did Seol Mujin’s treatment end.

Though the bandage was wrapped excessively, it looked reasonably well-treated.

“Ah!”

The triplets turned toward Bongwon Daesa, whom they had forgotten while treating Seol Mujin.

“Monk! You’re dead by our hands today! How dare you wound our big brother’s face?”

“Since you wounded brother’s face, we have to cut off your head!”

“We’ll slice open your belly and use your intestines for jump rope!”

Why did he burst into laughter watching the triplets emanating fierce aura pressure?

“Are you laughing? That’s mockery, right?”

“Now there’s one more reason you should die.”

Instead of raising his martial power, Bongwon Daesa crossed his arms and fell into thought.

“Bastard! Come at us!”

Instead of looking at the shouting Seol Mantong, Bongwon Daesa looked at Seol Mujin.

“It seems like it would take quite a while to tell your story.”

“One night might not be enough.”

“Then let’s find an inn somewhere. I’m curious how you came to be connected with those old folks.”

As Bongwon Daesa turned around after saying that, the Triplets shouted, ‘Hey bastard! Where are you running off to!’

Seol Mujin covered the Triplets’ mouths and chased after Bongwon Daesa.

If things went well, it seemed they could get through this without fighting.

If the opponent was a villain who absolutely had to die, he could gladly risk his life.

But from what he could see, Bongwon Daesa was far from being an evil person.

Seol Mujin asked the Triplets, whose faces were full of dissatisfaction.

“Who is that person?”

Seol Changho answered.

“The former Shaolin abbot. He was the leader of those stuffy monks who read boring scriptures and acted all high and mighty by themselves!”

He said the latter part loudly so Bongwon Daesa would hear.

Then Bongwon Daesa said without even looking back.

“That’s much better than the Demonic Sect that commits all kinds of evil deeds and bathes in people’s blood.”

“Yeah, go ahead and curse the Demonic Sect all you want. We’re not part of the Demonic Sect anymore anyway. Geez, it doesn’t even bother me when you call Mingjiao the Demonic Sect.”

Bongwon Daesa turned around with a ‘Huh?’ expression on his face.

“You really left the Demonic Sect? Samtaesang, who were like the soul of the Demonic Sect?”

“That bastard Cult Leader destroyed that soul… Ugh… thinking about the Cult Leader makes me blow my top again.”

“The reason we were forced to use the Rejuvenation Technique was all because of the Cult Leader.”

Seol Ryeoseon said to Seol Changho.

“Why are you babbling about such things to this monk?”

“Just as you left the Demonic Sect, I too left Shaolin. So I’m no longer a monk. Look at my abundant hair. Hehe!”

Seol Mantong nodded his head.

“True, if you were still a Shaolin monk, you wouldn’t have killed those bandits like that. Oh right! Come to think of it, weren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Seol Ryeoseon chimed in as well.

“That’s right! I heard you died over twenty years ago.”

A bitter smile crossed Bongwon Daesa’s lips.

“My death was the way to preserve Shaolin’s honor.”

“Why would you, who was called the Living Buddha?”

Worried that Bongwon Daesa might be uncomfortable, Seol Mujin stepped in.

“Everyone has things that are hard to talk about. So let’s not ask any more.”

Seol Mantong said.

“Tch! You probably just broke the precept against killing anyway.”

Bongwon Daesa was startled.

“How do you know that?”

“What else besides the precepts against killing and lust would make monks leave the temple or suffer enough to die? Seriously, it’s pathetic. I get the killing part, but why do they tell you to stay away from women? Didn’t Buddha get married too? He got to enjoy all the good stuff himself…”

Seol Mujin hurriedly covered Seol Mantong’s mouth.

“Th-there must be circumstances for everything.”

“I killed twenty-two people.”

Bongwon Daesa’s voice was calm as he opened the door to his past.

“I killed them even though I could have just subdued them.”

Seol Mantong said.

“Those who deserve to die should naturally be killed.”

He added, ‘Of course, I’m not defending you or anything.’

Having come down from the mountain, they settled in the restaurant of the first village they encountered.

This was because rumbling sounds could be heard coming from the Triplets’ stomachs in turns.

While ordering food, Seol Mujin asked Bongwon Daesa.

“What would you like to eat, Master?”

“The Dongpo Pork was delicious.”

“Huh? Dongpo Pork is pork though…”

Bongwon Daesa looked at him with a ‘So what?’ expression.

Seol Ryeoseon said.

“This guy isn’t a monk anymore.”

Seol Mujin added Dongpo Pork to their food order.

While waiting for the food to come out, Bongwon Daesa asked Seol Mujin.

“Now will you tell me your story?”

Seol Mujin asked the Triplets.

“Is it okay to tell him?”

Seol Changho shrugged his shoulders.

“He already knows our identity anyway.”

Seol Ryeoseon also said, ‘There’s nothing to hide from that monk.’

Despite all their monk this and monk that, the Triplets’ evaluation of Bongwon Daesa was different from other martial artists.

Bongwon Daesa was the only martial artist in Murim that the Triplets acknowledged for his martial arts.

Of course, he was inferior to them, but he was still the only martial artist who could compete with them.

Moreover, the name Living Buddha wasn’t given for nothing.

In the Central Plains where hypocrites were more common than gentlemen, Bongwon Daesa was a true great master.

And Bongwon Daesa was the only person from the same era as the Triplets who was still alive.

“I suppose I should start by revealing who I am first. I’m Seol Mujin, working as a Podoo in Jinan.”

While eating the food brought by Jeom Soi, Bongwon Daesa asked.

“Shall I hear how you came to be connected with those kids?”

The Triplets bristled, saying ‘Kids?!’

“You are kids. Hehe…”

Bongwon Daesa, who let out a laugh, seemed to be in a good mood.

Seol Mujin began telling the story from the point when he met the Triplets.

Bongwon Daesa didn’t stop his chopsticks even while listening to the story.

Occasionally he would add interjections(?) like ‘Oh! The meat is delicious too!’

Each time, the Triplets would scold him, saying ‘They say when monks know the taste of meat, the bedbugs in temples dry up.’

“Brother, don’t just talk, eat. What’s so important about that monk knowing things?”

The Triplets competed to put food in Seol Mujin’s mouth.

‘Hehe! Well I’ll be! To see the Demonic Sect’s Samtaesang showing such a side.’

Bongwon Daesa showed a pleased smile at the corner of his mouth, then hurriedly stuffed meat in his mouth to hide it.

After finishing their meal, they moved to a tavern.

Thanks to Bongwon Daesa asking about this and that, the conversation went on for quite a while.

“So you’re never going back to the Demonic Sect?”

Seol Changho said.

“We have to go back. We need to go and smash that bastard Cult Leader’s head.”

“The Cult Leader dying means the Demonic Sect will collapse, doesn’t it?”

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