The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 105

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Chapter 105

“….”

Drop.

A single droplet fell to the floor.

However, surprisingly, this wasn’t a drop that fell from Cheongun’s side, but rather one that fell from where Eunjo Monk was.

Whether it was cold sweat.

Or just regular sweat, an unknowable droplet of sweat ran down Eunjo’s chin and fell to the floor.

“How, how is this…”

There was nothing else he could say besides these words.

From beginning to end.

Even though he had witnessed everything with his own two eyes, it was something he could hardly believe.

That Cheongun’s inner energy was profound and pure was something he had already grasped from the first time he saw him.

No, he had understood it from the moment he arrived near the place where Cheongun was waiting.

However, was this something possible with inner energy alone?

Moreover, Cheongun hadn’t even properly used that inner energy.

“Monk.”

Cheongun, who had shown a very brief change in expression, was now looking at the monk as if nothing had happened.

“As expected, Shaolin’s martial arts seem extraordinary.”

Wasn’t this a martial art where the first word that came to mind was ‘beautiful’?

If there was a next life, Cheongun thought it might not be bad to start at Shaolin.

Though Gaebang would probably be closer to the opposite of Cheongeumjang, being a beggar once in his previous life was enough.

“Right now, how exactly did you do that…”

“It seems that is still what’s important to you, Monk.”

Though it was surprising, wasn’t the important thing not this?

“How… is it possible…?”

At his somewhat broken appearance, Cheongun soon showed a rather displeased expression.

He hadn’t taken that attack completely just for this.

Well, he did have a little personal desire though.

“The monk’s killing intent seems to have disappeared now…”

Should he be showing such a despairing expression?

Could Blood Lineage only be completed by being Blood Lineage?

At the rather disappointing sight, Cheongun soon drew his sword.

Since Cheongun had entered Shaolin as a donor, swords were originally not permitted, but this was something Myeongjin Monk had allowed from the beginning.

From the first time he saw him, he had felt something extraordinary, and he had anticipated that such a situation might arise.

“I’ll just cut off one arm. Then you should come to your senses.”

Eunjo Monk had just had all the things he had achieved through bone-cutting, flesh-scraping, blood-spitting effort denied.

Understanding?

He didn’t.

Though Cheongun could well understand those who had been weakened by others, he absolutely did not understand those who drove themselves into the pit of weakness by their own will.

If the current Eunjo Monk had been Blood Lineage, he wouldn’t have been so disappointed.

“How on earth…”

Cheongun who had drawn his sword, and Eunjo Monk who still couldn’t escape from that shock.

At that sight, Cheongun even lost the will to cut off his arm.

“You are pathetic and weak, Monk. To the point where you don’t even deserve to touch my sword.”

Cheongun, clearly showing his displeased expression, sheathed his sword and turned around.

His interest was ruined.

To the point where he regretted what he had briefly held.

Thus Cheongun left the place without looking back even once, leaving Eunjo Monk alone.

“How… is it possible?”

Though it was just a fleeting moment, that was certainly very similar to Diamond Indestructible Body.

Though there were some different parts, if the result was the same, couldn’t it be called by the name that brings about that result?

“….”

And there were gazes watching such Eunjo Monk.

It wasn’t just one.

Two gazes watched such Eunjo Monk for a while, then disappeared without a trace as if nothing had happened.

The place Cheongun returned to was empty.

He briefly considered waiting for Myeongjin Monk, but thinking why he should see his face again over such a good matter, he decided to just leave Shaolin itself.

How was it that wherever he went, his stay was never very long?

Since he had come to Shaolin not hoping for such things in the first place, it was good to leave without regrets.

If there was business with Cheongun.

Like a thirsty person digging a well, they would approach on their own.

As he was about to leave immediately, one monk caught his eye.

Neither far nor close.

An elderly monk with a long, neat beard was sweeping the ground.

“….”

It was strange.

He had definitely felt a gaze from that direction.

Cheongun, who had been looking at that monk for a moment, soon turned around.

If this had been some other place it might be different, but there was no reason to linger in a place he had no more business with.

As Cheongun left Shaolin, the gaze of the monk who had been sweeping the ground lingered briefly on the place he had departed.

“….”

Cheongun’s intuition was not mistaken.

There had definitely been a gaze that watched Cheongun, even if just briefly.

“A boy with good instincts…”

Myeongjin Monk also appeared beside such a monk.

“What are you looking at, Jangmun?”

“I was observing the boy that Myeongjin mentioned.”

The monk’s identity was the abbot of Shaolin Monastery.

Rather, with his shabby and small stature and his presence that seemed to exist yet not exist, those seeing him for the first time would never think he was Jangmun.

“How is Eunjo’s condition?”

“He seems to have fallen into deep contemplation. However, I believe Eunjo will handle it well.”

“My, it seems we received great help from a young donor.”

“It must be Jangmun’s benevolence.”

“You said he was the Patriarch of Cheongeumjang?”

“Yes. That’s correct.”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t curious.

He thought he knew all the renowned rising talents of Gangho, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Eunjo can be left alone for a while.”

“Yes. I will do so, Jangmun.”

To create ripples in this calm lake called Shaolin and then just leave.

Since it was certain he would visit Shaolin again someday, Jangmun also turned around.

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“Patriarch. You’ve returned already?”

Bugwan, who had been waiting nearby, sent a puzzled look.

He had thought he wouldn’t come out until at least after sunset.

It was Cheongun returning when the sun hadn’t even set yet.

“Yes. My business is finished. Though it was somewhat disappointing… since I was disappointed in an individual rather than the location, it doesn’t matter.”

“Did you obtain what you desired?”

At Bugwan’s words, Cheongun, who had been about to move forward, stopped and turned around.

“What I wanted from this place was…”

After pondering for a moment, Cheongun replied with an indifferent look in his eyes.

“There wasn’t. Nothing like that.”

“…Yes. I understand.”

What was it that wasn’t there?

Did he mean there was nothing he wanted at all, or that he had looked for it but couldn’t find it?

“We should take our time with departure. Let them rest sufficiently and stock up on more supplies.”

“Yes. Patriarch, I will do so.”

For Cheongun, today was a day that seemed quite pleasant at times, yet particularly twisted as well.

Coming to Shaolin had been fine, but what happened inside was neither satisfying nor welcome.

Upon returning, Cheongun immediately began light meditation to dispel these unpleasant and disagreeable feelings.

As he emptied his mind and heart, fortunately that unpleasantness quickly disappeared.

There wasn’t particularly anything to do at Shaolin, yet he still intended to take a leisurely departure.

That was solely due to that brief moment of eye contact he had encountered while leaving Shaolin.

There was no other reason besides that.

Was it to meet that gaze again?

Was it to identify the monk who had sent that gaze?

No.

Fearing he might forget that fleeting moment, he had temporarily put down roots in this very place.

Why had he thought that way?

Even now, looking back, that gaze had been utterly ordinary.

Yet the reason he couldn’t forget and was doing this was because it felt as if it had seen right through him.

The fact that he had a previous life.

Though it was impossible, he felt as if he had been found out.

More than that, there was something he needed to check first.

Rising from his seat, Cheongun stood before the bronze mirror inside the room.

As he removed his clothing, the condition of the area where he had felt pain earlier came into view.

“It doesn’t look too bad from the outside.”

However, since the bone was broken, treatment was absolutely necessary.

Even if the broken bone turned to powder, it would be easy for Cheongun.

Cheongun was someone who also possessed basic medical skills.

If he hadn’t, he would have died much sooner in his previous life.

“Huu…”

Along with circulating his qi, he gradually moved the bone fragments that had broken and twisted out of their original positions.

Each movement brought tremendous pain, but for Cheongun, it was actually all too familiar pain.

Bones breaking and twisting.

Damage to muscles and bones happened quite frequently.

Repeating the qi circulation several times, he returned the bone fragments to their original positions.

After that, he just needed to weave them together well with internal energy so the broken pieces wouldn’t separate again.

Repeating this process would make his muscles and bones even stronger.

It wasn’t really much different from the process of bone and marrow cleansing.

The only difference was whether Cheongun did it directly or not.

The broken bone fragments were certainly in their original positions, but they also contained internal energy between them.

Adding to that, arranging them more perfectly was like a form of bone and marrow cleansing.

However, since what Cheongun considered perfect wasn’t necessarily perfect, there were certainly slight differences from a body that had achieved bone and marrow cleansing.

It wasn’t all advantages.

The disadvantage was that the timing for naturally occurring bone and marrow cleansing would gradually be delayed.

The closer to perfection, the higher the standards became.

However, it didn’t matter.

What was most important to Cheongun wasn’t this body, but these eyes that could see the flow of internal energy.

“Since there are new things to explore…”

Having set a leisurely departure schedule, Cheongun began that exploration.

He could only imitate it for a very brief moment.

Even then, while the original Vajra Indestructible Body made the entire body like diamond, Cheongun couldn’t even do that.

Only an extremely small part was possible.

Such moments were always exciting.

Hadn’t he been unable to even observe it before?

Calming his excited and thrilled heart, Cheongun began that exploration.

Three days.

It was the time Cheongun had invested everything into that exploration, skipping even sleep and meals.

Cheongun’s bright expression seemed to hint at good results, but that wasn’t the case at all.

The progress he could speak of was hardly anything.

However, that made it even more satisfying.

It meant he could contemplate and explore dozens, hundreds more times in the future.

“Patriarch.”

Just then, Bugwan’s voice was heard.

“What is it?”

“A monk has come saying he wishes to meet you, Patriarch. He said you would know if he mentioned the name Myeongjin.”

“Tell him I’ll be right there.”

“Yes, Patriarch.”

It wasn’t particularly surprising.

He suspected Eunjo Monk’s condition had worsened and that’s why he had come.

Whether that would be in a good direction or not, he didn’t know.

If he could properly refine and overcome what he had experienced, he would grow another level, but if he was consumed by it instead, he would fall into terrible Simma.

Cheongun acted as if no one had come to visit.

Just as if he were originally preparing to go out, leisurely and relaxed.

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