A lot of people were climbing up Soongsan. There were many ways to go to Sorimsa Temple by bus or on foot.


    And people moved to where they found their flaws.


    The first and second Shaolin Temple.


    At the entrance to the second Shaolin Temple, people were bowing their heads together.


    "Tree amytabul"


    Even though the first Shaolin Temple changed commercially, people living near Soongsan were deeply unhappy.


    They believe in Buddhism because they are proud to be in the middle of the country, or the world''s number one temple.


    They lived in the enclave of Shaolin for generations. Most people believed in Buddhism because the color of the region did not change easily even if people changed.


    So those who came to Second Sorim Temple had no choice but to bow their heads together when they saw a large Dalmado hanging in the temple.


    It''s a picture that makes me feel disheartened just by looking at it.


    ***


    Jong-seok looked outside the Second Shaolin Temple. Outside of Shaolin Temple, many people were standing in front of Dalmado or bowing.


    "It''s like a banquet house. I''m not thinking about coming in."


    Outside the temple, people were standing in a long line, bowing their heads or bowing.


    That''s why people are gathered outside without coming in.


    When Jong-seok was snooping outside, a fierce anger approached me.


    "That''s what the priest is wearing, and he''s a monk without a shadow."


    Jong-seok looked down at him at Zhang''s words. Jong-seok was wearing a uniform.


    Since the event is an event, it is not Buddhism, but Jongseok is trying to meet people by changing into Seungbok.


    "I can''t shave my head."


    When Jong-seok scratched his head, Jang-no smiled and nodded.


    "By the way, the dharma drawn by the priest is so good that people don''t come in."


    "I know. Should I have drawn moderately?"


    "It''s about drawing the Dharma Prehistory. You have to do your best. Do you think I can draw it in moderation?"


    "So I drew it with all my heart. "Sorimsa is Dalmada Temple, and Dalmada Temple is Sorimsa Temple."


    Jang-no, who nodded at Jong-seok, took out his cell phone and checked the time.


    Jong-seok murmured at the sight.


    "It''s late."


    "That''s what I''m saying."


    Jongseok and Jangno were now waiting for the descendants of Shaolin Temple. Originally, I was supposed to come yesterday, but I got a call saying that something happened and that I would arrive today.


    That''s why I''m waiting. At the very least, I want to be with the descendants of Shaolin to announce the opening of the temple.


    where even one student of the orthodox Shaolin has more students.


    "I''ll get you in there for now. Even after the opening ceremony, it doesn''t feel like a feast because people are out there like that."


    "What are you going to do with it?"


    At the question of Jangno, Jong-seok looked at the people and walked toward Daeungjeon Hall and said,


    "People seem to be deeply discontented when they see Dalmato and pray and bow like that."


    "Most of the city''s owners on the mountain are unhappy. Isn''t that why I sold the woodcarved Buddha?"


    said Jong-seok, who nodded at Jang-no''s words.


    "So I''m going to read the Buddhist scriptures."


    "The Buddhist scriptures? Did you study the Buddhist scriptures?"


    "I have monk Shaolin as my teacher, but I can''t understand a word or two of Buddhist scriptures."


    Then Jong-seok climbed the stairs of Daeungjeon Hall and crossed the yard to see people outside the inspection.


    He drew the inner workings of the sound with deep breaths.


    Argh!


    As soon as I pulled up my inner space, Jong-seok''s eyes began to see a soft gold mine.


    The sight left me with a deep admiration.


    "The priest''s inner workings have deepened. Did you get some enlightenment?''


    Compared to when we met in China a few months ago, Jongseok''s performance is stronger.


    "The priest must be a genius of bravery."


    When the old man thought of such a thing, Jong-seok''s mouth opened and the sound of Buddhist scriptures began to flow out.


    And one by one, the people who heard the sound of the Buddhist scriptures that Jong-seok memorized began to enter the temple as if they were possessed.


    Although he memorizes the sound of Buddhist scriptures memorized by Jongseok, his skill is a horror of a Buddhist monk who used to be the chief of Shaolin Temple.


    The sound of the Buddhist scripture was a Buddhist scripture performed by the chief of Shaolin Temple through Jongseok''s mouth.


    In addition, the use of it to memorize Buddhist scriptures was Sorim''s inner secretion, and it contained commonly referred to as invincible force.


    So those who heard the blasphemy had no choice but to cry.


    If I thought about it, it was like Lee So-ran blowing the wind at the market singing contest.


    The people who heard the sound of the blasphemy began to enter the temple like a flock of rats who heard the man''s flute.


    ***


    The governor of Shaolin Temple was watching CCTVs in Shaolin Temple at the security office.


    CCTV footage showed images of the compound in Shaolin Temple. All the facilities at Shaolin Temple are free for today.


    People responded well to the continued performances of martial arts.


    As I was looking at the crowded precincts of Shaolin Temple, I turned my head toward the full house next to it.


    "How''s it going with you?"


    At the exact question, he manipulated something from the tablet he was holding with 10,000 won and held it out.


    He looked at the tablet on time. There was a second Shaolin police officer on the tablet.


    "There''s a lot of people."


    "About 200."


    "How many are we?"


    "About 5,000 people came in. And the number is increasing."


    "Five thousand..."


    At the words of the full house, the hour of thought nodded.


    "Two hundred to five thousand... It''s a ridiculous competition from the start."


    "You''re right. Whatever it is, it is the chief monk who made Sorimsa Temple today and made it known to the world. We''re the orthodox, and they''re the dumbass."


    Nodding to 10,000 people in charge of security, said while watching CCTV.


    "But there''s no sound?"


    "That''s the video that we''re zooming in from outside the temple. So sound is difficult."


    "Please let us know if there is any change or increase in the number of people."


    "Okay."


    Facing the full circle, the right angle with its head bowed out of the security office. Then the sharp angle of the walk climbed up a hall and looked down.


    Should I call it a human injury? People''s hair was seen thick and thin on every road in Shaolin Temple.


    And in the presence of monks performing martial arts, people''s laughter and admiration were heard continuously.


    ''It''s the sound I made. And this is Shaolin. I will make the future of Shaolin.


    Growl!


    The sharp angle of holding the railing by hand turned his head away with hard eyes. There will be a second Shaolin Temple at the end of his gaze.


    "Competition? Coexistence?"


    When the mayor of the city of Deungbong said that the name of President Jin So-pyeong was the name of the second Shaolin Temple, he said this.


    I want you to compete with each other, co-exist, and make a good Shaolin.


    But...


    "In business, the only competitor is the competitor."


    ***


    "Good job!"


    "That''s cool!"


    With the cheers of the people, the Yeonwang Yeon-ga martial arts team and the leading actors began to complete a wonderful martial arts performance on the stairs in front of Daeungjeon Hall.


    It was the sum of most of the martial arts agreements were made at Yeonwangyeonga. Although it is difficult to make a new sum, some of the sum practiced during Yeonwangyeonga is still being used.


    Even though the actors lacked the ability to memorize lines, they were all martial artists, so I still remembered Hap.


    Of course, there were some mistakes, but the opposing martial arts team was working together in case they made mistakes, so they were able to perform without any problems.


    Watching Lee Soo-mi and the leading actors perform martial arts, Jong-seok became angry.


    "But it''s really late, isn''t it?"


    The disciples of Shaolin have not arrived yet.


    "I was going to have a blast at eleven, but..."


    It''s already 10:40. But the disciples of Shaolin have not arrived yet.


    "Try calling him."


    When asked by Jong-seok, Jang-no nodded, took out his cell phone and called.


    "Where have you been? Huh? You''re here? Then why? Huh? Gift? I don''t need that... I see. Come on, anyway."


    Jong-seok asked, looking at Jang-no hanging up the phone.


    "Where is he?"


    "I''m in Sungsan now, but I''m afraid I''ll be a little late because of the gift."


    "Gift? What gift?"


    "That doesn''t tell you. Come and show me..."


    Jong-seok tilted his head at the old man''s words.


    I don''t know what you''re trying to bring.


    ***


    Museul demonstrations were being held in various parts of Shaolin Temple.


    "Ha! Hao!"


    "Good!"


    In order to demonstrate martial arts in many places at the same time, outstanding students from various martial arts schools in Deungbong were also recruited.


    That''s why large martial arts troupes can perform martial arts in many places.


    A Buddhist monk approached behind the square overlooking the precincts of Shaolin Temple from above the hall.


    I opened my mouth at the sight of the view from behind.


    "What''s going on?"


    The monk answered promptly to the question on time.


    "There was a problem during the martial arts performance."


    "Problem? Who''s hurt?"


    "Our students lost in the audience."


    Shaolin Temple performance has several stages. And one of them was audience participation.


    It is to show the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, to imitate the audience, to have a brief sparring, and to teach them something like self-defense.


    It was also during the audience participation event that Hong Won was beaten mercilessly before.


    At the monk''s words, the hour of the hour looked back at him.


    "Lost?"


    "That''s... that''s a crushing defeat."


    At the word "reckless," the hour saw him. Things are worse when you tell yourself to be cruel.


    Then, I suddenly saw a Buddhist monk.


    "Did you just say disciples, not disciples?"


    "Yes, sir.


    "How many disciples did you lose?"


    Thirty... thirty.


    "Thirty?"


    The monk''s words made the face of the temple look young.


    "There are about 10 martial arts venues. What do 30 people do?"


    "That''s what other disciples came up with when they were killed. So..."


    "You''ve been through all the co-op?"


    "Yes, and...There''s been a flood."


    The news of the flood hardened the face of the hour. Hongwon is the best known master of Shaolin Temple, although it has been subjected to a shameful incident before.


    Such a master was disgraced in front of people again. Again.


    After a moment of silence, the hour of silence opened its mouth.


    "It''s like they did it over there."


    I laughed as I looked at the place where the second Shaolin Temple was located.


    "We say that the businessmen themselves, dressed in monks'' masks, are orthodox successors of Shaolin''s tradition... "The method follows the secular world."


    The sharp nod turned toward the monk.


    "It''s no example that you can''t see your face at the party next door. "Ready to meet the full and prepare me for the 18."


    The word of the hour had changed from honor to law. That''s how angry I am.


    A monk saw him at the word of the hour. Outwardly, the best master of Shaolin Temple is Hongwon.


    But it was only external. Good martial arts skills and good looks made Hongwon the best master of Shaolin Temple.


    Tall and handsome cilantro is more popular with people than the ugliest and smallest cilantro.


    There were real talented people in Shaolin, not Hongwon. Man-song and 18 Nah-han were the very strong men.


    Six of 18 are now on the Iraqi side.


    "Then get the rest ready. Let''s see for ourselves how great the traditional Shaolin martial arts are."


    "Okay."


    Watching the monk take out his cell phone and call somewhere, he looked toward the second Shaolin Temple.


    "If we fight... I''ll fight you."