Chapter 6 – Laughter of Martial Arts
“Yes! Master!!”
As soon as Cheongmyeongjin’s words run out, Seongil and Handan respond in a loud voice.
‘But, I don’t know anything about the situation here…’
As soon as he thought about it, Seong-il quickly ran to Handan next to him and began to ask for a favor in a desperate voice.
“Four… Death penalty! This is the first time I’ve gone far outside… Can I follow him and pack my things together…?”
To the priest’s cute request, Handan smiles and answers.
“Guy. Come to think of it, you went outside after being initiated three months ago and had a few drinks with me, right? Don’t worry! This brother-in-law will help you!”
With the help of Handan, Seong-il packs his things and starts to leave with Cheongmyung Jin-in.
After two days of walking, they took a boat at the port of the village and moved to the river. About a day and a half later, Cheongmyeongjinin spoke to the disciples.
“Children, we have now arrived at Jeongju Pogu! If we walk here for half a day, we will burst into laughter, so let’s cheer up a little.”
Seongil silently nodded and silently followed Cheongmyeongjin.
‘Huh… It’ll be the start of the main story soon.’
While Seong-il was thinking, the group arrived at the temple of laughter before they knew it, and a young Sami-seung greeted them and talked to them.
“Hello! Is it possible that the donor is a member of the minor faction, Cheongmyungjin?”
“Yes. I am Qingming. Seeing that you know me, it seems that the head monk has already spoken to me about my visit. Okay, can I see the head monk right away?”
To the words of Cheongmyeongjin, Sami-seung answers with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“Right now, the chief monk is taking care of the unpleasant business at the head office for a while.”
“Bulmi…?”
When Qingmyeong Jin-in looks at Sami-seung with a puzzled expression, Sami-seung replies with his face flushed.
“Sah… Actually, my brother-in-law caused an accident, and the head monk is in the middle of gathering all the monks in the precinct to discuss the punishment. “
‘…Was there such an event?’
Seong-il and Handan look at each other and look curious, but they can’t ask and move to the guesthouse.
“Master. Can I take a tour of the temple grounds with the priest?”
When Handang said, Qing Myung Jin replied with a smile.
“I’m going to do that. However, you must never act out of manners.”
“Of course!”
We started chatting with Handan as we watched the small but stylish LOL.
“Muhak, you’re 18 this year, right? Have you ever had a drink?”
‘Is the age of Muhak, the supporting character in this game, 18? He looks like two years younger than me.’
Of course, Seong-il, a college student, has tried drinking, but it seems strange to say that Mu-hak, who is about to become an adult, drank.
“No. I’ve never drank the death penalty.”
“Oh! I’ve never had such a good drink! When I get drunk, the worries of the world disappear, and I feel the great sword approaching me! Therefore, we masters must learn the long sword through alcohol! Sooner or later, this death penalty Let me teach you this once!”
‘You’re talking like a sword. Malcon… When he drinks, he gets poisoned and dies. Am I crazy? I will never drink it, man!’
As Seong-il thinks to himself, someone exclaims as if he agrees with Handan’s words.
“Oh. Shiju seems to be an ascetic, but he knows something!”
A short monk with a stocky physique appeared in front of them, and a fat monk with a stout body. The two approach Seong-il and the others and talk to them.
“Hello! There are some Dosa I don’t know walking, so I’m curious and I’m looking around. The Dojo in front of me said something wonderful, so I approached without even realizing it! Do you like alcohol by any chance?”
“Oh! Even a monk? You know something!”
‘…A monk and a guru like alcohol, so they’re having a friendly conversation about that subject… Crazy bastards.’
Seong-il was dumbfounded for a moment, staring blankly at the three of them. They go on talking about God or alcohol.
“Kuh! Drinking a glass of wine and taking a bite of a seasoned meat bandit is like the teachings of the Buddha!
When the fat monk said that, Seong-il looked around and looked around with a surprised expression.
‘Isn’t this crazy? What kind of temple are you talking about like that openly?’
However, when Handan chats with them so excitedly, Seong-il can’t bear to deny it and begins to chide in with their words little by little.
Then, Seong-il, who has been subtly dried up by their pace, continues to have an exciting conversation with them for a long time without realizing it.
“By the way, what did the donors come here for?”
When Hye-myeong, a well-built monk, asks, Seong-il, who is relaxed, begins to answer in a clearing.
“Master Wongang urgently asked for a meeting with our teacher, Cheongmyeongjinin, so I happened to come here.”
“Oh! Are you talking about that Taegeuk sword, Cheongmyungjin?”
Seong-il, who has only been in this world for the third day, doesn’t even know the name of Cheongmyeongjinin, so he just laughs it off awkwardly to pass the question.
“Ohh! As expected of him…!!”
When the other person exclaims, wondering if his own laughter has a positive meaning, Seong-il starts to ask questions in reverse to prevent them from prying out about him.
“Why are the monks standing here? I heard that all the monks in the precincts are gathering in one place and having a meeting…”
At Seongil’s words, the two monks simultaneously stiffen their faces and sigh as they reply.
“Whoa… Actually, the brother-in-law and I secretly got caught having a few drinks in the village before leaving.”
‘Crazies… If you’re going to eat something, run away and eat it. They said they did that in a town 30 minutes away on foot…?’
When Seong-il looks at him at a loss for words, the monk continues to speak as if it is unfair.
‘For a moment! Does that mean these dangchu are…?’
While Seong-il, who realized the identity of the other person, stared blankly at them, another main character, Hye-myeong, continued talking as if it was unfair.
“No, so the angry head monk went to the store and asked the truth, but this rude tavern owner thoughtlessly spit out that we’re regulars! Seriously! How much have we sold in the meantime?”
“Huh! What a fool!”
‘No… Why are you, Handan, arguing…?’
“You’re saying you’re going to abort the death penalty with me just because I drank a few pieces of meat, or you’re going to give me three years of impunity…”
When Handan heard that, he expressed regret.
“Ah.. If you practice to chase away the passions while having a drink, that’s a kind of asceticism! That’s too much!”
‘Crazies… Now I’m giving up on understanding you guys.’
When Seong-il sighs inwardly to avoid being caught by them, Hye-myeong continues her words as if it is unfair.
“Honestly, we’re not the only ones drinking alcohol in the precincts… The other day, I saw the abbot monk secretly buying a few bottles of alcohol! As fellow drinkers(?), How could he be so harsh on us…!”
‘It must be because you guys have done that not once or twice. You idiot.’
While Seong-il pathetically listens to their conversation, Sami-seung, who guided them, comes to talk to them again.
“Sasuknim. The head monk tells us to move to Daeungjeon since the treatment discussion is over.”
Sa Mi-seung says so and leaves with Hye-myeong and Hye-won, telling Seong-il.
“Chung Myung Jin-in said he would have a chat with the head monk right now. During that time, the two of them told me to wait in the guest room for a while!”
After that, when no one is around, Handan mutters to himself with a strange face as he looks at Seongil.
“Ohhh… The head monk bought some bottles of alcohol a while ago…? But, by the way, all the monks in the precincts are having a meeting…?”
Seong-Il dries a handful of clothes, feeling his spine heat up in an instant.
“Death penalty. I’m sure what you’re thinking right now isn’t what I’m thinking?! You must never steal alcohol!”
“Me? No way~ Aigoo~ My stomach hurts. I’m going to go to the side for a while. The priest waits here for a while!”
Seong-il held on to the hem of his sleeve and said while desperately drying the handan.
“Death penalty! You can’t do that. Death penalty!!”
However, Handan’s strength is so strong that he overpowers Seongil in an instant and quickly disappears somewhere.
‘No, crazy… If you eat that, you’ll die, man!!’
Whether or not he knows Seong-il’s anxious heart, after a while, Handan comes with a bottle of alcohol and two glasses in both hands.
“Priest! Priest! Didn’t I tell you something good a while ago? Come on! Don’t skip it and have a glass of this! I’ll give you a killer experience!”
At Handan’s words, Seong-il starts to think with a frightened expression on his face.
‘Probably, according to the original scenario, Muhak died of poison poisoning while drinking a glass of wine because he couldn’t beat the death penalty.’
‘Handan gave Muhak a drink, and while he was about to drink it himself, the demonic cult broke out.’
‘…Fuck, that means an attack is about to break out, but I have to stop this human from drinking!’
Thinking so, Seong-il desperately refuses to drink and spends his time convincing Handan.
“The death penalty. I don’t think this is really the case. Under the circumstances, it’s not someone else, but the head monk of Laughing Temple bought it! I don’t think it’s really wrong to steal and drink this kind of alcohol. We’d rather buy it at the tavern in front of you!”
“I don’t know! In a little while, Master Wonkang and Master Wonkang will finish their conversation and come out. When are they going to the village! Are you going to get caught and get beaten to death? Your chance is only now, Master!”
However, Seong-il, who knows the inside story, desperately refuses.
Just when you thought he was barely holding his time. Things start to happen on Holy Day in an unexpected direction.
“Sheesh. Then I’ll have to drink alone.”
‘What!? This is an unscheduled event?!’
“No death penalty! Never drink!”
Seong-il threw his whole body to stop him, but it was not enough to keep up with the movements of Handan, a master of martial arts.
Like that, Handan quickly put aside the holy day, climbed up the tree, and poured a glass full of wine and started drinking.
“Kyaa! That’s good. How could I have lived with this good thing!”
‘You madman! That’s solo! Solo!!’
Seong-il can’t bear to tell the inside story because he is worried that he might be suspected if he tells the details. Because of this, he had no choice but to stare blankly at Handan with a half-ruined expression on his face.
Handan looked at Seongil and said, perhaps mistaking that Seongil’s expression was regret.
“The ship has already left, sir~! You should have drank it when I said it was given.”
The sharp voice heard from the precincts at the time he was giggling.
“It’s an assault!! It’s an assault!!”
After someone’s shout, a roar and screams begin to fill the crowd of laughter.
Because of this, Seong-il senses an unusual atmosphere and shouts at Handan.
“Execution! It looks like something dangerous has happened!”
At Seong-il’s urgent voice, Handan also erases the mischievous expression he always made and changes his expression sharply to prepare for martial arts.
“Keuheuk…!”
Then, Handan grabs his chest and starts coughing up blood.
“Kheuk… Cool… Cool.”
Even when Seong-il, who has no medical knowledge, sees it from the side, Handan’s hemoptysis looks very dangerous, so he hurriedly approaches Handan and talks to him.
“Death penalty! Are you okay?”
“What… What is it? Seo… Could it be that the alcohol was poisoned?! I mean…!! Master… Master is in danger! Priest! Run away to a safe place right away! I’ll go see Master. .”
Even though Handan is not in a normal state, he runs to the head monk’s room to help the master.
Seeing this, Seong-il calmly repeats the story and begins to understand the situation.
‘First of all, at the beginning of the Laughing Man raid event, the demons took control of both the front and back entrances, right?’
‘If I go that way, I will definitely die. Therefore, the only way to survive in the game is to jump into a well like Huimyeong and Hyewon in the original work, or go to Qingming Jinin and escape after receiving a wooden sword like Handan did.’
Seong-il, for a short time, racks his brain and connects his thoughts.
‘Should I go into the well…? This would be the safest… But Handan’s current situation is an addiction that was not in the previous story.’
‘If Handan dies along with Cheongmyeongjin, an important story item, the wooden box, will be taken away and the story will be twisted, so it seems appropriate to join the Cheongmyungjin side…’
‘However, the only strength I have here, as I have no combat skills, is that I know the story of the game…’
‘Wouldn’t it be a big deal if I joined that side with the story twisted so badly from the beginning…?’
However, Seong-il, who knew the importance of Mokham, puts his fear behind and runs to the place where Handan and Cheongmyeongjin are.
Soon after, a burning temple and the corpses of dead monks appear in front of Seongil’s eyes.
Fear arose in his heart, but Seong-il brainwashed himself into believing that this world was just a game and barely started moving forward.
“Cheongmyeongjinin! Give me the wooden box you got from Ambassador Wonkang! Then I’ll not only release you, but also give you the cancellation!”
“Shut up! You evil bastard! What do you dare to ask of me, like worms who sneakily use poison to ambush you!”
The man of Cheongmyeongjin swears in a furious voice, as if the words of the black man had no merit.
“Haha! What can I do to dare to kill miscellaneous things that go against the will of the Demonic Cult! If you won’t return the religious stuff, I’ll tear you to pieces and throw you into dog food! Then I’ll retrieve the stuff myself!”
The image of two people swearing at each other from a distance, tens of meters apart.
Seong-il sees this and runs to Cheong Myung-jin, his only lifeline, and talks to him.
“Master! Are you all right!”
Let’s shout like that while Seongil looks at Cheongmyeongjinin. Cheongmyeong-jin calls out to Seong-il with a complex expression mixed with confusion as to why Seong-il did not escape and came to this dangerous place, and feeling fortunate that his disciple is still alive.
“Muhak! Come right next to me!”
Seong-il runs to his death without hesitation at his words and runs next to him.
Seeing such a holy day, other men in black pick up swords and start running to catch him.
It was probably because he thought it was because it was easy to intimidate a young student.
Seeing these people in black, Cheongmyungjin demonstrates something transcendent and attacks them with powerful power from his sword.
“This guy!”
The people in black are embarrassed by the terrifying momentum of the Qingming Jin people and start to back away.
As soon as the man in black stepped back, Mingjin Cheng struck the pillar next to him with his sword and tore the building down.
‘Omg…? Destroying a building that looks 10 meters tall with one knife?!’
Qingmyeong Jinin must have thought that the building had collapsed and obscured the enemy’s view, so he grabbed Seongil and tucked him into his side and started running at mad speed.
“Handan! What about the death penalty?!”
“I’m here.”
Handan, whose face was stained black, appeared before he knew it, and was running alongside his teacher and Seongil, vomiting blood.
