Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1310

“You!”

“So, you’ve crawled all the way here!”

People were guarding the canyon. They saw Hye-yeon and rushed towards him.

The atmosphere felt different here. The guards outside the canyon looked like they wanted to kill him, but these men seemed even more skilled and dangerous.

Whoosh!

Four men attacked Hye-yeon at the same time, two from the front and two from above. They held long spears, longer than a man is tall.

A spear is a very effective weapon, especially in this situation. Even someone without much skill can use it to cause damage.

However, the length of a spear makes it hard to do complex fighting moves.

But here, in this narrow path where he couldn’t escape, the spear’s power was even greater.

Also, Hye-yeon was a skilled warrior monk who couldn’t use the spear’s length to his advantage. This made the situation even worse.

He wished he could use his special power, Gwon-ryeok, but he couldn’t use it inside the canyon. If he made a mistake and the canyon collapsed, the Hae-nam disciples behind him would be in danger.

His special skill was useless, and this type of enemy was very bad for him to fight.

But even knowing all this, Hye-yeon didn’t hesitate.

Thud!

Hye-yeon used Jingak and rushed forward. Jingak is a martial art that allows one to move with incredible speed and agility.

“Amitabha!”

After saying the Buddha’s name, he gently moved his hands towards the spears coming at him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The spears were filled with energy that could cut through steel. But when they touched Hye-yeon’s sleeves, they were all deflected.

The spears twisted and turned, missing Hye-yeon’s body. He moved so fast that he left afterimages in the gaps between the spears.

Geumgangbudo Step!

He used Geumgangbudo Step, one of the most respected martial arts from Shaolin.

Shaolin’s martial arts are the foundation of the country.

They didn’t become the home of martial arts just because of their inner power and palm strikes.

Shaolin’s martial arts use the entire body. Fists, palms, fingers, feet, and steps all combine to create a powerful fighting style.

Hye-yeon moved like a ghost. The enemies quickly pulled back their spears, grabbing them closer to the blade.

They quickly changed tactics, making their long spears shorter for close combat.

It wasn’t a hard idea, but most spear fighters wouldn’t think of it. The fact that they did it so quickly showed how skilled they were in battle.

But Hye-yeon was even faster.

The man who grabbed the spear near the blade was about to attack. Hye-yeon needed to create some space to use his Gwon-sa skills.

But Hye-yeon moved even closer, so close that he was touching the other man’s shoulder.

‘What?’

Hye-yeon planted his feet and put all his strength into his shoulder.

The power went from his toes, up his legs, and into his shoulders. Hye-yeon rammed his shoulder into the chest of the warrior in front of him.

Kuuuuung!

He used Gobop, a shoulder ramming technique with Spiral Force. This shattered the warrior’s protective energy like a broken bowl.

The enemy was thrown back without even a scream. His body spun in the air, showing how much power Hye-yeon’s blow had.

“Kuh!”

“You bastard!”

The other warriors attacked with their short spears, taking advantage of the opening. But Hye-yeon’s strangely bent hand blocked them.

Clack!

He used Dragon Claw Hand, another of the Seventy-Two Supreme Arts. His hand snatched the spears like a dragon’s claws.

Hye-yeon’s hand stretched out for a moment. Then, white finger force shot out from his fingertips.

Whoosh!

The finger force pierced through the bodies of the warriors like lightning.

“Aaaaargh!”

They collapsed, blood pouring from the small holes in their bodies.

Tanjishintong, the most famous finger technique from Shaolin, showed its power through Hye-yeon’s hands.

“Y-you damned monk!”

The man behind him gritted his teeth and thrust his spear forward.

Then, Hye-yeon’s foot cut through the air.

He didn’t swing it, he cut with it. His toe sliced through the spear shaft as if it were a sharp sword.

“W-with his foot…?”

The warrior was horrified and couldn’t even think about pulling back his spear. Hye-yeon lowered his stance in front of the cut spear shaft.

“Amitabha.”

Hye-yeon’s palm lightly struck the end of the spear shaft. It was a gentle motion, but the result was not gentle at all.

Tooooong!

Hye-yeon used the power of the Thousand Buddha Bell, causing the spear shaft to vibrate like a bell.

“Cough!”

“Ugh, Uwaaaah!”

The warriors rushing in vomited blood. They felt a resonating vibration that shook their insides.

The ones in the back were hit this hard, so the one in the front must have been in terrible condition.

He shook like a bell and collapsed, blood coming from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

“Amitabha.”

Hye-yeon reached out and gently caught the falling body. He carefully placed it on the ground.

He took a breath and looked ahead. The warriors of the Demonic Sect stood in a tight formation, hesitant to attack.

It was understandable.

He had used Gwonbeop, Jangbeop, Gobop, Jobop, Jibeop, and even internal energy techniques.

It was as if all the martial arts in the world were flowing from Hye-yeon’s hands.

In a fight, you need to predict your opponent’s attack to defend. But this man’s movements were impossible to predict. He was using every martial art he knew.

Shaolin is the home of martial arts in the country.

Even though he left Shaolin, Hye-yeon had mastered their martial arts. The essence of Shaolin martial arts flowed from his fingertips.

Those who faced him felt powerless against his deep martial arts. The monk in front of them was like a deep lake, you couldn’t see the bottom of his skill.

Squeeze.

Hye-yeon quietly clenched his fist.

Could he have fought like this before?

Probably not.

Knowing and doing are different. Learning and practicing are not enough, you need to make it your own.

The same is true for Buddhism.

‘Knowing is not everything.’

Everyone who studies Buddhism knows the meaning of the scriptures. But even though they know, they don’t truly understand.

You can’t learn everything by sitting in a temple. The Buddha wanted people to find enlightenment and save others.

If you don’t know the lives of the people you’re trying to save, you can’t understand anything. You need to experience the world where they live.

Before leaving Shaolin, he only knew martial arts. Harsh training and difficult battles taught him how to use them.

He had been content with just knowing, but now he accepted the path he wanted to walk. This was thanks to his searching mind and the difficult reality he faced.

‘Shaolin.’

Hye-yeon wanted to shout.

Open the doors and come out into the world.

Throw away the proud monk robes and live like a monk should.

They act like they’re saving the world, but they’re full of arrogance, believing that it can’t be done without Shaolin.

How can they not see this?

Even when they’re discussing Buddhism, people are dying in the world. Someone is dying while hungry. Their compassionate gaze only looks at the good parts of the world.

That’s why he needs to be here.

Even if Shaolin isn’t wrong, there’s a world that Shaolin can’t reach. Hye-yeon needs to take care of that place, since he came from there.

“I don’t think you’ll listen if I tell you to step back. Amitabha.”

Hye-yeon closed his eyes and put his palms together. He opened them again, his eyes filled with determination.

“Then just forgive me.”

Bang!

Hye-yeon rushed forward.

He pushed aside the spears and forced his way through. He took another step forward.

A path that no Shaolin disciple has ever walked. A path that only someone who is a Shaolin disciple but refuses to be one can walk.

Lonely, painful, and difficult with every step.

But Hye-yeon can walk that path for a simple reason.

“Where do you think you’re going, you bastards!”

Whoosh!

A sword flew from behind and knocked away the spear aimed at his head. Hye-yeon smiled, recognizing the situation.

Yes. He still felt uncomfortable with them.

The path Hye-yeon walks is a difficult one, and he must walk it alone.

But they would always protect his back until he reached his destination.

It was okay if they didn’t help him. Just walking together was comforting. That’s how people are.

“Hey, Hye-yeon, don’t rush in!”

Hye-yeon strode forward, ignoring Jo Gul’s words.

Jo Gul shouted something from behind, but he just smiled.

‘I told you, it’s uncomfortable.’

That’s why it’s more meaningful. It’s easy for people who are comfortable with each other to move forward together.

Leaning on each other despite the discomfort. Trying to be together even when it’s hard.

That is what a person is.

“A-mi-ta-bha! Come!”

Hye-yeon shouted and unleashed his fist.

The spear blade brushed against his cheek and blood splattered, but Hye-yeon went forward without paying any attention.

One step. Another step.

The path that he, or someone else, would have to open with pain, just silently.