Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 151

**Chapter 151: The Holgazan sells it (1)**

Why did you sell it?

Because you knew the secret book of the Sword Emperor was false?

No, that’s not true.

Then why did you sell it?

Tsk tsk.

For Wei Yanho, the secret book, even if written by the grandfather of the Sword Emperor, is of no use.

Because he doesn’t study it.

Baek Muhan was very smart, that guy wouldn’t study the secret book unless he was beaten until he learned it even in his dreams.

Think of Wei Yanho. What’s the use of a secret book for that guy?

Isn’t that a shame?

Yes, it is.

Well, it’s something only he would do. I couldn’t do it. Selling the secret book of the Sword Emperor is already crazy, but who would dare make copies and distribute them?

That’s why it’s Wei Yanho.

He does things that no one else could imagine, with total peace of mind.

Anyway, thanks to this, Wei Yanho’s reputation began to spread around the world.

Although compared to what he did next, this is insignificant.

Huh?

What did he do next?

You want to know?

* * *

“There is also one wounded here.”

“……Ugh.”

Wei Jeonghan sighed when he saw Wei Sanho carrying a wounded man.

“This way!”

Jin Yeran ran towards the wounded.

“Ugh.”

Wei Jeonghan shook his head when he saw that.

When he saw the big makeshift shop and the patients lying under it, he sighed.

‘How did we come to this?’

It started in a simple way.

Immediately after leaving, they found no injuries, but as they approached Luoyang, wounded people began to appear in the battle.

At first, they were blindfolded and comforted, but as they approached Luoyang, the situation worsened.

There were bodies everywhere, and people were dying on the road.

They only started treating the dying because they couldn’t let them die…

‘This is becoming a hospital.’

Shops were growing, and so were patients.

“Sanho.”

“Yes, Father.”

Wei Sanho, who was bringing the wounded, looked at Wei Jeonghan.

“……what about Yanho?”

“Hmm…”

Wei Sanho also seemed worried.

“Father.”

“Yes.”

“I’m worried about Yanho too.”

“Yes?”

“But if I abandon those on the verge of death to look after my family alone, how could I face Yanho? He wouldn’t want that.”

“Yes, you’re right. But I also think… if Yanho is in danger, won’t we be making an unforgivable mistake?”

Wei Sanho looked into the void without saying anything.

“Even so, we must stay here. That boy is also the son of the Wei family. Even if he is in danger, he will not want us to look for him leaving so many people who need help.”

“Hmm…”

Wei Jeonghan, who had tried to send Wei Sanho first, nodded when he heard Wei Sanho’s firm words.

“Yes, that’s what a Wei family man should be like. If your grandfather were alive, he would be very proud of you.”

Wei Sanho smiled.

“Then Yanho would have died.”

“That is also true.”

They could not let their youngest son die so that the eldest would receive praise. Wei Jeonghan smiled bitterly as he looked inside the tent.

Jin Yeran was busy putting needles, changing bandages and caring for patients.

Wei Jeonghan looked at her with satisfaction.

‘Even so, there is something good.’

Although Wei Jeonghan doesn’t know much about loving relationships, according to Han Sangah, that beautiful woman seems to be interested in Wei Yanho, isn’t she wonderful?

‘And she is kind.’

It is good that someone can work so hard for others. Although a lot of compassion can be a flaw for a family leader, Wei Yanho will not become the leader, and Wei Sanho will take care of home management, so there is no problem.

Then, there is only her beautiful personality, her excellent medical skills, and her overwhelming beauty that makes one wonder why she needs those skills.

The perfect candidate for daughter-in-law…

“Severe Patient!”

Some volunteers, who had been helping the wounded, brought an unconscious patient on a stretcher.

Jin Yeran, with a hardened face, ran to the patient.

“It has a lot of pus. I have to get it out.”

“Ugh…”

Without waiting for the patient’s response, Jin Yeran pulled out a small knife.

‘A knife?’

Wei Jeonghan’s eyes opened.

Suddenly, a knife…

“Mom!”

Wei Jeonghan stepped back horrified to see Jin Yeran nail the knife without hesitation into the patient’s shoulder.

Even an experienced swordsman wouldn’t dare nail a knife to someone like that.

♪ Slash! ♪ Slash!

Jin Yeran didn’t stop there, and he started cutting the meat.

“Aaaaaaaaah!”

The patient, who seemed unconscious, shouted.

“Hold him!”

“Yes!”

When the patient began to fight, those who were there held their limbs.

♪ Slash! ♪ Slash!

Wei Jeonghan felt as if he was being cut off from his own flesh when he heard the sound of the meat being cut. Though he splashed blood on his face, Jin Yeran cut the meat without blinking. How can you describe that…?

‘…give… fear.’

Jin Yeran, after pulling out the knife, looked around.

“He will have convulsions, so hold him tight.”

‘Convulsions?’

Now that he had removed the knife, the patient, who had been screaming, seemed to have regained consciousness, why would he have seizures? Soon…

“Start!”

Jin Yeran grabbed the patient’s cut shoulder and began to squeeze the wound.

“Stop!”

Wei Jeonghan screamed and couldn’t help it, but Jin Yeran didn’t stop.

“Aaaaaaaaah!”

The patient, who was convulsed by pain, opened his eyes and finally lost consciousness.

Wei Jeonghan started sweating.

Without paying attention to the patient, Jin Yeran squeezed the whole pus. When red blood began to come out instead of pus, he cleaned the blood with an unexpressive expression and began sewing the wound.

Wei Jeonghan looked up at the sky after seeing everything.

‘ Flee, Yanho.’

* * *

“…What is this?”

Grand Master Gongling was speechless before the strange scene.

Even when they heard the news of the discovery of the legacy of the Sword Emperor, Shaolin did not move. Even when the Righteous Martial Alliance asked for help, Shaolin did not move.

As always, they stayed away from the secular world, only cultivating Buddhism.

But when they heard that the secret legacy of the Sword Emperor had been opened and that a massacre had begun, they could not remain on the sidelines.

People were dying.

Someone had to do something.

Although it was something that would stain him with the secular world, Grand Master Gongling decided to intervene.

Shaolin supported his decision and ordered him to take his disciples to calm the situation.

So they traveled without rest, but…

“Don’t push me!”

“Hey, buddy! It’s so narrow here, how can I not push you! Do you think I want to be here?”

“Don’t hit me! Don’t you know what happens if there is a mistake? Attack of madness, attack of madness!”

“Do you want to have a crazy attack now?”

Gongling’s long white hair trembled.

“What… is going on?”

The scene before her eyes was unexpected. In fact, it was so unexpected that she wondered if it was right to call it unexpected. It was a scene she had never imagined.

Many people surrounded a white carriage.

That wasn’t weird.

If the owner of the carriage had recovered the legacy of the Sword Emperor, and the crowd was trying to remove it, it was a normal situation.

But if everyone was on their knees writing something, it was strange.

“Find out what’s going on.”

“Yes.”

The person who received the order of Grand Master Gongling quickly approached the carriage.

“Who are you?”

“Will you die if you skip the line?”

But before he could approach the carriage, he was stopped by those who were waiting.

“Amida But, I’m Musan de Shaolin. I heard there was a massacre, so I came to investigate. I’m here to ask what’s going on, so I would appreciate it if you would let me through.”

It was a courteous request.

But the answer was not polite.

“Letting you through? Should I break your head? Oh, it’s already broken.”

“Hey! What blasphemy! Monk, this is not a place for someone like you, who is dedicated to Buddhism. If you don’t want to break your bowl, go.”

“I am from Shaolin! Idiot!”

“Shaolin? What is Shaolin? Even if Daerim arrives, you will not be able to pass, so go to the end of the line! With this secret book, Shaolin means nothing!”

Musan, after receiving many insults, backed back and left at the end of the line.

Gongling grabbed his forehead when he saw that.

Who are those who don’t move even after hearing Shaolin’s name, and who is that one who lines up obediently?

“What’s going on?”

Finally, Gongling couldn’t contain himself and shouted.

Everyone looked at Gongling.

“What?”

“A monk?”

“Huh? It’s Shaolin.”

And that was it.

People, who had looked curiously at Shaolin’s arrival, looked back down and continued to write.

“…….”

Gongling, who had never been ignored that way, did not know what to do.

Although he was upset, he could not protest being ignored, as the weight of Shaolin’s name was too great.

While trying to contain his anger, Gongling was about to ask something when a person in a family uniform came out of the crowd and greeted him.

“Great Master Gongling, I am Gong Mujin of Mount Hua. We met before.”