Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 152

**Chapter 152: The Holgazan Sells it (2)**

“Oh, Grand Master Gong. Long time.”

“Great Teacher is too much. Please call me Gong.”

Gong Mujin bowed his head respectfully. Both for his position and for his reputation in the martial world, Grand Master Gongling was someone who could not be treated lightly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet a monk so hard to see, but it doesn’t seem like the time for friendly chats. Could you explain what’s going on?”

“As you see.”

Gong Mujin pointed to the carriage.

“As I see… what has happened to the legacy of the Sword Emperor?”

“They’re copying it right now.”

“Copying?”

“Yes. Right now.”

When listening to Gong Mujin, Gongling looked back at the crowd. People had a book each and they were copying it quickly.

“And… then… that’s…?”

“Yes.”

Gong Mujin responded with an uncomfortable smile.

“It is the Treasure of the Sword Emperor.”

“The Treasure of the Sword Emperor?”

Gongling could not understand the situation. The Treasure of the Sword Emperor was the secret book left by the Sword Emperor, why were so many people copying it at the same time?

Seeing Gongling’s expression of doubt, Gong Mujin looked up into the sky.

How am I supposed to explain this?

“E… then…”

After hearing the explanation, Gongling exclaimed with amazement:

“Do you mean you sold the legacy of the Sword Emperor for money?”

“According to him, as the original preserves, he did not sell it, but allowed it to be copied.”

“It’s the same.”

“Right.”

“Who is that monk?”

“Great Teacher.”

Gong Mujin, with respect and concern for Grand Master Gongling, gave him advice that he considered essential.

“I recommend that you avoid any contact with that demon for your own Buddhist practice and for the rest of your life.”

“A… demon?”

“Someone who seduces the hearts of men, a demon.”

Grand Master Gongling looked at Gong Mujin with disbelief. “If only he heard the words, it would seem a criticism, but he could see the undeniable affection on Gong Mujin’s face.

‘What kind of boy is he?’

Gong Mujin, the Spirit of the Sword of the Plum Flower, was known for his severe and sharp character. Even his companions feared him.

Therefore, he should be the next leader for his skill and reputation, but it was said that the current leader was concerned about his lack of charisma.

That someone like him showed this kind of affection for someone who wasn’t his disciple was something very strange to Gongling.

“Can I meet that boy?”

“…Great Teacher, I warned you.”

“Hahahaha.”

Gongling smiled and said:

“There are many people in the world, and leading them to a peaceful world is a Buddhist’s duty. He doesn’t seem to be a bad boy, so he’s fine.”

Gong Mujin shook his head.

I couldn’t stop him if he wanted to, what could be done?

One must experience the consequences.

Gong Mujin led Gongling to Wei Yanho.

“I told you not to push me! Do you want to die?”

Someone who was copying in a narrow space got angry because someone pushed him.

“What did I do?”

“Get out of here! I will kill you before you finish writing.”

“Good!”

Gong Mujin coughed.

“Khem!”

The two people who saw Gong Mujin slightly bowed their heads.

“Have you forgotten that young Wei said he would drive out anyone who caused trouble?”

“……I’m sorry.”

“We will write in silence.”

“Khem.”

Gongling started sweating.

‘Those people… look familiar…’

If even he, who did not know the martial world much for caring for the temple, recognized them, they should be quite famous. It was strange to see them copying a book on the road, and even more strange that they would obey by just mentioning the name of young Wei.

‘Has his power subdued everyone?’

But is that possible?

According to what you heard, Wei Yanho was a young man who had not yet reached the age of majority, do you mean he accomplished something that even the leader of a powerful sect could not do?

Gongling felt even more curious about Wei Yanho.

‘It’s in that carriage.’

Gongling looked at the carriage with some tension.

“Young Wei, come out. Shaolin’s Grand Master Gongling has come to see you.”

“…….”

Although Gong Mujin called him politely, there was no reply from the carriage.

Gongling waited patiently, but Gong Mujin, upset by Wei Yanho’s laziness, even in front of Gongling, shouted:

“If an adult comes, you should at least show your face!”

“Hey!”

Then a head came out of the carriage.

‘Wei… Wei?’

Why did you leave the carriage at the top?

Gongling was surprised to see the head coming out of the carriage. Although he had heard that he was young, he was a childish-looking boy.

‘He’s the same age as Musan…’

“They said Shaolin’s Grand Master Gongling had come! Even your father wouldn’t dare just stick his head out in front of Grand Master Gongling! Get down immediately!”

Wei Yanho shivered at his father’s mention.

‘Snot, I am now above you.’

Gongling was a very influential figure in Shaolin. Gong Mujin did not want Wei Yanho to fall badly with Gongling. Although he wanted to kick Wei Yanho’s ass, only he could do it, not Shaolin.

That’s why he mentioned Wei Jeonghan’s name to make Wei Yanho more respectful.

“Ugh.”

Wei Yanho jumped off the roof of the carriage and bowed to Gongling.

“I am Wei Yanho, the second son of the Wei family.”

“Oh, the Wei family. So, you are the son of Grand Master Wei Jeonghan, the Sword of the Righteous Hero.”

Wei Jeonghan had a great reputation. Members of the righteous sects tended to show respect and admiration by hearing his name.

‘It’s strange.’

At home, he’s a pathetic father controlled by his wife, but out of the house, his reputation increases.

“I heard you got the legacy of the Sword Emperor. Is it true?”

“Yes. It’s true.”

“…and it is also true that you are allowing others to copy it.”

“Yes. It’s true.”

Wei Yanho was respectful.

‘What’s the problem?’

He knows Wei Yanho isn’t used to tagging, but it’s not a big problem, he’s making an effort to be respectful.

“Monje.”

Gongling said seriously.

“The spirit of not sticking to material objects is very similar to Buddhism. It’s something not anyone can do, giving up a treasure so easily at an early age. I’m very impressed, Amida But.”

“Amida But.”

Gongling put his hands together first, and Shaolin’s disciples did the same, showing respect for Wei Yanho.

“Huh?”

What are they saying?

“But if this object spreads throughout the world, there will be problems.”

“Huh?”

Wei Yanho shook his head, without understanding.

“You will not give it to us? We will not do it out of greed. We promise to use it for the development and peace of the martial world.”

“No, you don’t even understand…”

At that moment, Gong Mujin ran to Wei Yanho and covered his mouth. Wei Suryun also shouted and clung to Wei Yanho’s waist, and I Seolhwa coughed heavily to silence Wei Yanho.

Gong Mujin whispered:

“Young Wei, with respect! Respect! Adult! Adult! Wei Jeonghan!”

Although it seemed messy, the message of talking with respect thinking about his father was clearly conveyed.

“Okay.”

Wei Yanho nodded and said:

“Great Master, I understand what you say, but this is mine. I can do whatever I want with him.”

“…….”

Is he respectful?

His posture, with his hands together and his head bent, was very respectful, but his tone was strange.

“And I’m not selling the secret book. I’m allowing you to copy it. As I have the original, I’m not selling it. I’m offering it at a low price.”

Gongling’s expression changed.

“How much?”

“Two ounces of gold.”

“Two… two ounces.”

Gongling’s expression got worse.

Sell the secret book of the Sword Emperor for two ounces of gold!

No, he’s not giving the original, but allowing it to be copied, so two ounces seems fair, and since the copies aren’t different from the original, two ounces seem too cheap…

“But if you distribute the secret book in this way, it could spread throughout the martial world.”

“That will not happen. Look.”

Wei Yanho pointed to one side.

The people who were lining up at the desk where Seomun Dayeon was sitting with an empty expression were writing diligently.

“What’s that?”

“An oath.”

“An oath?”

Wei Yanho smiled.

“Even if I sell copies here, if those who buy them also sell copies, the demand will decrease. That’s why they take an oath not to make copies of the book they copied today. I only give the book to people with a verified identity.”

“W… really?”

Gongling looked at Wei Yanho as if he was seeing something inexplicable.

‘Should I say that he has no desire to possess it, or that he is too greedy?’

It could be said that he is not greedy as a warrior, as he shares the secret book with others, but asking for two ounces of gold per copy is an incredible commercial tactic.

“But…”

While Gongling was considering how to interpret the situation, someone approached Wei Yanho and said:

“I’m sorry, I’m late… what if I don’t have money now?”

“Look.”

The man shivered at the place Wei Yanho pointed to.

Luoyang branch of the Galactic Bank ( ).

Under a large banner, a man with a greedy expression was waving a bag of money.

“You can borrow there.”

“…Yes.”

The man walked away slowly.

A horrible scene where the popular economy and personal loans were increasing.