Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 155

**Chapter 155: The Holgazan Sells it (5)**

“Yes.”

“Do you understand the situation?”

“Yes. I have not forgotten the teacher’s instructions not to lose sight of my disciple.”

Gongling nodded as he looked at Musan.

He was a disciple he had obtained at the end of his life, and was still inexperienced, but Musan was the person he trusted most at the time.

“As it is the secret book of the Sword Emperor, we do not know what can happen. The monk Wei Yanho, in my opinion, is too young and lacks the experience to face the difficulties of the martial world.”

“But Grandmaster, I don’t know the world well either.”

Gongling smiled.

“You may be right. But if you only seek enlightenment within the temple, you will never know the world. If you really want to attain enlightenment, you must know the world.”

Musan was moved by Gongling’s words full of wisdom.

‘How can I attain enlightenment without knowing the world?’

Enlightenment is a lonely and desolate path, but the end of enlightenment does not lie only in the individual search. If people’s lives are not known, how can their hearts be moved?

“Yes, Grand Master.”

Musan put his hands together, accepting the words of his master.

“And I have one more request.”

“Yes?”

Gongling approached and whispered in Musan’s ear.

Musan’s expression went blank when he heard Gongling’s words.

“……yes?”

Gongling smiled at Musan.

“Are you also asking for a loan?”

“…….”

Huang Chong and Musan looked at each other with discomfort. Huang Chong was surprised that a monk from Shaolin was wandering in front of the bank branch, and Musan was ashamed to have to wander through that place as a monk.

“Can I too?”

“Ah…”

Huang Chong felt he ran out of words for the first time since he entered this business.

“E… wait, what do I do…”

His identity was clear.

There is no one with a clearer identity than a monk from Shaolin. With that level of credit, I could lend him ten ounces of gold, not just two.

But there was a problem.

‘He is a monk.’

If Huang Chong had to choose two professions in Central Plains that have no connection with money, he would choose without hesitation the monks and beggars.

‘Your affiliation is clear, but…’

Although people don’t know, Shaolin and the Beggar Sect are two of the richest organizations in the martial world.

Shaolin is famous for the large amount of donations he receives, and the Beggar Sect has so many beggars that even if everyone asks for a small amount, they can get hundreds of ounces of gold in an instant.

The problem is that, although Shaolin and the Beggar Sect have a lot of money, monks and beggars do not.

“Hmm.”

Huang Chong began to reflect.

‘What will happen if this monk cannot pay the loan and asks Shaolin for help?’

Won’t they tell you that suffering is part of life and that you must solve it for yourself?

“Ugh.”

Huang Chong shook his head.

Shaolin wasn’t greedy, they didn’t use money for luxury, but to help the needy.

But Shaolin is extremely stingy with his own disciples. In addition to giving them clothes and basic food, they do not spend money on them.

Hence Shaolin’s reputation as a place that exploits his disciples to feed the poor.

“But… monk.”

Huang Chong sighed and said.

“As I also believe in Buddhism, doing business with you… it’s a bit…”

“I need it.”

“…… and… really?”

Musan, seeing Huang Chong surprised, recalled the conversation he had with his teacher.

“That young man will bring a storm. Even if he does not want to, he will become the center of a turbulent era. Follow him. If you stay by his side, you will be able to witness the turbulent era with your own eyes. If you get anything, it will be your fortune, and if you suffer, it will also be your fortune.”

So far, so good. The problem was what Gongling added next.

“Musan, we need this secret book for Shaolin’s development. But unfortunately, I didn’t think this would happen, so I didn’t bring money. I want to get some money, but there are no suitable temples or sects nearby. What do we do?”

‘Will they sell me?’

Musan trembled.

His teacher’s words were simple.

They needed the secret book, but they didn’t have any money, so a person should sacrifice to borrow, and then Shaolin would pay them back.

Since Gongling could not borrow for his position, Musan, the youngest and inexperienced in the group, should ask for the loan.

“Monje, this is a bit…”

Huang Chong scratched his head.

‘What a dilemma.’

The reason I could lend money to others was because they were alone.

Even if they were strong, ten fists could not beat a hundred. With the power of the Galactic Bank, I could control them even if they were powerful.

If they can be controlled, there are many uses for warriors.

Even if I sent them to the mines, a warrior could do the work of ten people. Winning an ounce of gold a year was not a problem.

But Musan was different.

Even if they said he didn’t belong to Shaolin, Huang Chong and the Galactic Bank wouldn’t dare sell a monk from Shaolin.

“Do you really need to borrow?”

“Yes. Amida But.”

‘Amida But should not be said here! What would Amida say?’

Huang Chong looked away, snapped his tongue and took Musan.

“V… come this way.”

“Yes.”

Huang Chong took Musan to Gong Mujin, who was resting next to the carriage.

“G… Grand Master Gong.”

“Yes?”

Gong Mujin rolled his head as he saw the two approaching.

“This monk wants a loan, but his identity is… doubtful, so I don’t know if I should.”

Gong Mujin laughed with disbelief.

“What does this have to do with me?”

“I know, but I have no one else to ask.”

Gong Mujin sighed and looked at Musan. “As he saw Musan avoiding his gaze with a blushing face, he felt sorry.

‘What a time.’

A monk asking for a loan. Even Buddha would turn around. Although it was Wei Yanho who caused this situation.

Gong Mujin covered his face after understanding the situation.

I get it.

After coming all this way, I wouldn’t want to leave empty-handed, and if this is the true legacy of the Sword Emperor, I’d want to get it to study it.

Although Shaolin’s martial arts are the best, if they do not study the martial arts of other sects, there will be differences in their response methods.

‘I understand, but…’

If another sect were in this situation, it would have tried to convince someone to make another copy.

Hearing that Wei Yanho had them sign an agreement, and that he was making copies honestly, you can say it’s Shaolin.

‘That righteousness could be the source of his strength for a thousand years.’

Walk the right way, even if it’s a muddy road.

It should be praised, but…

The problem is why they sent Musan.

Seeing the blushing face of Musan, he realizes that this is not right. If you are going to be honest, you should be more honest!

“Ugh.”

Gong Mujin shook his head and looked at the carriage where Wei Yanho was sleeping.

Gongling probably sent Musan thinking that Gong Mujin would solve the problem, and Huang Chong also knew it, so he brought Musan to Gong Mujin.

‘I cannot withdraw.’

Considering the relationship with Shaolin, it was best to resolve this matter as cleanly as possible.

“Young Wei.”

He called Wei Yanho, but Wei Suryun shook his head.

“My brother is sleeping!”

“…….”

If an adult calls, you should wake the child up! What am I supposed to do if he says he’s sleeping?

Gong Mujin looked away.

In the distance, there was Guang Dong.

‘Master, how did you raise your children?’

Although he felt some rivalry, he also respected it, but seeing his children like this, made him doubt the education of the Wei family.

‘Did he give everything to his eldest son?’

Fortunately, Wei Sanho, the Demon-Expelling Sword, was known for his justice and nobility.

Otherwise, the future of the Wei family would be hell.

“…Wake him up.”

“If I wake up my brother, he will be angry.”

Although that implied: ‘Why do you ask me if you know?’ Gong Mujin pretended not to understand.

‘Even so, you better wake him up than I do.’

Not only had the crowd seen Jeong Lip and Yi Liang be defeated. Gong Mujin had also witnessed the scene.

So far, Wei Yanho was strong, but he didn’t seem violent, but seeing Jeong Lip and Yi Liang, he began to worry about Seo Juak.

‘I must be careful.’

They had developed a friendship, but… that friendship could be just their own opinion.

“Please.”

When Gong Mujin humbled himself, Wei Suryun also bowed his head, surprised.

“I’ll wake him up right now.”

Gong Mujin smiled.

At least the youngest daughter knew something about etiquette and respect.

“Ah, why!”

That guy’s the problem!

That guy who just looks at his head and complains!

Gong Mujin coughed and said:

“Hey, young Wei. The monk Musan of Shaolin has come, and it seems he needs a copy of the secret book.”

“Why don’t you copy it?”

Musan and Gong Mujin exchanged glances.

“Khem, why would they have brought so much money if they didn’t need money?”

“Can’t they ask for a loan?”

When Gong Mujin stared, Huang Chong scratched his head and said with discomfort:

“Putting money to a monk…”

“Hmm…”

When Wei Yanho seemed to doubt, Musan spoke.

“I beg you to help me. Currently, I have no money. But if you help me, I will return the favor when I return to Shaolin.”

Wei Yanho shook his head listening to Musan.

“Then I will give you the book, and when I have money… I don’t know when it will be, but when I have it, I will send you the money.”

“…….”

Wei Yanho stared at Musan, who was silent. Then, he looked up.

Seeing Musan’s shaved head, Wei Yanho said as if he understood.

“Did you shave your head because you like free stuff?”

“Insolent brat! Blasphemy!”

Gong Mujin’s furious scream rang out on the street.