Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 156

**Chapter 156: The Holgazan sells it (6)**

Gong Mujin became angry, but Wei Yanho stood firm.

“You can’t call your father ‘father’!”

“What do you say?”

“What did I do wrong? I just said I was bald.”

“You shave your head! You are not bald! A bald is someone who has no hair!”

“Grow up, grow up, hair!”

“Fucking brat!”

Gong Mujin was about to suffer a heart attack.

“Snotty! Don’t you have the slightest respect for Buddhists?”

“Why should I respect them?”

“You must respect them! They are people who renounce pleasures and seek enlightenment!”

“Ha! They don’t give up pleasures, they live comfortably. They feed them, they teach them martial arts, and people respect them. What better life is there?”

Huh?

Makes sense.

Gong Mujin looked at himself with a strange expression, and Musan denied with his hand, nervous.

“The teacher said that the Buddhists of Shaolin, Wudang, Taoism and others are hypocrites. If they like Buddhism so much, they should read sutras, why do they learn martial arts to kill people?”

Gong Mujin looked around several times, knowing Gongling was not present.

He just hoped those words wouldn’t get to Gongling’s ears.

“Ugh, you fucking boy.”

Gong Mujin, as if he couldn’t control Wei Yanho, backed back and told Musan:

“I can’t help you anymore. Solve it yourself.”

“…Thank you for your help.”

Musan, sweating, approached Wei Yanho.

‘This is not a common monk.’

For him, who had lived under the strict rules of Shaolin, Wei Yanho, who cursed and spoke nonsense without stopping, was someone he had never met.

Is that how hell it would be?

Musan put his hands together and recited prayers. “But he had received a mission from his master to Shaolin. He had to resolve this.”

“I know it’s a blatant request, but I hope you understand my situation.”

“Is it a petition or a threat?”

Wei Yanho rolled in the carriage and fell. “Just before touching the ground, he turned and landed, looking at Musan with a serious expression.

“Monster, that’s not something I should say who’s asking for a favor. Why should I be the one to understand your situation? Why should I consider your situation?”

“Not my situation, but the situation of Shaolin…”

“No, why should I consider Shaolin’s situation? The richest sect in the world says it has no money and asks for something free, and you want me to understand it? Bah! The beggars are better!”

Wei Yanho said something Jangil would have enjoyed, and then gestured with his hand.

“Let’s be direct.”

Wei Yanho interrupted Musan and went straight to the point.

“So… they need the secret book, but they can’t afford it, can they?”

“…….”

“Wow, they are thieves.”

“No! It is not so! I have no intention of taking the secret book by force.”

“Then why do you mention Shaolin? Is it something like, ‘I am from Shaolin, so do as I say’?”

“No! It’s not like that! Amida But! I never intended that.”

“So this isn’t in Shaolin’s name, but something you did?”

“How could I represent Shaolin’s position? This is something I did alone.”

If Musan said he was representing Shaolin, Shaolin would be said to be oppressing a child to get the secret book.

I could feel the looks of those who were copying the secret book, hoping that I would give them a free copy.

Musan’s habit was soaked in sweat.

It seemed like he could fall into the abyss if he said something wrong.

I’ve never been in such a dangerous situation before.

“Well, that’s fine. If it’s personal, there’s no problem giving you the secret book.”

“Huh?”

Musan blinked.

You can’t give it to Shaolin, but you can give it to Musan.

What kind of person is he?

“One moment.”

Before Musan could finish thinking, Wei Yanho went to the front of the carriage and took something.

“Here. Sign here.”

‘A deal?’

I had already seen people sign an agreement not to divulge the secret book.

The hand of Musan, who was about to sign without hesitation, stopped.

“…… just a moment.”

Wei Yanho looked at Musan curiously.

“If I sign this, won’t I be able to show the secret book to other Shaolin monks?”

Wei Yanho smiled and responded.

“That’s obvious.”

Musan’s hand trembled.

Then, it wouldn’t make sense to get the secret book. If he signed the agreement and took the secret book, he could be accused of staying with it.

“M… monk.”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t represent Shaolin?”

When Wei Yanho looked at Musan with a serious expression, Musan began to sweat.

“Are you lying to me? A monk? It seems that modern monks deceive people. I don’t think a monk lies, do you?”

Was the last word ‘truth’ or ‘speak’?

Musan, who was focusing on minor details, shook his head and said:

“Of course, I don’t represent Shaolin. But as a Buddhist, I can’t keep something I should share with my peers.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Wei Yanho nodded.

“Well, even if it sounds strange, if a Buddhist has to do it, what can be done? There is no other choice.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

“No, I should thank you.”

“… eh?”

Wei Yanho wrote something quickly and gave it to Musan.

“Sign here.”

“What is this?”

“What do you think it is? An IOU.”

“An IOU?”

“Don’t worry. I’m not so strict. I heard there are about 500 monks in Shaolin. So, I’ll collect half. Five hundred ounces of gold.”

“… what… what… five hundred?”

Musan’s head started to get dizzy.

Five hundred ounces of gold?

It was a huge amount I had never imagined. Musan’s hand trembled.

You want me to pay five hundred ounces of gold?

“I’m giving you a great discount.”

“M… monk!”

“Well, honestly, if I give you the secret book, a lot of people will see it, so you should give me half. Don’t you think you’ll keep it as a thief? Are you from Shaolin?”

Gong Mujin, who was listening, shouted.

“This is too much! There is nowhere to sell a copy for five hundred ounces of gold!”

“How many are there on Mount Hua? I thought I’d give you a discount for our friendship…”

“After a good thought, five hundred ounces of gold is a fair price.”

“…… G… Grand Master Gong.”

Gong Mujin, his last hope, coughed several times and looked up at the sky.

‘I’m sorry.’

If he came back without a copy of the secret book of the Sword Emperor, the leader could lock him up for ten years. It was better to close his eyes to this little injustice.

“Shaolin has a lot of money.”

“But they only pay two ounces of gold.”

“It’s because they don’t show it to anyone other than their family.”

“…….”

Suddenly, something came up to Musan.

“All Shaolin’s disciples are like a family!”

Wei Yanho snapped his tongue at Musan’s final attack.

“If you weren’t a monk, you’d be a scammer. What a scam! There isn’t a family of five hundred!”

Musan’s head fell.

It didn’t work.

When Musan recited strong prayers, Wei Yanho smiled and offered a concession.

“Well, I think you’re right. Three hundred ounces of gold. I can’t go down any further.”

“But…”

“Monje, listen to me well. There are no more negotiations. If you try to get the secret book in another way, you will have to kill me and take it away.”

“How could I have such thoughts?”

“Even if the abbot came in person, I will not sell him for less than three hundred ounces of gold. The same for other sects. So, bring three hundred ounces of gold, or go.”

Musan began to doubt.

Getting the secret book of the Sword Emperor for three hundred ounces of gold was not a bad deal.

“But I don’t have three hundred ounces of gold now.”

“Then you will have to sign an IOU.”

Wei Yanho smiled and gave him an IOU.

“In a fair, very just way.”

Musan’s expression went blank when he saw the promissory note.

“Monje, the party that says the borrower will be Wei Yanho’s servant until he pays the debt…”

“Isn’t it obvious? Who would you trust to lend so much money? I can lend to Shaolin, but three hundred ounces of gold is a huge amount to lend to a monk.”

“…This is not something I can decide.”

“Yeah? Ugh, what a nuisance, there’s no choice. One moment.”

♪ Thawack! ♪

As soon as he finished talking, Wei Yanho disappeared.

“Huk!”

Musan was surprised to see Wei Yanho suddenly disappear and looked around.

“W…what…”

He heard a click behind him.

“That’s why ghosts can’t take it away. It’s more elusive than a ghost, what ghost would dare take it away? Bah!”

Musan felt like he was possessed by a ghost.

How long has it been?

♪ Thawack! ♪

Wei Yanho appeared again. With an expression of annoyance, he handed a scroll to Musan.

“Here.”

“……What is this?”

“A message from your teacher.”

“M… message?”

Wei Yanho had gone to Shaolin to get a message from Gongling in that short time?

It was amazing, but…

Musan took the scroll with trembling hands and opened it.

Musan, listen.

We do not know what will happen if this secret book spreads. For the martial world, we must bring this secret book to Shaolin as soon as possible to study it. Getting the secret book is the most important thing.

So, sign the promissory note, and take the secret book to Shaolin. As soon as we get back, I’ll convince the abbot to send the money.

In the meantime, stay with young Wei. Anyway, that was the plan, so it’s perfect.

If it’s not you, who’s going to hell?

“M… dammit!”

That was the time when Musan, who would later be known as the Grand Master Musan, cursed for the first time in his life.