Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 157

**Chapter 157: The Holgazan Enters the City (1)**

“Did you say Musan?”

To Saha’s question, Gwang Gusin Gye responded with a smile.

“You know him.”

“Do you mean the Grand Master Musan, known as the Living Buddha?”

“That’s right.”

Gwang Gusin Gye looked at Saha as if he wondered what was so surprising.

“You know that Musan, that monk, is related to Wei Yanho. Why are you so surprised?”

“I knew it, but…”

Saha, the Historian, sighed.

He knew.

It was well known that the Grand Master Musan (now known as the Living Buddha), the extravagant beggar Gwang Gusin Gye, and the King of the Peng Dogeuk Swords followed Wei Yanho, the Radiant Martial Sovereign.

“So, did the Sovereign meet Gwang Gusin Gye while begging, the Living Buddha while selling, and the King of the Swords while traveling?”

“That’s right.”

“What the… hell…”

When Saha first uttered a bad word, Gwang Gusin Gye laughed.

“That guy is like that.”

Saha sighed deeply.

But Gwang Gusin Gye didn’t seem to want to let him go so easily.

“Do you know why they call him the Living Buddha?”

“I don’t know.”

“Literally.”

“Huh?”

Gwang Gusin Gye said with regret:

“The phrase ‘Living Buddha’ has two meanings. One refers to someone whose Buddhist practice is so profound that he is called Buddha in life, and the other refers to someone with such unwavering patience that he would laugh even in extremely difficult situations.”

Gwang Gusin Gye asked with a malicious smile:

“What’s your case?”

“…….”

Saha couldn’t answer.

He already knew the answer, but he didn’t want to say it.

“Now, as it has been so long, people think, ‘Ah, your Buddhist practice must be very profound,’ but the reason you called it the Living Buddha was because you laughed when the Secret Book Room caught fire, saying, ‘If the secret books were burned, you just have to rewrite them.’”

“Does deep Buddhist practice increase patience?”

“What if the real Root Sutra was inside?”

“Wow!”

Saha’s face trembled.

The real Root Sutra.

It wasn’t just a treasure, it was Shaolin’s story and soul.

“He laughed when the Root Sutra burned, so people said he was crazy or that his Buddhist practice had reached heaven, hence the name Living Buddha.”

Saha barked her head.

“But if we consider that you have a deep Buddhist practice or long – suffering, isn’t that a good thing?”

“Do you think so?”

Gwang Gusin Gye began to smile.

“A person’s patience is something innate, but it can also be cultivated.”

Saha, understanding the situation through the words of Gwang Gusin Gye, sighed deeply.

“He must have suffered a lot.”

“A lot.”

Gwang Gusin Gye laughed.

“There’s something I don’t understand. Although the legacy of the Sword Emperor is incredible, how can you buy it for three hundred ounces of gold?”

“That’s something you can only say because you know the secret book is false.”

“…….”

“It’s not any secret book, it’s the legacy of the Sword Emperor. Many people would pay a fortune for it. People only paid two ounces of gold because that was the price. If I had said I would sell it for three hundred ounces of gold from the beginning, they would have bought it for that price.”

“Hmm…”

Saha thought Gwang Gusin Gye was right.

“And I think that…”

“Yes.”

“Great Master Gongling doesn’t make good sense for money.”

“…….”

“I don’t know what Wei Yanho and Grand Master Gongling said, but Grand Master Gongling wanted Musan to be next to Wei Yanho. Three hundred ounces of gold is not much for Shaolin.”

“Right.”

“That was the beginning.”

“The beginning?”

Gwang Gusin Gye nodded with a bitter expression.

“Musan, who had a strong character, began to be called the Living Buddha ever since. Grand Master Gongling underestimated Wei Yanho. If he had known that he would ruin his disciple, he would never have sent him with Wei Yanho.”

Saha asked with disbelief.

“But in the end, he is known as the Living Buddha and leads Shaolin. Didn’t everything go well?”

“Hahahaha.”

Gwang Gusin Gye laughed bitterly.

“Do you know what nickname he had before he was called the Living Buddha?”

“I don’t know…”

“The Bloody Arhat ()”

“Huh?”

Saha looked at Gwang Gusin Gye with amazement.

Bloody Arhat, how can a Shaolin monk have such a terrifying nickname?

Gwang Gusin Gye, the Mendigo, under Saha’s inquisitive gaze, said bitterly:

“He was very angry, very angry.”

Saha, who understood the cause of that anger, left the ink and paper game and looked out the window.

‘What a sunny day.’

* * *

“…… Has my teacher abandoned me?”

“Why would he do it?”

“But this message…”

“…No. It’s not like that.”

Gong Mujin desperately tried to comfort Musan.

But his words were in vain, and the message in Musan’s hands was too real.

‘This is a guarantee, is there any other guarantee?’

Nominally, Musan borrowed the money and Gongling would pay for it, but in reality, Gongling took the secret book and left Musan as collateral.

Musan signed the promissory note, but could not touch the secret book. Gongling had already taken a copy of Wei Yanho.

‘That bastard.’

Gong Mujin looked up with angry eyes.

“Brother! Say ‘ah’.”

“Ah~”

Wei Suryun was standing next to Wei Yanho, giving him candy.

‘Malvedos.’

What kind of candy were those?

Musan had run to buy sweets after Wei Yanho said, ‘Slave, I want sweets.’ No need to ask how much Musan had suffered to get them in the middle of the night.

But what?

“As I got a slave who can get candy faster than a red horse, no, it has a value of three hundred ounces of gold.”

‘I should check that guy’s head later.’

He’ll definitely have horns, only a demon could do this.

“Brother, how much have we won?”

“We?”

“Oh, how much did you earn, brother?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Even without counting the promissory note, about four hundred ounces of gold, and with the promissory note, about eight hundred.”

“Wow…”

Wei Suryun trembled at the enormous amount.

“I have never seen so much money in my dreams.”

When Wei Yanho opened his mouth again, Wei Suryun quickly gave him another sweet.

♪ Chewing ♪

Wei Yanho was in heaven.

He had a carriage that would take him to his destination, and sweet sweets in his mouth. And now, his pockets were full, so he had nothing to fear.

‘I suffered so much to earn a hundred ounces of gold.’

He was frustrated to remember the effort he had made to build the Sacred Hand Hall. Why did he suffer so much when there was such an easy method?

“People must live honestly. Look, as I am good, the treasure comes to me.”

Heaven must have made a big mistake.

“Brother, can we eat what we want now?”

“There is someone named Nok Mokpung in the palace.”

“Huh?”

“Learn to cook with it. You need to learn to control your weight. I will feed you until you become a pig!”

“Head, I don’t need that much.”

Wei Yanho looked at Wei Suryun and snapped his tongue.

His family was not poor, but could not afford luxuries. The family had been impoverished by the absence of Wei Jeonghan, and his lifestyle was frugal.

They said that most of their possessions had been destroyed during the demonic cult attack.

Wei Jeonghan, who should be making money, was pursuing justice, hunting demons and participating in duels, where would the money come from?

Families like the Namgung family had a huge fortune, but their family only used swords and needles, and they had no wealth.

“That’s why people have to make money.”

What’s the point of being strong?

I’ve never heard of sword skill feeding you.

Didn’t the teacher say?

The sword gives dignity, but food gives life.

‘You’re right.’

Wei Yanho felt a deep respect for his teacher. Hearing so many stories about Baek Muhan earning money in the martial world, he always wondered if he could make money with what he was doing.

If he only reduced his arrogance and violence, he would be a perfect teacher.

“Ah~”

When Wei Yanho opened his mouth, Wei Suryun smiled and was about to give him a sweet.

But someone went faster.

“Huh?”

Wei Suryun looked up, surprised, seeing who was giving a sweet to Wei Yanho.

‘Huh? Miss I Seolhwa?’

I Seolhwa, a disciple of Plum Blossom Sword Spirit, blushed and looked away as she met Wei Suryun’s gaze.

‘Oh, oh.’

It seemed that I Seolhwa had brought food because Wei Yanho was hungry, as he had dried meat and high quality snacks.

‘Give that to a man who is not from his family.’

Wei Suryun nodded as if he understood.

She was cute, and as a disciple of Mount Hua, she had a good origin. In fact, as a disciple of Plum Blossom Sword Spirit, her origin was excellent.

‘But something is missing.’

I Sheolhwa was a good candidate, but she was not worthy of her brother.

‘Good look, good family, excellent martial skills!’

Objectively!

Objectively, her brother was an exceptional man.

‘If he wasn’t so lazy.’

She sighed when she saw his dirty face for not washing herself. His laziness ruined everything.

Finally, Wei Suryun concluded that I Seolhwa was a good choice, and smiled kindly.

Then he discreetly offered him a sweet.

I Sheolhwa accepted the sweet in silence, nodded slightly and began giving sweets to Wei Yanho. The two women had formed an alliance.

But there was someone who couldn’t bear to see that.

“Do you have no hands or feet? Can’t you eat yourself?”

Gong Mujin shouted so loudly that it seemed he was going to destroy the carriage, and Wei Yanho sighed.

“That’s not important now.”

“What are you saying?”

“Oh, you know that.”

Gong Mujin shook and looked forward.

‘What is that light?’

Gong Mujin’s eyes narrowed.