89 Chapter 88 (2/2)
That's when one of the men could not help but have a conflicted expression on his face. Noticing this, another man in the group asked him.
”What's up with you? You don't feel good about killing a monk? Are you some Buddhist or some pious believer?”
The man then shook his head.
”N-no, it's not that. Don't you think it's weird?”
”What is?”
”I mean, see how we're talking with him… can you even figure out who is a monk, and who isn't?”
”Uh-… erm…”
”A monk known for his dirty talks… dirty temperament… don't you understand where I'm going with this?”
”W-wait… Demon Destroying Monk?”
Ji Myung then turned to look at them as he heard them mention his nickname.
”Oh? You know me?”
”SHIT!”
They all became pale as their theory proved to be true. They tried to run, but it was too late. It was because one of them had already charged at Ji Myung with his sword.
Of course, the man's attempt to attack failed with a single punch breaking the momentum of the attack...and the man's arm.
”I don't like pointless killing. So, why don't all of you get lost before I pull that arm of yours and whoop all of your asses?”
Ji Myung was no ordinary monk who refrained from killing. There was a reason why Ji Myung was known as the Feral Dog of the Sorim and Hwachun Clan.
”Aaaaaargh!”
It wasn't about just losing a girl. It was a matter of life and death for them. They all began running away with all their might, with Ji Myung laughing so hard at such a sight.
”Hahahahaha! Look at you all! Amidabuddha!”
Ji Myung then turned to look at the girl he just saved and sighed.
”We can't talk here, so let's go to my temple.”
He then grabbed the girl and ran back to his temple.
At the very moment Ji Myung arrived at his temple and placed the girl down on the courtyard, the girl let out a large breath and began shouting in an excited voice. It seemed like her terror for almost being raped was now gone.
”Whoa! Bhante, you're so fast! You ran through that forest like the wind!”
”It's called the Light Foot Art.”
”Oh. Is it a martial art?”
”Yeah. So, what is your name, pretty one?”
”Ah. I'm Ha Goyun.”
”Flying Swallow? The name fits you quite well. Anyways, you seem like a gal raised in a good family. Where you from?”
”I… I… I'm from Munyun Ha Family.”
”Munyun Ha?”
”Yes, Bhante. Sadly, my family collapsed, and I was sold to slave traders and was separated from my brother. I was being taken to a brothel.”
The girl began to shed tears of sadness. Ji Myung became uncomfortable at that. Because of his experience of being sold to the gladiator ring, he had a soft spot for young ones who were sold to slave traders.
'Then again… I don't like being alone in this large temple anyway.'
”Oh well. You can stay here then.”
”Thank you!”
And just like that, there was a new addition to the temple. Ha Goyun had a keen eye, as well as a high rate of comprehension. Not only that, her personality was also straightforward. As such, she went along nicely with the hot-tempered Ji Myung. Her tireless jabbering kept Ji Myung out of boredom. Ji Myung wasn't well educated, so he gave up on teaching words, teaching her martial arts instead.
Of course, he did not teach her the ways of Sorim Temple as it would be dangerous to her. Instead, he taught her a martial art that he created himself, and Ha Goyun proved to be a perfect student with a high rate of comprehension, no matter the method of teaching Ji Myung used.
And so, they lived together for two years until Ji Myung heard the news of the gladiator ring, coming to Hakyung Village to solve it.