He asked for food, and the monks of Shaolin did not refuse. Scarlet smiled at Lee Sung-min as if he were looking through her, and Sung-min felt awkward for no reason.
Maybe it was because it was too early for lunch but in the restaurant there were very few people eating. Few of them were monks who had their heads shaved. Scarlet looked at the heads of the hairless monks in wonder, and Lee Sung-min poked her in the side with his elbow.
âThatâs rude.â
âI said something,â Scarlet grunted.
Sung-min sat in a vacant seat, and shortly after, a little peanut brought him some food. From the look of the Shaolinâs food, it looked like a stump. The liver was a little sour, but this one was more of a pick-me-up for Scarlet.
During the meal, the monks in the cafeteria did not care about Lee Sung-min and Scarlet. Thanks to their silence, neither Lee Sung-min nor Scarlet spoke.
At the end of a quiet meal, âLee Sung-min,â one of the passengers approached.
Lee Sung-min, who was emptying his plate and drinking tea, looked at the man with his eyes wide open then bowed his head.
âThe Abbot wants to see you. â
â⊠me?â
âYes.â
If one were a moderator, it would be like talking about a bizarre immortal. In the meantime, it seemed that Nam Gong-hee had spoken to the Immortal Ambassador.
When Sung-min looked at Scarlet, she flicked her chopsticks then flicked his head. âBye. â
âWhat about you?â
âIâll just have a look around. Itâs not gonna take long anyway, is it?â
âThatâs something we need to talk about.â
âJust go,â Scarlet lowered her chopsticks.
Lee Sung-min nodded slightly. Then Lee Seong-min got up, he turned around and went out of the restaurant.
After Seong-min followed the man out of the restaurant, he started walking. No, we should call it skating. It was a strange new way of doing things. Every time he reaches one step forward, the little body swoops and slides forward. If the usual new method was to make the body move quickly, the new method unfolded seemed to fold the space between the steps.
(T/N: The above context shows the man gliding through space/air while Seong-min tries to follow him.)
He was a rational man who had little shortage in the air and had trained his immortal soul to enter neogenetics, but he barely pursued the steps of the equator. He walks out the back door of Shaolin and then starts up the mountain path.
Lee Sung-min wondered where he was headed. It was because the Nam Gong Hee Won, who was meeting the Immortal Ambassador, and the successors of the other Segas, did not go out the back door.
âIs it true weâre heading for the Immortal Ambassador?â
âYes.â
When Lee Sung-min asked aloud, the man became upset.
The road was no longer a path. The pearl crossed between the trees like a small animal, and Sung-min also followed behind the pearl.
âI wonder how long itâs been running.â
They ran the law of Psalms against each other, so they were quite far from Shaolin. It was the entrance of a small cave where one man could barely enter.
âThis is it,â He turns away, saying that, âThe Immortal Ambassador is in here.â
Along with the end of the horse, Dongseung joined forces and disappeared into a mist in front of Lee Sung-minâs eyes. Lee Sung-min was flawed and looked at the place where there was a child. There was nothing. The fog has already dissipated.
[What are you doing? without coming inside.] The voice that was ringing in his head was not a phonograph.
Lee Sung-min looked around.
The voices echoing all around were making it impossible to confirm its origin.
[Aya. Itâs in here.]
âMy voice tugged at my tongue.â
Inside the cave, Lee Sung-min was nervous and swallowed a dry saliva. Then he slowly walked into the entrance of the cave.
âI could barely get into the cave if I lowered my body slightly.â
Inside the cave, a light was illuminating, and Lee Sung-min went forward using it as a direction chart. As he walked in, the ceiling of the cave became higher, so he was able to walk even with his waist lifted.
âIndeed.â
At the end of the cave, the old man sat on his throne. The old manâs eyes narrowed when he saw Lee Sung-min walking in. Deep wrinkles and long beards tell the story of the old manâs life.
âYou are beloved by Hezee,â The old man muttered. The meaning was unknown.
â⊠Who are you?â
âYou know and you ask. Ajah. Are you asking because you donât know who I really am?â The old man giggles and laughs.
Lee Sung-min hesitated and opened his mouth, â⊠a bizarre immortal ambassador.â
âThatâs right. Iâm a freak,â The Immortal Ambassador smiled.
Since he is the head of Shaolin, he imagined he was a powerful master. It seemed like an old monster, what Lee Sung-min felt to the immortal ambassador in front of him.
âWhat was that?â
âItâs magic,â the Immortal Ambassador said.
He was also concerned about the answer, but what disturbed Lee Sung-min was another word that the Immortal Ambassador muttered, âWhatâs the meaning of an aggravatingâŠ? â
âMonster, opower, pelant, ghost, mysterious beings and phenomena beyond human understanding. I mean, all of it.â
âWhat does it mean to be loved by a violent god?â
âIt means exactly what it means, Ayaya. You are blessed by demons, blessed by the care of the mighty and the blessings of Pelant.â The face of the immortal ambassador who said that seemed pleasant, but Lee Sung-min was not pleasant.
I didnât know what âdysfunctionalâ meant, but I didnât think the Immortal Ambassador would give me the right answer.
âCanât you just tell me the truth instead of turning around?â
âAha. If I had been able to do that, I would have stripped the flesh and lifted myself to heaven and sat on a throne. Itâs been a long time, but itâs still a long time.â
After all, I canât tell you the truth again.
Lee Sung-min smiled, frustrated, then settled down.
âHow did you know?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhatâs with all the aggravation? Do you think the Immortal Ambassador sees my causality distorted?â
âCausality? I donât know what that means. Aha. What Iâm talking about is⊠itâs quite literal. Out of the scope of understanding, which humans donât understand. Mysterious beings and all that,â the immortal ambassador said that with a sinister smile. The old man with the wrinkled, bearded face looked strangely like that.
â⊠I⊠have lots of questions.â
âI canât answer that for myself. Every human being who enters the abyss of mortality cannot give you an answer.â
â⊠Can a god of mortality answer that?â
âIf the god you speak of exists in this world, they cannot answer you,â The Immortal Ambassador giggled and laughed.
The laughter and the words held a strange echo. Lee Sung-min fixed his face and asked words held a strange echo, âWhy?â
âBecause they are no different from humansâŠ. if you want to know what a tough guy who loves you is, yes. Youâd better die quick. Then you will be able to be close to the mysterious being.â
âWhat nonsenseâŠâ Lee Seong-min muttered.
The fire ambassador closes his eyes slightly. A moment later, when the eyes of the Immortal Ambassador opened, his eyes were full of white without any trace of black.
When Lee Sung-min and the Immortal Ambassadorâs eyes met, he swallowed his breath heavily.
âHead north,â the immortal dialogue resounded in Lee Sung-minâs head.
My breath stops. My heart doesnât beat. I tried to blink, but my eyelids didnât move.
âNorth, where the ice caps wonât melt. If you have a relationship, youâll meet a nobleman. No, it will be.â
I canât hear my voice. Has⊠time stopped? No, time is running out.
âFive years later, When winter freezes over. Then,â that was the last thing he said.
The light disappeared from the eyes of the Immortal Ambassador. It was not until the eyes of the Immortal Ambassador, who was tilting his head for a moment, returned to normal that the time slowed down and was accelerated.
Lee Sung-min blinked his eyes and kept his mouth shut. âThat wasâŠâ
âDonât ask,â the Immortal Ambassador swoops over his head, âI donât remember what I said to you. What I just had in my body was not me, but the Holy Spirit. Chuckle! Itâs a little ridiculous to talk about a spirit, not a Buddha, with my head shaven.â
Iâm confused in my head.
The Immortal Ambassador was very foreign compared to other people Lee Sung-min had met so far. Especially what the Spirit just said. North, where the ice caps wonât melt. Five years later, when winter freezes over.
Lee Sung-min frowned, thinking about what he said. â⊠why are you saying this to me?â
âChuckle! Aha, you keep asking me questions I canât answer. It is not that you do not answer, but that you cannot answer. It would be impossible for most beings to answer your question,â The immortal ambassador reached out his hand saying so.
âSword Dragon. Iâve heard stories from that arrogant boy. I heard you have the Shaolin paperwork. What do you have?â
â⊠have the right to immunity, the right to protect me, and the right to drink.â
âItâs not that great of a bureaucracy. The representative law of Shaolin is Vaccine, the representative law is My Aid, and the representative law is Moon & Moon. Do you know what that means? It means itâs common.â
Listening to the immortal ambassador, Lee Sung-min took out the three volumes of blank books he had in his arms.
âHow did you get your hands on the unusual?â
â⊠I found a corpse.â
âThe corpse. Who was it?â
â⊠Xeon.â
âXeon. Yes. There was one in Shaolin.â
Xeon, Shaolinâs fastest disciple, who was wielding his notoriety in Behenger.
Shaolinâs director, Immortal Ambassador, was all he could think about. Immortality ambassadors left behind some papers received from Lee Sung-min.
Lee Sung-min was dumbfounded as he had no idea that the books he had brought here would be treated like that.
âItâs old. Take it.â The Immortal Ambassador rummages through his possessions and throws something stacked on paper to Lee Sung-min.
Lee Sung-min stretched out his hands and received it.
âGreat company. Eat up,â the immortal ambassador said, revealing this.
At that, Lee Seong-min opened the paper in shock. Just as the Immortal Ambassador said, inside, he found a spectacular group that exudes a pleasant fragrance.
âIf youâre such a common artisan, why are you giving me the Great Sage?â
âAh-ha, youâre such a dick to me. Why, if you donât want to, can you switch to the fire brigade?â
âNo, Iâm not saying noâŠâ Lee Seong-min shook his head.
The immortal ambassador smiled greatly.
âWijihoyeon.â
Lee Sung-minâs shoulders flinched when the ambassador spit out the name.
âAbout a month ago. A boy named Wijihoyeon came here.â
â⊠Yes?â
âWijihoyeon. Itâs called the Little Horse. Itâs so weird. The child I saw called Wijihoyeon was not called Sothon Ma. Currently, there are three children called âHeavenly Horseâ in this world, including the girl. In my opinion, the child called âHeavenly Horseâ was the closest to the star sign.â
The Immortal Ambassador smiled. Sword dragon Nam Gong-hee Won⊠said that Gwangcheon Maâs Wall is the right person for the stars. However, Shaolinâs director, Immortal Ambassador, says that Wijihoyeon is closest to the star sign, âThousand Horses.â
âThe boy has the fate of the king. Unless heâs caught up in a transcendent prank, heâll be in absolute existence. Iâve lived a long time, but Iâve never seen a child more powerful and capable than him.â
â⊠why did you say that to me?â
âHe said the name is Lee Sung-min.â The eyes of the Immortal Ambassador bent.
âI talked a lot with Wijiho-yeon. The fate and qualities of his king will soon be the thousand horses that rule over him, subduing him. It was just a curiosity. What kind of life did the child who would inevitably become a giant live in this world? What was the encounter like?â
Lee was silent as he wondered what the Immortal Ambassador would say and what Wijiho-yeon would say. Lee Sung-min was intrigued by the name âLee Sung-minâ.
âThe first friend I ever made. Thatâs what they say. Thatâs why I became interested in the name Sung-min. I didnât think that Lee Sung-min would be loved by a violent person.â
The Immortal Ambassador laughed.
Lee Sung-min laughed a little, and what the immortal ambassador said made him feel a little heartfelt. The first friend he ever made and his only friend.
The only thing Iâm going to do⊠now that Iâm four years away from Wijiho-yeon, does that mean she hasnât made any friends beside me?
âIâve lived a long life. The whole shaman was already completed, but my qualities did not remove the mortal veil from the shamanâs end. I put my hands on a lot of this and that. Thatâs what the star sign is,â âhe chuckledâ âThe old man who is the head of Shaolin is eating, drinking and touching the arts and judgments. How can he not call him a pervert? Well, Iâm not complaining about my qualities that havenât seen the end of nothingness. Thanks to you, I was able to perform a few strange talents.â
The Immortal Ambassador raised his hand and swept down his bald head, âI knew you would come here. Yes. Ever since Wijiho-yeon came here a month ago⊠I knew âLee Sung-minâ would come here. So I told Wijiho-yeon that Lee Sung-min will be here in a month.â
â⊠What did Weijihoyen⊠said?â
ââWhat does it matter?â he asked,â The immortal ambassador laughed loudly.
âYou said itâs not your time yet. He asked me to do something about it. If you come here and your skills donât matter⊠just take a look at the work.â
There are still six years left until I promised to meet with Wijiho-yeon.
He made a promise when he was 14 years old, and he decided to meet when he was 24 years old. He was still 18 years old.
âYouâre weird. The second thing about being loved by a dysfunctional god⊠You are so weird. Sims, chi, sieves are all tangled up in a mess. Aha. Iâll tell you in my old age. If you go on like this, you will not last years and you will lose everything.â
âYes. Right now, youâre like a bomb thatâs going to explode. I havenât been able to touch your tangled body and soul for a long time.â
âThen⊠what should I do?â
âI donât know.â The immortal ambassador said with a cheeky face.
âWijiho-yeon. I like that kid. Iâve decided to take care of your shaman. Stay in Shaolin if you want. Maybe weâll get something if weâre lucky.â
âYou want to guide me?â
âIt is impossible to repair your deformed body, the seam, the chi and the torso. But I can take care of your skirting. Yes⊠But I canât lead these labors and guide you one by one. So,â
Geology. The battle for immortality resounded far away. Not long ago, a handsome young man entered the cave.
âThat child is the future of Shaolin.â
Even though he was handsome, he was bald. A young man, called âgeographyâ, who was subdued, bowed his head in unison toward Lee Sung-min and the non-immortal ambassador.
âLightly rub it in.â
Yesterday and today, there were so many people who wanted to dance.