As Prophet - Chapter 218
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Episode 218. Assassination and Chaos
‘It’s him!’
The guy was right because he had a wound. If I swung my sword, I could take his life. I thought back to the past few days when I rushed in without thinking and failed. It was no different then and now. If they were very tense then, now they seemed to have given up and were half relieved.
‘Ahem, there’s no need to rush.’
There is no way to know where the organ will pop out and cover the bastard’s body. If this is their safe house, there must be a device that can protect him. Dalcheon, who was looking down with his eyes wide open, caught sight of a thin silver thread. It was a silver thread hanging in front of the bastard’s hand. If he pulled it, a device that could block any master’s attack would block his way.
‘That was it. I touched it without knowing what I was touching, so they noticed.’
Dalcheon looked around. Dalcheon looked for everything he needed for living. But there was nothing suitable.
I widened the hole with just my fingers. When it was big enough to fit a hand in, I put my hand in and pulled out one of the tangled threads at the bottom.
After slowly stretching the thread, he injected strength into the thread when it was almost touching the base of the bastard’s neck. The thin thread straightened out like a wire, and the tip stood up sharply like the head of a poisonous snake.
A moment later, a silver thread, stronger than an iron arrow, pierced the bastard’s neck.
“Huh!”
The man writhed in pain as he twisted his body. Then, Dalcheon was surprised when he saw the face behind the silver mask. It was the face of the former king.
I quickly pulled out the thread, but it was too late. A small red dot appeared on the bastard’s Adam’s apple and flowed down the side. Since it had already been stirred once inside, a person cannot live without dying.
Dalcheon’s head moved quickly.
Eunmyeon was the former king? Did the former king, worried about his sons’ rebellion, dig two caves?
No, was the prince, the king’s brother, a twin? I don’t know. Surprise, shock, and anxiety as if I had done something very wrong swept through my heart. That’s why I shouldn’t interfere in other people’s affairs.
The bastard’s body trembled. He opened his mouth and let out a gasp, and blood burst out of his mouth. Anyway, judging from the wound, the bastard was wearing a silver mask and was a good man. Dalcheon injected the inner energy, and the eunuch dug into the bastard’s small heart acupoint. The surprised eyes widened in surprise.
Dalcheon lifted the thread slightly, covered the plank with dirt again, and then put back in the tiles that had been removed.
“Phew.”
Now that the war is over, it seems like murder.
What could have happened? Why does he have the face of the former king? I need to check the secrets of the palace, the secrets that I don’t know. I think I know why many officials bowed down before Yeo-ui. Who would not listen when he gave orders with the face of the king? No one said anything, but Yeo-ui would have shown the face of the king when necessary. I wanted to cut off his head and hang it in front of Gwanghwamun, but that was impossible.
He left the place with his doubts still in his mind. The Anga of the Il-dae-gye where he thought he was sleeping was still quiet and peaceful.
‘Whew.’
Dalcheon, who returned to his quarters, was lost in thought. Why was Yeo-ui wearing the face of the former king? He thought he knew why she had covered her face. She would have taken it off when necessary. There must have been things that were not done by royal command. Didn’t the former king notice it? Suddenly, his agony was understood. Many things were explained by knowing the past and present. Even if I didn’t know their human truth, there were quite a few things that could be explained socially.
What if, for example, the King had two roles to play? One time he did the King’s work in the palace, and at other times he played the role of a Lady in the Great World… … .
Dalcheon shook his head. They cannot exist simultaneously in time. When Anga and the gathering place were invaded, the king would have been in the palace. However… … However, if it was the same person, it could have been an irreversible mistake.
Then it would explain why he tried to assassinate the Grand Prince several times. Since he couldn’t kill him directly in front of everyone, it would make sense to try to kill him under another name with someone else’s help. It would be to prolong my days as king. This is a dirty, dirty world.
Since I came out through the window, I went into the window. I went through the narrow gap, rolled around once inside the room, and sat down, and she was sitting in front of me.
“Whoa.”
He blocked the startled noise with his hand. Nine, who had covered her mouth with her hand, stepped back. Dalcheon waved his hand.
“Why are you here?”
“I came in because I thought I needed to get the size adjusted. Since you weren’t here, I waited while I sewed.”
“What size do you need?”
“The clothes were too old.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I do it on purpose. When I go out in the mountains wearing new clothes, people make fun of me. They say, ‘You’re a beginner.’”
Nine pointed to Dalcheon’s clothes. They were a grayish color close to white, but they were spotted here and there. The elbows were worn and thin, and had round pieces of cloth added to reinforce them. They looked better on the young Dalcheon, but if someone else had worn them, they would have been like a rag for a beggar.
“But it’s still too rough. They say clothes make the man. You have to dress well so that you won’t be ignored by others.”
“No one ignores me even though I’m wearing shabby clothes.”
“Ah, I see. Anyway, I’ll try to accommodate you.”
Nine marked a set of clothes while fitting them onto Dalcheon’s body. She continued muttering.
“The sleeves should be a little shorter, right?”
“I like long ones. If it’s hot, I can just wear them. Hahaha.”
“The shoulders should fit just right. That way it’s comfortable.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll make the jacket a little shorter. The current trend is to wear it with the same length from top to bottom. The top and bottom are the same. That’s the current trend. The jacket and skirt are the same length.”
“In the mountains, wear the above items a little longer.”
Nine doesn’t just let Dalcheon explain this and that. She answers him one word at a time like a snail, but he always says the opposite. Nine put clothes on Dalcheon, folded the marked part to check, and then took the clothes off.
He points to something painted in white here and there and covers his mouth and laughs. I don’t know why, but it must be because he has never had this kind of experience.
“Fix it like this.”
“Thank you. I hope my opinion has been fully reflected.”
“And that one should be thrown away. It’s too ugly to even touch.”
The bloodstained clothes were almost in rags. Above all, the blood had not completely drained. Dalcheon nodded.
“Burn it.”
“Don’t go anywhere. I have to get it right quickly.”
“yes.”
Dalcheon answered dryly. Nain hurried. The other Nains who had been waiting outside could be heard rushing in. There was no way to know why they were all in such a hurry. If it can’t be done today, it can be done tomorrow. Just do it. If it’s something that requires time, it would be things like tying cabbages, pruning, and thinning. If you rush, it’s easy to get cold damage on a high mountain. You have to do it as slowly as possible.
Among the words of the Nines, I heard a whisper that His Majesty might be coming. I thought I knew why the Nines were in a hurry. They wanted to prepare their clothes and a place to live before His Majesty arrived.
Dalcheon went out to the veranda and looked up at the sky toward the palace not far away. He tried to grasp the overall feeling, even though he could not see or hear it. It was a busy, hurried, and relieved movement. He looked at the sky on the other side. The bastards had not yet noticed Yeoui’s death. Sogyeokseok was a really good location, where he could watch both sides from this close.
I thought I should just teach these guys a lesson and leave. As I was wandering around the yard, the builder came running.
“True man!”
“yes?”
“The lady of the Baek family has come to study Taoism. She has already obtained permission from the true master.”
“No, I disagree. I said I would allow it if the manufacturing adult allowed it.”
The manufacturer covered his own mouth with his hand.
“Why? Why are you covering your mouth?”
“I misspoke.”
“What did you say?”
“I would have accepted it, but I told him that the Master would not allow it. Then the Master asked me again if I would allow it. So I said yes. I couldn’t say it rudely because I was thinking about my relationship with the Master, but it ended up being like I was allowing it.”
Dalcheon pressed the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips.
“There’s nothing we can do. If the maker permits.”
“No, that’s not it… … .”
“You fell for a woman’s pun.”
“sorry.”
“But she is a good student. Please teach her well.”
“The rumors about Baekgajang are not good.”
“I know. Your Majesty is also aware of the matter.”
Baek Yi-jeong came in as a student of Sogyeok-seo. When I told her to take care of the house first, she seemed to have taken care of it roughly and then rushed over. It seemed like she thought that the family would survive only if she had the influence of Dalcheon, who was close to the new king.
He took the thieves out to the yard where they were doing 300 rounds and rested.
“I’m taking another half-moon break. What’s next after that half-moon break?”
At that moment, Doryu, who had succeeded in half of the Sojucheon, ran up to the building in front of the yard. There was a timetable we had drawn up there.
“I wrote it down here. It’s a half hour break.”
“Rest? Oh my! Life is short, and it’s shorter than you think.”
“Yes. Hehe.”
When he turned to Dalcheon with a tired face and a sad expression, Dalcheon smacked his lips.
“Half a day is too long. You’ll forget everything you’ve studied. How about taking a break for a moment, or rather, just this moment?”
Maybe they were against it in their hearts. A couple of people who were in dire need of a break immediately shouted, “Good!” When Dalcheon asked to confirm, everyone shouted that they were all okay.
“Then, take a break from this angle and go in and read the 『Okchugyeong』. Repeat it carefully, without making a single mistake in pronunciation.”
Manufacturing blinked.
“Wasn’t that what you were teaching me?”
“Memorize it first.”
“All right.”
“rest!”
Dalcheon shouted briefly, and a gasp of breath was heard. The twenty or so Doryu collapsed where they had been standing. They didn’t even seem to have the strength to take a single step towards a resting place. Their arms were shaking and their legs were shaking. The sun was setting.
Dalcheon asked Jejo.
“But when is mealtime?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes. I was resting without doing anything.”
“It’s almost sunset, so you’ll have to wait a little bit.”
“All right.”
Dalcheon entered the hall where the sutras were being read to the cow ear. Since they were such famous books, there were enough of them. From the beginning, he had no intention of teaching them one by one in detail. He saw the students’ eyes light up as he showed them how the wisdom of the sutras was directly connected to the study of their bodies. What use is it to hear explanations about what the mind is, what emotions are, and what deep consciousness is? What is important is the opportunity to introduce them into the study, and Dalcheon focused on controlling the breathing of the person performing all the explanations. He made it his first priority to be immersed, to observe his breathing, to not fall asleep because he did not know when or how it would happen, and to notice when something happened without missing it. He tried to change the superficial Taoism into practical Taoism.
In terms of efficiency, Dalcheon was a very capable teacher. Some people have already followed him, and those who have not yet succeeded have shown their motivation. This is because they have already seen his divine martial arts on the battlefield. It is not unreasonable to think that I can do the same.
Before this angle had even passed, a few men came in, loitering around. It wasn’t because they had bad attitudes, but because their bodies couldn’t handle it. They had come in after doing the dharma for three hundred times and another three hundred times, so they didn’t even have the strength to raise their hands.
With stiff arms like a skeleton, they climbed over the low threshold, holding on to it as if climbing. They walked like skeletons, picked up cushions one by one, and sat down. Dalcheon pointed to a bookshelf filled with sutras with his fingertips. Those who had tried to sit down with a groan straightened their backs with difficulty and took a book each.