Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 21



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sacrum (2)

A table for five people.

Two Taoist monks and a man sitting with Yongun and Socheonhong. A child sat right next to Yongun, and an old man sat next to Socheonhong.

So Cheon-hong felt like he was going crazy. He knew too well who these two people were.

‘Please don’t say anything weird…’

Socheonhong glanced at Yongun and tried to send a signal. As far as he knew, this Yongun was a crazy guy who had even seen the likes of Gyeongcheon Kwonjondo.

No, even if he didn’t go that far, he was a really crazy guy who just started a fight with a disciple of the shaman faction in Hubei.

However, Yong-un was quietly eating his food, as if he had noticed something. The old man and the woman briefly glanced at Yong-un’s great appetite, but Yong-un didn’t even look at them.

While the mad silence that weighed on So Cheon-hong’s shoulders settled on the table, the three dishes were also served. Of course, the two Taoist priests’ dishes, excluding the other man’s, were vegetables.

The same silent meal began.

Until Nam-a spoke to Yong-un.

“You eat a lot.”

Yongwoon’s gaze was turned to him. The Taoist priests’ gazes were also the same.

Although she was covered with a bamboo hat, the woman’s appearance was outstanding. She had skin like white jade and beautiful features. The word “beautiful” suited her.

The old man’s eyes were hidden by thick white eyebrows, but the momentum swirling within them could not be hidden.

Yongwoon answered the child’s words while mumbling. It was a warm tone that Socheonhong had never heard before.

“I mean, it’s still growing.”

“How old are you?”

“It’s a little past the age of weakness.”

“Is that so?”

Interrogative. The boy’s head turned slightly.

“But why does it look weird…”

If silence had weight, the silence that now sat at Yongwoon’s table felt like a thousand pounds.

The two Taoist priests’ gazes flowed to Yongwoon, and Socheonhong did the same.

Yongwoon was still calm. Yongwoon swallowed the vegetables he had been chewing and asked.

“What does it look like to you?”

“Umm… It’s hard to explain.”

Nam-a was also calm. However, those eyes. Those eyes that seemed to pierce through Yong-un’s mind were looking not at Yong-un’s eyes but at the space between his eyebrows.

“Something…is overlapping? The sky line is different from other people.”

“Sky stem?”

“Everyone has a stem. A shining stem that rises from the crown of the head to the sky. But for Hyung, the light is somewhat hazy… and there’s another one. And it’s not going to the sky, but to another place on the ground…”

As Nam-a continued to speak, the mood at the table became heavier. Now, the Taoist priests were just staring at Yong-un without touching the food, and Yong-un was also staring at Nam-a.

Yongwoon also put down his chopsticks completely. He looked at Nam-a and said.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“It’s a silver tree.”

“Kid, give me your wrist for a moment.”

The boy named Eunhuimok innocently placed his wrist on Yongun. Yongun, who was about to grab it, hesitated for a moment.

Yongun’s head turned towards the old man.

“There is no ill intention.”

“How can you believe that?”

For the first time since sitting down at the table, the old man’s voice came out. It was a calm, yet heavy voice.

The old man clearly wasn’t holding a sword. However, the momentum he had built up with just that simple will was sharply aimed at Yongwoon.

Sword. An invisible sword was aimed at Yongwoon’s forehead.

An overwhelming sense of weight. A breathtaking speculation. Yongwoon remained calm.

“There must be a reason why this child came to me.”

“…”

‘What’s going on now?’

Socheonhong’s head felt like it was going to overheat. He had a rough idea of ​​who the child was and who the Taoist was. But why was the child pointing at Yongwoon and saying such strange things, and why was Yongwoon responding so seriously to it?

‘What on earth is the past of this Yongwoon guy…!’

There was no way he wouldn’t investigate Yongwoon. The gold nuns who had reached the realm, the strange acupuncture techniques, the medical skills, the strategies, and even the body that suddenly seemed to have trained to the extreme in external energy. Socheonhong had searched through all the information about Gaebo.

However, the only record that appears is that he was a lowly second son of a lowly country town named Gu Hui. The only record that indicates Yongga was the two-character word Myeolmun (滅門).

‘Even a plan to escape from the shackles of marriage, or rather, an iron plan, can be confidently faced with it. But…’

How can you be so calm in front of the elders of Mount Hua?

The old man’s momentum had subsided. However, the cold power still lingered in his eyes, clearly indicating that he was wary of Yongwoon.

Yongwoon silently held the child’s wrist and took his pulse.

Yongun’s weak energy flowed through the child’s blood vessels and grasped the situation.

The time that passed was only three seconds. Yongwoon muttered.

“It’s the bones of an immortal.”

“!!!”

The surprised expressions on the volcano sect’s faces were obvious. However, since the elder had already put up a curtain, the words could not be heard.

“First…goal?”

So Cheon-hong muttered in disbelief. The boy that the Hwasanpa brought to Hubei was Seon-gol?

I knew that Elder Yun of the Hwasan faction was coming to Hubei with the Plum Blossom Sword. I even knew the child they were carrying.

I knew that kid had some kind of mysterious history that made them move, but it was the sacrum.

The woman said, as if she found the plum blossom sword fascinating.

“It’s amazing. No doctor in Shaanxi noticed that the child had come to the volcano. It was only when Jang Moon-in himself stepped forward that the child’s true identity was revealed.”

Socheonhongdo also came to his senses, saying, “Hot.” Now that I think about it, didn’t Yongwoon realize Seon-gol’s existence?

‘What the hell is he doing?’

Yongwoon said while caressing the child’s head indifferently. Even though it was a first time seeing someone caressing his head, Eunhuimok just blankly looked at Yongwoon without showing any sign of displeasure.

“Because I learned a lot.”

“…Do you know exactly what a sacrum is?”

The smooth voice of the plum blossom swordsman. The calm expression within him was filled with curiosity about Yongwoon.

“I know. A bone that can become a god, born once every five hundred years. Since birth, the upper tian is open, so they receive the love of heavenly energy, but when the heavenly energy pours down and the upper tian grows, their soul completely mixes with the heavens, and they are cursed to die.”

Yongwoon spoke last.

“You have less than a year left to live.”

The cruel and indifferent attitude of sentencing a child to death. At that moment, Maehwageombong frowned.

“To a child who has not yet learned the will to learn-”

“How can a child who sees each person’s lifespan not know his own lifespan? He must already know. Isn’t that right?”

Eun-Hwi-Mok nodded silently. He was too calm and composed for a child not even fifteen years old to be discussing his imminent death.

Yongwoon picked up his chopsticks again. He spoke calmly.

“This is the rise of Shaolin. Shaolin will be able to be the leader of the old schools for the next three hundred years.”

“How can you say such a thing?”

Yongwoon answered Elder Yun’s question calmly.

“There is no need to waste time since Mt. Mudang is right in front of us. The child’s life is already in danger, so it would be reasonable to go straight to the Mudangpa. But even so, the child came to the guest house.”

Yongun gave Hwimok a piece of meat. The boy accepted it carefully and ate it.

“Since ancient times, training the upper body has been done through sorcery and illusion. It was good that I came to a shaman sect that was good at that, but for some reason, the shaman sect did not have children.”

Elder Yun did not deny that. He nodded.

“That’s right. Hyun Yang Jin-in is in the closed room. The shaman’s Jejongsul (提縱術) is a method to train the upper dantian and reduce the amount of natural energy flowing into the Baekhoehyeol. The only one who truly knows this method is Hyun Yang Jin-in, who studied the method. No one knows where he is in the closed room, so no one can call him.”

“Then the only one left is Shaolin. The only two schools with the longest history that still preserve the magic of reversing the heavens, which touches the upper dantian before the lower dantian. At least, that is if you look for it in the Old School.”

Elder Yun’s eyes fluttered at Yongun’s last words. The last words. Because they were annoying.

Yongwoon looked at the old man with a sly smile.

“I’m curious about this. The existence of a god is originally a being that goes against the heavens as worshipped in Taoism. It can be seen as an immortal being that goes against the destiny of heaven. However, as far as I know, the Taoist sects that still preserve the existence of ‘Taoism’ and the sects that base themselves on going against the heavens have not disappeared. However, they are not the ones that Elder Yun would welcome.”

Yongwoon, who took a sip of tea, asked the still expressionless elder.

“I suddenly became curious. Does the elder of the volcano really have the guts to put the heavenly gift to the Mosanpa or the Demonic Cult in order to save a child?”

In an instant, the momentum became fierce again. So Cheon-hong’s face turned pale.

‘That idiot of Oehyeon-gyeong! – No, you know he’s an elder of the Hwasan faction, and you’re still picking a fight with him like that?’

How many times must I look for the place where I will die!

The energy of Elder Yun, which had to go beyond the formless energy and become the world of the mind, pressured Yongwoon once again.

The invisible energy that cut through his flesh. Each and every one of them was a sword. But even so, Yongwoon did not lose his smile at all.

The faint eyes visible under Elder Yun’s thick eyebrows. The aura contained in those eyes was extremely fierce. Yongwoon did not take his gaze off those eyes.

It was a woman who stepped in to mediate.

“Both of you, stop it. Shouldn’t you go to Shaolin first to find out? It won’t be too late to think about it then.”

At the words of Lady Plum Blossom Sword, Elder Yun put away his invisible weapon. Elder Yun coughed in vain and stroked his beard as he spoke.

“That bastard with no blood on his head is so shameless. Why would Mok-i want someone like this?”

Elder Yun’s eyes turned to the side. So Cheon-hong, who had been staring at his plate with a pale face, flinched! He was startled.

“I believe that the young disciple of the Dragon Head Master will make a good decision.”

‘You know me!’

“How could I forget that face? That crazy guy who went into the volcano to draw a portrait of Maehwageombong. If it weren’t for Gae-gong, I would have been in big trouble.”

So Cheon-hong reluctantly took the lottery ticket. His face was as red as a carrot.

He tried hard to ignore the gazes that were looking at Yongwoon’s pitiful bastard.

“… It is truly an honor that the Blood Plum Sword, Cheongun Jinin, knows me.”

“I know the disciples of Punggae well. But who are you?”

Elder Yun’s eyes turned back to Yongun. He muttered.

“Hot yang energy flows inside your body. You learned Buddhist elixirs or martial arts. It could be at the same time. However, the true energy that has settled in your body is extremely pure. This is Taoist internal energy. Usually, when two energies that don’t go together are mixed, it tends to have the opposite effect, but instead, they mixed well together.”

Elder Yun was telling Yongun’s martial arts history in detail. It was as if his body was completely visible.

“What’s even more amazing is the prayer. I haven’t seen the steps, but the prayer is extremely quiet. Like the water. Isn’t it?”

Yongwoon nodded. What would be gained by lying to someone who already knows everything?

“That’s right. I’m Yongun, a martial artist from Guangxi Province. I just heard that his nickname is Touyi.”

“Doctor?”

“Ttaeing, what a shame. If he was a demonic cult member, I don’t think anyone would have said anything if we had scolded him here.”

He was very angry. What on earth could it be? So Cheon-hong tried hard to erase the grim thoughts.

The elder asked, resting his chin on his hand.

“Are you a member of the Pocheon Gang?”

Pocheonbang. A group of orthodox monks led by the current monk and the head monk of the three sects, Baecheonjonja. It is the group that made the term “Gupailbang” meaningless and is one of the ten orthodox monks.

So Cheon-hong’s head turned quickly.

‘Pocheonbang!’

If it’s Pocheonbang, then Yongun’s invisible history makes sense.

‘If it’s at the level of Pocheonbang, it’s enough to cover our information network-‘

“no.”

There was no lie in Yongun’s denial. Elder Yun sighed and picked up his chopsticks.

“Isn’t that right? I thought it must be right since all kinds of martial arts are mixed together…”

So Cheon-hong quietly ate his food.

‘I finally understand what the Master meant when he said that the martial arts world is vast…’

There was definitely something wrong with my luck today.

“Your Majesty Yongun.”

Eun-Hwi-Mok, who was drawing pictures here and there on the table with his finger, looked at Yong-Un. The two Taoist priests looked at the child in surprise when the child, who was usually reserved and never asked for favors, spoke first.

“Please come with me. To Hanam.”

“I?”

“Yes. I’ll pay you.”

“cost?”

The boy paused for a moment and looked into space. No, he looked at the ceiling of the guest room. As if he was reading something, words flowed out of his mouth.

“Three… truths. One by one. First one.”

Eunhuimok’s eyes pierced through Yongun.

“The death of the devil.”

Yongwoon held his breath for a moment.

“Jeong (正) was simply a sword (劍).”