Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 22



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sacrum (3)

Eunhuimok was not a disciple of Hwasan. Born as the son of a general in Shaanxi, Hwimok had seen things that were different from others since he was young.

Ghosts on the roof, someone’s good or bad luck, the day of death… Worried or afraid of their child, Hwi-mok’s parents took Hwi-mok to the Hwasanpa.

There, the innate bone structure of Hwi-mok was discovered, which was Seon-gol. It was a cursed body that would die young at a young age according to the will of heaven.

However, the Hwasan faction, like other old factions, abandoned the color of ‘religion’ and focused on the sword to correct humanity, so there was no way to save Huimok.

That’s why Hwimok’s upper chamber was constantly opening. Facts he had never known before and words he had never heard before continued to flow into his ears on the wind.

One of those whispers was my life, and the other was what Hwi-mok said to Yong-un.

Yongwoon’s expression became extremely cold.

The right is just a sword. I had never really thought much about death as a demon. I expected it to be a downfall, but Namgung’s participation was unexpected.

‘I thought the greed of those Sega guys was only driven by that guy from the Vicious Dogs.’

If it was to that extent, the child of Cheon-gi wouldn’t have bothered to say that.

‘Is there a mastermind behind this?’

Cold anger surged through Yongwoon’s mind. As a member of the National Assembly, he had rarely been in a position of power. Contempt, ridicule, and ridicule. Such attitudes were rather familiar to him.

But it wasn’t forgiveness because it was familiar. If I were to describe Ma-ui’s life in one word, it would be resentment. It means that forgiveness didn’t exist.

While Yongwoon was gathering his thoughts, Elder Yun snorted and muttered.

“Ma-ui-rani… Why is the ghost from twenty years ago suddenly appearing?”

The old man’s frosty eyes turned to Yongwoon.

“Can you tell me?”

“I am the disciple of the devil.”

“…huh?”

A simple answer. As the weight he had worked so hard to hold onto was blown away, such a trivial sound escaped from the mouth of the master.

So Cheon-hong’s eyes bulged out as if they were going to explode, and even Mae-hwa-geom-bong opened his mouth to look at Yong-un.

“what-”

“No… Is it true? The demon died twenty years ago-”

“To be exact, a successor. I have never actually seen the demon.”

Yongwoon spoke easily, sitting on a chair, as if he were telling a love story between women from a small town.

That was what he was aiming for. The disciple of the devil.

I couldn’t bring back the nickname of the devil. Not only was the weight of that favor, the mystery of a previous life, but now that I knew that the devil had been murdered by someone, saying so would be suicidal.

However, modern medicine, acupuncture, and martial arts – many of these were too many for a country bumpkin to have learned at such a young age, and they had too many connections to magic.

‘Well, it’s like I learned it all by myself in my previous life… but it’s probably martial arts that’s the problem.’

So the identity that emerged was the disciple of the devil.

“I don’t know how it came to be, but a book by a man named Ma-ui containing the enlightenment and medicine of his entire life came to our family. To be exact, it was in my room. I taught myself through it. Ma-ui’s medicine, martial arts… everything.”

“What is that?”

“Well, that’s true. It’s what they call fate.”

What is commonly referred to as fate is not common, so it is called strange fate.

It could also be said to be a coincidence that Ma Yi, who had never been to Guangxi, went to Guangxi with a book containing his lifelong studies.

So Cheon-hong’s head quickly turned. Geum Na-su, medicine. It made sense. Learning martial arts. It all made sense.

That’s it. He’s a so-called ‘genius’. A genius met with a chance with an extremely low probability.

‘It’s possible, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. But it’s not like I’m ordinary, so I’ve come this far.’

Quick judgment. So Cheon-hong’s facial expression quickly cleared.

“Ugh…”

Elder Yun muttered something, resting his chin on his hand. It was too fast to understand, but Elder Yun immediately raised his head.

“I think it would be best to hide what you just said.”

Socheonhong and Maehwageombong nodded at the same time.

“I don’t know if Yong So-hyeop knows, but the name Ma-ui has not disappeared from the Central Plains. Even after twenty years. A disciple of Ma-ui, and a book containing his medical techniques… There could easily be someone who threatens Yong So-hyeop’s life.”

“No, it will definitely happen.”

Elder Yun agreed with Maehwageombong’s words. Yongun also nodded. He had no intention of going around bragging anyway. He believed in Hwasan and Socheonhong’s righteousness, so he said it easily.

“And I don’t know what you think of your teacher, but that guy named Ma-ui wasn’t as good as his nickname suggests.”

Insulting the Master. It wouldn’t have been strange for him to raise his fist, but to Yongwoon, Ma-ui was a bit ambiguous as a master. They had never even met each other’s faces, and they had never had the courtesy of a master and teacher.

‘It’s true that I’ve never seen your face…’

Elder Yun covered Eun-hui-mok’s ears with both hands and continued speaking.

“I have never had a proper relationship with my magician, but I have seen a mountain pass he passed by. I went to see some bandits who were causing trouble while I was traveling in the martial arts world, but it was after the magician had already taken care of them.”

Elder Yun narrowed his eyebrows slightly.

“Let me just say this. That mountain village was more terrible than the Cheonsan Mountain during the Cheonwang Great Rebellion.”

‘Where?’

Yongwoon nodded and took a sip of tea.

‘There are so many wild vegetables from which I saved the test subjects that I don’t know where they are.’

**

[What is the reason?]

Secret transmission of voice. A technique to secretly transmit voice to a distant opponent without making a sound.

Even among the people beyond the outer world, only those with a profound history and proficiency in handling energy can use this high-difficulty technique, flowing out from the mouth of the Plum Blossom Sword.

[He must have read the weather and gone to the dragon prince. What did Mok-i see?]

[How would you know? I am just an ordinary old man who only looks at the sword.]

The elder who was at the very back of the group heading to the castle where Hanam, the headquarters of Shaolin, was located, sent a message saying,

[However, the one led by Heaven is none other than the disciple of the Demon King… One possibility comes to mind.]

[Treating the saddle bone…]

[okay.]

[That’s nonsense. It’s not just the Hwasanpa’s study that’s been searched. In the Shamans’ Party, in the Gaebong Party, there’s no place that says you can ‘cure’ Seon-gol, right?]

[Yes. But you can think about it differently. What if I say that no one in the history of martial arts has ever tried to ‘cure’ Seon-gol?]

[yes?]

[Even third-rate martial arts from the low-class streets can be transformed into divine techniques in the hands of Seon-gol. Those who complete the Dharma of Bodhidharma in one step and create Jang Sam-bong’s secret method while looking at the sky are Seon-gol. What would have happened if there had been no one who tried to destroy such a great ‘resource’?]

Elder Yun looked at the two men in front of him. Eunhuimok and Yongun. Yongun was stroking Eunhuimok’s crown and continuing to talk affectionately to him. He looked like a disciple of that disgusting demon.

[There may be no one who has only seen the fresh water of that skein and has not cared about its life. Even we have never thought of getting rid of it, have we?]

At Elder Yun’s words, Maehwageombong raised his head and looked at Yongun. Of course, nothing was certain. But if that man could cure Seon-gol…

Plum Blossom Sword walked forward a little faster. Soon, she was able to stand on the other side of Yongun.

“There is something that Yong So-hyeop should know.”

“Are you saying there are people after my neck?”

Plum Blossom Sword stopped in his tracks at Yongwoon’s words. That was exactly what she was trying to say.

“…That’s right. How?”

“I knew it from the moment you entered the inn. I don’t know about the old man, but your shoulders were a little stiff, and your eyes were not relaxed. How could I not know that even in the shaman’s front yard?”

Yongwoon spoke as if he was conveying an obvious fact, but Maehwageombong knew that it was not an easy task.

‘You noticed that just by looking at it?’

The level of the plum blossom swordsman was higher than that of Yongun. And Hasu couldn’t easily figure out the movements of a master. That’s because there was such a gap. But Yongun must have noticed that there was something strange in my movements.

“Well, it’s not really an obvious story. Rumors have no basis, and Seon-gol is too big of a being to hide.”

Plum Blossom Sword nodded. The disciple of the Demon Doctor… He was indeed extraordinary.

‘What about martial arts?’

She suppressed the feelings welling up inside her.

“That’s amazing. That’s right. There were many sects that were after Mok-i after hearing rumors about Seon-gol. There were also several clashes before they even arrived in Hubei.”

Plum Blossom Sword, who had calmed down his curiosity and competitive spirit, spoke calmly. Yongwoon, who still had not taken his hands off Hwimok’s crown, asked.

“Where are those sects?”

“I didn’t really look for them. Most of them are afraid of conflict with the volcano, so they either hide their identity or just keep it a secret. However, there are still some sects that seem to have not given up on Mok-i.”

Plum Blossom Sword sighed. Even with his furrowed brows, he looked like a painting, so he could truly be called the Five Flowers.

“Mosanpa, and the Demonic Cult’s Yin Blood Hall.”

Mosanpa was originally a martial arts school of Taoism, like Hwasan and Mudang. However, unlike Gupailbang, which learned martial arts and protected the people for the sake of humanity, Mosanpa focused on the fundamental purpose of Taoism.

Become a god and enjoy eternal life.

Because of this, they focused on magic rather than martial arts, and were skilled in spells and sorcery. They were Taoist, but did not belong to a sect. The reason was simple.

This is because it is different from other Taoist sects that are steeped in Buddhist colors and call for harmony and righteousness. To live eternally is to go against the will of heaven. Originally, immortals were beings who went against heaven, and so they did not necessarily do things like accumulating good deeds like other Taoist sects.

Rather, if you focus on immortality and seek only ways to steal others’ innate energy, then it would be understandable.

“The blood clot seems to be far from the sacrum. Did you just approach it after hearing the news of the sacrum?”

“I think so. Even if you are not a god, there are many uses for the saddle bone. The reason the elders came forward was to warn against such things.”

The elder of a large sect steps forward to save the life of a child. This is something that would not have been possible in the old sect if it weren’t for Hwasan, one of the three sects.

He didn’t ask for any favor. He could have used the Seon-gol-in Hwi-mok for the sake of Hwa-san’s martial arts and for his own benefit, but he was willing to hand him over to another sect.

Chivalry and righteousness. Simply because it is the right thing to do.

“My name is Nam Gyu-rin.”

A sudden introduction. She smiled faintly when Yongwoon expressed his doubts.

“Even Yong So-hyeop is helping Mok-i without any compensation. Shouldn’t he make a public statement?”

Smile. A smile under the bamboo leaves, shining in the lush forest canopy, under the moonlight that rises quietly.

Yongwoon smiled faintly.

“Blood is dangerous.”

“…?”

“Okay. I’m a person who takes the price. The word chivalry doesn’t suit me.”

Yongwoon stopped walking. Maehwageombong, Eunhuimok, and Elder Un did the same.

“But I intend to work hard enough to receive it.”

Bang! A stone on the roadside. A stone the size of a thumb, filled with Yongun’s history, flew into the air and ‘hit’.

Immediately the space where they collided shattered and distorted like glass.

Wow! Behind the reality that had collapsed like a picture, there was a murderous group waiting for them.