Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 69



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It had been three days and nights since Shaolin had made his proclamation to the Mengjiandan that he had contacted Yongun. The one who had come to see him was Muk-eon-seung. He had no special relationship with Yongun, but if he had not been the crown prince, he should have been his opponent in the Yongbongjihoe.

Gong Jin, the silent monk. As Yongwoon who had bitten countless people who had come to his villa, he could not be ignored.

-It was an unavoidable encounter from the start.

Before the White Witch could make her name known as the Yongbongjihoe, the Silent Monk was defeated by her. He, who had the nickname of Kwonryong, was so heartbroken by this incident that he began practicing silence, and thus Silent Monk became his nickname.

When the White Witch unleashed the Snow Soul Goddess’s Curse, the one who reacted the most violently was the Muteon Monk. At the time, he didn’t know it was the Snow Soul Goddess’s Curse, but he could never forget the characteristics of that energy.

However, the White Witch could not meet him. As the prince had suggested, the silent monk was excluded.

‘The prince must have given something to Shaolin.’

If not, Shaolin Temple would not have remained silent. After all, it was Gong Jin, the greatest swordsman in Shaolin.

After folding his hands and praying according to his nickname, the silent monk gave him only one letter without saying a word.

Yongwoon, who had pinned the book, was surprised from the first sentence.

[I know you’re a black ghost. Won’t you come and meet me?]

Yongwoon immediately got up from his seat.

Hanam is originally Shaolin territory. Even though it is a union of all the sects, it is rare to see a single major sect give up that territory so easily.

Nevertheless, Shaolin decided to do so. It was a decision made directly by Shaolin’s abbot, Daegwangmyeongseung Heoun.

[The heart of the Jeongpa is Shaolin, so if the Jeongpa Alliance is not in Hanam, where would it be established?]

There was countless opposition, but since Heo-un, who killed Cheon-ma, had the greatest status, it was decided that way. Of course, the Jeongpa Alliance did not do so without any compensation. Even after the Great Light Monk left, Shaolin was still the center of the Jeongpa Alliance and was in charge of many things.

Yaksha Buddha (夜叉佛) Heo Jin. The current abbot of Shaolin and the brother of the great monk Heo Yun. He sat in the deepest part of the Jeongpa Alliance and waited for Yong Yun.

Even though he was old, his back was straight, and his thin body clearly showed an unbreakable spirit. He was truly the great abbot of Shaolin.

‘Yaksha Buddha…’

Yongwoon knew very well who he was. He was the best master of the Heo (虛) lineage who gave up the position of a master even though his martial arts skills were superior to those of anyone in Shaolin, even Heowoon.

“Is this your first time seeing each other in person?”

Even in his short words, he seemed to have deep experience. Heo Jin, with his eyes closed and his prayer beads rolled habitually, looked more serious and pious than anyone else.

“Yes.”

Even if Ma-ui were alive, Geomseon and Heo Jin would have been seniors with higher ranks than him. Perhaps that was why Yong-un’s speech, which had been mixed, was honorific.

“Sit down.”

The room was dark and plain. There were only a few candles barely illuminating the dark room and a stone Buddha placed behind the Yaksha Buddha.

Still, I didn’t feel gloomy at all. What I did feel was extreme pressure.

A sense of oppression, as if a mountain were pressing down on me. Was it because of the Heavenly Demonic Power or simply a sense of caution? I couldn’t tell.

Mook-eon-seung sat quietly by the door. Yong-un did the same, and Heo-jin did not open his mouth for a long time even though he was sitting there.

“I have so many questions to ask you, I was just picking my questions.”

The reason Heo Jin gave up his position as headmaster was not because he had no achievements in martial arts or a sense of honor.

A personality that only wants the revival of Shaolin. This is because he knows his own personality very well. If he were the head of another sect or a powerful family other than Shaolin, he would have the personality to revive the sect even more.

But it wasn’t Shaolin. Shaolin was like a giant old tree.

As the saying goes, “All martial arts in martial arts world come from Shaolin,” the history of Shaolin is the history of martial arts world, and even now, it is Shaolin that supports many people’s livelihoods and political factions.

If such a Shaolin Temple moves for its own revival, if it moves only with prestige in mind, then the other sects of the Jeongpa had no choice but to learn from it.

In a world where the world of martial arts has already become so corrupted, it is unacceptable for Shaolin to follow them. That is why Heo Jin entered into a perfect training regimen and focused solely on his martial arts training.

That was him, but – Daegwangmyeongseung lost both arms. Among the other Heo (虛) characters, Heo Jin was the only one who united heaven and man, and that’s how Heo Jin became the great chief.

Charuk – Amidst the sound of prayer beads rolling, Heo Jin opened his mouth.

“Perhaps, the child of vanity…”

One of the twelve monsters, he was a monster monk from hell. His reputation in Shaolin was false. Yongun immediately denied it.

“No. I am not a disciple either. I am a successor who received the teachings through a secret method.”

“Where did you get it?”

“While I was practicing in Cheonyou Valley, I stumbled upon a cave, where I found the skull of a high monk and a secret recipe.”

Cheonyugok. It was where the demon discovered the corpse of the Hell Monster, and where the Shaolin monks ended the Hell Monster’s life. It meant rational.

Zaruk, zaruk… The sound of the prayer beads was slightly distorted due to the trembling of its owner, but soon calmed down.

“Do you know why I gave up the position of head of the room?”

“I heard that he withdrew because his desire to help Shaolin was greater than his desire to save the people’s livelihood.”

“That’s right. I realized my true nature at a young age. However, I had no shame in having such a mind until I was in my forties. Shaolin is the head of the righteous sect. I thought that as our power grew stronger and the light of Buddha grew stronger, the evildoers with evil minds would shrink back. Do you know when I realized that evil?”

“Is this related to you, Heo-eon?”

“That’s right. I was the one closest to Heo-eon, and I was the one he followed the most.”

This is an unknown anecdote of the martial arts world. As a Shaolin monk, most of the information about the hellish monsters who committed murders was hidden because it was their shame.

“Heo-eon was the youngest of the Heo-ja clan. He was a gentleman, but his talent for martial arts was greater than any of us. I became greedy.”

There was no such thing as jealousy. In his eyes, the brightest child among his priests was the one with a bright future leading Shaolin.

He taught me the firmness of Shaolin. He taught me the strength of Shaolin, which is contained in the fist and the feet. He taught me how to act as a Shaolin monk in the world where all kinds of evil people are lurking.

What he failed to teach was the infinite compassion, love, and sympathy that one should have as a follower of Buddha, and the weakness that one should have when one makes mistakes, and the knowledge that one is not omnipotent.

Above all… when I was possessed by a demon in my heart, I couldn’t trust that I could rely on myself.

As unbending steel breaks when pushed to its limit, so it was with the lies that were continually hammered.

When he realized the futility of his good deeds, Heo-eon became angry. He blamed himself and was embarrassed, so he went to extremes. He thought that anyone who had committed a crime should die.

“When Heo-eon abandoned his pride as Shaolin and said that he had hundreds of blood on his hands, I realized then. Shaolin is different from other sects, and we must be different. The light of Buddhism that we must shine is not for the wicked to be flattened in fear, but for them to be moved and purified.”

Yakshabul. That nickname was the nickname given to him twenty years ago before he entered the practice of meditation.

“That is why I personally killed the falsehood and voluntarily entered the practice of perfection.”

It’s my fault. That’s what I thought. I still can’t forget Heo-eon’s last face.

Heo-eon, who had not done anything to his juniors or seniors, fell into the waterfall with a smile.

“…Why are you telling me this story?”

“Have you no intention of becoming a monk?”

“I’m sorry, but absolutely not.”

“Is that so? The reason I am telling you this story is because I know that you are the disciple of the Black Ghost, the Demon Doctor. I know what the Demon Doctor has done for his medical practice. If he finds the body of my priest-”

“This is the fate I found.”

Yongwoon spoke calmly. This was what he was worried about. Ma-ui stole the corpse of the Hell Monster and studied the Vajra Immortal, Shaolin’s external and martial arts.

It was an action taken by a demon who had no idea about the existence of corpses. If it had been known to the martial arts world, it would have been an action that would have made the demon immediately the greatest enemy of Shaolin.

The coincidence I found – there was no lie in those words. The magician was Yongwoon. Because it was not a lie, Heo Jin’s burning eyes could not see through the truth.

“That would be fortunate.”

It passed. Yongwoon let out a sigh of relief.

“How did you know I was a black ghost?”

“Those who have eaten the Great Hwandan will have golden energy flowing from their skin even if they hide the internal energy of their danjeon. Among those who have learned the Buddhist art, if they are of a higher level than you, they cannot help but see the energy contained in your skin.”

Is that so? It was the first time I learned of this fact. That was why the special elixir called Daehwandan was so rare.

Also, there was no reason for Shaolin to release this information to the public.

“The reason I told you this story is because you have a strong desire to kill in the martial arts you have learned. Also, since the roots of those martial arts eventually reach Shaolin, I am concerned about the responsibility.”

“Did you think I would reveal that the karma tree was Shaolin’s? Since the hellish monster was Shaolin’s public enemy, I have nothing to gain by talking about it.”

“Even though you have realized my Shaolin orientation, I do not think that the damage to its prestige is meaningless. Recently, your karma has even been mixed with your own murderous intent. Am I seeing things correctly?”

“you’re right.”

“So there was also concern that it might be possessed by a demon.”

“That won’t happen.”

‘Because I said it separately.’

Yakshabul wants to make sure that Yongun’s mouth is under control. Even though he has realized the true nature of Shaolin, his nature of valuing its prestige has not changed.

And if you want something, you have to know how to give it. Yaksha Buddha and Yongun knew that.

“Why don’t we do it like this?”

“I can’t help you punish the good intentions. If you show me evidence that the good intentions have mastered the magic-”

“I know. We are strictly the same faction, so it would be even more detrimental for Shaolin to get involved in dirty political fighting. So, simply put… how about Shaolin contributing to protecting the faction’s later index and punishing Madou?”

“What does it mean?”

“It is literal.”

Yongun smiled and said in front of Yakshabul.

“Because there will probably be a mine coming to kill me in the near future.”

**

“Ugh!”

From ancient times, magic was weaker than fire. This was because fire was the one that guided those who had become corrupted and corrupted as humans.

The light from behind shone, and at the same time, Yongwoon stretched out his finger. As Yongwoon’s martial arts were known, even the vampire monster knew his acupoints.

However, the moment of its emergence was exquisite and strange, and the vampire had a choice. Should he be hit by the point of blood or by the light behind him?

The vampire chose the former. Thud! The vampire held back his two prickly breaths and ran forward, glaring at Yongwoon with eyes filled with anger.

The vampire checked his body. The bloodletting had no effect. It was just extremely humiliating.

“How dare you!”

Yongun shrugged his shoulders and gave a brief greeting to the monk who came to his side.

The monk’s name was Heo Heon (虛憲), and he was a master of Shaolin’s Heavenly Spirit Sutra. Heo Heon looked at Yongun and said.

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to surprise attacks…”

“It’s okay. I’m good at running away anyway.”

The vampire’s face was completely distorted. He had definitely gotten the blood from the previous drop. The humiliation of allowing someone worse than an insect to come out filled his eyes with murderous intent.

“Hehe! How dare a punk with less than fifty years of experience make a surprise attack on me!”

“Amitabha, you have lived for a hundred years, yet you are still obsessed with the vain things called rankings. It is truly a sight that is unpleasant.”

“If it weren’t for my injuries, I would have swallowed your body!”

“There is no such thing as ‘if’ in the world of martial arts. What are you talking about when you came all the way to Hanam because of that injury?”

Unlike the way he looked at Yongwoon, the way Heoheon looked at the vampire was filled with determination and firm fighting spirit.

It was Shaolin’s gaze looking at Mine.

“These… bastards!”

Kwung! The heavens and earth shook as a distorted red energy filled the world. The scenery changed as the thought transcended the body and manifested itself in the world.

“hmm.”

Heo Heon also did not stay still. He also completely released his energy, and a golden Buddha began to shimmer behind him.

Yongwoon, who had stepped back, swallowed his saliva and opened his eyes wide.

The battle between the best players was about to begin.