Tangmunjeon - Chapter 285



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Episode 285 released

The moment he heard the story of the woman with a colored hair, Hyun-gong’s head turned violently.

‘It’s a shame that my emergency kit was stolen, but it might be a good thing for me.’

‘It must not have been an easy choice to teach martial arts to an outsider. If that outsider had stolen the secrets and treasures and run away, he would not be able to wash away his sins even with his life. He could be called a mortal enemy.’

‘Since ancient times, helping someone take revenge has been the surest way to win a woman’s heart.’

If you help him get revenge, you will definitely win the heart of the woman with a green neck.

There is no need to talk about favors. Aren’t we friends who have been through thick and thin together in a foreign land?

Moreover, it is unknown whether this woman of color belongs to a sect or a clan, but neither the sect nor the clan will oppose her relationship with Hyungong.

If there is a benefactor who killed the family’s enemy on your behalf, they may take the initiative to arrange the marriage.

Hyun-gong gathered his thoughts and spoke in a fairly trustworthy voice.

“I guess you must think that heaven helped you. You really came to the right place. My friend and I wrote that letter together, and I have a bad relationship with Baek Hyang-ah.”

When the Saekmok man told the story of Hyungong, a look of disbelief appeared on the Saekmok woman’s face. Anyone could see that it was a very coincidental situation.

“It may be hard to believe, but it’s definitely true. Baek Hyang-ah is a woman with skin so white that it almost feels transparent, and hair and eyes that are unusually dark. She’s about this tall.”

Hyun-gong raised his palm to shoulder height, recalling the memory of when he took Baek Hyang-ah hostage.

Whether it was because she knew exactly what he looked like and his height, the voice of the woman with a clear face had clearly become much softer.

When the woman who had been told the story said something, the man who had been told the story again.

“The Taoist asks what my relationship with Baek Hyang-ah is.”

“I played a big part in killing Baek Hyang-ah’s teacher. Among my friends, there are some who have a much deeper grudge than I do.”

Although Hyeon-gong is related to Baek Hyang-ah, Dang Mu-jin is more important than Hyeon-gong.

Didn’t he even help kill Baek Hyang-ah’s father and Baek Hyang-ah’s teacher?

In Hyeon-gong’s opinion, Dang Mu-jin is Baek Hyang-ah’s natural enemy and a hunting dog that lingers around Baek Hyang-ah.

But the woman with the colored hair still looked suspicious.

Hyun-gong spoke confidently, crossing his arms.

“Haven’t you seen my friends at the inn? If you don’t believe me, go back to the inn and ask my friends. I’m sure they’ll tell you the same story.”

Because Hyun-gong’s tone and attitude were so confident, it was not easy to continue to doubt him.

In the end, the woman with the colored hair spoke up herself.

“···really?”

“I swear there is not a single lie. My nickname is Jeong-eon. It means that I never tell lies. Also, even if I deceive you, what would I gain from it? I am just a Taoist priest of the Shamanist faction who wants to help people in trouble.”

When she heard the story of Hyun-gong, the expression on the woman’s face brightened noticeably.

Although I don’t know, I’m sure that the woman was worried about how to overcome this complicated predicament in a land where she didn’t even speak the language.

The woman spoke hesitantly.

“Help me!”

“I will do that.”

When Hyun-gong answered without hesitation, the woman with a colorful face seemed to jump for joy and reached out with both hands to grab Hyun-gong’s hands.

The moment he felt the soft texture touching his hand, Hyun-gong felt dizzy.

As I once heard, unlike a man’s hand, a woman’s hand was very soft. And that subtle, thin, and tiny touch.

Hyun-gong unconsciously clenched his fist, but the woman with a green tree was not at all flustered.

‘This reaction···!’

It only took one breath for the faces of his son and daughter to appear in Hyun-gong’s mind.

The sight of children running around, laughing, in the somewhat dull and gloomy grounds of the shamanic sect was clearly visible.

‘Your Majesty the Young Bo-jin loved children. I’m sure he’d love it if I had a child of my own.’

‘Since he has difficulty moving around anyway, I should tell him to quickly step down from his seat and take care of the children.’

‘It’s good for me to become a long-term parent early, and it’s good for Youngbojin because he won’t be lonely because he’ll be playing with the kids… It’s good for both of us.’

Hyun-gong’s chest swelled as if it was going to burst.

*

Dang Mu-jin and his party were loitering around the inn while waiting for Shaolin Temple and Gae-bok to make their move.

The situation would have started if someone like Shin Seung, Manryeok Seung, or Bangju Hwahwanogae had appeared, but such people have not yet appeared at the guest house.

As a day like any other was coming to an end, the door to the inn opened and Hyun-gong appeared.

However, Hyun-gong’s expression was strangely bright. It seemed as if the distance between the woman with the colored hair and Hyun-gong had gotten a little closer.

The woman with the colored hair and the man with the beard approached the table where Dang Mujin and his party were sitting and sat down.

Even if it was Hyun-gong, it was the first time since arriving in Gaebong that a woman of color had accompanied him.

Hyun-gong spoke with a slightly more arrogant attitude than usual, leaning back slightly.

“I’ve been talking to Seolhwa for a while, and I think you should know a little bit about it.”

“···tale?”

“This is the name of this beautiful lady. She is said to have come from a land far to the north, but her real name is too unfamiliar, so we decided to call her Seolhwa (雪花) for now.”

There was a strange friendliness in Hyun-gong’s tone.

Not only Dang Mu-jin, but also Nam-gung Myeong and Hong-geol-gae felt a faint sense of rejection in Hyeon-gong’s voice of satisfaction.

“What do you need to know?”

“that···.”

Hyun-gong’s lengthy and rambling explanation continued.

In short, it was a simple story. Baek Hyang-ah went all the way to Bukhae and stole martial arts, secrets, and treasures, so let’s join forces and punish Baek Hyang-ah.

However, contrary to Hyun-gong’s expectations, Dang Mu-jin’s reaction was extremely lukewarm.

“Does it really have to be like that?”

“My marriage is at stake. If you help me just once, I’ll be in trouble…”

“That’s not the problem. It’s a shame that the emergency supplies were stolen, of course. But I feel a little reluctant to punish Baek Hyang-ah.”

Baek Hyang-ah was a mysterious relationship for Dang Mu-jin.

Baek Hyang-ah has no grudge, but Baek Hyang-ah’s father Baek Chu-seo and Dang Mu-jin have a deep ill-fated relationship. Didn’t Baek Chu-seo instigate Sal-mak to kill Go-ui?

In revenge, Dang Mu-jin killed Baek Chu-seo.

And since Baek Chu-seo died from poisoning, Baek Hyang-ah must have vaguely guessed that Dang Mu-jin killed Baek Chu-seo.

The problem is that the fate behind it was entangled, and Baek Hyang-ah’s teacher, Muryangja, was also killed.

Of course, it was Yoo Jin-kwang who took the life of the man, but it is also clear that Dang Mu-jin and his group also played a part.

That is, although Baek Hyang-ah has never harmed Dang Mu-jin, it can be assumed that she harbored ill feelings toward him.

However, looking at the current situation, the problem is that the party leadership is closer to being the perpetrator.

Dang Mu-jin spoke, resting his chin on his hand.

“If the story about stealing the secret is true, then Baek Hyang-ah is clearly a criminal. However, she has never harmed me. Killing my father, killing my teacher, and now killing Baek Hyang-ah seems a bit harsh. I think it would be right for Baek Hyang-ah and Seol-hwa to handle the secret issue on their own.”

“I told you that Baek Hyang-ah might have a grudge against you.”

“It’s just a guess. It’s not the way of a true man to kill someone based on guesswork. Besides, it’s strange to expect that you don’t hold any grudge against me after killing your father and teacher.”

“Really? If it’s natural to hold a grudge, are you saying you’ll turn a blind eye to Baek Hyang-ah trying to harm you?”

When Hyun-gong pointed this out, Dang-mu-jin answered very calmly.

“No. If Baek Hyang-ah acts like that, I won’t stay still. It’s just that I don’t plan on taking action first. Baek Hyang-ah has two choices. She can either live quietly while holding a grudge, or she can reveal her grudge to me and die.”

Surprisingly, Dang Mu-jin’s story was very logical and even the standards were clear.

‘This guy is usually sloppy, but sometimes he becomes bright.’

When Hyun-gong was at a loss for words, Seol-hwa, who had been observing him quietly, began to knock on the table.

Seol-hwa was not familiar with the language of the Central Plains, so she could not understand the complex conversation between Hyeon-gong and Dang-mu-jin.

However, it was possible to see that Hyun-gong’s persuasion was not working well.

In the end, Seolhwa mobilized all the language of the Central Plains that she knew to develop her logic.

“Thieves are bad.”

Stealing is a bad act, so it is right to punish Baek Hyang-ah, the thief.

This was a very clear and excellent argument, but there was one person who disagreed with it.

Namgung Myung frowned.

“How can you jump to the conclusion that a thief is bad? What a narrow-minded woman you are.”

Hyun-gong was flustered. Nam-gung-myeong and Dang-mu-jin were also flustered. The expected reaction did not come.

If we leave it like this, the story will likely get twisted in an unexpected direction.

In the end, Hyun-gong made the decision.

Seolhwa doesn’t understand the Chinese language very well, so she just wraps things up well and then beats around the bush.

Hyun-gong ended the conversation in a pretended bright tone.

“Okay. Let’s stop talking here for today and discuss the rest later.”

“What… Okay, I understand.”

The friends started to fool around again as if they had never been serious before. Hyun-gong guided Seol-hwa upstairs and collected his thoughts.

‘If you look at the fact that Baek Hyang-ah did not return to the Jeongpa Murim but instead wandered around the North and caused trouble, it is clear that she was truly crooked.’

‘Twisted personalities, and perhaps resentment in their hearts. The day will come when they will eventually clash.’

‘There’s no need to rush. Rather than chasing down Baek Hyang-ah and ending the journey in an instant, it’s better to let it drag on a bit. A relationship between a man and a woman deepens as they spend more time together.’

Yes. There is no need to rush. Hyun-gong said to Seol-hwa.

“Miss Seolhwa. Just trust me.”

“huh!”

Seolhwa smiled bashfully. A smile also appeared on Hyeon-gong’s face as he saw Seolhwa’s smile.

Hyun-gong came down to the first floor of the guest house while thinking about the names of his future grandson and granddaughter.

*

The next day, two groups of martial artists who did not wield swords stormed into Gaebong.

One group was monks from Shaolin Temple. There were many familiar faces, including Shen Sheng and Wan Li Sheng.

The monks of Shaolin Temple had very serious faces, but the moment they saw Tang Wujin’s face, they all showed a happy expression. The more serious the situation, the more people look forward to something to laugh about.

The monks looked very tired, but instead of sitting down, they came around Dangmujin.

“Wow, I was wondering if it was you when I saw you from afar, but you really are the Lord of the Tang!”

“It’s been a while.”

When Dang Mu-jin smiled and gave a lottery ticket, the monks cheered.

“I heard from Wanli Seung! You’ve created a Tang family and taken control of Sichuan Province. I never dreamed that the young doctor I saw back then would become like that!”

“Hey, don’t talk like everyone else thought so. I knew that the Tang lord would become a great person in the future. You were the only one who didn’t see it because you lacked insight.”

Dang Mu-jin looked at the monks with a smile.

In particular, several young monks stood out. When Tang Wujin visited Shaolin Temple in the past, these monks must have been young monks.

‘A lot of time has passed.’

Dang Mujin’s gaze shifted over the monks’ shoulders. The preceptor was standing a little way away, looking at Dang Mujin, so that the monks could forget their hardships while talking to him.

But as time passed and the monks did not leave Dangmujin, the head of the precepts came and spoke in a stern voice.

“Don’t be frivolous. Even if you want to enjoy the afterlife, you need to get rid of the hangover and regain your momentum first.”

“All right.”

As the monks hurried back to the guest house, the preceptor secretly smiled at Dang Mu-jin.

It was a smile that confirmed that the precepts had not changed. Even if the mountains and rivers change, the precepts would remain unchanged and would remain still, becoming an anchor for the Shaolin Temple.

Dang Mu-jin looked at the monks’ backs and felt inwardly amazed.

‘There are two super masters, and there are almost twenty masters···.’

As expected, the level of Shaolin monks was extremely high.

The power to be called the eldest brother of the Jeongpa martial arts world, acknowledged by everyone.

However, the only monks who paid attention to Hong Geol-gae, who was next to Dang Mu-jin, were Shin Seung and Man-ryeok Seung.

Shin Seung and Manryuk Seung looked at Hong Geol-gae and secretly admired him, but the other monks treated Hong Geol-gae like a human screen.

As the monks of Shaolin Temple disappeared, the open paths came into view. At the very front of the open paths was an old man, and through his disheveled bangs, a flower tattoo could be seen.

‘A flower tattoo. That person seems to be a flower-loving person. He is definitely less accomplished than Geulseon.’

The monks of the Shaolin Temple were not as splendid as the monks of the Gaekjeoksa Temple.

However, the level of openness was not something to be ignored. If you gathered only those with high martial arts skills, they would surpass the number of masters of the average Taoist school.

‘If Shaolin and Gaebong are combined, their military power surpasses that of Cheongseong, Jongnam, Hwasan, and Mudang combined.’

In normal times, he would have been delighted at the superior capabilities of his allies, but now, Dang Mu-jin could not help but feel tense.

The fact that Geulseon died despite leading such a strong force must mean that the Sa faction in the northeastern part of the Central Plains is more dangerous than the Sa faction in the northwest.

The Hwahwano-gae and Gaebongdo were so tired that they lay down on their seats regardless of whether they were Jeongui or Ouipa.

Just as Tang Mujin caught the attention of the Shaolin monks, the Gaebodo people glanced at Hong Geol-gae.

A beggar with an appearance that makes it difficult to tell whether he is a righteous or a wicked person, and who has five knots.

Compared to his young age, he seemed to have a decent amount of skills, but his brilliance was somewhat diminished by the presence of Dang Mu-jin, Hyeon-gong, and Nam-gung-myeong.

Hwahwanogae spoke while pointing at Honggeolgae.

“It’s my first time seeing your face. What’s your name?”

Hong Geol-gae approached with somewhat uncertain steps and revealed his name while holding out a ticket in front of Hwa-hwa-no-gae.

“It’s called Hongjusan.”

“If it’s Hongjusan… it must be Gyuchogae. As I’ve heard, his talent is not bad.”

At first glance, it sounded like a compliment, but Hwa Hwa No Gae’s voice was filled with a hint of disappointment. It was clear that he had unconsciously compared Hong Geol Gae to his friends.

Moreover, Hwa Hwa No Gae’s tone was strangely arrogant.

Hong Geol-gae’s heart pounded with excitement.

But Hong Geol-gae desperately hid his true feelings and answered with a slightly crouched voice.

“I will do my best.”

“Yes. Try harder. Hard work never betrays you.”

Hwahwanogae sent Honggeolgae away with a cold gesture.

Although they could not see the Gaepoongdo and Hwahwanogae, the party behind them discovered a dark smile filling Honggeolgae’s face.

Dang Mu-jin looked at that smile and made up his mind.

‘Now I’m the only normal person. I need to come to my senses too.’