Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 392



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 392

Enemy and I (4)

“I didn’t see this directly either. It’s just that I remembered a story I heard from the master.”

“… Could you elaborate a little more?”

“You must have heard that there are as many eccentric people in the world as grains of sand. We also have one such eccentric person in our shamanism. This is the founder of Nodo.”

Taegeuk Swordsman raised his head and looked at the sky.

Taegeuk Sword Master, who had been staring into the empty space with eyes filled with longing, immediately added his words.

“The patriarch said that there is someone like you in Shaolin. No, the patriarch said that someone is even more stubborn than you.”

Why else would the one who called even the Heavenly Horse his evil friend call that old monk a dangjung?

But when I think back on what Sajo had said, it was ambiguous to call the old monk a thief.

The old monk was an old monk who claimed to be a protector of Buddhism and lived his entire life without leaving the temple.

“He was a monk of incredible tenacity who devoted his entire life to nothing but practicing asceticism, devoting himself to training, and repeating ascetic practices.”

His master was also an eccentric person who had trained only in swordsmanship for decades, but his master said something different.

He said that at least before he encountered that heavenly horse, he was a child who was interested in worldly things and chased after vanity.

Ironically, these words were not meant as a compliment to the old monk.

– He’s a shut-in who’s lived his whole life in the mountains, doesn’t know how the world works, and can’t communicate at all.

While Taegeuk Sword Master was recalling what Sajo had told him, Jegalmun casually asked a question.

“Is the level of that Shaolin genius really that outstanding?”

“I don’t know, since I’ve never met him in person. However, I heard from my father that he blew a horn during the last fight.”

Ironically, even though their skills were comparable, the former Mudang Jeilgeom was not willing to fight the old monk. Unlike the fight with Cheonma, he enjoyed it.

He said that he enjoyed talking and fighting with Cheonma, but when he fought and talked with the old monk, he felt as if his stomach was full of stones.

The reason why I, the best swordsman in the world, didn’t tell Taegeuk Swordsman, and didn’t tell Cheonma about the old monk, was also here.

Since they were opponents who could not communicate with each other, if Cheonma and the old monk met, it was clear that they would fight until one of them died.

Naturally, Mudangjeilgeom was worried that the old monk would die, so he did not tell Cheonma about the other rival.

Because I had a feeling it would end up looking like a murder case.

Taegeukgeomseon, who had no way of knowing the inner thoughts of Sajo, who had already passed away, continued the conversation.

“And the level of the ancestral spirit who ascended the throne was such that even this current Nodo would not dare to promise to last for ten seconds.”

“… … .”

Zhuge Liang, who was speechless for a moment, soon realized the important point and asked.

“When was the last time you had a fight?”

To that question, Taegeuk Sword Master stroked his beard and answered.

“Hmm. It’s been about ten years since the lord of the universe ascended the Uhwadengseon, and it’s been another ten years since the lord of the universe last visited him. So it must have been at least twenty years.”

“…Can you tell me how old that old monk is?”

“I don’t know exactly, but it must have been over a hundred years ago.”

“… … .”

Jegalmun, who was speechless for a moment, muttered with a complicated expression.

“Perhaps, he has already attained Buddhahood.”

Taegeuk Swordsman nodded.

“That may be true, but there is a saying that goes, ‘Ubiquity is power.’”

Zhuge Liang also nodded with an expression of understanding.

“Given the current situation, I think it would be best to make sure.”

* * *

A few days later, the Taegeuk Swordsman arrived at Sungsan in Hanam.

He passed through the main gate of Shaolin and entered the temple grounds, and arrived at the abbot’s office with the guidance of one of Shaolin’s greatest disciples.

Perhaps it was because the Shaolin disciples had told him that the Taegeuk Sword Master had come. The Shaolin abbot, Buddha, and Master Gong-Hwan were waiting for him there.

“Nice to meet you. Taegeuk Sword Master.”

“I would like to meet the abbot of Shaolin.”

Shaolin Master and Taegeuk Sword Master each exchanged greetings with their respective class leaders and gave them a prize.

The Shaolin abbot glanced at the Buddha, then looked back at the Tai Chi Sword Master and asked.

“I heard from Priest Gong-Hwan, but did you come here because of the business of that demonic cult?”

Taegeuk Sword Master nodded to the leader’s question and tried his best to persuade them.

For example, he disguised himself as a member of the Blood Cult and massacred civilians, and planted seeds in the Demonic Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance in order to create a double-crossing scheme among the martial arts people.

“I also know that Shaolin has a deep grudge with the Demonic Cult. However, before we discuss our grudges, didn’t we learn martial arts to help sentient beings? While the Demonic Cult is reforming and helping the common people, the imperial family is actually tormenting the common people for power.”

As both the Buddha and the monk had complicated expressions on their faces, Taegeuk Swordsman added his words as if driving a wedge in.

“I know it’s hard to trust the Demonic Cult. So, how about we stop the tyranny of the Imperial Family first, and then decide whether the Demonic Cult is right or wrong later?”

As if his mind was in a state of confusion, the headmaster closed his eyes tightly and recited the disapproval.

“Amitabha.”

And when he opened his eyes, he turned his head for a moment, exchanged glances with Ambassador Gong Hwan, and then opened his mouth.

“I guess this isn’t something that the Master can decide on his own. Even though he is the abbot of Shaolin, he can’t decide everything on his own.”

The head of the room who said that got up.

Since they could not remain in the room without their master, Ambassador Gong Hwan and Taegeuk Sword Master also followed.

Immediately after leaving the room, the room leader appointed Taegeuk Sword Master as the class leader.

“I will give you an answer after discussion, so please wait in the guest hall for a moment. Amitabha.”

“Amitabha.”

Ambassador Gong Hwan also joined in the protest and followed the abbot out of the abbot’s office.

The two of them crossed the Shaolin scriptures, passed through the gate at the back of Shaolin, and headed deep into the Songshan Mountains.

After walking along the mountain path for a while, the two arrived at a cave that even most Shaolin monks were unaware of.

Then, someone’s voice echoed in their minds.

– What brings you here, Abbot?

It was a profound Buddhist technique called Hyegwangsim-eo (慧光心語), which went beyond the secret transmission of sound and conveyed the thoughts to the other person as they were.

“I have come here to talk to you about something important, Hyeonam Sa Baekjo.”

– Please come inside.

With the permission of the man named Hyeonam, the abbot and the ambassador Gong Hwan entered the cave.

Inside the cave. There, a pitiful old monk, almost skeletal, was sitting cross-legged.

With his back turned to the head of the cave and Ambassador Gong Hwan, he faced the cave wall.

– Feel free to talk.

When the old monk named Hyeonam’s words of wisdom were heard again, the abbot told him the story he had heard from Taegeuk Geom-seon a little while ago.

And when the abbot’s story was over, a heavy energy wave began to flow out from the body of the old monk named Hyeonam.

“Gulp.”

Gong-hwan swallowed dry saliva without realizing it. For some reason, he felt a sense of foreboding.

Ambassador Gong Hwan soon realized what the feeling of awkwardness was.

‘… A thousand-blooded dragon.’

Strangely enough, the sincere energy emanating from Sa Baek Jo felt very similar to that of Cheonhyeol Gangsi.

There was only one difference.

While that of the Thousand Blooded Sword was covered with terrible resentment, curses, and murderous intent, that of the Four Hundred Birds was made up only of magnificent Buddhist internal energy.

‘A peculiar thought.’

While Ambassador Gong-hwan realized that he had dared to compare the Four White Swan to that horrible creature, he was internally displeased.

Ssuk.

Hyunam, floating in the air, spun around without moving his body at all and looked at the two old monks instead of the wall.

While the two old monks were lost in the unrealistic sight, Hyeonam spoke for the first time.

“Why do you ask such a foolish question, sir?”

It was a dry, almost torn tone, as if he had not opened his mouth for a long time.

“Evil is evil, and the devil is just evil. Are you willing to fall for the devil’s wicked whispers and bring shame on Shaolin?”

Only then did the two old monks realize that their four hundred swans were angry.

“Our prayers were so weak that we almost fell for the whispers of the devil.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sa Baek Jo.”

As the two quickly bowed their heads together with the class president, Hyun-am muttered in a shaky voice.

“Amitabha. Where is the shaman’s child who told me that news?”

“The guest house is waiting for my answer.”

“But how do you find the Taegeuk Sword?”

Hyunam answered the monk’s question that followed the room manager’s.

“The shaman’s child has been poisoned by the devil. Shouldn’t we drive out the devil for the sake of the child? I plan to close the danjeon and lock him up in the repentance hall until he regains his senses.”

“… The Taegeuk Sword Master is his descendant, but isn’t his hand too much?”

When the abbot, who knew that the shaman, Hyeonam, had a connection with the old monk, asked cautiously, Hyeonam looked at the abbot and let out a sigh.

“Shout!”

At that shout, both the head monk and the Buddha felt as if their insides were shaken and blood would gush out of their mouths at any moment.

Strangely enough, even the Buddha who had ascended the Inhaenggyeong suffered internal injuries from the shout, but no vibration was felt from the cave walls.

“How can these so-called Shaolin abbots and elders still speak out of personal feelings?”

To Hyeonam’s scolding, the two were unable to respond.

“Please guide me to the guest house.”

“… Yes, Your Majesty.”

As the head of the household, who had been dealing with the internal injuries, turned away first, Hyeon-am followed him.

Ambassador Gong-hwan, who was following behind Hyeon-am and Bang-jang, felt a sense of discomfort.

‘I really don’t know how you’re walking with that body.’

He had almost no flesh left, let alone muscle, and his sagging skin, old and worn, seemed to cling to his bones, looking like a swan.

The four hundred swans followed the abbot along the mountain path without showing any sign of fatigue.

And soon, Gong-Hwan was able to realize the truth contained in the movements of the four hundred swans.

‘… You are moving your body with only your will and intention.’

As Gong-Hwan had expected, Hyeon-Am barely had any muscles left to move his body.

He was moving his body purely with the power of energy.

It felt as if I was looking at something other than a human, with flesh, blood, and muscles all replaced by the element called qi.

Gong-Hwan, who had been reminded of that evil being that he should never think of again, recited his dislike inwardly again.

‘Amitabha. I’m sorry, Muheoja.’

I felt sorry for Taegeukgeomseon, who was waiting for news at the assassination hall, but he could not stop Sa Baek-jo.

Also, I thought that what Sa Baek Jo said was right.

A horse was a horse, and he could not forgive someone who had fallen into the trap out of personal feelings.

While Gong-hwan was chanting the Buddhist mantra toward the Taegeuk Swordsman as if he were chanting to the dead, they had already descended the mountain and entered the sutra hall of Shaolin Temple.

They crossed the scriptures and arrived at the guest house.

“… That guy, Muheoja, has already left? What, what does that mean?”

The Taegeuk Sword was not left there.

* * *

A few days ago. The story of the Zhuge family.

“Senior Taegeuk Sword Master, if after discussing this matter with the abbot in Shaolin, the abbot withholds an answer and heads off somewhere, then leave Shaolin without looking back.”

“What do you mean? Leave without even listening to the answer.”

“If it is a problem that the abbot cannot decide on his own, he can just call the Shaolin elders to the abbot’s office. If the abbot himself goes somewhere because he cannot give an answer, doesn’t that mean there is someone higher up than the abbot?”

“indeed….”

Taegeuk Sword Master nodded as if he understood, but soon began to have doubts and asked.

“Even if that old monk is alive, don’t you need to hear an answer?”

“There is no need to listen. Isn’t the old monk’s answer already in the story that Taegeukgeomseon told you?”

A stubborn person who is unable to communicate.

Would such a person be able to show flexibility and accept the idea of ​​targeting the imperial family instead of the Demonic Cult?

“Even if the sun rises in the west, he will never accept the Demonic Cult. Rather, he would probably attack the Taegeuk Sword Master Senior for siding with the Demonic Cult.”

“… … .”

When Taegeuk Swordsman seemed to be in trouble, Jegalmun stabbed him in the back.

“If you are really worried, you can go back first and leave a letter. If you are willing to form an alliance, wouldn’t Shaolin join you according to that letter?”

* * *

“I heard that you have come down from the mountain because an urgent matter has arisen and you are leaving behind only a letter… Is there a problem, Master?”

In response to the guest’s question, the head of the household and Ambassador Gong-hwan turned their heads and looked at Hyeon-am with complex eyes that were a mixture of fear and respect.