Episode 335. The hilt remembers no blood (5)
Flash!
Lee Cheon-sang, who had been sleeping in Taesa’s chair in Daejeon, where no one was there, woke up.
He stood up from his seat while watching the front with deep eyes. Then he went down the stairs and into the corridor to his left.
how long did it take
At some point, he stopped and pulled down a lantern hanging on the left wall.
Click! Drooling!
As the lamp went down, the stone wall caved in and then opened to the side.
It was one of the secret passages that only the cult leader knew about. Secret passages like this were hidden all over the Shinkyo as well as the Demon Shrine.
Climbing the dark staircase that appeared when the wall opened, he walked for a whopping two feet. Even in the dark space without a single light, his steps were steady.
Seruk.
Finally, the steps of the two heavenly statues stopped.
Koo Goo Goo!
The wall in front of the seat where Lee Cheon-sang was standing opened with a grand sound. A dazzling light poured into the infinitely dark space.
“Are you here?”
“… … .”
“I’ve tried dressing up this and that, but I don’t know if it will suit my mouth.”
An old man was wiping his hands with a white cloth.
Lee Cheon-sang looked at the table next to the old man. All kinds of dishes were set on a fairly large table.
Lee Cheon-sang asked.
“What about alcohol?”
“Yes. It’s probably a yawn that can’t even be compared to what the headmaster used to eat.”
“Come to me.”
“Okay.”
The old man brought two large wine bottles.
Koo Goo Goo!
When the stone door that had been opened closed with a heavy sound, it became the outer wall of an ordinary house again.
Lee Cheon-sang looked out the window. Through the large window, I could see a modest tavern that was all run down.
“It’s still the same.”
“Cleaning is done every day.”
“I don’t think cleaning is important.”
“Isn’t there anything special? It is difficult to open a new bar with the money the head of the Criminal Court gives. Well, people won’t even come because we’re building a new one.”
“… … .”
“Would you like a drink?”
Lee Cheon-sang looked away from the window and sat down. The old man stood next to him as if he had waited and filled his glass.
“It smells good.”
“It’s the first alcohol I drank after coming into the Protestant Church. I haven’t tasted it yet.”
Lee Cheon-sang took a cool drink.
“How are you?”
“not bad.”
The old man grinned. A look of pure joy appeared on his pale face.
“You don’t know how much joy the leader said to me.”
“is it?”
“Of course. The best in the world, no, the best demon of all ages is drinking the wine I brewed. That alone is an honor, but how can you not be happy that the taste is good?”
“Was it the kind of person who was good at talking?”
“I mean it.”
Lee Cheon-sang pointed to the seat next to him with his hand.
“Sit down.”
The old man sat down cautiously.
It was a sight that would startle anyone who knew the usual old man.
This old man had never been so polite. Even if it was in front of the Uicheon Lord or the Iron Blood Lord, this old man was the one who would do it. Such an old man is having a hard time with Lee Cheon-sang.
In addition, people who knew the usual Lee Cheon-sang were in a situation where they couldn’t help but be surprised. Lee Cheon-sang was also not one to drink alcohol poured by others in such a simple space.
“Why did you call me?”
The old man smiled.
“How dare this lowly old man contact the religious leader?”
“… … .”
“Looks like the time has come.”
“Do you want to go?”
“exactly.”
Even in Protestantism, only a few know.
This old man, whom people he knew simply called Old Kang, was Kang Woo-kyung.
He is one of the two heads of the Colorless Temple, and is a legendary assassin who is inferior to his older brother Woo-Chang Kang in every way, but is superior to him in terms of assassination ability.
“I got a call from the late head of the house. To be precise, it must have been what the young schoolmaster ordered the late head of the family to do.”
Lee Cheon-sang nodded.
Kang Woo-kyung asked cautiously.
“Aren’t you in a bad mood?”
“… … .”
“The young priest did quite a few things on his own without the leader’s order.”
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“So if he’s satisfied, that’s enough.”
It was a terrible trust.
Kang Woo-gyeong said bitterly.
“Trust between priests and students is something that can be so deep. In this era where even siblings are fighting each other, it’s truly amazing.”
Maybe it was because Lee Cheon-sang was strong.
The strongest demon in the world who is not oppressed by anything. Nothing can bind him, so he can show this faith.
“Are you thinking of your brother?”
“exactly.”
“Do you still resent him?”
Kang Woo-kyung burst out laughing. It was a laugh that oozes despondency, but wiped away most of the resentment.
“Time is not medicine. now you’ve laid it all down If I ever see him again, I’m sure he’ll smile and hand me a drink.”
“It could have been if the Colorless Temple hadn’t resumed its activities.”
“exactly. So I wonder.”
Kang Woo-kyung’s face was serious.
“Except for the religious leader and Daehobeop, no one in the Protestant Church knows my identity. Not only the military commander, but also the late Dangju do not know about my past. The late Dangju only knows me as an informant who worked for the political faction Murim.”
“I guess so.”
“But I wonder how the young master knew and summoned me. Or, did the headmaster give you a word?”
“no.”
“What if?”
Lee Cheon-sang emptied his glass and said. The food was still untouched.
“Ryang has a particularly good sense. It’s hard to catch up with that guy’s sixth sense even if he’s the same extreme horse and on an equal footing. Those eyes that penetrate the essence of events and situations, whether they are innate, acquired through experience, or thanks to magical arts, deserve to be called divine eyes.”
Kang Woo-gyeong was a little surprised. It was because when Lee Cheon-sang spoke about someone, he had never seen him speak for such a long time.
“But no matter how great your intuition is, it’s hard to show your full potential if you don’t have a minimum of information. It seems that I have come across various information regarding Haomen.”
“Right.”
“Maybe it’s information from Shaolin.”
Kang Woo-kyung’s eyes flashed.
It was the moment of transformation from a stooped old man to the head of the Colorless Temple, who enjoyed unrivaled strength in the shadows of rivers and lakes.
“Shaolin… … Do you know about Shaolin, too?”
“I can’t know. We know what Shaolin knows, and Shaolin knows what we know. The main school and Shaolin have such a strange relationship.”
“It’s not like we’re exchanging information.”
“I said it was a strange relationship, but I didn’t say it was close. Rather, the best enemy of our school is not the Uicheon League and Sangvis Castle, but Shaolin.”
Lee Cheon-sang held out his cup. Kang Woo-kyung politely poured the drink.
“If it wasn’t for your brother, even that serpent-like Uicheon Lord wouldn’t have been able to paralyze Shaolin and the shaman.”
“I bet it was.”
“You’ll get a drink too.”
Lee Cheon-sang filled Kang Woo-kyung’s cup with his own hands. Kang Woo-gyeong bowed her waist as if it was an honor.
“Have a drink.”
The two clinked glasses.
Kang Woo-kyung, who emptied his glass, made an impression.
“It doesn’t taste good.”
“is it.”
Lee Chun-sang, who had set the cup, raised his hand.
Woo woo woo.
It seemed like a haze was rising around the large hand. The scenery around the hand looked distorted.
“It wouldn’t be good to drag it out for a long time. I will return your martial arts.”
“Before that, can I ask you one more question?”
“I know.”
Kang Woo-kyung’s face was filled with unknown confusion.
“Why did the headmaster save me?”
“Were you curious about that?”
“exactly. Furthermore, it was incomprehensible to me that they were allowed to live here in the castle.”
It has been more than 20 years since Kang Woo-gyeong entered the Protestant Church.
It is probably the first person in the history of a thousand years to break through the iron defense of Protestantism. His stealth and breakthrough power were so great.
Furthermore, he deceived the eyes of Ho Court, and soon hid in the Demon Palace and aimed for Lee Cheon-sang.
Kang Woo-kyung, who fooled everyone and broke through all obstacles.
However, his assassination attempt failed.
No, I couldn’t even try. It was because Lee Cheon-sang already knew of his existence even before he drew the blade of the decision.
Twenty years had passed, but Kang Woo-gyeong still remembered it clearly.
The terrifying eyes of Lee Cheon-sang, who sat with his chin resting on Taesa’s chair and looked down at him.
The majesty of a living Demon God who suppressed himself with a feeling of intimidation without a single gesture or even a single knife cut.
At that time, Kang Woo-gyeong realized.
The Cheonma Shinkyo is a ‘group’ made up of countless demons. However, the true power of the Heavenly Demonic Church did not come from demons.
only a thousand
The power of the Heavenly Demon is the whole and the end of the Heavenly Demon Religion. He doesn’t need any troops or tactics.
It is not a metaphor, but the moment Cheon-sang Lee directly sets foot in Moorim, the world will become hell.
So I was even more curious. If Lee Cheon-sang truly wanted the world, he would have to go out into the world on his own. The moment he moved, both sides of the political and evil camps would have turned into a sea of fire.
But why is he crouching here? Doesn’t he want to take the world, the midfield?
“From the point of view of Protestantism, and furthermore, from the point of view of the religious leader, I deserved to die. I was trying to assassinate the religious leader, so even if I tore him to death 10,000 times, it wouldn’t be enough. But instead, the religious leader provided me with a house to live in.”
“It did.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I just wanted to.”
“… … ?”
“I was interested in you. I thought it was too much to kill. That’s why I only ordered you to live here on the condition that you don’t leave the Protestant Church.”
“that is… … everything?”
“Do I need another reason?”
Kang Woo-kyung sighed.
“It’s thanks to the leader’s capriciousness that this old man was able to live.”
“That’s how it is.”
“At one time I thought of this. I wondered if the religious leader was trying to get people to observe me. I thought it was a ploy to cleverly dig into the murder method of the colorless temple.”
“I’m not even curious about that kind of junk drink.”
An insult is an insult, but Kang Woo-kyung was not offended. If the opponent is Lee Cheon-sang, it is not strange to say anything.
“The reason is not important.”
“… … ?”
“What matters is the result. Whims or whatever, you’ve lived here for over twenty years. And now, you are trying to be of help to my heir in his moment of need.”
“… … .”
“The hilt does not remember blood. Only the fact that it was swung is what matters. That my choice was right has been proven right now.”
Kang Woo-kyung burst into laughter without knowing it.
“I really can’t stand it.”
he got up from his seat
“Give me back my body.”
Uduk.
The sound of bones twisting echoed from Kang Woo-gyeong’s body.
Lee Cheon-sang slowly turned his outstretched hand.
Crunchy! Crunchy!
A ghastly sound echoed through the room.
The curved waist and small body changed rapidly.
He makes full use of the axis ball without even touching his hands. The infinite power of the heavenly world was transforming Kang Woo-kyung’s body so easily.
Kang Woo-kyung’s face was so calm.
The two heavenly statues are showing the ability to reach a god, but anyway, the muscles and bones are twisting, and there was no pain. He is literally enduring the pain of a broken root bone with immobility.
body has changed
Quickly, delicately, and reliably.
“It is done.”
“Whoa.”
Kang Woo-kyung, who closed his eyes and caught his breath, looked down at his body.
There, there was no more stooped old man Kang. There was a man with a straight back, good muscular limbs, and a strong body that gave the impression of being thin but strong.
“It’s been a while.”
Kang Woo-kyung’s face showed honest joy.
Lee Cheon-sang said as he filled his cup.
“Your body must have been very stiff. However, the size of the dantian is much larger than before, so it won’t take long to regain your skills.”
“Thank you.”
“Let’s go.”
Kang Woo-kyung smiled.
“I hope to see you again in the future.”
Squeak.
As soon as the words were finished, Kang Woo-gyeong disappeared.
I can’t visually confirm how it disappeared. It was a stealth technique that reached the height of divine skill.
Lee Chun-sang, who was refilling his cup again, suddenly turned his eyes to the food.
He picked up a piece of well-roasted meat with his chopsticks and ate it.
“Simple.”
Lee Cheon-sang turned his eyes to the window.
There was a subtle demonic energy in his clear eyes.
“There really isn’t much left.”
when i go out into the world
