Episode 628 Stories from the reign (3)
“Let me see.”
Flap!
When I unfolded the huge cotton blanket, it was over one sheet in length and width.
The outside of the silk blanket had a colorful dragon pattern engraved on it. A silk blanket made by the best chimseong master in the Jungwon region would be worth a thousand gold in itself.
And the right end of the blanket.
There, the words “Lee Cheon-sang, the 35th generation leader of the Heavenly Demon God Religion, and the only demon god,” were richly embroidered on it.
“Well, okay. This should be enough.”
In fact, he won’t care if it’s all torn apart. Because what matters is the heart.
But after all, isn’t a good thing a good thing? It’s ridiculous that a man who is the leader of the Heavenly Demon Church and is worth ten thousand demons would take any blanket.
Xiliang looked around.
“It’s desolate.”
The scorched earth felt strangely eerie, as if it were a city of the dead.
The crumbling castle walls were proof of the passage of time. There were quite a few intact buildings that had not collapsed, but the sight of this place, with most of the buildings falling apart, was like a huge graveyard.
Seoliang looked around with calm eyes and looked down at the ground.
“It’s very oily.”
Can I use it as a cemetery?
“It would be better to build a cemetery and erect a statue.”
Perhaps the teacher will scold you and tell you to mind your own business and not make unnecessary repairs.
But, well, I tried not to think about it that far.
I am the great Heavenly Demon who created the world of magic. They said they would erect a statue for Master, but who would dare say anything? He doesn’t even use a laborer, and he plans to make it himself, so even the teacher won’t click his tongue.
Xi Liang touched the ground.
Pusssssss.
The land with a radius of three feet was completely destroyed.
It wasn’t cracked or broken. It was literally close to evaporation.
Since the ground suddenly collapsed, it was normal for Seoryang to also fall headlong into the ground. However, he remained standing there thanks to the trick of levitating.
With a blanket.
“This width and depth should be enough.”
In my heart, I wanted to build a shrine that stretched dozens of miles.
But that’s not something that even Lee Cheon-sang would want. Furthermore, Seo-ryang also did not want to be shaken by such hardships.
We can erect statues for heroes who have accomplished great feats. However, if too much land is taken, the civilians will lose just the same amount of land.
A scope that is neither too broad nor too narrow.
If you build a graveyard just this wide and erect a large statue next to it, that would be enough.
Seoliang looked at the huge stones piled up on one side.
It was marble brought directly from Daeri, Yunnan. There were hundreds of marble slabs of the highest quality piled up.
He stretched out his hand.
Wooooow.
The heavy marbles naturally came to mind.
It was a large and spacious stone, with one plate weighing nearly 1,000 pounds. Even though he lifted as many as ten such marble slabs, there was no change in Seo-ryang’s expression.
It was the power of Yeomramashin, a force that reached the level of a god, and the ability to compete for supremacy in all times and times with the former leader of the cult, Lee Cheon-sang.
Of course, even that wasn’t my best effort.
Slurp.
Seo-ryang moved the marble delicately and placed it on the hole.
“Well, okay.”
Seo-ryang’s fingers moved in a circular motion.
thud! thud!
Marble pieces cut into circles fell to the ground.
The circular marble was placed on the floor of the cemetery. It fit perfectly without a single error.
“done.”
Seoyang went into the tomb and spread out the blanket.
“This is right?”
He smiled and looked up at the sky.
“I read traces of innate magic energy remaining here. This is probably the right place. Even if it’s not, it’s not a hassle to work on it again, so just pretend it’s here.”
Although he said it as a joke, Seo-ryang was convinced. It was here, at this exact spot, that Lee Cheon-sang turned into light.
I had no doubt that this was the place where the human Lee Cheon-sang died.
Flap!
After laying down the blanket, Seo-ryang came out again and cut an identical marble board and placed it on top of my blanket.
Seo-ryang’s hands were moving busily.
Let’s go!
Marble was also placed on the inner wall to prevent soil from intruding even for a moment. Although it did not fit perfectly because it was angled, the earth and stones were melted with the flames of Guyumagong and it was firmly fixed.
“Well, it’s roughly finished.”
Grumbling.
In an instant, Seoryang’s eyes turned into demon eyes.
Googoo googung!
The piles of dirt on the surrounding land came to mind.
The flames of Old Yuma Flower rose in the rising earth. The soil instantly turned black and thick and sticky.
Seoliang filled the cemetery with soil that was almost liquid.
Cheeeeeeeee!
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The temperature of the area in contact with the marble surface was lowered as much as possible. Because the marble is so thick, it will not break.
Seoliang’s work continued.
Kaaaang! Cheeeeeeeee!
After several rounds of work, a huge tomb made of round marble was revealed.
Chiiik!
It’s called marble, but because all that was left was shaved, melted, and then cooled, it didn’t have its unique luster.
Seo-ryang whetted his appetite.
“Please take a look at this. It took a lot of hard work to make.”
Still, it was evident that he put in an effort. The color was somewhat dark, but as time went by, the surface became more shiny.
Seo-ryang, who was quietly looking at the graveyard, dragged two liquor bottles into the water.
“It is the Six Heavenly Heart Pillar.”
He picked one of them and sprinkled alcohol all over the cemetery.
“It’s the liquor that Master loved so much. Oh my, now that I think about it, you didn’t teach me something really important. You didn’t even leave a recipe for making it, right?”
A bottle of six thousand heart liquor ran out in an instant. A heavy yet refreshing scent vibrated throughout the area.
“Tsk tsk.”
Seoliang, who sat down in front of the grave, uncorked the remaining bottle and drank it down.
“Huh! Good!”
Xu Liang grinned.
“Did you know this? If you drink six thousand heart liquor at a freezing temperature, it will be much smoother than when you drink it plain. Well, since you like strong liquor, it may not suit your taste, Master.”
Seoryang’s eyes, who were looking at the tomb with a smile, slowly twinkled.
“It took quite a while.”
The luster of the marble tomb has become more vivid than before.
“I was planning to put a blanket here in the future, right? That later was the time when I would take control of the world. Ah! I see we’ve talked about this topic before.”
Xiliang rested his chin.
“Actually… I thought it would be faster than this. I’m only saying this to you, Master, but when I met Damsayoung again, for just a moment, I thought about tearing that guy’s head out and burning the entire center to the ground.”
It wasn’t just something I said. This was sincere.
But he did not kill Dam Sa-young.
“Because someone will get hurt.”
Human lives should not be compared with numbers.
But Seoliang knew. If Dam Sa-yeong had been killed on Mt. Wudang, the entire central plain would have been stained with blood.
And that countless civilians would have lost their lives in that fight.
Xiliang didn’t want that.
“I had to turn around a bit, but I arrived at my destination anyway. I’m feeling a bit groggy.”
Seoryang, who was quietly looking at the graveyard, immediately smiled.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to see you again in the future. I probably won’t even try to see you again in the first place. I’m sure I’m too busy, and I’m thinking of running around here and there and having fun.”
Wooooow.
Before Seoryang’s eyes, Eugene’s figure appeared like a fantasy.
“So, I would like to see your face one last time.”
Whoa!
As part of Panmajeong’s strength was brought in, the surrounding scenery, excluding the cemetery, changed in an instant.
New sprouts sprouted on the ruined land. Wherever the half-collapsed castle wall went, a lively town soon emerged.
The sky was blue and the temperature was good.
And next to the graveyard, there was a huge statue standing over seven feet tall.
The identity of the statue was Lee Cheon-sang. The image of the Absolute, sitting in Taesa Temple and looking down at the world with a languid expression, was as vivid as if it were real.
Xu Liang’s eyes wavered.
When I saw the statue of Lee Cheon-sang created with Panmajeong’s efforts, I really wanted to make it for real right away.
“Is this me?”
And next to the statue.
A huge man appeared, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand stroking the statue.
Xu Liang smiled.
“Are you here?”
“OK.”
“……Oh? That’s fascinating.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was planning to use Panmajeong’s power to summon the master in my memories.”
“I guess so.”
“But I think the Master who is in front of me right now is ‘real’?”
“It’s both real and fake. You can think of me as the person I was a while ago, when you fell headlong while climbing the Mythic Mirror.”
“I know. That’s why I’m a little surprised.”
“Is that so?”
“yes.”
Lee Cheon-sang approached Seo-ryang.
His blunt expression was the same as before. But for some reason, there was a sense of composure that I only felt from Master Jeoksong and Hyeon Cheon Jin-in.
dump!
Lee Cheon-sang sat across from Seo-ryang.
As I sat like that, it felt as if Lee Cheon-sang’s soul had come back to life from the graveyard.
“Why did you throw away the bottle?”
Xu Liang chuckled.
“I sprayed it so you could eat it. But now that I think about it, it didn’t really mean anything.”
“Give me whatever you were drinking.”
“Here you go.”
Lee Cheon-sang took the bottle and poured the contents into his mouth.
Xiliang cleared his throat.
“You eat a lot.”
“……hmm.”
Lee Cheon-sang frowned.
“It’s so cold.”
“Isn’t it soft?”
“It’s still a mild drink. Don’t make it cold, drink it at lukewarm temperature.”
“This is mild?”
“Anything weaker than this is not alcohol, it’s just a drink.”
“It’s okay. I like it soft.”
“I made a mountain of it, and it ended up going into the stomach of someone who doesn’t even know how to drink.”
“Is that so?”
Lee Cheon-sang, who was quietly watching Seo-ryang, spoke with a particularly serious expression.
“listen carefully.”
“yes?”
“The ingredient is rice grown in Sacheon. I tried using grains from other places, but none of them tasted as good as the rice grown in Sacheon.”
“What are you saying all of a sudden?”
“In fact, what is really important is the fermentation process. Rice and medicinal ingredients are mixed and fermented properly at an appropriate temperature, and then three hundred days later, they are exposed to air for three days. First of all, let’s talk about temperature….”
Surprise appeared on Seo-ryang’s face.
Lee Cheon-sang was now teaching the recipe for making Yukcheon-simju. It was a silken manufacturing method created by Lee Cheon-sang himself through numerous trials and errors, and was not known to anyone until now.
‘… … .’
I felt strange.
They said it was neither real nor fake, but looking at things like this, it seemed like it was really Lee Cheon-sang. My heart was shaken once again.
“What are you doing?”
“yes?”
“It’s a recipe for making silk that you can’t hear about anywhere else. Don’t be distracted and try to listen carefully. It will be difficult to memorize.”
“Okay, I’ll focus now. Please tell me again from the beginning.”
“…….”
“…….”
“For rice, it is best to use rice grown in Sacheon. And….”
Lee Cheon-sang’s lecture did not end even after half an hour had passed.
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