Episode 112
What’s the problem with that?
The middle-aged man, who suddenly heard swearing, muttered in a somber voice.
“… … “As expected of a demon, you have a big mouth.”
Sang So-un lost so much blood that he was on the verge of death.
In the meantime, seeing him deliver the message with clouded eyes made me feel intense anger.
‘Did you distract Izzy with magic?’
Rather than distracting, it would be dominating.
It was truly not an ordinary magician.
‘Goodbye, son.’
The middle-aged man, Si Ma Lianju (邪魔魔聯主) Sa Ji Hwan, crushed Sang Xiao Yun’s head with his foot.
Push!
“Keuhak!”
A miserable scream burst from Sang So-un’s mouth.
Sa Ji-hwan didn’t care and rubbed his feet on the floor.
After wiping the blood and brain fluid from his silk shoes, he returned to his chair and sat down again.
Sang So-un was seen with his limbs cut off and his head smashed.
A look of disdain appeared in Sa Ji-hwan’s eyes as he watched that scene.
‘Still, I thought it would be better. After all, defective products are unavoidable.’
He confidently assured me of success, so I gave him a fortune and gave him a fortune, but he ended up like that.
That would be because he was born to a lowly woman.
‘Even if I look half as good as that guy… … Whoa. That guy also has dirty blood.’
He thought of Hu Weijin and immediately shook his head to shake it off.
‘The only place that can use such magical techniques is the Heavenly Demon Church. How dare they provoke me?’
The Heavenly Demon Church is said to be the strongest single organization in the world.
No matter how much they were, they chose the wrong opponent this time.
Sa Ji-hwan’s mouth slowly opened and an eerie voice came out.
“Tell everyone to gather at the Danju level.”
The warriors shouted in unison.
“yes! “Ryeonju!”
Soon, the inside of the palace was filled with people.
Among them, an old man who came in late hit his head on the ground and shouted.
It was a footnote from Seojogak (鼠鳥閣), which oversees information on Sima Lian.
“Ryeonju! “I received a call from the Hebei branch!”
“say.”
“It is said that all of them, including the four evil spirits and the four evil spirits who were dispatched to the Hebei Paeng family, were found annihilated! Judging by the terrible scars, it is said that it appears as if he had been hit by a magic attack, but this Confucius’ whereabouts are unknown, with only one severed hand remaining… … .”
“You tell me so quickly.”
“S-sorry! I will definitely find this Confucius… … .”
“Except for that hand, the rest is over there.”
Sa Ji-Hwan pointed to the corner with his chin.
The old man quickly turned his head and saw Sang So-un’s body lying there with his limbs cut off and his head exploded.
“… … “Hey, Confucius!”
“quiet!”
A creepy deception flowed from Sa Ji-hwan.
Everyone gathered in Daejeon looked at him with stiff faces.
“Buryeonju.”
“yes. “Ryeonju.”
The tall old man took a step forward.
“Just as Seo Jo-sak-ju said. The second child was attacked by magic. Please check for yourself.”
“… … All right”
“And bring him before me. Even if it’s a torn body.”
“I understand, Ryonju.”
When Bu Ryeon-ju answered by putting his hands together, Sa Ji-hwan shook off his sleeves and went outside.
The cold wind hit his long gun and scattered it.
‘If you’re a floater, you’ll be able to catch the tail of whatever kind of guy he’s doing.’
He was so capable that even Sa Ji-hwan was wary of him.
As soon as we understand the situation and complete the personnel selection, we will head to Hebei Province.
I remembered the warning Mine had given through Sang So-un’s words.
‘Don’t fuss and just stay flat?’
A strange smile appeared on his lips.
A cold voice came out from his lips.
“You won’t even get a chance to do that.”
* * *
Zheng Guang enjoyed eating and drinking until he left Shanxi Province.
However, as soon as they entered Henan Province, where the Murim League was located, they unfolded the divine law and ran.
Baek Seung-mu, who was out of breath from continuing to run, barely managed to ask.
“Fine, death penalty. Please go a little slower. “Why are you in such a hurry?”
“When we went from the Murim League to Hebei Province, we went to almost every place.”
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“Well, it’s still too fast.”
“Fast? “I’m going really slow because of the priest?”
“… … sorry.”
Baek Seung-moo bit his lip and unleashed his inner energy.
The next one to have a hard time was Zhao, but he gritted his teeth and ran for fear of being noticed by Zheng Guang.
So they ran and ran and entered Zhengzhou County, Henan Province.
This was the vegetable garden of Shaolin Temple.
Shaolin Temple’s reputation was quite good, and the common people who saw the Buddha and Gongwu came like a cloud.
“Oh my, the divine monk has come down to this world. “It is the blessing of my third life to see you here.”
“The ancient dragon has become more devoted to you. “May the blessings of Buddha always be with you.”
It was truly incredibly popular.
Enough to push the beautiful Jeonggwang to one side, to the point where it could be believed to be a immortal.
It was a very refreshing experience for Jeong Gwang.
It was not because he was alienated, but because he could not see the prestigious political faction being so revered by the grassroots.
‘I don’t think there was anything other than the text.’
Gong-do, Hwasan-do, and Jong-nam were not well-received by the powerless.
No, on the contrary, I even tried to avoid it.
‘They say I’m doing a good job as a middle schooler, so it seems to be true.’
In Jeong Gwang’s mind, his evaluation of Shaolin Temple increased.
One side was doing it right.
‘I’m looking forward to this.’
The Shaolin Temple did not betray his expectations.
Shaolin Temple, the birthplace of Zen Buddhism and the origin of martial arts in the Central Plains, was located at the foot of Sosilbong Peak on Songshan Mountain, which is considered the middle peak of the five peaks.
Although it is not comparable to Kunlun Mountain, it is quite a majestic mountain, and many worshipers were walking up and down the mountain.
‘Both those going up and those coming down look happy.’
An exclamation flowed from Jeong Gwang’s mouth.
“Hey. “This would be quite useful.”
“… … .”
Seungmoo Baek quickly lowered his head, and Zhao listened with one ear and let it out with the other.
Buddha only grinned and did not blame him, but Gongwu, who had low moral character, frowned.
“Small cooperative. “Your words are too much.”
“uh? “Isn’t it good if a lot of donations come in?”
“… … no. “Let’s stop.”
Gong-woo was also starting to realize little by little about the person named Jeong-gwang.
If you mix things up, you are the one who loses.
Climbing the mountain in silence, they reached the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.
By being with the Buddha, I was able to go deep into the depths without any restraint.
A monk from Jigaekdang (知客堂), who guided the guests, followed along, and he led Jeonggwang and his group to a small monk’s room (僧房).
When Jeong Gwang saw the room, his mouth widened.
‘… … ‘Have I come to Kunlun?’
Isn’t it similar to the small rooms in Kunlun that are so shabby that they have a lot of flair?
‘No, what is this room that doesn’t fit at all in such a huge site, with so many ancient and magnificent buildings?’
The monk at Jigaekdang seemed to have noticed his doubts and explained.
“It’s a shabby place, but please understand. “Every room in the headquarters is like this.”
“… … “And the elders’ rooms?”
“exactly.”
“… … “Even the elder Buddha’s room?”
“exactly.”
“wow. “That’s not really true.”
“What’s the problem? “If it’s a room, it’s okay as long as you can lie down.”
Jeong Gwang looked dumbfounded, but Buddha next to him added:
“It’s true. “The same goes for the priest’s room.”
“… … .”
Jeong Gwang shook his head.
Kunlun didn’t have money to begin with, so I can understand. What kind of predicament can he be in when he has so much money?
‘Well, it’s been a while since I did something like this, so I guess it’s okay.’
Zheng Guang remembered his room in Kunlun and decided to accept it.
“all right. “I’ll rest well.”
The monk at Jigaekdang politely greeted the class.
“Amitabha Buddha. If you have any inconvenience, please let me know at any time. “I’ll do my best to guess.”
I wasn’t in a position to adjust it, but what could I do? That’s what I have to do.
Following Jeong Gwang, Baek Seung-moo and Zhao were also assigned their own rooms.
Of course, the two did not even dare to show any signs of dissatisfaction.
After this was roughly summarized, Buddha said.
“You worked hard to get here, so get a good rest. “I’ll see you at the evening offering.”
“Is there only grass?”
“There are beans too.”
“Hmm. Beans are a bit… … “Let’s try Songshan grass and see what it’s like.”
The concentration could be seen in the evening.
The grass tastes the same whether it is from Kunlun or Seongsan.
‘It’s like being a cow and chewing fodder.’
I ate roughly and tried to stand up… … .
Buddha did not allow it.
“why not… … .”
The Buddha pointed to the bowl carved from wood placed in front of Jeong Gwang.
There was grass and beans left there.
“Buddha’s heart is melted in even a single stem of greens, and even a single bean contains the blood and sweat of a farmer.”
“You mean to eat it all and don’t leave anything behind, right? Kunlun is similar, but not as strict… … .”
A monk from Jigaekdang intervened.
“So Hyeop is not a disciple of Buddhism, so I will explain briefly. Even though it may be a bit inconvenient, please follow the instructions here. I should start by talking about the concepts of the Three Jewels, the Fourfold, and the Three Paths. First of all, Samboran… … .”
From then on I couldn’t hear anything.
It was because Jeonggwang’s instinct refused.
Instead, he expressed deep gratitude to Taesangno, whom he had not trusted until now.
Of course, we must not leave out the Primordial Heavenly Father and the Yeongbo Heavenly Father.
‘All three of you have had a hard time. Thank you for allowing me to be reincarnated as a Taoist monk in Kunlun. ‘If I meet you in the world later, I will treat you with contempt.’
Actually, that won’t happen.
Does it make sense for Jeong-gwang to become a immortal?
I only did it because I was thankful that I wasn’t born as a middle class person, and I thought that I would disappear as soon as I left Shaolin.
‘We should hurry.’
Jeong Gwang decided to leave this place as quickly as possible.
He secretly put the beans from his own bowl into Baek Seung-moo’s bowl.
* * *
When Jeong Gwang woke up in the morning, he almost started a fight.
The ceiling of the room that caught my eye was as shabby as Kunlun’s.
‘… … ‘This is it.’
As I jerked my head and got off the bed, a creaking sound rang out.
The bed was such a mess.
I guess Jeong Gwang, the master of the masters, said all that because his back was hurting.
‘… … ‘How on earth did they live in Kunlun?’
Since coming to Jungwon, I have stayed only in good accommodations.
I was satisfied because it was a better environment than Kunlun, but it was indescribably difficult to stay in a place like this again.
At this point, in order to qualify as a Taoist monk, you must realize the principle that it is joy to have something and then pain when it is gone, and to reflect on what non-possession (non-possession) is.
The concentrate was different.
‘If it takes too long, I’ll have to stay in a guesthouse at the bottom of the mountain.’
Just then, I felt a familiar energy outside my door.
It was a Buddha statue.
“Are you awake?”
“yes.”
“Then let’s go.”
Jeong Gwang opened the door and went out to ask.
“Are you going to the priest who studies anti-demon spells?”
“Before that, how about hanging out with the kids at headquarters for a little while?”
“Hangmaju first.”
Buljon looked at Jeong Gwang’s stubborn expression and nodded.
“And so it goes. “What does it have to do with success?”
“And why did you do that?”
“… … It’s over there. let’s go.”
Buddha took Jeonggwang with him and headed to the outskirts of Shaolin Temple.
There was a hermitage that was rustic yet charming.
The Buddha who arrived in front of them knocked on the door and said:
“Priests. “Can I come in?”
“I guess so.”
The inside was larger than expected.
The bookshelves erected everywhere were filled with numerous books.
And in the center sat a skinny old monk.
“What happened so far?”
“I brought a guest.”
The old monk had to rub his hands a few times as his eyesight was so bad that he looked at the concentrate.
“Huh. Is there such a handsome Taoist monk? “I am opening my eyes today.”
“You still can’t see very well.”
“hmm? “Why do you think that?”
“You would have been much more surprised if you had seen it really well.”
After being silent for a moment, the old monk turned his gaze towards the Buddha.
“What does this thing do?”
“It’s the True Jade Dragon of Kunlun, which is a hot topic these days.”
“What is that again? “Is it true that you have a special nickname called Jinokryong?”
“I see.”
“Huh. Wow, this is the first time in my life I’ve heard such a crazy nickname. Oh, there was also Jincheonma.”
Both happened to belong to the same person.
The owner, Jeong Gwang, looked at the old monk closely.
It seemed like he really didn’t know.
‘I guess I only make a living selling books.’
If you haven’t heard any rumors about him yet, it means that you are not interested in Kangho’s affairs.
‘It’s almost like I don’t have any skills. ‘Is he the Shaolin scholar I’ve only heard about?’
Shaolin was both a temple and a martial arts school.
Naturally, there were intelligent monks who studied Buddhist scriptures in depth, and they were called scholar monks.
‘There’s some ink in your head. ‘I think I’ve come to the right place.’
Jeong Gwang immediately got to the point.
He asked while holding out his left arm, which was wearing an anti-drow mask.
“Do you know this?”
For a moment, the old man’s eyes shined brightly.
It was a light filled with intelligence.
“… … That’s amazing. I never thought I would see Hangmaju in person. “Where did you get that treasure?”
“I picked it up. “Can you give me some information about this?”
“It’s not that difficult.”
The old monk nodded without asking for anything in return.
In Jeong Gwang’s mind, his fondness for the old monk grew rapidly.
“Buddha is here.”
“haha. There is no need to lift up a dying old man. Can you see the bookshelf on the far right?”
“yes.”
“It’s the third book from the top and the thirty-fourth book from the left.”
Jeong Gwang was truly impressed.
A memory that allows you to pinpoint exactly what you want among all these books!
‘Hakseung, Hakseung, indeed. ‘You have quite the brain.’
Jeong Gwang pulled out a book and looked at it.
It was so old that all the signs had been erased.
‘… … ‘Is this really possible?’
I had to carefully turn each page.
Fortunately, the contents inside were not significantly damaged.
After a while, Jeong Gwang saw a picture depicting the Anti-Maju.
It was a picture that looked exactly like the one hanging on his wrist.
‘It really exists!’
however… … .
‘… … ‘Just a picture?’
The picture was also slightly erased.
There was clearly a trace of writing next to it, but perhaps due to moisture, it had turned into a black stain.
‘what’s this!’
When Jeong Gwang looked dejected, the old monk asked.
“Why are you doing that?”
“… … “It’s all been erased.”
“okay? “What’s the problem with that?”
As Jeong Gwang looked at him in bewilderment, the old monk chuckled.
“All the books here are in Nonap’s head. “Can I read it to you now?”
“Master! No, Buddha! “You are great!”
“I said there’s no need to float. “Pick up the brush.”
“no. “I can put it in my head too.”
“Hoo. “You seem to be quite smart.”
The old monk, who had a curious expression on his face, cleared his voice.
“ah. ah.”
“yes. “Tell me.”
“Hangmaju… … .”
“yes. “Hangmaju.”
“… … .”
“… … “Master?”
The old monk’s eyes changed.
The eyes were not as bright as before, but rather empty.
‘This can’t be… … .’
The moment Jeong Gwang felt cold, the old monk’s mouth opened.
“Where am I?”
“… … .”
“Who am I?”
“… … .”
Jeong Gwang slowly turned his head and glared at the Buddha.
“Master. “I need you to explain.”
The Buddha’s gaze avoided the focus.
“Hey, monk?”
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