Chapter 259
The king of kings.
He, the master of Shaolin Temple and one of the Ten Kings, called the North Head of Mount Tai in Murim, passed away.
It is also in Hanam, the front yard of Shaolin and where the Seongra Great Banquet takes place.
“Oh, it can’t be.”
“Great Ambassador!”
Sorrow and shock filled the hall, but my eyes were fixed on one person.
He opened his mouth to look at his back, hardened like a plaster statue.
Noya, no, Master.”
Jeokcheongang, who was looking down at Goengdo’s corpse, turned his head.
“I’m going to Shaolin.”
A voice like boiling lava.
My breath is choked and my skin tingles at the blade-like force that flowed from the whole body of the fire king, Jeokcheongang.
But only one, the eyes were coldly sunken.
Now, with a thread of reason, he was suppressing the urge to tear the pendulum right away and kill him.
What the hell is it that precedes the revenge of the dearest friend?
“Is that the last will of the monk Guengdo?”
“later. The village is in a hurry right now.”
When Jeokcheongang finished speaking, dozens of people quickly approached from a distance. Among them, the king of thunderstorms, who was at the forefront, widened his eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him.
“God, great sword!”
“There is no time for surprises, so listen to me.”
Jeokcheongang spoke quickly.
“I will head to Shaolin this way. You should inform everyone about this and mobilize. There must be no delay.”
“Jonglichu, are you going to open your heavenly aspirations to catch him?”
“The opposite.”
“What?”
“Manli molestation is pursuing him, but it’s sure to fail. When people gather, come to Shaolin right away.”
“Did you just say Shaolin?”
“okay.”
Jeokcheongang nodded his head with a heavy expression.
“If Guo Dao’s will is true… … Perhaps soon a bloody wind will blow over Shaolin. Maybe it has already started.”
“……!”
At those shocking words, the hall was enveloped in silence. Even the wall force and the king could have opened their mouths to him, but he was no different from me.
Shaolin Temple?’
Where is Shaolin Temple? It is a temple and sect in such a great position that it is natural to be called Shaolin for a thousand years and Taesan North Head of Murim.
Some say that the martial arts began with the appearance of the great Dharma.
It is the holy place of Buddha Law and the headquarters of martial arts. Even when the power of Shaolin Temple declined, its deep-rooted history and respect from the people remained strong.
But the bloody wind blows right at Shaolin Temple.
“Well, what does that mean? What a great advice. Who else dares Shaolin…”
“Go!”
Wow!
The work of the Jeokcheongang awakened the spirits of the people. The king of the wall, who had been talking gibberish, shut his mouth.
“Dark sky. They’re starting to move. If Nobu’s prediction is correct, Zhongli Chu, the guy who will tear and kill you, will eventually be seen in Shaolin.”
“Amcheon… … “
Several leaders, including the King of Thunder, widened their eyes. Judging by the reaction, it was clear that they had already heard the words.
“Do you understand that 1:00 is urgent now?”
Jeokcheongang, who turned his head away from the king of thunder, scanned the crowd with deeply sunken eyes.
“Everyone do just as I say. That is the final meaning of the great sword.”
Now I really can’t delay time. After exchanging glances, Jeokcheongang and I simultaneously exercised the divine law and left the place.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
The cold liquid touched my cheek as I was teasing my feet in the strong wind.
The sky is clear without a single cloud, and there is no sign of rain.
However, there must have been tears in the eyes of someone running away after losing a friend and putting off revenge.
No, this is rainwater. I decided to think it was rainwater.
‘Damn it.’
I gritted my teeth thinking of the bell pepper.
I had a hunch that today was going to be a long day.
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Beep profit!
“Find the beast!”
“May be hiding around here!”
“Everyone calm down. Nothing will happen!”
The Murim Meng was noisy like a disturbed hive.
Numerous Murim people who attended the Seongra Daeyeon were scouring the area to find the Jongrichu with their eyes on, and the civilians moved according to the control with anxious expressions.
‘It’s a waste of effort.’
They still don’t know that Zhonglichu has already fled far away, and that Fao Wanggudao is dead.
On the one hand, I thought of letting you know, but I quickly erased it from my mind.
‘It will only add to the confusion.’
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Even so, there is no time to visit the leaders one by one and tell them.
It’s only a little time difference, but they will know soon.
Now, I had to do my best just to follow Jeokcheongang.
‘Fortunately, the distance to Shaolin Temple is not that far.’
Fortunately, that is true. After passing the preliminaries, it took about 3 hours by carriage to move from Sungsan to Murimmaeng.
Wow!
After running like a gale for a long time, the crowded crowds and densely built buildings on the street disappeared, revealing the appearance of rice fields.
When crossing the wide open plain, Jeokcheongang, which had been leading silently all along, suddenly opened its mouth.
“Jonglichu, Amcheon, Mumyeong. Fire field.”
The four words uttered in a locked voice would be just a random sequence of words to an unfamiliar person, but I immediately understood.
It was because it was the answer I had been waiting for.
“Is that the last will of the monk Guengdo?”
“Yes. I had to squeeze all my strength out of it.”
“……”
“It was not strange that he had already stopped breathing. I was holding out to tell the old lady.”
For a moment, the trembling voice of the Jeokcheongang subsided.
“What do you think?”
“It’s just as Noya guessed.”
“It’s just a guess, I’m not certain. Say it without adding or subtracting.”
“First of all, the first two words seem to indicate that the pendulum weight is dark, without any need for explanation.”
“and?”
“Anonymous, the fire field… … well. I honestly don’t know.”
“Do you remember the disciple of the great sword?”
“Ah, sure.”
The young monk I met at an inn in memory of a year ago was still vividly a disciple of King Guengdo.
He introduced himself by name.
The nameless that Guengdao spoke of was that nameless. Did he ask Jeok Chun-gang for a disciple on his way to the end?
“By the way, what is a fire field? Did you mean the staffs that monks carry?”
Jeokcheongang nodded.
“right. However, the Buddha Jang mentioned by Guengdao refers to the Green Jade Buddha Hall, a sacred object of Shaolin.”
“A green jade fire?”
Suddenly, I remembered a scene from that day when Jeokcheongang and Hongdoo, who hadn’t seen each other in a long time, laughed and exchanged stories.
‘Are my guys any different? Who entrusted the position of host to a person who said no?’
‘Green Jade Buddha’. Entrusting a thousand-year-old sacred object of Shaolin with great authority to such a person. Everyone’s eyes are strained.’
At that time, the wand he took out of his bosom was extremely short, and the smooth surface had a soft green light.
I wanted something like that, but I was quite surprised when I heard that it was a sacred thing of Shaolin.
“But why did he leave the chrysanthemum as a will?”
“Sometimes before he died, the old man said to He said he entrusted the chrysanthemum to his disciple.”
At that time, when I narrowed my eyes slightly, Jeokcheongang’s words continued.
“The green jade fire field is a sacred object of Shaolin, and at the same time, it is also a symbol that the master always carries.”
“ah!”
Unknowingly, a single exclamation flowed out. It was because of a single thought that flashed through my mind.
The will that Guengdo uttered with all his strength, the reason why Jeokcheongang turned to Shaolin, putting off revenge for his most precious friend.
“Green jade fire pit!”
“okay.”
The quiet voice of the Jeokcheongang continued.
“The real purpose of Darkness is not the death of Guengdo, but the capture of the Green Jade Buddha.”
This made everything clear.
It is clear that Jonglichu, not Amcheon, wants Shaolin’s holy things.
Guengdo squeezed out his last strength to announce the fact and left a will about him.
Even a three-year-old child could tell where Amcheon’s footsteps would lead, as long as he knew that there was no chrysoprase field in his hands.
‘There will be a bloody wind blowing in Shaolin.’
When I remembered what Jeokcheongang had said to King Byeokryeok, my head felt cold.
“Hook, woowook.”
Tadadadak!
Fast breathing, restless footsteps.
What stopped the middle-aged man from running down the mountain road was an old, pale voice.
“Looks like your young friend is busy.”
The owner of the voice was an old man with a beard that extended to his chest.
He was tall and neatly trimmed, and at first glance he looked like a retired university student.
“The day is nice, but wouldn’t it be nice to walk while looking at the surrounding scenery?”
The middle-aged man’s neck trembled greatly.
A voice that could not hide the tension escaped from between his lips.
“Who are you?”
“He’s just an old man out for a drink. I came here to do my own chores because I love the light of Mt.
“Is it a pastime?”
The middle-aged man shouted at this.
“Stop the nonsense!
“huh?”
The old man, who opened his eyes wide, immediately smiled.
“Young friend has a fiery personality. Still better than the guys I met before. They were busy telling lies.”
“We met earlier… … no way?”
“Woodcutter, herbalist. Why are there so many crooks? Ah, those who disguised themselves as a married couple to pray for conception were at least okay. Even the old lady was almost fooled by something.”
“……!”
“That’s why they killed all of them, regardless of whether they were Murim people or civilians. I thought that would be much more comfortable.”
The middle-aged man’s new face trembled as if struck by lightning.
Undoubtedly. The comrades who scattered to deliver the urgent message must have already met death.
Perhaps soon he will meet the same fate.
‘I should be thankful that my death wasn’t in vain.’
Those on earth were caught in nets, but not in heaven.
It was that moment when I embraced a ray of comfort while watching Jeon Seo-eung flying vigorously over the plains far away.
Beep profit!
Along with a sharp giseong (奇聲), something black attacked Jeon Seo-eung.
Even at first glance, it is three or four times bigger. The fight between the two flying beasts in mid-air ended hopelessly quickly.
hey hey Blood flowed from the teeth of the middle-aged man who clenched tightly at the sight of Jeon Seo-eung falling with a despair.
“Amcheon… … “
“Oh, do you know us?”
“Why don’t you know? You’re an old man who’s going to be angry!”
“Most of the open beggars don’t know. Judging from the fact that martial arts are usable, it doesn’t look like Hao-wen’s mediocre… … yes. It was Eunyeonggak.”
The old man who had been stroking his beard raised a corner of his mouth.
“By the way, I feel a bit uncomfortable hearing the word ‘Chun In Gong No’. What do you think?”
“Even if you dare to do this… … “
Just as the middle-aged man was about to shout with his bloodshot eyes wide open, the old man shook his head.
“No, not you.”
Then he raised a skinny finger and pointed over the middle-aged man’s shoulder.
“I think you asked that friend.”
“……!”
Wood deok!
The middle-aged man couldn’t turn his head.
The sky and the earth turned upside down and the vision shook.
The last sensation he felt was only one.
‘hot.’
Fire. dump.
The charred corpse was dismembered.
Then, someone’s foot trampled on the middle-aged man’s head, which had become a lump of charcoal.
“Han Su (寒嗽). What kind of dog are you doing? I’m playing with these guys.”
The owner of the rough voice was an old man with a solid physique. The unruly beard was unusually red.
Hansoo, an old man like a college student, smiled at the appearance of an old friend who had been with him for decades.
“I was just trying to do it in moderation. What about the stomach?”
“I’m busy having fun for a while. Ah, the chrysanthemum field is said to be owned by that disciple.”
“okay? Then let’s go together. Salt lake.”
The two of them smiled and walked slowly.
With each step, the screams from the Shaolin Temple drew closer.