“yes. Those footprints are the traces of that time.
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes caught a glimpse of the words of Master Jang Gyeong-gak-ju.
Although I did not know exactly what the Baekpal Nahan Jin (百八羅漢陣) was, I was able to understand from the name itself that it was a Jinbeop made up of 108 people.
But you destroyed the combined attack strategy of 108 people with just one advance?
It was quite an interesting story.
At that time, Cheongnyeong’s voice rang in my head.
-······This is ridiculous.
-yes?
-Hundred eight armament is not a simple formation. Baekpalna Hanjin is said to be the most perfect among all the successful applicants.
– So?
– That’s not it, it’s great that only one person was able to break it, but to go beyond that and do it in one go…
She couldn’t stop talking.
The masters who perform Nahanjin are top-notch masters.
The power of Jinbeop is doubled just by having a Jin (陣).
However, being able to break that enormous ship of 108 people in one go meant that the level was unimaginable.
-You are a true ruler.
Ruler.
There is a saying that one step, or one move, dominates everything.
As she said, if it was possible to do that with just one step, it was worthy of being given that title.
Mok Kyung-un approached the footprints and asked.
“If they even carve a tombstone to raise awareness in Shaolin, then the owner of these footprints must be an outsider and not a Shaolin person, right?”
“Amitabha Buddha. That’s right.”
The monks of Shaolin Temple called these footprints a disgrace.
However, the reason they left this behind was to let go of their pride in being the master of martial arts in the Jungwon and to reflect on themselves and become more alert.
‘It’s just one advance…’
At that time, Mok Gyeong-un asked, putting the sole of his foot towards the footprints with eyes full of curiosity.
“Do you know who this person is?”
“······I know, but please understand that I cannot reveal it because it is silently forbidden.”
“All right.”
Mok Gyeong-un smiled at the words of the ambassador.
I think I can understand it somehow.
An incredible formation that even Cheongryeong could not help but marvel at was broken in just one advance, and no matter how much it was left for the sake of awareness, it would be difficult to reveal this easily.
“Then go again.”
“Yes, ah! “May I ask whether the person who left this was Yukcheon or something like that?”
“······It’s a very old thing. That was hundreds of years ago. So you don’t have to have any doubts. dole.”
“I’m sorry. “Because I’m weak at curiosity.”
-widely!
With those words, Mok Gyeong-un aligned the soles of his feet with the footprints.
This was a thoughtless action.
In fact, perhaps these people are often present, and even Ambassador Gongjeon, who is a member of the Tripitaka Koreana, smiled lightly as if he was familiar with them.
But that was right then.
-Startle!
The moment Mok Kyung-un touched the sole of his foot, his vision turned black.
As the entire field of vision turned black and nothing could be seen with the naked eye, Mok Gyeong-un instinctively knew that his imagination had unfolded.
‘what?’
Mok Kyung-un frowned at the sudden strange phenomenon.
But then, although it was not my intention, the magical power of my three eyes arose spontaneously, and a strange scene unfolded before my eyes.
It was right here.
It felt a little different, but there were 108 monks holding batons, spreading out their lines and surrounding someone.
That someone was a person with a demon mask and blood-red hair.
‘Blood-red hair?’
Something feels familiar.
The moment I saw that hair, Yukcheonho So Yerin came to mind.
At that time, an old monk shouted to the surrounding monks.
[Go and bring a piece of incense.]
[yes. Ambassador Bangjang.]
At this, some monks put their hands together and tried to run.
[There is no need for that.]
With those words, an unknown person wearing a demon mask stepped forward lightly, holding his back.
-thud!
-dump! dump! dump!
At that moment, the hundred and eight Arhat monks who were aiming their batons rolled their eyes and fell to the floor.
‘!!!!!!!!!!’
It was a very surprising thing.
Everyone must have been shocked, so the hall suddenly fell silent.
However, unlike them, Mok Gyeong-un, looking at this, could see numerous repetitive flows of energy spreading in all directions in his right eye.
‘This?’
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This was not an ordinary energy, but an innate energy, and it created a repetitive flow and created a great suggestion.
This flow of energy was similar to the hints shown by the six-blooded Danbaekha, but it reached a higher level than that.
It was something that would be difficult to even imitate if there was no structure to control this flow.
-Startle!
At that moment, the thirty different types of words that had been scattered in Mok Gyeong-un’s mind began to combine.
The Pasapal-style structure, which had been stagnant for a long time, was established as a single form.
‘Hyeonggeuksimgaryeo is heavy, extreme geoseoi type, jeonjeonyangmu, jeonmyeonjeontype, extremesimgalyeomu… Jin (鎭) style.’
Once the structure was established, it remained as a form in my mind.
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes became strange as he gained another Pasapal-style expression at a completely unexpected moment.
‘ah······.’
If I hadn’t seen this scene in my mind, I would never have thought of this Pasapal style structure.
This was because it was a type of composition that was difficult to get a feel for at all.
At that time, voices rang in Mokgyeongun’s ears.
-Rebirth?
“dole?”
It was the voice of Cheongryeong and Jang Gyeong-gakju, the ambassadors.
The moment I recognized their voices, the scene before my eyes disappeared and I soon came out of the image.
When Mok Kyung-un returned to reality, he let out a small exclamation.
“ah······.”
-Why are sentient beings like that?
“Are you okay, Lord?”
In response to their questions, Mok Kyung-un waved his hand lightly as if it was okay.
However, contrary to what was said, the magic power of the Three Eyes was still open in the right eye, so the texture of the Seoncheonjingi was still vaguely visible in the center of the footprint in Mu Kyungyun’s field of vision.
‘Was it because of this?’
This texture became a single texture and led Mok Gyeong-un to an image.
Mok Gyeong-un, whose imagination was much deeper than that of others, was able to read the will remaining in Gu-gyeol.
But coincidentally, there was still a faint feeling of energy centered on the soles of my feet, so I was able to fall into a mental state.
‘Who is it?’
A man with blood-red hair wearing a demon mask.
Clearly, that man is the one who made these footprints mentioned by the Great Master Jang Gyeong-gak-ju.
However, it was said that it clearly happened hundreds of years ago, and if the remnants of that energy still remain, I couldn’t even guess how great it must have been.
‘······I guess I said that the level of the former Murim was higher than the current Murim for no reason.’
Mok Gyeong-un, who was clicking his tongue, soon lifted his foot from the footprint.
Then he said, pointing towards the cave with his hand.
“It’s okay, let’s go.”
“Amitabha Buddha. All right.”
Ambassador Gongjeon, who looked worried as he stumbled with a dazed look on his face, soon put his hands together and began guiding again.
* * *
At the same time, Nahangak Square.
There, Nie Chun, Meng Wuyak, Jaejeong, Mara Hyeon, and Seonghwaryeongju were waiting with a somewhat anxious look.
Originally, they too had planned to follow Mo Qingyun to Hangma-dong.
However, due to the dissuasion of Hangmagakju, he had to remain here.
[There is not a single monster in Hangma-dong. If many people other than anti-demon monks who are not familiar with magic enter, it will provoke them. So, please wait for a moment.]
As a result, those who only sent Mok Gyeong-un could not help but be concerned.
If Mokyungun can safely control the monster, he will be able to escape Shaolin, but if not, things will get even more complicated.
In fact, I could have gotten out safely if I had just given up on this monster, but I felt confused because I felt like I had made things complicated.
But it was difficult for them to express dissatisfaction with him.
That was because his trust in Mok Gyeong-un deepened after seeing him not abandon Mok Gyeong-un even if it was just a strange thing.
‘I have no choice but to trust my lord now.’
I just hoped that my lord would succeed.
Apostate monk Jaejeong looked at someone dissatisfied.
He was the Daedeok ambassador from Gyeyulwonju.
He always valued discipline and was particularly stubborn among the Shaolin leaders.
He never once gave up his will.
‘f*cking hit.’
It felt like people were always blocking my path, which made me feel bad.
Soon, he made eye contact with Ambassador Daedeok, and Jaejaejeong glared at him, perhaps because he was in a different position than before.
‘Tsk tsk.’
Ambassador Daedeok clicked his tongue at Jaejaejeong’s attitude.
Although he was exiled, he was once the chief of a monk, and seeing him look at him like he was going to kill him, it seems like it was a good idea to get him kicked out early on.
Even if Master Gongjeon didn’t go around talking about that guy’s great power, he would have caught him right away and even destroyed the dantian, thereby reaping his martial arts achievements.
‘hmm.’
Anyway, opportunities like this were rare.
They had just left him alone because they said he had mastered the ability to be free, which no one in Shaolin could restore.
However, since I had come to Shaolin on my own, I felt like I had to come up with some kind of excuse to make him confess the true nature of his free power.
As long as the arrogant vassal who has mastered the magic fails to control the monster, there will be ample opportunity.
Since this is a patron who takes such trouble to protect a mere monster, with just a little provocation, he will give himself a reason to subdue it.
It was a car that was sorting out its own intentions.
At that time, a monk from the Gyeyuwon came into Nahangak.
“Amitabha Buddha. line.”
“What’s going on?”
In response, the monk quietly whispered something into the ear of Master Daedeok of Gyeyulwonju.
Master Daedeok, who heard this, glanced at Mok Gyeong-un’s companions and Yosu Heum-won, who were quietly waiting in the middle of the square.
“Hoo. That’s right, this is it.”
Soon, the corners of Ambassador Daedeok’s mouth rose faintly.
* * *
As we were passing through the entrance to the cave hall in the form of several semi-buildings, Master Janggyeonggakju Gongjeon spoke at the front of Hoegeum-dong (悔禁洞).
“But honestly, I was surprised. dole.”
“······.”
“He is said to be a monk who practices Buddhism, but as a warrior, I have never seen someone who studied so deeply at a young age like the Lord.”
Mok Gyeong-un quickly expressed gratitude for his selfless praise.
“That’s too much praise.”
“If it’s not rude, may I ask the donor’s age?”
“Seventeen… “No, I turned eighteen as of yesterday.”
I had completely forgotten, but now that I think about it, yesterday was my birthday.
I don’t know if it was really the day I was born, but it was the day my grandfather always celebrated.
“yes?”
At that time, Ambassador Gongjeon looked puzzled and asked a question.
‘!?’
For a moment, Mok Gyeong-un thought it was a mistake.
All the way to Hangma-dong, I was planning a contingency plan in my head in case I was unable to use the monster as a food spirit or failed to control it.
So, without much thought, I answered my age, and now I was wearing a human face mask.
Infimyeongu’s face was in his mid-twenties, but he answered like this, so you might find this strange.
But fortunately,
“Hehehe. Amitabha Buddha. I apologize. I think Binseung still lacks Buddhism. This may also be a prejudice. “I thought he was older than that because he studied poetry so deeply.”
“ah······. yes.”
I was more interested in other things than the somewhat mismatched facial features and age.
In fact, perhaps because he thought it was amazing that he had reached such a level at an age when he had not even entered his contract, Ambassador Gongjeon was constantly exclaiming in exasperation.
“Huh. It is a pre-existence. “Seonjae.”
He truly considered Mok Gyeong-un’s military fortune to be amazing.
He asked this almost before Hangma-dong.
“As a monk who has become a monk, it is not right to be interested in the secular world, but I would like to hear the name of the savior who will become even more prestigious in the future. “Could you please inform Bin Seung of this?”
Mok Kyung-un thought for a moment about his question.
He had been hiding his real name from the beginning, and since he had just left the imperial capital, it was difficult to reveal the name he used in the Heaven and Earth Association, no matter how favorable the ambassador was to him.
So, I was trying to say a random name or a pseudonym, but then something came to mind.
[I thought about calling you Jeong, but that doesn’t suit you either.]
At this, Mok Kyung-un chuckled and said.
“Cheonma… “He is a heavenly demon.”
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