-bang!
Just one advance.
The floor splits in all directions as the ground moves, and the hundred and eight Arhat monks fall down.
All of them convulsed and lost consciousness.
‘!!!!!!!!’
Everyone was mesmerized by the unbelievable situation that suddenly occurred, and the square instantly became silent.
One of the legends symbolizing Shaolin was the Hundred Eight Arhats.
Who would have imagined that this perfect strategy, which is officially known to have been broken by no one, would collapse so vainly?
“······Look here. “Are my eyes wrong now?”
Seopchun, with his mouth wide open, muttered as if he couldn’t believe it.
But even this did not reach Meng Wuyak’s ears.
Even if it were not Nie Chun’s words, this was a sight that was hard to believe even with one’s own eyes.
‘Is this a dream or reality?’
For a moment, I thought I was seeing an illusion.
This was the same for Marahyun in the mask.
He couldn’t believe it even more since he had even competed with Mok Gyeong-un himself.
No matter how talented a person is, how can a human become strong so quickly?
This was too fast.
furthermore,
‘Even if the eight stars, or even the six heavens, come, would it be possible to destroy the Hundred and Eight Arhats in just one advance?’
I can’t be absolutely sure, but I don’t think I can.
If this were to become known not only to those present but also to the martial arts community, everyone would be shocked.
The floor of the square divided around Mogyeongun and the hundred and eight Arhat monks who had fallen.
It was truly a spectacle in itself.
“······Nonsense.”
“How could this happen…”
The monks were also in an uproar.
Although some confident experts tried to prove their incompetence, the results were the same.
It was about admitting defeat and going back.
However, a scene occurred that even the Shaolin monks found difficult to acknowledge.
The eyes of the monks, who were shocked and did not know what to do, naturally turned to the Shaolin chiefs.
‘How…how!’
The person who reacted most strongly was Master Daedeok, a monk from Gyeyulwonju, one of the three Shaolin monks.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Mo Kyung-un, like a person in shock.
He was sure that he would be able to withstand it to some extent because his strength was stronger than his, but of course he would not be able to withstand the Hundred Eight Arhats and would be defeated, just like before.
However, it was extremely confusing when the results were completely opposite to what was expected.
At that time, Kang Hak, the deputy leader of the demonstration, opened his mouth with wide eyes.
“Oh, that’s ridiculous. “How can something like this happen?”
“······.”
“Is this really true? Could it be that the monks are acting to let them go from Shaolin?”
“······Do you think this is acting, military officer?”
“If it weren’t for smoke, how could something like this happen all at once? “I can’t trust the headquarters.”
Although his martial arts skills were not that high, he was also a master who reached the peak of his abilities.
Even looking at it through the eyes of someone who has learned martial arts, this was completely unbelievable.
It was so absurd that it almost seemed like a lie.
Then, suddenly, Ganghak made eye contact with Mok Gyeongun.
-Startle!
For a moment, a shiver ran down my spine and my legs became weak.
Just by making eye contact, I was able to recognize that the gap between myself and that monster-like guy was beyond comparison, and it was difficult to even dare to touch him.
Since fear, once possessed like this, cannot be easily allayed, he had no choice but to avoid Mo Qingyun’s gaze.
Seeing him like this, Mok Gyeong-un sighed and laughed.
The voice of the blue spirit rang in his ears.
-Rebirth… When did you learn this?
I couldn’t help but be even more surprised because it was a young spirit who stayed with Mok Gyeong-un all day.
It was difficult to accurately determine the flow of energy inside the wooden doll, but the vibrations flowing through the floor caused the Arhat monks to convulse and faint.
Where on earth do you get this strange method?
-It’s the Pasapapal style.
-what?
Cheongnyeong couldn’t help but be surprised by Mok Gyeong-un’s answer.
She tried to solve all eight equations of the Passafal equation for a long time, but failed to solve them all.
But did this sentient being realize a formula he didn’t even know about?
‘It’s useful.’
Mok Gyeong-un thought as he looked at the instep of his foot.
Mok Gyeong-un also had no idea that the power of the newly learned Jin style would be this much.
This was something I realized after seeing the footprints in front of Hoegeum-dong and the flow of residual energy remaining in the area.
It was a method of subduing the opponent through shock and vibration.
This method also had some kind of hint, and unlike the Pasafal-style methods so far, it consumed a lot of energy.
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To be exact, I used up almost a third of my morale at once.
As a result, only three quarters of this amount of fraud remained in my body.
‘I can only use it once or twice.’
Even though morale and magical energy increased due to enlightenment, it seemed difficult to use this level of consumption multiple times.
Of course, its power was so great that even this one attack was enough to break the opponent’s will to fight.
But then someone opened their mouth.
He was none other than Yeokgeungyeongjeonju Museong Ambassador.
“dole······.”
While most of the people in the square looked surprised and shocked, Ambassador Museong had a rather serious expression.
“yes.”
“Can I ask you one question?”
“Ask me.”
“Do you have any connection with the old blood religion?”
-Roaring!
The monks of Shaolin were agitated by his question.
Because of these words of Master Museong, all the monks of Shaolin thought of one thing.
What flashed through their minds was none other than the monument in front of Hoegeum-dong.
The anecdote about the footprints, called the shame of Shaolin, was remembered by all the monks of Shaolin in order to recall and reflect on that time.
Then one of the monks said.
“Gu, the reigning boss…! “He must be the reigning boss!”
“Reign!!!!”
Hearing the words “reign,” the excitement spread even further to the surroundings.
Ruler.
There is a saying that one step or one move reigns supreme over everything.
However, for the Shaolin monks, this reign was an unofficial step hundreds of years ago, but it was the first step of shame that broke the Hundred Eight Arhats.
‘under······.’
Jang Gyeong-ju’s famous ambassador was astounded.
Hundreds of years ago, when the Hundred and Eight Arhats were broken by a single reigning treasure, Shaolin made up for it with the bravery of cutting teeth.
Everyone was confident that there would no longer be a situation where the Hundred Eight Nahan Jin would be broken.
However, a situation occurred in which the humiliation of that time was repeated.
It was so elaborate.
At that time, Mok Kyung-un opened his mouth.
“It has nothing to do with the Nine Bloods Church.”
At Mo Kyung-un’s answer, Ambassador Museong’s right eyebrow rose upward.
Master Wu Sheng, who was staring at Mo Qingyun, said.
“That can’t be possible.”
“It’s really not relevant.”
“no. “You clearly said it with your own mouth.”
“What?”
“Didn’t you say, ‘Shaolin must erect a monument because of another misjudgment?’”
Ambassador Museong heard this clearly.
Therefore, the moment Mok Gyeong-un descended on Jin-gak, I watched with astonishment, and I was able to clearly see with my own eyes that the illusion was turning into reality.
This made him confident.
Although there were people who knew that the erection of the monument was called a disgrace to Shaolin, no one other than the monks of Shaolin knew who left the footprints and why they were left behind.
But the mayor clearly knew the reason.
So, it is probably a recreation of that time.
-Sigh!
Mok Kyung-un shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth.
“I only know that because the old man over there told me about it on the way to Hangma-dong.”
What Mo Gyeong-un was pointing at with his eyes was none other than the famous line from the Tripitaka Koreana.
At this, Ambassador Museong frowned and looked at Ambassador Gongjeon.
Then Master Gongjeon put his hands together and bowed his head.
“Amitabha Buddha. I apologize. line. “I told the story of the tombstone to the Heavenly Demon Lord.”
Then, I heard whispers coming from all over the place.
“Did you say Heavenly Demon?”
“It definitely was.”
“The devil in the sky? “How can it be so ominous…”
“No, then doesn’t that have something to do with the blood demon?”
“The ambassador just said there was no connection.”
Hearing their whispering, Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.
‘Blood devil?’
Are you talking about the man in the demon mask who left those footprints?
While I was puzzled, Master Museong of Yeokgeungyeong Jeonju asked Master Gongjeon.
“Is that really true?”
“That’s right. However, because it was decided by silent command, the identity of the person who left the footprints was not disclosed.”
In response to his response, Ambassador Museong touched the prayer beads he was holding in his left hand.
I thought that the humiliation of hundreds of years ago was being recreated and that the donor might have something to do with ‘him’.
But if it really isn’t true, how could the same thing happen?
It couldn’t have been anything other than truly bizarre.
Ambassador Museong was puzzled by this and then asked.
“dole. So, you are saying that you reproduced the anecdote exactly after hearing it from Master Gongjeon?”
“It wasn’t my intention, but should I say I saw it as a mental image?”
“…Did you just say it was a mental image?”
“yes. In my mind, I saw how the person who left the footprints broke the Hundred and Eight Arhats. “That demon mask was quite impressive.”
‘!!!!!!’
Ambassador Museong’s eyes widened at Mo Kyung-un’s words.
When I first said I saw the image, I thought it must have been because of my high level of inaction and heightened sensitivity to energy.
However, I couldn’t help but be surprised when Mok Kyung-un talked about the demon mask.
“Huh…”
An exclamation naturally flowed from my mouth.
Master Wu Sheng looked at Mo Qingyun with eyes of genuine admiration.
‘It’s a scary talent. ‘How can someone at such a young age be capable of such deep imagery?’
Imagery was only possible through deep study of the mind.
Even I, who had practiced Buddhism for many years, was only able to see structures and traces and enter into mental images after I was over sixty.
However, I couldn’t help but be surprised that the priest, who only seemed to be in his mid-twenties, had reached such a level.
‘Maybe it was a predetermined answer.’
A nonsensical intelligence that reproduces exactly what it sees in a mental image.
In a way, it could be said that it was a talent that was even more fearsome than the owner of the footprints that first humiliated Shaolin.
In the end, Ambassador Museong bowed his head to Mok Gyeong-un, placed his palms together, and opened his mouth.
“Amitabha Buddha. “Did you say you were a donor, or rather, a Cheonma donor?”
“······.”
In response to his question, Mok Kyung-un nodded silently.
“yes.”
“The Lord’s advance was truly a step worthy of being called a royal step. Therefore, Binseung became the chief of Shaolin…”
Master Wu Sheng glanced at the monks around him.
Then he let out a deep sigh and soon opened his mouth.
“I will admit the defeat of Hundred Eight Na Han Jin.”
‘!!!!!!!!!!’
I was divided into joy and sorrow at his words admitting defeat.
Mo Gyeong-un’s subordinates were furious, and some even cheered.
On the other hand, the complexions of the Shaolin monks suddenly darkened as they faced the humiliating situation for the second time.
‘How could this happen…’
‘Ahhh.’
Some monks thought that this incident might also need to be hidden.
However, contrary to their thoughts, this result spreads through the martial arts world faster than expected.
It is said that the hundred and eight arhats of Shaolin knelt before the Heavenly Demon Lord Limbo.
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