It was something no one expected.
Since the chain of incantation originally bound one’s will through an oath, one could never refuse a command, just as if one had formed a bond with a food spirit.
Therefore, neither In Seo-ok, the chief priest of Wonsal, nor Jo Eui-gong, the Bangsa who received the oath from Zhou Eon, could have imagined that something like this would happen.
“Oops!”
In Seo-ok’s eyes widened as if torn apart.
Before he knew it, Mok Kyung-un’s hand was penetrating his chest.
‘!!!!!!’
In the widened eyes of In Seo-ok, Mok Gyeong-un did not have a blank face, but was raising the corner of his mouth in a sly manner.
‘What the hell is going on with this guy?’
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like the face was oppressed by Ju-eon’s chains.
At that moment, Bangsa Joui-gong, who was embarrassed, hurriedly memorized the binding spell.
-Park! -Park!
“Yeo Hwan Wu-seok, Je-hwan Yeo-gyeong Mu Eui-jia….”
Since he is wearing chains, if he memorizes the binding spell, he will be unable to move.
“Cough…..”
-Sigh!
In Seo-ok, enduring the pain that pierced her heart, moved her fingers and tried to make a hand sign.
Among the forbidden secret arts he knows, there is also a technique that exhausts one’s vitality and increases recovery to an extreme degree.
however,
“Oh no, no.”
-Wood!
“Ugh!”
A scream came out of In Seo-ok’s mouth.
I was about to make a hand sign, but Mok Kyung-un had bent all my fingers back.
I couldn’t even scream properly because my chest was pierced.
The pain was painful, but I desperately tried to recite a spell with my mouth because I thought I could really die.
“Secret place…..”
“mouth!”
-Park!
“Keck!”
At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un hit Wonsalgakju In Seo-ok’s uvula with the blade of his hand between his thumb and index finger.
In Seo-ok, who was hit in the uvula, was coughing blood and suffering.
I had to perform the spell somehow, but Mok Gyeong-un did not give me a chance to do it.
‘This guy…’
Looking at him in pain, Mok Gyeong-un said with a grin.
“After all, a magician who cannot use magic is as bad as an ordinary person.”
Mok Gyeong-woon’s sarcastic voice did not reach the ears of In Seo-ok, the head of the Wonsal family.
He was already completely out of his mind.
The pain was so severe that it was easy to see that he was on the verge of death.
Seeing that sight, Jo Eui-gong shouted with a distorted face.
“what? “Why aren’t you bound?”
Hearing his shout, Mok Kyung-un smiled and said.
“well. “Why is that so?”
There was no reason to explain everything one by one.
Of course, the reason he was not caught was because the name Mok Gyeong-un was not his true name in the first place, so Joo-eon’s oath had no meaning.
Master Zhao Yi-gong glared at Mo Qingyun with a harsh look on his face.
‘Inooooom!’
I don’t know what happened, but Zhou Yan’s chain didn’t work on Mo Kyung-un.
Of course, there was no way I could tell you why it didn’t work.
Accordingly, Jo Eui-gong made a quick decision.
-Pot!
I had to distance myself from Mok Gyeong-un.
Since this guy comes from a samurai family, the closer he gets, the more dangerous he becomes.
‘I’m sorry.’
In Seo-ok, the master of Wonsal, was already as good as dead.
Because the forbidden secret art of Wonsaengsul was not taught even to any of his disciples, it was assumed that there was no way to save him.
Jo Eui-gong widened the distance and took out something from his waist pocket.
They were wooden dolls with amulets attached to them.
[Chwimokju (取木呪)]
In Seo-ok threw the three wooden dolls attached to each other forward.
Then he quickly made a hand sign and recited a spell.
“Ghosts and ghosts, Saengjaehwanggyo ancient room, Ogeumcheongiwi kidney, Myeonjaegyo wild beast wind statue, four quarters of the four quarters, daily Hyanggaengi line, Hyukhyuk Yangyang, sunrise, eastern room, bride, first step, cooking tea room, Obong, Taesangnogun, salary rule!”
The shouting was almost over.
-Purrrrr!
The wooden doll trembled like crazy and soon the dirt on the floor stuck to it.
Then, the dirt that stuck to it soon transformed into a large man two heads taller than an average adult male.
‘Hoo.’
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The transformed wooden dolls took a pose holding swords in both hands.
Mokgyeongun, who saw this, had a strange look in his eyes.
This was a technique that Bangsa Joui-gong did not tell him.
“What kind of technique is this?”
“Do you want to let me know?”
Jo Eui-gong shouted.
Of course I had no intention of telling you.
This was a technique that even his teacher, Wonsalgakju In Seo-ok, did not know.
It was a ghostly kidney made by carving a willow tree that was over 100 years old and putting it in a shrine, and putting a lot of thought into it, in order to deal with the martial arts people.
A lot of effort went into just making one, so three were made over a period of 10 years.
For Bangsa Joui-gong, it could be said to be a secret technique.
“You rebellious bastard, let Master go right now.”
-Good!
Jo Ui-gong made a hand seal with Geom-gyeol-ji and pointed to Mo-gyeong-un.
-Papa papapak!
Then the ghost gods moved very quickly and surrounded Mok Gyeong-un.
If you consider each and every one of them, they are stronger than a beast.
Of course, it doesn’t reach the level of a monster.
However, I could confidently say that the three ghost gods who were stronger than the beasts were difficult to deal with even the peak masters that the martial arts people talked about.
‘He still has little experience.’
On the other hand, due to his close relationship with King Myeongdo, he had sparred dozens of times in preparation for the fight against the martial arts people.
His teacher, In Seo-ok, told him to sharpen his main strength more if he had time, but Jo Uibang thought that he should prepare to some extent for the fight against the martial arts people.
The result was a ghost kidney.
‘…It’s a mistake.’
Jo Eui-gong clicked his tongue inwardly.
I was attracted to this guy because of his natural talent, but he was like a rebel that no one could control.
Mok Gyeong-un smiled and said to him.
“I still have a lot to learn. “Master.”
“Shut up! “Who is your master?”
“Once a teacher, always a teacher, isn’t it?”
-Wow!
Bangsang Jo Eui-gong, who thought Mok Gyeong-un’s words were sarcastic, gritted his teeth and expressed his astonishment.
A person who was accepted as a disciple of a monk killed Taesabu.
Cases like this were never common.
“I was foolish to think I could control you.”
-Park! Pop!
Bangsang Jo Ui-gong made a hand sign and pointed at Mo Kyung-un and shouted.
“Kill him…”
“iced coffee. It would be better not to do that. If you keep doing this, Master Taesabu here may pass away soon. Is that okay?”
Jo Eui-gong was shocked at those words.
As long as the hand pierces the heart, the person is already dead.
In fact, it seems rather strange that it is still alive, so how can it be saved?
“It looks like you’re wasting time on purpose, but it’s no use…”
“Master. “You’re trying to throw away the opportunity I’m giving you so easily.”
“what?”
What is this guy talking about now?
While I was doing this, Mok Kyung-un spoke in a meaningful voice.
“You probably want to be the next Wonsalgakju.”
‘!?’
At those words, Bangsa Joui-gong stopped while he was about to give the order to kill the guy.
What are you talking about?
Duke Jo said in a cold voice.
“Are you crazy?”
“What?”
“Are you trying to tell me that now that my teacher is about to die, I have a chance to become a slayer?”
It’s so absurd that I clear my throat.
If you covet a superior position, do you think that if you kill that superior, that position will become yours?
And Wonsalgakju In Seo-ok had three disciples.
Among them, the closest successor was, of course, the ambassador-type Bangwon Jo Tae-cheong.
Therefore, if the Master dies, the opportunity becomes even more remote.
“It seems like you don’t have any regrets about your place.”
“Kill him!”
I felt like I shouldn’t listen to him anymore.
I keep trying to deceive you with words, but this one has convinced me.
This guy must be killed at all costs.
He wasn’t the kind of guy you could control.
-Papa papapak!
As soon as the order was given, the three ghost gods who had surrounded him rushed towards Mo Gyeong-un at the same time.
It was that moment.
-Chrrrrrrrr!
Chains came out from the floor and all at once bound the bodies of the ghost gods.
-Aaaah!
“Anit?”
The person who did this was none other than Nokryeong Gyu-so.
-You damn radio bastard. Do you think I’ll let you mess with my master?
‘what?’
Bangsa Zhao Yi-gong frowned.
Clearly, that green spirit had exhausted a lot of its spiritual power and was unable to exert such power.
But before I knew it, the appearance had almost returned to its original state.
‘What on earth did you do?’
It’s not night, and it’s probably not a situation where you can get the energy to recover your spiritual power.
Although Mok Gyeong-un said he couldn’t understand, he immediately grabbed the head of In Seo-ok, a dying Wonsal couple.
Then soon,
-Park!
‘!!!!!!!!!!’
The heart that was in my chest was ripped out.
It was truly shocking.
After becoming a monk, he saw all kinds of ugly things and countless corpses, but when he saw the teacher who taught him magic being ripped out alive, his feelings could not be expressed in words.
‘This guy is really…’
Mok Gyeong-un twitched his lips and spoke to the devastated man.
“I’ll give you one last chance.”
“what?”
“If you take the hand I extend to you right now, Master, you won’t suffer any loss.”
“…No matter what words you try to deceive me, I will not believe you….”
-Kwasik!
At that moment, the heart in Mo Qingyun’s hand was crushed.
Soon, Mok Gyeong-un thrust the crushed heart into the mouth of In Seo-ok, the dead woman.
Seeing this, Fangsa Zhao Yi-gong’s eyes wavered.
The moment I saw this, I could guess what Mok Kyung-un was going to do.
‘Six-person necromancy?’
Six-person necromancy.
It is a forbidden secret technique for creating living ghosts.
This is born when a person who has just died is fed with the blood of their heart, which can be said to be their source, and the negative energy of those who have recently died is gathered in one place and a magic technique is performed.
Living corpse ghost.
It is transformed into a being that suits those words.
However, raw poetry is more difficult to make than regular poetry or jiangshi.
‘It’s too ineffective.’
That’s because he had to kill nearly 30 people to gather their energy to create one raw ghost, and the raw ghost had too many weaknesses.
If people were killed periodically and the dead person’s negative energy was not filled, the body would rot, so its effectiveness was greatly reduced.
Because it requires endless sacrifice for a living, breathing corpse that has no will of its own, it became a banned technique by the Bangwon Thirty-Six Pillars.
Of course, this is not a problem for the practitioners of Wonsalgak who practice prohibited techniques in the first place, but
“under!”
Bangsa Joui-gong clicked his tongue.
How can I make a footnote into a literal verse now?
I had to kill thirty people and fill their bodies with their morale to replace their hearts, but even if I killed all of those who had fallen here right now, there would only be ten of them.
-Park! Pop! Pop!
Instead of an amulet, Mok Gyeong-un made a hand seal of the incantation.
And then he began to recite the spell.
“Takhwadoyo, Ogeumsi Yeogong, Yakyeoseongyeongjung, Ilipbyeon 100,000…”
‘It’s a foolish thing to do. If you don’t collect the evil energy by burying the newly dead people around you, you will never be alive…’
-Wiggle!
It was that moment.
The body of In Seo-ok, the original assassin whose head was being held in Mok Gyeong-un’s hand, moved.
Seeing this, Bangsa Jo Uigong’s eyes widened.
What on earth is going on?
“Ugh…..”
Then, eventually, a sound came out of his mouth.
The phenomenon of blinking upside-down white eyes was the phenomenon of becoming a living ghost.
At that sight, Jo Ui-gong was left speechless.
‘Nonsense.’
How can something like this happen when the evil energy of the dead is not satisfied?
While doing so, at some point, the pupil of In Seo-ok’s eyes revived.
Then Mok Gyeong-un let go of his head.
-thud!
In Seo-ok, who had been staggering, soon stood upright with her own strength.
“S-Master!”
Bangsa Jo Eui-gong called In Seo-ok, the original killer.
In Seo-ok slightly turned her head at the call, and then turned her gaze towards Mok Gyeong-un with a blank face.
Then he staggered closer and got down on his knees.
‘!!!!!’
When Bangsang Jo Ui-gong saw this, he was truly astonished.
Although he did not meet the conditions of the dark energy of the dead, he was truly successful in performing Six-Man Necromancy.
‘What is this guy…’
Although he was perplexed, Mok Kyung-un turned his head and smiled at Bangsa Jo Eui-gong and said.
“Still don’t want to take the chance?”
The moment I heard this, I got goosebumps all over my body.
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