The reincarnation demon temple
Episode 1
Socheonma Yeonunhwi
Silky hair that flows down to the waist like a white carpet.
A languid and decadent gaze.
He was a young man with a beautiful appearance that would make you believe he was a pretty girl if he dressed up as a woman.
In fact, no one living in the Cheonsan Mountains could carelessly say such things to him.
―The great master of sorcery.
-The king of the wandering ghosts of the nine heavens.
-The leader of the Cheonmasin Church.
etc.
The titles and nicknames referring to him were as numerous as the stars in the sky.
―The Little Heavenly Demon, Yeon Yun-hui.
A small leader of the Cheonmasingyo (天魔神敎), which is considered the strongest single force in the martial arts world.
Of course, regardless of affiliation, anyone who was a strong player had to be careful of even his gaze.
But the biggest reason he was afraid was actually something else.
“Is this all you can do, private tutor? If you do this, won’t you be too disappointed in yourself, your nephew?”
Look at that poison.
Even after drinking a lot of the poisonous Hakjeonghong, which is said to be able to melt a bull with just a handful, instead of collapsing, doesn’t it cause ghost fires to burst out from the corners of its eyes?
Yet, the cold-hearted ridicule was enough to send a chill down my spine just by looking at it.
In addition, there were glasses of alcohol scattered in front of him, and a dozen or so special assassins who had fallen with holes in their foreheads.
The fact that he was able to accomplish these things despite his obviously poor physical condition speaks volumes about what kind of race Yeon Yun-hui is.
Exclusive.
In reality, the evaluation of him, who was unable to learn martial arts due to his constitution, but who took control of the new religion with only his supernatural abilities and eventually became its leader, was very simple.
-If he laughs, run away without looking back. That just means you’re screwed.
―Get into his eyes. Then he will be your umbrella protecting you for life. But only if that is possible.
‘It’s been like that since the beginning. I don’t know if it’s because I’m naturally ill-tempered, or if my personality is so twisted because of my disabled body.’
Tch!
Vice-Cult Leader Cheon Ha-jin, who had planned this situation, was not happy with any of this.
One time, Yeon Yun-hui went on an inspection tour of the Central Plains.
But somehow, a rumor spread that a young Taoist priest from the shaman sect was following him around and bothering him.
Then, Yeon Yun-hui pulled out all of Hugi Ji-su’s hair and threw it into the Shaolin Temple grounds, telling them to do their best, causing an uproar in the martial arts world.
It was so hard to clean up the mess after the political bastards went wild, saying they were trying to start a war.
The problem is that this is only a very small example.
Besides this, there were countless other incidents and accidents committed by Yeon Yun-hui.
It’s always been like this.
The accident happened because Yeon Yun-hui, and the cleanup was done because Cheon Ha-jin.
The problem was that the support of young believers for Yeon Yun-hui’s flashy and bold actions was growing day by day.
Cheon Hajin could no longer tolerate the Cheonma Sect being ruined by the evil spirits.
“That’s true. I tried to teach Sajil for the first time, but it didn’t go well. I’m so embarrassed.”
“If only my body wasn’t so heavy, I could have blown a cool breeze through my head like these guys. It’s such a shame.”
“I can only say that it is unfortunate that things will not go as planned.”
Cheon Ha-jin answered leisurely, but he was internally gritting his teeth.
I couldn’t allow an orphan like me to continue talking nonsense any longer.
Anyway, all the groundwork has been completed.
Yeon Yun-hui’s escort has already been completely eliminated a long time ago.
The persuasion of the elders who did not want to meet a cult leader who had not even learned the cult leader’s vision has also ended.
The approval to do so was given from above as well.
So now all that was left was to remove it.
Clink! Clink!
Cheon Ha-jin started walking on the floor covered with corpses and blood.
No matter how much you don’t like it, isn’t there such a thing as a relationship with a master?
He is still a proud small master of the Cheonmasingyo.
So, in the end, he still had some tolerance left to decorate it with his own hands.
* * *
Master.
Was this the price for the trust that the Master had been telling me so many times?
You are so naive.
Look at that.
In the end, didn’t that damn author just hit us in the back of the head like this?
I wanted to tell my Master that if I saw him in the Heavenly Demon Palace, who was still in a deep sleep.
Divine Sword Heavenly Demon.
If that person, who once ruled the world of martial arts, had not fallen into a state of obsession while studying the Great Law to cure his useless disciple’s damaged danjeon, that guy’s shoulders would never have been tense.
I was born with a damaged danjeon, so I was never able to learn martial arts.
So I never learned even those common basic breathing techniques.
But I don’t know if it was a blessing in disguise or an even bigger misfortune, but I had a special talent that was different from others.
-The eyes of the dead.
I thought I saw a dead person.
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No, it wasn’t just the dead.
A supernatural being, as people often say… He could communicate with and sometimes even command things that existed on the other side of the world.
It was my master who discovered me like that.
‘You are not unusual at all. You are special.’
I still can’t forget that day.
The day when my Master reached out to me, who was beaten by the neighborhood kids for seeing things and telling lies, and abandoned under a bridge.
‘Since the ‘Tower’ appeared beyond that sky. Sometimes, there are children like you who are born with extremely developed upper body temperament or with unique spiritual roots. So, that talent is not a mistake. Rather, it is a blessing.’
exception.
blessing.
For me, who always lived with regrets of ‘why am I living’, those were magical words that changed my perspective on the world.
‘And those kids are special, so they always do special things. You will be too.’
‘Really…?’
‘Yes. So will you follow me? I will help you become more special than anyone else in the world.’
After that, I started learning various tricks from my master to bring out the talents in me.
Yin-Yang magic, boxing, and divination, of course, but also the secret methods of Sima Weidao, astrology and demonology from the far-off Western Regions, and even the secret rituals of the ancient Baehwa Church that sought immortality.
More persistently than anyone else. And more viciously than anyone else.
Although I couldn’t hold a sword in my hand like my master, I would do anything to help him rule.
Despite countless prejudices and finger-pointing, I persevered and persevered with the single thought of wanting to be like my master.
Thus, I was able to sit in this position by shaking off all the powers that supported the Cheonmasingyo, the successors of the Nine Great Demonic Sects and the Seventy-Two Evil Cults… … .
But it seemed like that feat had come to an end today.
“Let’s ask just one thing when we leave, Sasauk.”
There’s a hint of a smile on the lips of the guy slowly approaching me. It must be the smile of a winner.
The thought of breaking that face began to grow in my mind.
“What is it?”
“Who on earth is the mastermind behind the plan to instigate the private tutoring? There’s no way that a private tutor who is not even as good as a swindler would have taken the lead in such a grand plan. There must have been some little rat who laid the groundwork.”
Cheon Ha-jin’s face was distorted in a very pleasing way.
“What are you talking about? It is my and the elders’ resolution to drag you down from the throne-”
“Don’t be a jerk. I told you you’re not the type of person to do something like that.”
“This guy!!”
There were only two emotions on the guy’s increasingly distorted face.
failure.
And feelings of inferiority.
This is what he was like originally.
A crippled brat who couldn’t even make eye contact with his master when he was still healthy, and would walk around with his head down.
“Who is it? Heukgolguigokju? Noejeonghyeolmunju? Or Jipmadojeonju? Or something else? Is there a third party I don’t know about?”
“… … !”
“A third party. There was a mastermind behind this. Could it be that they were the ones who made Master do this?”
“Shut up!!”
Kwaaaaa-
Cheon Ha-jin must have thought he couldn’t take it anymore, so he tried to break my neck with his black jade hand.
That gave me confidence.
The reason both Master and I ended up like this is because someone was manipulating us from behind the scenes.
And the goal is to swallow up the Cheonmasingyo religion.
Of course, I had no intention of being treated so easily.
“When you kill me, you must remember just one fact, Sasauk.”
Kkwaduk!
My balls turned in response to Cheon Ha-jin’s rough hands.
The terrible sound of bones breaking and intense pain.
But I laughed.
Cheon Ha-jin’s face suddenly took on a look of disgust.
It must seem bizarre to him to see you talking so loudly that your neck is bent.
Then, too late, I realized what I was aiming for and turned pale.
“You seol-”
It’s late, you punk.
“The sacred relic, the Magic Dragon Sword, is the ultimate magical tool that is said to contain the relics left behind by the first Heavenly Demon.”
I put my hand on the magic sword that was on my knees.
The religious leader’s sacred relic that the master told us to always carry with us in case we need it.
It was an item that contained many memories.
…I never thought I would break this with my own hands.
The moment all of my magical power from the upper chamber was sucked into it, the Demon Dragon Sword and its scabbard shattered into pieces like a glass window.
Wow!
The faces of Cheon Ha-jin, who had turned white, as well as the faces of Ma Yeong-dan and the elders behind him were all reflected on the countless black pieces of sword flying around.
Even my face that smiles like a devil.
“therefore-“
The spirit explosion hell flame ritual.
A trick to burn souls and bring hellfire to the world.
Since it is the highest magical tool of the new religion that was sacrificed, its power will be very great.
Even if you’re not very good, wouldn’t it be enough to blow away at least one of the Sogyojujeon?
“Everyone, get out of here.”
―!
At that moment, the world turned white.
* * *
Consciousness is gradually fading away.
.
.
Is it all over?
It’s probably all gone.
If you survived that explosion, shouldn’t you be given some recognition for your skills?
However, that doesn’t mean I can close my eyes comfortably.
The master is still lying in the Heavenly Demon Palace, and the mastermind has not yet been identified.
It’s hard to close your eyes in peace, not knowing when their clutches will strike again.
So I had to find a way.
A way to come back to life.
However, since his body was completely oxidized in the explosion, he could not wake up again as ‘Yeonunhwi’.
If so, there is only one way left.
-What if I wake up in a body other than mine?
Among the great laws of the ancient Buddhism, there is something called the Origin God Turning Calamity.
A great law created by former leaders of the Baehwa Cult who were nearing death due to old age or injury to transform into fresh bodies.
However, nine times out of ten, it fails, and even if it succeeds, it ends up being classified as taboo because it leads to death due to the disharmony between the soul and the body.
But for me, there was no particular reason to avoid this.
If you fail, you die, but if you succeed… …you’ll get a new chance.
A chance to save Master and find and eliminate the mastermind.
At that time, there were still remnants of the magic dragon sword left behind from the explosion.
Controlling it… …I slowly reached out into the air (or wherever I thought of it).
At that moment, a ray of light of salvation seemed to descend from the dark sky and touched my fingertips.
I lost consciousness as I thought about the sight, which was just like my name, Yunhui, meaning ‘light in the clouds’.
That name was also the name I received on the day I first met Master, when I had been living without a name.
The reincarnation demon temple
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-The one who has shed his shell.
People called these absolute beings and half-immortals who tried to overcome human limitations and climb the ‘tower’ located in the sky.
The reincarnation demon temple
