Episode 102
Heavenly Demon’s Heart Protection Exercise
After becoming a butler, Ilno’s daily routine was as follows.
At the beginning of the night, the bedding is opened and water is prepared in advance so that the young leader can wash.
In the early morning of the first day of the week, breakfast is served to the little sect leader who has just returned from his early morning training.
At the beginning of the day, give instructions to other butlers and servants on what to do for the day. Prepare snacks for the head of the household who is concentrating on his duties.
In the beginning, he would go around the White House, pointing out areas that needed repairs and educating the butlers and servants on their shortcomings.
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Hash Cho receives simple martial arts instruction from the Sogyoju. He is amazed by the Sogyoju’s insight.
At midnight, after finishing meditation training, the little leader goes to bed early, so we finish lighting the lamps and prepare the next day’s menu for the little leader.
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A series of tasks centered around the leader and geared solely towards serving the leader.
One time, the young leader asked me this with a strange expression.
“…Isn’t it good for Ilno to have his own personal time?”
“This is like personal time to me.”
“If you say it like that… well, I have nothing to say.”
Ilno’s words were sincere.
No, rather, he had thought several times over the past few days whether it was okay for him to be this happy.
Hasn’t the life I’ve lived for the past six years been one of being chased?
However, the leader of the cult, who was thought to be dead, performed a miracle and returned from hell, and even gave him the honor of serving those next to him.
What greater glory can there be for a believer than this?
It was a small happiness in itself to transform the residence of the sect leader little by little with my own hands.
I had no time to tire when I thought about how I would one day be helping to create a fire that would set the world on fire.
but.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
If there was one flaw in the White House life, it was this.
At these times, Il-no’s eyes, which were always full of life, would turn into cloudy, frozen eyes.
‘Here we go again! Those damn authors!’
It was the time of the secret meeting between Dang Gyu-jin, Yoo Su-min, and Sima Seon-ui.
The only ones who harm the cult leader who deserves respect!
Wedge-
Dang Gyu-jin suddenly appeared above Yun-hui’s head and struck down his sword hard.
It was a very brutal swordsmanship that made you wonder if it was really the right swordsman for someone to swing their sword at their own younger brother.
Her sunken eyes were filled with a murderous intent.
“Sister, kill me!!”
“Songpung Sword Technique! Songpung Sword Up!!”
The same goes for Yoo Su-min, who was watching this.
Sima Xian, who enjoyed talking to Yun Hui, also had murderous intent in his eyes at some point.
A haggard appearance, eyes as sunken as a skeleton, and even the hem of his clothes torn here and there.
To anyone who saw it, it looked like they had just been through a fierce battle.
When I first visited the Kowloon branch, I had always been pretty, with makeup on and a court lady attire, but now I could no longer see any of that.
Since the start of the training week that Yun-Hui named ‘Hell Week’, they had to fight day and night without eating or sleeping properly for several days.
So now, there is only anger, venom, and stubbornness left in my eyes.
All that remained was the obsession to make the same mistake that made them such a mess of things happen again.
The problem was that the damn thing (to use the expression of the three women) was not even human at all.
If you had to fight like that every time, you would probably get tired first and fall down.
Somehow, despite his face becoming more gaunt day by day, he returned with improved physical strength.
It was to the point where they had the strange thought that maybe Yun-Hwi was secretly stealing their energy.
As their swordsmanship improved day by day, the three women were truly dying.
Imagine that this guy is having a really hard time, but his opponent has a more advanced sword and is fighting for a longer time than the day before.
I could confidently say that if there was a living hell, it would be this place.
“Now please just let go!!”
Dang Gyu-jin swung his sword with all his might and sincerity.
Even the Blue Mask, who always enjoyed battles, no longer smiled.
“Demon King! The Demon King keeps tormenting me to play with me and then eat me!”
Now, just by looking at the movement, I could automatically start a game.
Chaeaaaaaang!
Yun-Hwi quickly slashed his sword to the side and rolled on the ground.
Kwaaang!
The sword hit the floor where the collar was torn.
The ground caved in, sending up clouds of dust.
“Shh… shh… this is too bad… I’m going to die…!”
“… The attack a little while ago seemed to have some kind of history, right, Sister? Didn’t we agree not to do that?”
“I don’t know, that’s it! Just throw it away!”
Pfft!
Dang Gyu-jin was now showing signs of being a prosecutor, saying that it was a do-or-die situation.
However, Yun-Hwi stepped on the shadow treasure without activating his internal energy until the end and barely retreated backwards.
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‘I, I, I, Goyan!’
Meanwhile, Il-no, who was watching this, was furious once again.
The military uniform that Ilno had neatly ironed and put on him in the morning had become rags after a long battle.
His hair, which had been combed with the scent of musk deer, was disheveled and looked like a beggar’s.
Even the large and small wounds visible between the collars completely covered his entire body.
What kind of strange thing is this to the noble one who is destined to become the incarnation of the spirit!
Il-no felt like running out right away, grabbing Dang Gyu-jin by the collar, and getting really angry.
However, the reason he endured it was because Yun-hui had strongly urged him not to come forward.
Should we show respect to the gentleman who first taught martial arts to a young cult leader who had never even learned martial arts?
In terms of new religion, it seems like it would be something like a martial arts minister or a law-abiding person.
So Il-no became even more angry.
I will repay the humiliation my little leader received!
Ilno thought so.
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“Ugh! I almost died. Ah, thank you.”
After finishing all the sparring, I sat down on the floor and drank the water that Ilno had handed me.
Ice water with ice floating around. It was absolutely breathtaking.
Ugh!
I really like our new butler. He’s very good.
After my thirst was somewhat quenched, I sprinkled the remaining water on my head.
Only then did I feel like I could live a little.
“Oh, me too-”
As Il-no happened to pass by, Dang Gyu-jin smiled brightly and reached out to receive the ice water.
Ss …
Il-no passed by Dang Gyu-jin as if nothing had happened and handed a tray of ice water to the other servants.
While looking at the Dang Gyu-jin group with blank expressions, he flashed a rotten smile, as if he was saying that they would not have any soup in the future either.
Dang Gyu-jin asked me with a trembling face.
“… Did I do something wrong?”
I ended up bursting out in laughter.
Well, for a believer of a mythical sect where respect for the sect leader is no different from worshipping a god, such an attitude is natural.
I asked Ilno to share some ice water with the three of us, and finished today’s sparring.
“It certainly seems like training goes better with you and the two young ladies. It’s also less boring. I’d like to thank you again.”
For the first time, Yoo Su-min’s face gave rise to ‘hope’.
“Then, this concludes all of our previous sparring-”
“I ask for your continued support in the future.”
“… … .”
“… … .”
“… … .”
“Is there a problem?”
“Oh, no. Nothing. Hohoho!”
It seemed like Yoo Su-min’s eyes were trembling.
What, am I mistaken? Hehe.
“Why did you have to fall into the clutches of a cult leader to suffer like this?”
“Aren’t you the ones who begged to be allowed to train?”
“So now it’s hard to ask for a handover. It’s just a one-handed move, a one-handed move. Tsk tsk!”
“Ah, this is what they mean by fellow sufferers. I never thought the day would come when I would feel this way toward the children of the sect.”
“Do those kids really know? That the moment they are trembling with fear is the happiest time they will ever be in the hands of the cult leader?”
Dang Gyu-jin sighed deeply and asked.
“But is this okay for you? I heard you even do individual training after the sparring session?”
“Yes, that’s right. I need to review what I learned from the training.”
“The duel with the Lion King is tomorrow. But is it okay to use up all your energy like this?”
“I have my own secret.”
“What is that?”
“Trade secret.”
“… … .”
“It’s nothing special. I just do it. Just do it.”
It seemed as if I could somehow see the inner thoughts passing over the faces of the three people.
‘He’s my brother, but… he was a little, no, very unlucky a little while ago.’
‘Wangjae-su.’
‘I can’t do it… I’m jealous.’
I spoke casually, but in fact I was thinking about it.
‘With this guy, recovering stamina is so easy.’
In an instant, the black dragon energy flowed through the meridians and blood vessels, washing away impurities and revitalizing tired cells.
Thanks to this, wound healing, physical recovery, and mental recovery all occurred at the same time, so after just one night’s sleep, my body felt refreshed as if it had been washed in water.
How can I not continue to apply for training in this way?
Day by day, the bones of the three people were touching each other, but it seemed that their swordsmanship was also improving day by day.
The inspiration they each gained from their previous battles with demons finally began to show in their swordsmanship.
Since you can see your own growth with your own eyes, it is a structure that stimulates you and makes you come out to spar even when it is so hard that you feel like you are dying.
Since ancient times, to a person who wants to quit, it is no different from a drug that they can never quit.
Yes, that’s right.
Now, these three talented women are destined to never escape my grasp again. Hmm, hmm, hmm.
“I don’t know how they’ll take this, but-“
“Not listening to the words of the weak is a virtue that only a small sect leader can possess.”
Anyway, thanks to them, I too was soon reaching the level of Maracheon Sword.
“Then I’ll wake up early tomorrow to prepare for the rain. Then, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah… .”
“Oh, take care… … .”
“… … .”
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Having successfully entered the Heavenly Demon Sword and perfected the Black Dragon Sword, I was now able to move on to the next stage, as I was able to completely control the evil spirits of Mara.
Now, the full-scale initiation into the divine art of protecting religion has begun.
“Ah, the young sect leader has finally set foot in the Hogyo Shingong-“
“There have been many savages who have tried to gnaw at you for being crowned a minor sect leader without any religious service, but now no one will be able to bring this up in public.”
“I’m sorry, Young Master!”
“I’ll give you a discount!!”
“I’m sorry!!”
As the ghosts say, the problem of orthodoxy has been the root cause of the problem of legitimacy that has followed me like a tail for a long time.
For generations, all the leaders of new religions, regardless of their religious sect, had to learn the art of exorcism.
A kind hearted person.
Airplane.
King’s throne.
Cowardly.
And the vision of Asura Pacheonmu is created only when these four seasons of Cheonma are combined into one.
Even the Cheonmagugum, which was personally created by the master at the time and added to the Hogyo Shingong.
Only by mastering all of these teachings, also known as the Vision of the Cult Leader or the Six Great Visions, could one become a true leader.
Therefore, after numerous battles, when a new leader was finally appointed, it was a kind of tradition for the current leader to personally pass on the power of the cult to the new leader.
But I broke it.
Just because there is no danjeon.
Naturally, the question of ‘Is a steamed bun without red bean paste really a steamed bun?’ has been causing a stir in the Shin-kyo society for a long time.
Especially when it comes to tradition and history, the old people who wake up in their sleep start nitpicking about these things.
Of course, since this body was so good(?), no one raised an issue with it anymore because they beat up any discontented elements they saw (it would be more correct to say that they couldn’t do it), but there were still quite a few people who had doubts about its foundation.
If I had ascended to the position of leader, it was clear that there would have been endless troubles.
No matter what I do, ambitious people who don’t like me will find something to find fault with.
But I finally succeeded in overcoming that very weakness.
Of course, I can’t help but be happy.
So I decided to take the plunge and go one step further.
-Cheonmahosimgong (Heavenly Demon Protecting the Heart).
at las.
It was time to learn the heart method that forms the basis of the Hogyo Shingong.
The reincarnation demon temple
