Episode 46. Year Road (1)
monotonicity.
where are you doing what… … .
Even without him, Moorim Meng’s time piled up and flowed, and the three-part composition got used to it before I knew it.
A factional faction divided into three branches.
Because of that, whenever we sat down at the negotiating table with the Demonic Cult and the First League of the Apostles, the heads of the three forces on the political faction had to gather beforehand.
This time, the leaders and delegations of the original Murim Alliance, Jeongui Alliance, and Oryong Association gathered together to decide on the Jeongsama regular meeting, the time and place of the Taesamdaejeon, and how to select its representatives.
The place… … .
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To the southwest, not far from Murimmaeng.
A place full of dark and musty smells.
wheein-.
Through the half-open window, the wind and outside noise came in little by little.
The lanterns trembled dangerously in the breeze and the slight sound, and dust rose in the air.
“It’s just like the Moorim Meng right now.”
Janggyeonggak (藏經閣).
The largest library in Jungwon, where numerous Buddhist scriptures and martial arts books are stored.
However, it is not a place at all suitable for serving the head of the Murim League.
Gija Chun, who had just entered Jegal Chong’s complex words, widened his lips and then sighed.
“Come, those humans.”
“Hasn’t the Oryonghoe delegation not arrived yet?”
“I saw that there were things to be pre-arranged before that.”
Chun Ki-ja was a person with the highest position under the head of the Maengju, who currently concurrently holds the post of Munmu-Professor of the Murim League. However, it was difficult to have a significant meaning externally as the Moorim Maeng was so weak now.
“Then shall we go?”
The two quickly walked out of Janggyeonggak and headed for the conference room.
The two of them had a quick conversation while crossing the grounds of Shaolin Temple.
“Did Ambassador Jigong come?”
“That’s right.”
“The reason he chose this place is to seize the initiative, right?”
“It will be. or not.”
“… … .”
“They’re probably trying to put us on Buddha’s palm and play with him like Son Wukong.”
Jegal Chong smiled strangely. Reporter Cheon, who knew well what it meant, smiled.
Soon the two arrived at the conference room.
Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Jayundang (紫雲堂).
Originally, this was the place where successive masters of Shaolin lived in seclusion after washing their faces in gold powder.
Therefore, in the backyard, there was a forest with more than 100 stone tablets erected after the masters of Shaolin passed away.
Because of the pagoda and dense forests, Jaundang has a gloomy energy throughout the year, and it has a gloomy feeling unlike a sacred place for a political faction.
The person living there now was not a retired Shaolin master.
If you look at it, it’s a dark and gloomy energy that suits you better than anyone else in the world… … .
The current owner of Jaundang was Zigong, who changed his clothes from Daewonro of the Murim League to leader of the Justice League.
As Jegalchong and Cheon Ki-ja parted through the forest and entered Jaun-dang, they were greeted by the high priests of Shaolin and the elders of the Justice League who were demonstrating on both sides.
That situation alone made me feel the mighty power of the Justice League.
In the deepest place in the middle of the Zaundang Hall, there were five statues of the principal Buddha.
and… … .
In front of him, Jung, who overwhelmed the spirit of the principal Buddha, was sitting cross-legged.
Zigong, he had just returned from an outing to coincide with this meeting.
Hyegong, the current Shaolin master, approached Zigong, who was sitting, and put his palms together and spoke to him, and finally he got out of his lotus position and got up and was shot with a Jegal gun.
“Welcome. Lord Jegal.”
dole.
It was an intentional clump. By not acknowledging Zhuge Chong as the leader, the Murim Maeng was circumspectly expressed as the Zhan Maeng, and it was also an ambiguous expression emphasizing that only the Jeongui Maeng was the deficit of the current political faction.
Nonetheless-.
“Nice to meet you, Ambassador Zigong.”
Jegal Chong responded as he had been called. However, the eyes around her sharpened. Now, since the leader of this place was Zigong, they must have been indignant at not calling him the leader.
Zigong calmed the disturbance by raising his hand.
“quiet.”
“Haona, Lord!”
Zigong said with a look of benevolence.
“If the monkey doesn’t know the rituals, will the Buddhist use it if he doesn’t follow the Buddha’s way?”
Even though it was an unpleasant metaphor, Jegal Chong did not erase the smile on his face.
“Ha ha ha, a monkey. You rated this Jegalmo too high. I thought you regarded the main lord as something insignificant, like a stone or an insect. And he once heard that to a horse, a Buddha looks like a horse, to a cow like a cow, and to a human being like a human being. naturally-.”
Zhuge Chong looked at Zigong and slowly raised his teacup.
“It will look like a monkey to a monkey.”
Tuk-tuk.
Zigong’s long, skinny fingertips touched the armrest.
“Who do you think said that?”
“Single oiliness.”
“Oh, Tongjae. It is Sapa’s well-trained donor who fills his low intelligence with full poison, but he goes so far as to say such nonsense.”
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“ha ha ha. be stupid I mean, I mean.”
Zhuge Chong took a sip of tea and responded leisurely.
“The ambassador said that.”
“hmm… … ?”
“The child said that the Great Master Jigong said that.”
“No-nap!?”
Jegalchong did not enjoy hunting.
But I knew. Even a tiger, the king of the mountains, will flutter when caught in a trap.
The subtle facial expression changes of the fluttering Zigong.
It was such a small thing that I already guessed that he had heard or used this somewhere. Thanks to that, I don’t even need to add the word [Heo Gong-rok] in a dream.
However, Zigong, who quickly concealed his true feelings, asked in a calm tone.
“Can I ask you something while the story of Danyuseong’s donor comes out?”
“Please visit me, Ambassador.”
“Is the donor of Danyuseong still alive?”
“Unfortunately, I am still not fine. haha.”
“Regretful?”
“Aren’t you asking out of pity that the blind child is still alive?”
Zigong twitched his lips indifferently.
“Lord Jegal. It’s a pleasure and it’s Hongbok, the fact that the donor is alive.”
“Didn’t you just come to the ambassador and say that? Sapa’s well-rounded child who fills his low intelligence with miasma. How can I be glad that such a child is alive?”
“At night, half of the non-believers take refuge in the Buddha.”
Zigong’s eyes were visibly quiet.
“No-nap has no doubt that the young donor will take refuge in the Buddha. The full miasma will eventually be purified, and the lower five stars have already been extinguished to a lower place. If it’s a pity, that’s just a pity.”
You know.
Zhuge Chong was able to infer from what he had just said that Zigong had already realized that Dan Yuseong’s body and Dan Tian had become disabled.
Zigong smiled and leaned his upper body toward the Zhuge Chong.
“Anyway, I hope that child has mysterious luck. Except for the luck that Nonap could not have predicted at all. Even in the explosion of the Honyuan thunderbolt, somehow he survived without losing his life.”
“Cluck cluck cluck cluck.”
Cheon Gi-ja, who had been watching Zhuge Chong for a while, let out an eccentric laugh as if he couldn’t stand it. Just as you like.
When Zigong’s gaze came to him and pierced him, he quietly opened his mouth.
“Yes, yes, it is heavenly luck. Once or twice out of a hundred, six or seven times out of a thousand is a great thing. But that’s it. Hwasim.”
The face of Zigong, who had maintained his composure for a while, hardened at the sudden name. Seeing Zigong like that, reporter Chun reached out his waist and whispered into Zigong’s ear.
“Look at this. Haven’t you thought about that?”
“What do you mean?”
“That mysterious luck… … The thought that heaven-sent luck could be that child’s ability.”
Qian Zi and Zigong’s eyes collided fiercely in the air.
I couldn’t guess what the two of them were thinking at all, but no one here could deny that an unusual exchange of minds was taking place.
“Cheon reporter Siju. However, even if all the luck in the world follows, the burnt dantian cannot be revived.”
Zigong added a question as if he was enjoying something.
“You know very well that it is more difficult than bringing the dead back to life, right?”
“Cluck. Isn’t that what you are supposed to say, even though you have to pretend to practice the Buddha Way?”
“It is all the more contrary to Buddhism to dazzle with words full of dreams when a proper suggestion is needed. What the donor needs now is not some kind of medicine, but disrespect or hardening his mind.”
hard.
The index finger of Zigong’s right hand, which was knocking on the table in an orderly manner, and many meanings were implied in such regular actions.
“Until the Mannyeonhwari (萬年火鯉) exists and the inner hem is not picked up by a small amount of luck.”
“Heulheul, I used a lot of weeds like cow gals. It’s the inner end of Mannyeonhwari. But, why don’t you listen to me at least with your ears?”
Reporter Cheon let out a laugh and raised one eyebrow.
“Hwashim, didn’t you just say it was a small piece of heavenly luck?”
“… … .”
“Then, wouldn’t it be possible to achieve that heavenly luck?”
“Does Danyouseong Soshiju really have the ability to achieve heaven-sent fortune on its own?”
Tuk-tuk, reporter Chun brushed his hips and blew into Zigong’s face.
“I don’t know about that, but I’m sure I’m still working hard to make my luck come true.”
“effort? Huhuhu-.”
“… … .”
“Looking for Mannyeonhwa-ri with effort? Of all the jokes I’ve heard lately, this is the funniest joke, Gija Chun.”
“Effort is what I mean. Always needed and always lacking. Pouring in doesn’t necessarily make you successful, but it also makes it better.”
“… … .”
“Yooseong didn’t necessarily pick up Mannyeonhwari, but it’s true that he left to find something.”
“Looking for something… … leave?”
“I don’t know exactly what you mean, but… … .”
Reporter Chun continued, sweeping down his long mustache.
“I heard you left to find the ties of the ring.”
“belt… … The bond of the ring!?”
belt ring?
foreign language? new language? Western translation? East English? transgression?
Zigong had been exposed to quite a few languages. But it was a word I had no idea what it meant.
“What the hell is that?”
“well. Do you all understand that it is an old lady?”
Tirling, it’s more like a language… … Is it like a tracheal sound?
“I don’t know what that means, though, but one thing is certain.”
“… … .”
“Isn’t Yooseong now trying to be a little less ignorant? I must have learned a lot in the meantime. haha?.”
Zigong’s small eyes trembled. Even the aged pupils have a slight blue tint.
“If you think about it, wouldn’t a miracle of hard work happen even if there was no such thing as a millionaire? Hee hee hee.”
Chun Ji-ja, who had been watching Zigong’s wavy eyes, gazed out the window far away, away from Shaolin Temple, and smirked at his forehead, nose, lips, and all parts of his face that could express expressions.
“Titling-. That sounds good to hear.”
Jegal Chong followed him.
“That’s right. It’s just a pity that I can’t hear that pleasant sound in person.”
Zigong looked at the strangely twitching lips of the two in a bad mood.
Two or three were convinced at the same time.
I don’t know, but Dan Yoo-seong must be making extraordinary efforts.
and.
In fact, it was.
even at this moment.
Tring-!
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“… … Why why… … !?”
“Are you embarrassed?”
A warehouse in the back of a city in Sacheon, where dozens of Ebony members are lying.
Jang-han, who appeared to be the boss, was tied up in his thirties, and a white-haired young man stood in front of him.
“Don’t be sad yet. check it out once Uncle Tirling.”
“belt… … ring?”
Then, a sandalwood-haired young man slams a hatchet down at some point on the warehouse floor.
Kwajak.
Tring-!
“… … how?”
The scapegoat of the boss, no Yeonghak-ri, no, another belt ring, became a speculation.
“How did you know?”
The sandal-haired young man raised his lips as he looked down at another warehouse hidden under the warehouse.
“How can I talk to you? Yeonghak-ri, that’s your previous life… … Oh, don’t you understand?”
Dan Yoo-seong, a sandal-haired young man who raises his hand and uses both cheeks.
Well, it’s not nice skin, but it’s still young and smooth in its own way.
‘No wounds.’
Not yet.
He went down to the hidden storage room. The cheap cherry blossom cigarettes are kicking in the feet. And while he was locked in a corner, he looked at the girls who were looking at him with uneasy eyes, and he saw life in his eyes.
Chi-Ik-.
Dan Yooseong rolled up a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and went back to the storage room.
“So about 40 or 50 years ago, he left a pretty scar on my cheek.”
Young Hak-ri, who looked anxious.
“To steal all the things here and steal those children. Well, unlike the previous life, in the previous life, let alone hurt, he died without using his strength. And above all-.”
Nettle liquid-.
“Unlucky Tirling told me this time too.”
Kwajak!
Dan Yoo-seong’s hand ax lodged in Yeong Hak-ri (36 years old)’s unsightly remaining molar teeth.
My previous life, the third after [Heo Gong-rok].
“Trash like you deserves to die again.”
