Episode 4 The Demon Monk (2)
-Ahh!
A middle-aged man with a scar under his left eye, who was sitting on the floor and holding a snack in his mouth, sighed and looked toward the pavilion leading to the main building.
The part of the palace where the guard warriors would normally be located was empty.
‘Is this okay?’
His name is Jang Myeong-in.
At Yeonmok Geomjang, he was in charge of Naedangju, who was responsible for overall security of the main building.
When he was young, he was a renowned Taoist swordsman near Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province. 19 years ago, during the subjugation of pirates in the Sea Salt region, he became associated with Zhuang Zhou and became the Yeonmok Swordmaster.
‘Jangju.’
In his youth, Zhang Ju was truly a hero.
I admired him and thought everything about him was right.
But how did this happen?
[The head of the family… You really don’t want that lowly gisaeng woman’s son to become the successor to the Great Yeonmok Swordmaster, do you?]
[that……]
[Think carefully about what is the right thing to do for Yeonmok Geomjang.]
At first I didn’t want to get involved.
However, he could not help but be swayed by the words of his godfather, Mrs. Seok.
Even if the military talent is overwhelmingly outstanding, if the youngest Confucius, Mo Yu-cheon, who has no foundation and no allies in the family, succeeds the family, it will eventually lead to the division of the Yeonmok Swordmaster.
‘okay. This is the right thing to do.’
Even if the eldest son, Mo Yeong-ho, is somewhat vicious, he is the eldest son.
It’s not my mother’s house or any other place, but Geumhwa Seokgajang, so it’s enough to support me.
In many ways, it was right for him, the eldest son, to become the successor.
The only thing that bothers me is,
[The congressman couldn’t do anything, so how could a radiologist do anything…]
[It won’t take long. All you have to do is pretend not to notice for about an hour.]
[…….]
[This is a phrase used in Mongseong. If we find out, there will be no conflict with the retainers or the second child, Mok Eun-pyeong.]
Jangju’s official seal.
If you have an official, you can nominate a successor.
The division of vassals can also be prevented.
‘Is it possible?’
However, I couldn’t erase a bit of doubt.
How can a master who only uses witchcraft or magic be able to find out where the master is from the mouth of a master who is on the verge of losing his breath?
I also felt like I was wasting my time doing something pointless.
‘You’re talking about magic, but you’re not trying to find out by scaring Jangju, who is weakened by his illness, with medicine or something like that, right?’
No matter how much the first Confucius, Mo Yeong-ho, wanted to become the successor, that was not the case.
It is an insult to the chieftain who swore loyalty.
-closely!
Power went into Jang Myeong-in’s hands.
‘Yeah, that’s not true.’
They told me to leave the area empty for about an hour, but I’ll have to check just in case.
They said you shouldn’t interfere, so if you just look, there won’t be any major problems.
Accordingly, the head of the house, Jang Myeong-in, passed through the royal palace and headed toward the main building.
* * *
-Sigh!
Mo Gyeong-un placed his hand on the neck of Bangsa Myoshin, where the veins were protruding.
Myoshin’s pulse stopped beating as he had stopped breathing.
After confirming this, Mok Gyeong-un returned with a dull expression.
‘It’s okay.’
It didn’t feel like he died at the hands of anyone.
Mysterious death.
Myoshin’s death was like that.
-Srurr!
At that time, a large, bloodless monk appeared above the dead Myosin.
Around his neck hung prayer beads made of crackling skulls.
Mu Qingyun stretched out his hand and touched it.
Then, the monk’s ghostly white eyes, emitting an eerie glow, shook.
“You wear something interesting around your neck.”
-…………
The reason was simple.
This was because he could directly contact himself as a spirit.
Mo Kyung-un asked while fiddling with the skull prayer beads.
“You said you would be a faithful slave, what should I call you?”
In response to Mo Gyeong-un’s question, the large monk, who was still, muttered something quietly.
It looks like he just keeps his mouth shut.
-…………
This was not something that human hearing could hear.
But it sounded right to Mok Kyung-un’s ears.
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“Demon horse? It seems like a title, not a name. “It doesn’t matter because all you have to do is sing something.”
The monster called himself a demon monk.
Mok Gyeong-un, who looked at the demonic horse and laughed, soon turned his head and looked at Jang Ju, who was unconscious with his arm cut off.
Mo Kyung-un stroked his chin.
“Hmm.”
I was worried.
Would it be better to kill Jangju or keep him alive?
It didn’t take long to worry.
If he had to kill Jangju right away, he would be in a difficult position.
Therefore, it was better to keep him alive.
“Then I guess I’ll have to change the composition a bit. Horse riding. “Can you move that person to Lord Jang?”
-…………
Hearing Mo Gyeong-un’s words, Ma Seung, who had been quiet, shook his head.
At this, Mok Kyung-un muttered as if he was slightly disappointed.
“Are you sure you can’t do it?”
-…………
I thought it would be possible to exert physical force because I killed Bang Bang, but surprisingly, I had no idea that such simple physical force would not be possible.
Or is he intentionally acting like he can’t do it?
furthermore,
-Srurr!
The moment the part of the body that was materialized was touched by sunlight, it disappeared like a haze.
The phenomenon was similar to a shadow disappearing into light.
‘This is a difficult area to understand.’
It was interesting, but difficult to understand.
Mok Gyeong-un’s gaze turned to the endorsement box of the dead Bangsa Myoshin.
There were many books related to magic there.
If we refer to that, wouldn’t we be able to understand a little more about this strange being?
-Jump! Damn it!
At that time, I heard the sound of footsteps on the floor outside the door.
Soon, Howie Gochan’s voice was heard from outside the room.
“Not yet?”
“Come on in.”
At these words, Howie Gochan opened the door and came in.
Gochan’s eyes widened as he opened the door.
“What is this…”
What surprised Gochan was the dead Bangsa Myoshin.
I thought he was practicing magic, but I couldn’t help but be embarrassed to see him lose his life in the meantime.
But what was surprising was that the guard, Gochan, did not seem to be able to see Ma Seung.
Mok Kyung-un asked, pointing to the left with his head.
“What do you see here?”
“yes?”
“I guess I can’t see it…”
-…………
“Ah… Is that so?”
“yes?”
“no. “I didn’t say that to Gochan’s escort.”
‘!?’
Gochan frowned at those words.
So does that mean you were just talking to yourself?
While he was wondering, Mok Kyung-un looked to his left and said something unintelligible.
“no. “I don’t think she needs to show herself.”
-…………
“Confucius? “What are you saying?”
Mok Kyung-un smiled and said to him who was confused.
“Never mind. Rather, would you please move the person there in front of Lord Jang?”
“no. “Why on earth is Confucius emitting radiation?”
The appearance of Bangsa Myoshin was extremely bizarre.
The veins all over his face were bulging and protruding in a disgusting way, and his expression was full of pain, astonishment, and fear.
‘How on earth was he murdered….is this what murder looks like?’
Is it poison?
It’s strange to even call it poison.
It was beyond bizarre.
‘Isn’t this guy the one who killed him?’
Even if its blood was toxic, it was quite different.
But it doesn’t seem like he was killed in a physical way, so what the hell?
While I was not understanding the English text, Mok Gyeong-un spoke.
“Could you please move it without looking at it?”
“yes yes.”
Gochan must have noticed that he said the same thing twice, so he hurriedly moved the dead Bangsa Myosin in front of Jangju.
Then Mok Gyeong-un said.
“Please knock him down in front of him as naturally as possible. “It’s like he went crazy alone and died.”
‘what?’
How do I defeat it so that it looks like it goes crazy and dies alone?
Gochan, who was embarrassed, just casually knocked down Myoshin’s body.
I did as I was told, but what was my intention?
‘Could it be that Bang Bang is trying to blame him for doing all of this?’
It may seem that way if you look at the messed up state of the room.
The one fortunate thing was that Jangju was still alive.
Even though my arm was cut off, it was better than dying.
“Confucius…what are you going to do now?”
“Ah, I forgot something important.”
In response to Go Chan’s question, Mok Gyeong-un picked up the sword that had fallen on the floor.
Mok Gyeong-un, holding the sword, approached the bed where Jangju was and swung it back and forth.
– Swish!
“Let’s do it like this. “The doctor who was trying to treat Jangju with magic was possessed by a ghost, so we stopped him from cutting off Jangju’s arm and killing him.”
“……”
At those words, Howie Gochan clicked his tongue inwardly.
In the midst of this, I created a plausible excuse to escape.
Certainly, if you saw Bangsa Myoshin dead, it seemed like he died in a strange way, as if he was covered in something.
but,
‘Is it easy to believe?’
The great lady was not a petty woman.
Gochan, who was thinking about not talking about it, soon spoke cautiously.
“Confucius…If you try to deceive someone clumsily, you might arouse suspicion.”
“Are you clumsy?”
“It was truly a coincidence, but if we say that we showed up at the perfect moment and saved Master Zhang, there is no way the Great Lady would easily be convinced. Moreover, this radiologist was hired by him, so even more so….”
“okay. “It should look more plausible.”
-Sigh!
At that time, Mok Gyeong-un grabbed the sword soldier upside down.
While I was wondering what he was going to do, he suddenly brought the tip of the sword to my thigh.
“Oh, Confucius? “What are you going to do now?”
“It has to look plausible. “This should be enough.”
“Now….wait…..”
It was before I could even stop him.
-Poof!
The sharp sword pierced Mo Kyung-un’s thigh.
‘!!!!!’
Gochan’s expression hardened at this sight.
Not just pinching, but stabbing one’s own thigh with the sword, without the slightest hesitation?
What’s even more absurd is that it must have been painful, but I didn’t even groan.
No, there was no change in facial expression.
‘Oh, it doesn’t even hurt?’
Even he would have gritted his teeth and frowned if he wanted to endure the pain.
But this guy’s expression showed little change, as if he wasn’t feeling any pain.
‘Poisonous guy……’
I really had no choice but to hold my tongue.
Although it is surprising that he stabs his own thigh without hesitation, even though it is said to avoid suspicion, it is truly poisonous in itself.
“There’s no need to go this far…”
“Because this is the most effective.”
“I will stop the bleeding!”
“no. “I need to lose a little more blood to make my complexion look a little pale.”
“……..”
I’m getting more and more scared of this guy.
‘You should never make an enemy of this crazy guy…’
-bang!
At that moment, the door burst open and someone came inside.
Gochan was startled when he saw him.
“Head of my house?”
The middle-aged man with the scar under his left eye was none other than Jang Myeong-in, the head of the house.
Actually, it wasn’t surprising.
Since he was in charge of the security of the main building, he was supposed to be stationed here from the beginning.
Rather, the fact that he was away was even more strange.
-visor!
At that time, the head of the house, Jang Myeong-in, pulled a sword from his belt and pointed it at them.
“What have you done?”
Guard Gochan waved his hand at his words.
“My lord. It’s a misunderstanding. Confucius and I…”
It was before he could even make an excuse.
“Well….Before that, Lord Jang….”
-thud!
‘!?’
Mok Gyeong-un tilts and falls down next to him.
Guard Gochan, looking at that scene, was momentarily at a loss for words.
Are you really pretending to faint just now?
You also said it as if you were asking Jangju to take care of Jangju before your own safety?
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