<-- Episode 334: Chapter 3 A new wind blows from the west (3) -->
In the deepest part of Unjungcheon, there is a pavilion called Hwaungak. Hwaungak, built in the middle of a large artificial pond, boasted a truly picturesque scenery.
Although it was approaching early winter outside, all kinds of plants were in full bloom around Hwaungak. As such, it was a place that was managed with special care in Unjungcheon.
Three men were sitting in Hwaungak.
A monk with a gray beard full of wrinkles, an old man with a hooked nose wearing a red robe, and finally, an elderly man with a huge body as tall as seven feet and exuding tremendous spirit. These people, all of whom exuded a formidable presence, were the three of the Five Zones who entered Unjungcheon.
Bulyeongsinseung, Simmuoe, and Damjeoksim. It was very unusual for them, who had rarely been seen in the world, to come together in one place. I don’t know if that’s why, but their mood was calm.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
The priest Bulyeong lowered his eyes and repeatedly rolled the prayer beads in his hand. Dam Jeok-sim looked at the sight of the Buddha Buddha indifferently.
The first to break the silence was Sim Mu-oe.
“Has it been three years since we gathered like this? “It’s not been a long time, but a lot has changed.”
“Meanwhile, four, no, five people have disappeared.”
Damjeoksim’s voice as he answered calmed down.
It was a meeting place for the nine heavens. But four of them are dead or retired, and the whereabouts of one are unknown. It was a meeting so shabby that the word legendary was meaningless.
“It’s shabby. “It doesn’t fit the word ‘sky.’”
“Amitabha Buddha! “I don’t know if this is a natural result.”
“consequent?”
“It is a natural law of the world that you receive what you do. “We have enjoyed so much during this time.”
“So you mean retribution? You’re just talking nonsense, Dingjung. “I don’t know about anyone else, but do you know that it’s not appropriate for Taengjung to talk like that?”
Damjeoksim’s bitter voice pierced Bulyeong Shinseung’s ears. Nevertheless, Buryeong Shinseung could not make any excuses.
‘Amitabha Buddha! ‘Amitabha!’
His mind was filled with only anguish.
Until Bulyeong Shinseung received ordination, Shaolin monks rarely participated in worldly affairs. Although he expanded his influence through his lay disciples, he rarely moved his headquarters.
However, everything changed as Buryeong Shinseung gradually rose to prominence in Shaolin and gained fame in the world. The Shaolin Temple fully supported the Buryeong monks, and the Bulyeong monks, with Shaolin on their backs, actively intervened in worldly affairs.
In his youth, Monk Bulyeong Shin was more ambitious than anyone else and had great ambition, so the word monk did not suit him.
At that time, Bulyeong Shinseung punished evil with the feeling, ‘If not me, who will go to hell?’ Therefore, in his youth, he was given the unpleasant nickname of Paedo Monk (覇道僧).
He elevated the reputation of Shaolin by punishing numerous evildoers while admiring Gangho with the nickname of Paedo Monk. And during those days, he met Moyong Yulcheon.
In his youth, Mo Yong Yul-cheon was more ambitious than anyone else. He stimulated Bulyeong Shinseung. In the end, Buryeong Shinseung fell for Mo Yong Yul-cheon’s provocation and competed.
The result was his crushing defeat. The defeat came as a great shock to him, who thought that there was no one in the world who had succeeded in numerous Buddhist temples in the Shaolin Temple.
A wall that can never be overcome.
That was the miserable feeling that Buryeong Shinseung felt from Mo Yong Yul-cheon at that time. Since it seemed like he would never be able to overcome it, Buryeong Shinseung joined hands with Moyong Yulcheon. In the end, it ended up being the worst decision of his life.
After that, I spent much of my life with Moyong Yulcheon. He was with him even when Unjungcheon expanded his power and dismantled Bukcheonmun. Because I thought it was natural at the time.
I thought that those with power should intervene in history. So he believed that he should guide the ignorant and blind to the right path.
He never once doubted his faith. Until that day three years ago.
Aside from Mo Yong Yul-cheon, the person he felt most threatened by was Jin Mu-won’s father, Jin Gwan-ho.
Jin Gwan-ho of the North Wall had a belief that he had lost a long time ago. A strong belief in yourself and the ability to take action. And even the recklessness of never backing down from a decision.
Jin Gwan-ho’s appearance like that made Bulyeong Shinseung angry. He thought he shouldn’t do that, but contrary to his cool-headed reasoning, his brain was so hot as if it had been in a furnace that he couldn’t make a sound decision.
So, I agreed with Moyong Yulcheon’s opinion. He cut off support for Bukcheonmun and created evidence that he had a secret relationship with Milya. So Jin Gwan-ho committed suicide.
Thinking about it now, it makes no sense, but at the time, there was no question about his actions. Maybe it was because he thought it was something he had to do to protect the world.
In this way, he lived his life intoxicated with his own sense of justice. But then one day, an epiphany suddenly came to me. A small realization that is nothing special. That’s how I learned about Buryeong Shinseung. His own situation, why he lived the way he did.
‘Heart demon, it was definitely a heart demon.’
It was a contradiction in itself that Buryeong Shinseung, who had learned Buddhist martial arts and mental techniques, fell into mental demons. Martial arts in the Buddhist literature require stronger mental study than any other martial arts in the world.
After much patience, Buryeong Shinseung found out the reason.
‘Moyong Yulcheon threw the seed of Simma to me the moment I first met him. He understood my hidden desires through a few words of conversation and gently touched me.’
When I think about it now, it was an incredibly creepy thing. With just a few words, he brought out the latent desires in the minds of high monks like Bulyeong Shinseung and made them agree with him. His spirit of attracting Bulyeong Shinseung to his side in a way that ordinary humans could not even dare to imagine was truly amazing.
Buryeong Shinseung, who had broken through his mental state, was once again overcome with agony. He also entered the hellish world created by Mo Yong-Yul-cheon. No, it contributed to it and made it even more hellish.
When I realized that fact, I wanted to kill myself. But I couldn’t. Dying is very easy, but it is also very irresponsible. If he helped create hell, he had to fix it too.
Buryeong Shinseung thought so. That was why he came here.
“What are you thinking like that?”
Damjeoksim’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.
When he raised his head, Damjeoksim was looking at him with cool eyes. The look in his eyes that did not contain any emotion was enough to make Bulyeong Shinseung’s heart feel cold.
“Amitabha Buddha! “Nothing.”
“Now that I think about it, it seems like his eyes have changed. “I remember it was quite murky in the past.”
“Amitabha Buddha!”
“hmm!”
An interesting smile appeared on Dam Jeoksim’s lips for the first time. It was the first human emotion I had seen since coming here.
“You’ve changed. surely!”
“Maybe so.”
“Congratulations, Dingjung.”
“What do you mean?”
“You also have a bad taste for asking others what you know best.”
Damjeoksim closed his eyes after saying those words. Seeing this, Buryeong Shinseung sighed softly.
I thought I had woken up from my mental state, but it felt like I was still trapped in a delusion.
At that time, someone walked through the bridge of Hwaungak. At the sound of clothes scraping against the floor, all three people’s eyes turned to the bridge.
there he was A man named Moyong Yulcheon. He was coming towards the three people.
At that moment, Bulyoung Shinseung swallowed his dry saliva. My heart was pounding like crazy, and blood from all over my body was rushing through my veins several times faster than usual. The whole world seemed to be red.
The moment I saw Moyong Yulcheon, I realized it. Even if he wakes up from his dream, he knows that he will never be able to escape it.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
“It’s been a while, everyone.”
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Mo Yong Yul-cheon smiled and sat down at the empty head table. He looked very clean as he took off the military robe he wore in the military and put on the blue robe.
Just by looking at his appearance, no one would dare guess that he is a fearsome being who actually dominates the Tang Jin powerhouse. However, the three absolute warriors gathered here knew very well how terrifying he was.
Although they didn’t say anything, both Dam Jeok-sim and Sim Mu-wae had previously been visited by Mo Yong-yul-cheon. The result was their crushing defeat. After that, I tried again several times, but the result was the same.
After that, they stopped challenging Moyong Yulcheon and agreed with him. However, this did not mean that the fighting spirit latent in their hearts completely disappeared.
Moyong Yulcheon looked at them with a calm expression and said.
“I don’t know if you had a hard time coming that long way.”
“There is a big change happening in the river, so I don’t think we have to endure that kind of trouble.”
The person who answered was Sim Mu-oe.
At that moment, Moyong Yulcheon’s eyes were bent into a half-moon shape. He is smiling.
“okay! A big change is happening. Did you say that the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes out the front wave? It seems that such a moment has arrived in the era in which we live. unfortunately!”
Many meanings were implied in Moyong Yulcheon’s words. Among those present, there was no one who did not know the hidden meaning behind his words.
Moyong Yulcheon’s eyes turned towards Sim Muoe.
“I heard your son is dead.”
“Ugh!”
“He was a promising young man, but it’s a shame. Losing Cheokma and Daeju is a huge loss for Unjungcheon. My condolences.”
“Stop saying white things. “I don’t think I called you just to say something like that.”
“Of course.”
Even though Simmu and others raised their voices, Moyong Yulcheon did not erase his smile. He never got excited under any circumstances.
This time Damjeoksim opened his mouth.
“Is that why?”
“that?”
“I mean the North Sword.”
“Of course, ‘him’ is included. But that’s only part of it. “We need to discuss the situation a little more comprehensively.”
“Comprehensive situation?”
“That’s right. For example, it is about creating a new version of the Tanggeum powerhouse.”
“Mmm!”
Damjeoksim’s eyes were shaking.
I had already guessed it before coming here, but when I actually heard the answer from Mo Yong Yul-cheon’s mouth, the weight I felt was different.
“The war with Milya is not over yet. But you’re telling me they’re already making a new plan? “It’s impossible.”
“I know.”
“But why?”
“Because it would be too late to do it after the war with Milya is over.”
“hmm!”
“The descendants of the North Wall are coming up with a scary attack. His reputation already surpasses those of us gathered here. Everyone knows this. “Reputation in the Gangho is power.”
Fame calls to people, and people come together to become strength. That’s how a clan is born and grows. It’s difficult to settle down in one area, so once you do, you’re bound to start expanding.
“I’m sure he’s also cultivating his own sect somewhere.”
“then?”
“okay! North Heavenly Gate. “Jay’s North Heavenly Gate must be blooming like poisonous mushrooms somewhere.”
The atmosphere in the hall became cold at Moyong Yulcheon’s remarks.
Dam Jeoksim and Sim Muoe held their breath. Buryeong Shinseung closed his eyes and continued to recite ‘Amitabha Buddha’.
“This is not the end of the problem.”
“What’s the problem again?”
“Freshwater spring.”
“Thousands?”
This time, Damjeoksim’s brow twitched.
“That child is also a person of interest. Everyone probably knows well that the child retired as a member of the Changryong Sword Emperor. “More than anything, the kid made an interesting suggestion.”
“what?”
“Would you like to read it?”
Mo Yong Yul-cheon took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Dam Jeok-sim. Dam Jeok-sim’s expression changed as he read the letter without thinking. This is because the content written in the letter was shocking.
“What is this?”
“Isn’t this a really interesting proposal?”
“… … .”
“You raised a son really well. They say there is no such thing as a fortune teller. He raised a fierce dragon. “I really envy you.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Isn’t it time to give wings to the fierce dragon?”
Dam Jeok-sim’s eyes trembled at Mo Yong Yul-cheon’s words.
Emperor Changcheon Damsucheon was his third son. But even though he was a child, he had a very distant relationship with him.
Unlike his first and second sons, Damsucheon was the child of his second wife. Dam Jeoksim did not pay much attention to Damsucheon.
He only focused on his first and second successors, who would be his successors. Meanwhile, the fresh water stream was flowing out.
His current fame and power were achieved solely by him. There was no room for Damyeoksim to intervene there. Therefore, even though he was a child, he became an extremely difficult being.
This time, Moyong Yulcheon’s gaze was directed at Buryeongsinseung.
“Hasn’t the Shaolin Temple rested for too long?”
“what?”
“I heard that the newly selected Hundred and Eight Arhats are very useful.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Didn’t I already tell you? “We need to create a new plan for the Tanggeum powerhouse.”
“that?”
“You don’t want to be pushed by the waves behind the Yangtze River anymore, do you?”
The smile on Moyong Yulcheon’s lips became deeper.
Buryeong Shinseung’s tightly clenched fist trembled. Moyong Yulcheon’s whispers rekindled the embers of Simma latent in his heart.
“Jay’s North Heaven Gate is definitely growing like poisonous mushrooms. “We have to dry that seed.”
“Aren’t you at war with Hana Milya? “There is not enough power to siphon off electricity from Unjungcheon.”
“Hehe!”
Moyong Yulcheon smiled ominously. At that, Buryeongsinseung, Simmuoe, and Damjeoksim became nervous. Because I know that when he smiles like that, something beyond imagination happens.
Moyong Yulcheon continued.
“If we were to simply look at Unjungcheon’s power, wouldn’t that be the case? “But isn’t Unjungcheon our real strength?”
“That means… … .”
“Please give just a little bit of your hidden power. “Our family will also present Cheondokjeon (天毒殿) as soon as the Northern Heavenly Gate is confirmed.”
At that moment, everyone’s faces convulsed.
Bulyeongshinseung asked.
“Amitabha Buddha! Are you planning to stain the world with blood?”
“It’s nothing new, is it? “Because that’s what we do.”
Moyong Yulcheon laughed.
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