Episode 81 < The most shabby thing in the world. (1) >
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One.
A rumbling sound flowed through the snowy field.
“What on earth is happening!”
“I lived, I lived… ?”
“Is this Dowongyeong?… ?”
Members of the Demonic Cult. Soldiers of the political faction.
The last thing they remember is their own death. You may remember being bitten by a jiangshi, but you probably don’t remember being turned into a jiangshi. From their perspective, they blink once and several years have passed.
“…….”
There were also people who stayed up for a full three years.
Master stared blankly at the snowy field, unable to believe his own eyes.
“Disciple… .”
“yes. “Master.”
“Did you come from outside the world, not from outside the world?… ? This is definitely not a spell that a mere human can perform. It is a magic that only appears in absurd legends. Or maybe he died and came to Mureungdowon without his knowledge… ?”
“no. no.”
I shook my head.
“Those people can no longer use martial arts like you, Master. Compared to when I was alive, I have become very weak. However, this is not Wuling Island, and these people have memories from when they were alive.”
“…….”
“Go check it out.”
“…….”
“Come on. “Master.”
Sabak.
Master walked. Sabak, Sabak… Light footsteps. It was the sound of the footsteps of a strong man whose Danjeon had been abolished. It was the sound of the footsteps of a warrior who had lost his inner strength. It was the sound of the footsteps of a woman who had only traces of her three-year struggle with illness.
Cheonma.
my teacher
You approached the church members with light footsteps. The church members were trying to figure out the situation somehow.
“Well, first we need to check the current situation. Stay calm! By sending out reconnaissance… !”
“Blood Demon Lord.”
Stop.
The church members flinched. The group of about a dozen demonic cultists fell silent. And they looked at their teacher and their religious leader with unfamiliar eyes.
“My dear Heavenly Father… ?”
Master’s breath became whiter and thicker.
“Blood Demon Lord.”
“…….”
“You really are a blood demon.”
Silence was contagious. At first, it was just silence between about ten people. However, when ten people closed their mouths, dozens of people around them also closed their mouths, and hundreds of people surrounding the dozens of people closed their mouths.
A quiet snowy field.
“Wolyeong Demon Lord… .”
“yes.”
“It’s a demon spirit demon.”
“yes. “Master.”
“Sword Demon… .”
“Please order.”
Master began calling out the names of the church members one by one. The member who was called simply knelt down without asking anything. Crunchy. Crispy. The snow made a sound as his knees stepped on it.
“I have lost you….”
Master stretched out his hand.
“I lost you and lost you again.”
The Master touched the believer’s cheek. He caressed.
“My children… .”
My fingers were shaking. Seeing the leader’s trembling, the demons quickly bowed their heads. Not seeing what they shouldn’t see, that seemed to be their loyalty. All 1,000 church members turned their gaze to the floor.
Of course, it wasn’t just the demons who were shocked.
“…Uh huh.”
The old monk stroked his beard.
“The Hinayana must have laid a grave in a cave and crossed the river. When I close my eyes, there is no other side, no end, just a snowy field… .”
“Time, Taengjung!”
“… And there is also one basket mixed up. Uh huh. Is it possible to have fun with living beings even when I close my eyes? “What does Buddha want from Hinayana?”
“Seeing as you’re just talking nonsense, you’re really in trouble!”
The Murim lord ran and hugged the old monk. I guessed who that old monk was. The one who lasted the longest, excluding the teacher and the Murim Lord. He must be the head monk of Shaolin Temple.
“You came back alive! “This guy came back alive!”
“The Hinayana is not your friend.”
“iced coffee! “The Jade Emperor has definitely given us a miracle!”
“It’s called dog grass eating.”
It meant that they were eating grass.
“Do not pollute the Hinayana’s ears, sentient being. In the first place, I didn’t fall for your trick and fight against the Sima Islanders. “It would have been better to die quietly at a temple.”
“iced coffee! As soon as I see it, my joy cools down. This is indeed the person I know! “I want to give you a piece of bamboo!”
The powerful members of the Demonic Cult were quiet, while the martial artists of the Righteous Sect were noisy.
They were sharing this reunion in their own way.
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Time passed.
“…….”
The first person to turn his head and look at me was Master. A look passed between Master and I. Silent colored eyes. My heart was in his eyes. My heart was being rubbed and engraved on her heart.
“……The main seat.”
Master opened his lips.
He opened his lips and spoke to the Murim Lord.
“The principal is So Baek-hyang, leader of the Demonic Cult.”
The Murim lord, who was chatting with his political faction colleagues, stopped. The Murim Lord dropped his comrades from his arms and looked back at his teacher from a distance. Master took the gun.
“Every thousand.”
“Today, this may be a blind man’s one night’s illusion.”
It was midday.
“It’s okay if I’m just a sick person who sleeps.”
The snow on the snowfield was not an eternal snow because it did not melt in the sun, but it was a permanent snow because even after it melted, it constantly fell and covered with new snow.
“It’s okay if the world of magic is just a dream that passed away in your sleep. Life originally belongs to people who decided to suffer from the same disease, and the world originally belongs to people who decided to dream the same dream.”
Humans who continuously want to be white under the blazing sunlight, so just wishing to be born white was not enough. Spread white endlessly in the world. He had to be prepared to be torn to pieces, broken, and scattered endlessly.
“I have not yet forgotten the name of the disease I was trying to suffer from. I have not yet lost the temperature of the dream I decided to dream. Therefore, I have not yet let go of any person, and I have not let go of any world. Baraya! “It is not the name of martial arts, but the name of disease, that proves my position, and not the power of internal energy, but the temperature of dreams, that proves me.”
The sound of falling snow.
“I am right here, and I will only be me as long as I stay here.”
With the sound of melting and falling again.
“I am the main seat.”
Master muttered a declaration of war.
“This is the 990th prayer request.”
The son-in-law was quiet.
The noisy Jeongpa Murim has suddenly become quiet.
They were the last small and large groups of the martial arts group. They were the ones who came to fight, thinking it would be the last time.
How dare you act rashly?
If the words you choose at the last moment of your life are a will, now they wanted to say the will of Jeongpa Murim.
And the white people looked to the person who would represent the political faction’s will.
“Murim lord. “Namgung family.”
The old man took the gun.
“Head of the Taesang family. Namgoong Woon. “It’s Buwol Line.”
A thousand magic swords and a thousand white swords faced each other.
“You demonic religions have made the cries of the common people their doctrine. Screams became revenge, and revenge became bloodshed, turning the world red. Blood thirsty vengeful demons! “The heavens and the earth have turned red, but you still act like you are the weak.”
The one who rose to the rank of leader in the martial arts world established a boundary between the demonic and white domains with the voice of Ilshin.
“You cry endlessly and grab the hem of the Heavenly Demon’s clothes. They beg you to take their place, to take care of their problems on their behalf. “As long as you hold on to your sleeves, you are said to be a weak commoner and a sad people!”
The old leader roared.
“Go! You too should have feet and hands, but how long will you remain complacent in the evil ghosts of the past? Hwa-eom (華嚴) said that if even a tree wants to bear fruit, it must throw away its flowers. What about you? “I am a flower seller in a flower garden who makes a living using your pain!”
The group of demonic cults growled at that incident.
The church members held the hilt of their swords tightly. The poison rose and the murderous spirit bloomed. In opposition to him, the warriors of the political faction also began to clash with each other.
Neither side would have any strength, but the air in the snowy field became harsh.
“Good.”
Master raised the corners of his mouth.
“I understand that you are saying that you will accept Bimu.”
“No problem.”
“Is it a matter of life or death?”
“It’s a matter of life and death.”
“Don’t accept it.”
The two warriors released their guns.
Slurp!
At the same time, a thousand magic swords and a thousand white swords drew their swords. It was midday. The blades, which were about 2,000 inches long, shined brightly in the sun.
“Children of Macheon!”
Master clenched his fists.
“You can regard today’s events as nothing more than a dream and a hallucination!”
“Baraya!”
A thousand church members shouted in unison.
“You can call us a pipe dream!”
“Baraya!”
“Then shouldn’t you live like a dream?”
“Agabaraya!”
“Our hearts are like candles!”
“I will burn this place!”
“Under the magic world!”
“Self-reliance on the people!”
Master burst out laughing.
“Kill!”
The war has begun.
A thousand church members ran, howling like animals. There was no mysterious walking method. There were no strange magic tricks. They attacked like animals and bitten like animals. It was a temple according to their doctrine.
“You bastards! I am the first rank of the Sima Army of our school, the Wolyeong Demon Army! Receive my sword son-in-law!”
Demonic religion’s city leadership.
Great Lord.
Wolyeong Demon Lord.
“I am Hyeongongjinin, a long line of shamans! I have no shortage of opponents!”
Shamanist faction.
Jangmun-in (掌門人).
Hyeongongjinin玄空眞人.
The two people clashed while shouting goodbye. The only thing they were polite about was Tongseongmyeong. The fight was extremely barbaric.
“Hyaap!!”
Wolyeong Demon Army stamped Hyeongong Jinin’s face with the hilt of his sword. puck! teeth. Blood. White fragments flew out and red liquid splashed out.
“Oooooh!”
Hyeon Gong Jin-in cried, showing his broken teeth. Then he raised his fingertips and stabbed Demon Lord Wolyeong in the eyes. Sigh! Exploding sound, “Hahaha!” The Wolyeong demon army was covered with laughter. The Daoin’s howls and the Majin’s laughter were intertwined.
Another black and white color buried the two figures.
“Sama-kun. First place. I’m a ghost. “I will take your head off.”
Demonic cult memorial service. Demonic cult memorial service.
Great Lord.
Ghost Flame Demon.
“Namu Amitabha Buddha. “They say it’s lighting.”
Shaolin Temple.
Bang Jang-seung.
Zen master Jo Myeong-myeong.
“As a virtue of being the top of the Sima Army, I will yield three counts to Master Pang.”
“Don’t forget your respect for Buddhists!”
Master Myeong-myeong immediately attacked the demon demon’s words. He wrapped a prayer beads around his fist and swung it. Yeomma, the ghost who said she would give up three moves, immediately bent and straightened her body and headbutted Master Myeong in the stomach. “Ugh!” Master Lighting, who let out his groans, let out a laugh.
“I heard you’ll give up three moves?”
“Did you believe that?”
“Did it seem like you believed it?”
“yes.” The sound of blood flowing was interspersed. “It looked like that.”
The Ghost Demon fluttered down on his knees. His nose bone was broken after a powerful headbutt. At the moment of being headbutted, Master Jo Myeong took the picture with his knee as if he had expected. Master Myeong-myeong stroked his beard happily as he looked at Demon Demon, whose entire face was stained with nosebleeds.
“So Seung’s acting skills haven’t rusted.”
“It’s like this damn Doljung…” … ”
“Take the remaining two moves!”
Seon Myeong grabbed hold of both ears of the Ghost Demon Demon and attempted to strike him repeatedly with his knees. Demon Spirit Enma placed his forehead on her knee upside down. thud… … ! The sound of the skull breaking cartilage, “Khuhuhuhu!” Master Light grabbed his knees and jumped up.
“Hahahaha! These guys, these! Since they can’t use their inner skills, they’re a bunch of city administration thugs! The article below shows this skill! Good! “Today is truly an auspicious day as the bare faces of the Baekdo bastards are exposed to the world!”
Demonic Cult Slaughter Squad.
Great Lord.
Sword Demon.
“… … “It’s vulgar, it’s vulgar.”
Huashan wave.
Elder.
Nanhwamangeom 亂花萬劍.
The two swordsmen clashed their swords. Kang! As soon as the swords collide once, “Boo!” “Ugh!” Both of them screamed at the same time and grabbed each other’s hands. Neither of them could handle the shock caused by the clash of swords.
But neither of them let go of their swords.
The Sword Demon showed his teeth and smiled.
“f*ck… … “Don’t be too stubborn and just let it go, right?”
Nanhwamangeom gritted his teeth and answered.
“That’s what you have to say… … ”
The two made eye contact and clashed swords again. Kang! A muffled scream, Kang! The sound of swallowing empty air, kkang! Trembling hands and shoulders. Blood flowed from both of their torn hands. The blood that flowed from my clenched lips and the blood that flowed from my hands mixed together.
But as expected, neither of them let go of their swords.
The white uniform fluttered. The black coat shook. The sun shone down and there was shadow. Between the sun and the shadows, the righteous faction and the demonic religion clashed. Blood burst out.
“Demon world! “I am independent of the people!”
“Aaaah! die! die!”
“You bastards of Moyong, come out now!”
A world where only color remains.
What was vividly flowing there was not fancy martial arts.
It was only human red blood.
“Huh, haha… . Hahaha.”
A particularly red laugh burst out within it.
“Hahaha! hot! Ha, ahahaha!”
It was truly a mad laugh.
“There are a lot of white people!”
Master was shouting.
“Feel so good. Come on! “Let’s share the sword!”
A black shadow flew among the warriors of the political faction. The sun seemed to rise and set at dozens of times the speed. A woman who had suffered from an illness for three years without any martial arts, her body movements showing that she was just that, but she stood out among the warriors who were equally unable to use martial arts.
“It’s ridiculous!”
Master laughed.
“Bangjang of Shaolin. Do you really think you could stop the throne with a trick like that? It’s the shaman’s Malkodosa. “Do you think you would dare to take on this school’s work?”
It was a familiar word to me,
“Grief overflowed throughout the world and Songshan was submerged! A grudge burns on heaven and earth, burning Mount Wudang! The Demon Cult is the sky of the martial arts world, and this throne is the sky of the Demon Cult! “Are you qualified to discuss heaven and earth?”
The words were unfamiliar to the Master himself.
“You can’t do this! “Baekdo’s henchmen!”
Master cried.
“Namgoongun!”
Master shouted through the sound of swords clashing with swords and flesh clashing with flesh.
“Where is Namgoongun!”
Ahaha, Master laughed out loud,
“Call the head of the Nangung family, Taesang! Let the Murim Lord become a commander! No matter how dense the forest is and how vast the sky is, there is only one person in this world who can receive my sword! Lord Sima! “Bring Namgoongun to the throne room immediately!”
The sound of laughter was red and ecstatic.
“hmm.”
The old man walked step by step into a world that was becoming increasingly red.
“It reminds me of the first day the war began.”
The Murim lord was topless. cold winter. It would have been cold as it had no internal strength, but the Murim lord instead used it as a weapon. His muscles, as dry as his bones, hardened.
“Because we couldn’t decide on that day, the match continued until the second day. I couldn’t finish it on the second day, so it was postponed to the third day. I ended up putting on the wrong button on the first day! “If I think about it now, I should have given my all from the beginning.”
Phew,
The Murim Lord took a deep breath.
Then he took a stance and waved his hands.
“Go for it. Madhu. “Today, heaven’s luck is with me.”
Murim Alliance.
Lord and lord.
Buwolseon 洋鉞仙.
“It’s heavenly luck. Feel so good.”
Sabak,
Master stepped on the snow.
“Today’s heavenly luck will only be your fate.”
Demonic religion.
Religious leader.
Heavenly Demon.
“…….”
“…….”
One breath,
The two people glared at each other.
half breath,
The two people walked closer.
When your breathing is mixed,
The two people bumped into each other with hand gestures.
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white,
There was a lot of snow.
“——.”
black,
Hair was flying.
Hong 紅.
Blood splattered.
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