Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 148

Published at 6th of May 2023 06:16:08 AM

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Chapter 148 -  Will you become a twelve horseman?

Towards the end of the conversation, Yang So-ran asked in passing.

“By the way, Dangju-nim, what does it mean when Lee Cho-ryang and Baek-san died and turned into demon dragons and thunder gods?”

The famous religious 12 horsemen have already killed at least a dozen monks.

Because they gained power in such an evil way, they were sensitive to post-mortem changes. It's because they don't know what the consequences of what they've done to bring the members of the underworld will come.

Musan Nangrang and Lee Mae-hwa sent out a good wind in Gwirang-do, and then said quietly.

“There are strange rumors about the Twelve Horsemen lately. Did you say that the Twelve Horses die and turn into monsters? I thought it was nonsense, but it seems there is something. There will be a meeting of the Baekduma forces soon, so I'll have to find out more about it then.”

"ah! I heard too. They say it’s a fairly well-known story among merchants.”

“To think such words were circulating in the mouths of merchants who had nothing to do with Moorim. Anything special?”

“Because they are wandering around the world, they must have picked up this and that. By the way, you said you were going to meet in Wuhan next month, right? I hope that the truth of the bizarre rumors will be revealed at this meeting.”

“Don't worry too much. Maybe it's the stupidity of the village worms.”

“I think so too.”

A bitter smile appeared on Yang So-ran's lips.

There are various magical arts in the world.

The reason why the world is afraid of magic gong is that its power is great, but the process of learning it is cruel.

Soaking yourself in the blood of a brother or sister, eating a person's heart, and so on.

All of the forbidden magic arts must be learned in a terrible way.

I thought the Twelve Horsemen of the famous church was one of those things.

'But a demon dragon and a  thunder god... … .’

It's good to say that it's a demon dragon and a thunder god, but that's just a monster.

If you think, 'There might be such a monster inside your body', your appetite runs away.

After coming out of Dangju's office, Yang So-ran headed to the inn to pack her travel bag.

As I was busily crossing the garden, I heard the sound of burning gold in the distance.

She turned her head slightly toward her lodging.

Cruise ships floating around Soho with colorful lanterns caught her eye.

As she is watching people who are indulging in entertainment late into the night, Baeksan comes to mind.

He was a very strict person to himself.

Among the infertile diners, only he abstained from alcohol and sex.

Do people become stars when they die?

Suddenly, Yang So-ran looked up at the night sky.

'Did he his meet her wife and her son as I wished?'

But the sky she saw in her eyes was only dark.

"ha!"

A sigh escaped Yang So-ran's mouth.

It would have eased her mind if she had only heard that she was dead.

She suddenly turned into a god of thunder. It's uncomfortable, as if something got caught on the tip of her stomach.

'Couldn't he be suffering until death?'

I hope not.

Even for his own future.

As if to ridicule her thoughts, the laughter of her courtesan came from afar.

Ha Nam.

speech.

The famous Wolha Church.

late night.

Wolha Seonja, the owner of Wolha Church, left his place.

The attendants who had been waiting in her separate quarters quietly followed her.

The gaze of the Wolhaseonja, who was walking leisurely as if taking a walk, turned to the palace in the corner.

The signboard called Janggyeonggak (藏經閣) glistened in the moonlight.

It is a palace that stores the few scriptures of famous religions, as well as the scriptures of Buddhism and Taoism.

As we approached the Janggyeonggak, a faint light streamed out.

She smiled as if she knew that, and the Moon Disembarker entered Janggyeonggak.

A middle-aged woman with her lantern lit is indulging in her reading comprehension.

She was a white rice wine.

She didn't know who had entered and she was reading a famous religious scripture.

“Okay, is there any progress?”

Baek Mi-joo was startled by the voice of the Wolhaseonja and stood up from her seat.

“My lord.”

"Okay. Sit back.”

When the Wolhaseonja's permission was given, Baek Mi-joo sat down again.

“What are you reading right now?”

“This is the Covenant.”

“I know you read that a long time ago, right?”

“The more I read, the more new the meaning is.”

“It’s great.”

The moon landing was sincerely admired.

I thought she was just a greedy woman, but what she went through made her convert to a famous religion.

Others are only interested in the psychic powers of famous religions, but Baek Mi-ju did not. She was sincerely relying on the famous religious doctrine.

No one told her to, but she lived in Janggyeonggak.

She never thought she would change like this when she came to visit me a few months ago.

About a month ago she asked her to be her twelve horses and she asked for a little time. And she read the sutras at Janggyeonggak every single day.

Now it's to the point where you think she knows more about the famous religion than she does.

Moon Disembarker, who was watching her white rice wine, asked.

“Did you need more time?”

“… … .”

Baek Mi-joo did not immediately answer.

He is hesitant because he knows the meaning of the Twelve Horses better than anyone else. Killing her monk was not easy for her, who grew up in a sectarian samurai family.

“Did you know that Baekgajang was burned down?”

"yes?"

“Oh, it seems you haven’t heard the news yet. About two months ago, Baekjiajang was burned by bandits. Your father Baek Seung-ho also died that day. After that incident, the head of the Yang family voluntarily closed the door. The Baekgajang and the Yanggajang are gone.”

“… … .”

Baek Mi-joo closed her eyes at her distant feeling.

Baekjiajang is still a prestigious family in Jeongju, but I thought it would end like that.

“Come to think of it, even a person who is said to be a rival has a very venomous side. To end my mother’s family like that.”

Baek Mi-joo, who had been listening silently, opened her eyes.

The Moon Disembarker looked at her white rice wine with her meaningful eyes.

“Will she become a bottle of twelve horses? If it's your belief, Baekdumkun won't be difficult.”

“Can you make me a Baekdumkun?”

“Only the leader of Baekduma can decide. that is the doctrine No one can break the church law.”

"okay."

Baek Mi-ju muttered with her limp face.

She knew that even she was no match for a dozen horses.

“Don't be too disappointed. Since the head teacher is the one who sees through people, he will surely make you Baekdu Demon Army. In order to do that, you must first become a soldier of the Twelve Horses... … .”

The Moon Lander slightly blurted the end of his words.

It's because it doesn't look good to keep inviting the twelve horsemen all over the world to the position of the twelve horsemen.

“I can.”

Finally, Baek Mi-joo made up her mind.

That was the only way she could end the tough relationship between the concubine Lee Bu-yong and her son Yeon Jeok-ha.

A bright smile appeared on the moonlighter's face.

Baek Mi-joo is the most ideal among the warriors he has collected.

A proper martial artist who has succeeded in the progress of Baekjijang has sincere faith, so there is no icing on the cake.

Where is that?

Her twisted desire knows no bounds.

He is such a special talent that he would not be ashamed to present in front of the religious leader.

Southern directness.

Jang Ho-jin.

early morning blindness.

I opened the door of the house made of planks and Yeonjeokha came out.

His face darkened as he walked towards the misty riverside.

After Baeksan's death lingered in a corner of his mind, he had another nightmare last night.

A shady mist entered his body with every breath he took.

Suddenly, the fog that came out of Indusa's mouth came to mind, and I felt bad.

He was about to stand at the port for a long time before the day dawned.

The fog in the air dissipated, revealing the surface of the Yangtze River.

On one side he could see the boat he had been on.

Thinking 'I have to ride that and kill someone again' makes my appetite bitter.

If you think about it, just like the twelve horsemen killed the monk, he was also killing the twelve horsemen.

One day, Gucheonnodo Shimtong said, “To become a master, you must become a human butcher.”

Do you feel comfortable when you become a human butcher?

However, he himself is burdened with killing the heinous Twelve Horse soldiers.

It is a little different from Namgungcheon, a blue-woon sword with vengeance, and Namgungyeon, who is passionate about Hwyong.

Not to mention the heartache blunted by murder.

He doesn't think he will be able to do this anymore if he encounters the same twelve horses as Baeksan again.

I walked along the riverside with a frustrated heart.

Then he picked up pebbles and floated the water pit.

Pong. Pong. Pong.

He threw stones nonstop, determined to make it float one more time.

The things that weighed on my heart fell off one by one.

As I was throwing stones with carelessness, I heard a fresh laugh from behind.

“Whoops! I asked where you went, what are you doing here?”

When I turned around, Jin Seol-ha was approaching.

“I am just letting the stone float on the water. Twelve were successful. It doesn't get any better than that.”

"It's gonna be fun. How are you doing?”

Seolha Jin showed interest.

“Well, I need to find a stone that is flat and easy to hold in my hand. Like this.”

Yeonjeokha held out the gravel he was holding in his hand.

"ah! And what?”

“This is how you throw it from as high as possible to the surface of the water.”

Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha threw the stone vigorously.

Pong. Pong. Pong. Pong... … .

The flat gravel floated and sank thirteen times.

"oh! Isn’t it thirteen times?”

"Iknow, right. I’ve been failing since before, but I’m succeeding in front of Jean Sozer.”

“Are you successful because of me?”

Jin Seol-ha smiled and joked.

He only laughed and didn't match the rhythm.

“Can I too?”

Chin Seol-ha approached Yeonjeok-ha, as if she was tired of just watching.

“Is that so?”

He shrugged her shoulders.

She didn't know whether Jin Seol-ha would do well or not, so she answered vaguely.

Namgungcheon, who was looking around her house, asked Namgungyeon.

"It seems like you haven't seen the yeon since before? Do you know where he went?”

“It was like taking a walk along the river.”

"okay? It seems to be tossing and turning for a long time at night. You can wake up late.”

“Are you loading?”

"huh. Shim Noh-bae said that he sometimes seems to have nightmares. You must be softer inside than you look. She's never really met a lot of people.”

“His heart must be heavy about Baeksan.”

“Oops. It makes me feel bad when I think of him too. Will there be more enemies?”

"I am I will look for it.”

“Will you? If possible, please listen to me. We're the only ones he can talk to comfortably. There are many things to take care of, but take care of yourself too.”

At Namgungcheon's words, Namgungyeon nodded her head.

I knew for the first time today that he had nightmares.

Men and women's dorms are different, so it's a part that you won't know unless you tell them.

‘I should have looked a little more… … .’

Blaming himself, Namgung-yeon hurriedly went out to the riverside.

It is not that difficult to find a person in a small port like Jang Ho-jin.

She stood on the spot where her boat was moored and looked out over the river.

Yeon Jeok-ha and Chin Seol-ha were chattering like children and playing water swallows.

Jin Seol-ha's jingling laughter rang in my ears.

Does Namgungcheon know?

That we aren't the only ones the brother can talk about comfortably.

Namgungyeon, who had been watching her for a while, slowly turned around.

She tells him she's supposed to congratulate him on a new friend, but she can't think of the right words. She feels as if her head has been burned white by being struck by lightning.

Chapter end