Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 294

Published at 9th of May 2023 06:36:29 PM

"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus

Chapter 294 - Mother, union and offering are different.

Recently,elder Jang Mu-deok and Kunlun Sam-seon quickly became close.

For Jang Moo-deok, who was immersed in life's futility, Kunlun Sam-seon, who was similar in age, was a good companion.

It is the same with Kunlun Samseon.

Jang Moo-deok's advice was a great help to them who were dark in their Kangho situation.

Taeryeong, who was watching the commotion, carefully asked.

“Zhang Dahyeop, are the Twelve Demons originally like that?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I think his words and actions are light compared to his fame.”

“That is not true. The Twelve Demons are the Madou who dominate the world. It's in front of the practitioner, so I'm just saving myself.”

“That’s not just , it’s almost a different species… … .”

“Since I have committed sins, I shouldn’t be doing it any more. It is said that Pacheon Mgun also said that after Heuksu-seon was born, he would not take a woman forcibly. This time, it seems that the ghosts have overreacted.”

“Excessive demand?”

“Since he forcibly raped a woman, he said he didn’t know how the Demon Lord would turn out. Don't you know if it was before? Now, Pacheon Demon-kun has changed a lot too.”

“Would a senior practitioner really kill ghosts?”

“I don’t know.”

Jang Moo-duk was also curious about it.

He had a vicious hand with a rival, but he wasn't someone who would kill easily. But looking at what he's done to those two, it's hard to say no.

“you wants to kill me, and his hand is on the hilt? You want to try it with me?”

At Yeonjeokha's words, Gwiyeongjkun hurriedly shook his head.

"no. It's just a habit.”

Even as he said that, Ghost Hunter's hand was resting near the handle of the sword.

If the need arises, he is ready to kick the sword.

“That’s a bad hand habit. If you want to die, you have to stretch your neck, don't you?”

Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha took a step closer to Gwiyoungja.

The ghost reflexively took a step back.

“Where are you going? I want you to kill me.”

'Sir, it's done.'

The ghost's face was distorted.

He thought he would compromise if he went strong, but he was ready to kill his colleague.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind.

The last thing he came up with was the 'decision between life and death' that he had on his lips like a habit.

'Should I try it?'

His eyes flashed.

In fact, he has never seen Yeon Jeok-ha's inaction.

Although the Yin Feng Myogun was defeated by Yeon Jeok He, the Yin Feng Myogun was under him.

Killing the Twelve Horsemen was something even magicians could do if they had a proper law.

Somehow, he didn't think he was going to break one-sidedly with him.

That's the moment he thought 'it's worth a try'.

Hyuk Mu-chun, the town of Shisan, jumped up with a white face, hit his head on the ground, and shouted.

"Oh my! Gun Patrol! Be generous!”

"what? Why are you so soggy... … .”

Before Yeon Jeok-ha's words were finished.

Gwiyoungjkun, who was looking for an opportunity, finally drew his sword and cut his lower half.

Shugak-.

Everyone who was watching thought that a jeok-ha had been attacked.

It was because I didn't know that the Ghost Army, who asked to be killed, would make a brazen surprise attack.

However, Ghost Army's sword cut through the air in vain.

His body flew backwards - as if someone pulled him from behind.

Seeing that both hands were attached to his sides, it seemed that he had unwittingly opened his secret alms.

The Paljuryeong was glimpsed through the gap in the top cut off at the tip of the sword.

“Fuck! It's a surprise!"

With a curse, he hurriedly groped for his chest.

I could feel his scar, which was vertically long in the middle of his arm.

It seems that the bones were not cut, but the Paljuryeong made a strange sound as it was scratched.

Even though his sword missed, Gwi Yeong-ja did not follow Yeonjeok-ha.

This is because the distance between him and himself has spread as much as 15 meters.

'crazy! What kind of step is that?'

Looking at the distance that had spread in an instant, it was a speed that could be called heterogeneous.

In any case, the Yeonhwan attack is over the water.

Gwiyoungjkun pointed at the jeok-ha with the tip of his sword and said.

“Like! You insulted me, the chief disciple and watchman of the head of the household. That is tantamount to scorning the head of the household. Since then, the Twelve Demons... … .”

“Damn it!”

After Gwi Youngjkun stopped talking, Yeonjeokha ran forward.

Subsequently, the swords of Yeonjeokha and Gwiyeongjkun were quickly intertwined.

Chchchch.

Youngjkun frantically removed the sword that came like a typhoon.

He was so quick and ruthless that he had no time to think.

Zeng-.

With a loud sound, Ghost Warrior's body was pushed back three or four steps.

The ghost shook his shoulders and exhaled vigorously.

“Hey!”

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my hand, and when I looked down, it was torn.

I thought the power of the sword under the jeok-ha was strong, but I didn't expect it to be this much!

Before he could catch his breath, Yeonjeokha closed the distance.

His mouth was closed like a clam.

It means that unlike himself, he still has room in his stamina.

'How can a young man's strongpower... … .’

Perhaps it was because he had been forcibly squeezing out his lack of strength, but he was suddenly fatigued.

Then, Yeonjeokha leaped into the air and raised his sword.

'Die.'

Not only did he dare to strike back, he didn't have the confidence to run away from the tip of that sword.

Iron flip.

“Save me! A useless body! I will serve you with all my might!”

The Ghost Army did five body fighting exercises.

After that, the jeok-ha fell sharply in front of him.

“Are you kidding me? You cut me first, so what?”

“I have committed a mortal sin! Killing a lowly guy like me would only damage the gun ranger's reputation! Think of the benevolent General Patrol as the right choice, and give me one chance!”

thud. thud. thud.

Youngjkun hit his head on the ground until his forehead exploded.

When the ground was stained red with the blood that flowed from the ghost's head, Yeonjeokha spoke.

“Ahead of a big event, they watch out for bad luck. and! I am  Bodhisattva.”

“A bodhisattva! Gun Patrol is more prepared for the dead than his Buddha!”

Gwi Young-ja flattered as if he was determined.

However, he did not open his heart easily.

“Do it right. I will watch.”

“Yes, yes.”

Only then did the deceased raise his head.

A lump of dirt, which had been clotted with blood on his forehead, fell down.

Despite his pathetic appearance, Yeonjeokha's expression did not ease.

After blowing off the cynicism of the couple, Namgung-yeon and Gu Cheon-no returned to Simtong.

Thus, the ghost army's rebellion ended as soon as it began.

parish prefecture.

Fungji Mountain.

Seonnyeoam.

shrine.

Pal Hwangsinmo, who was immersed in her meditation, slowly opened her eyes.

And from within her bosom, she took out a golden prince (金晃子, bell) that she had wrapped in silk (明紬).

When the cloth was removed, ten bells poked out.

Like a painstakingly made yeommae, each small drop is filled with energy.

“Cheongryu god… … .”

The mother of the Eighthwangsinmo frowned slightly.

Originally, the spirit of death dwelling in Yeommae cannot disobey its owner.

For that reason, the sorcerer has faith in yeommae.

However, Hwangsinmo Pal had more doubts than her faith in the god of the blue sky.

For good reason.

In general, what the spirits want is a ‘sacrifice’.

However, the god of cheongryu demanded ‘time’ of forty-nine days.

I've never heard of a spirit asking a magician for time.

In the relationship between the magician and the spirit, 'special' is not good.

This is because the spirit may get out of the magician's control, and in the worst case, it may harm the magician.

To the commander, the sorcerer was both the master and the enemy.

“Hmm!”

A silent voice flowed from the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.

Which one is the blue god?

Does he just want to get out of control?

Could it be that he is trying to harm the owner?

Either way, it's not a pleasant situation.

However, the Eighthwangsinmo shook off the unpleasant thoughts with a light laugh.

“So it’s just a yeommae.”

Eighthwangsinmo, who was muttering, quietly recited the ‘Six Myung Mantra’.

“Om nannen kaya nevata de hum.”

Then, as if she had been waiting, the sound of a clear stream god came from the air.

-Did you call me? mother.

Her arm Hwangsinmo's pupils shook slightly.

It's because the voice of the clear stream seems to be cheerful.

The commander doesn't know pleasure, so it's an absurd idea, but for some reason I felt uncomfortable.

“I did as you taught me, but I failed.”

-yes? Didn't the Heavenly Child descend?

“No, he descended, but he did not grant my wish.”

―That's strange. He said he would grant wishes, but why would he?

“He wanted my soul in return. I gave permission, but they said I couldn't have it because it belonged to the King of Flames. After those words, the Cheonjama disappeared.”

―I see. Once given to the kings, it cannot be revoked.

“The son of a thousand seemed to be a higher being than the king of flames. Is there no other way to unite with him?”

Eighthwangsinmo, the King of Heaven, understood the ‘act of offering one’s soul’ as ‘unity’.

―Mother, there is a little difference between ‘uniting’ and ‘giving one’s soul’.

“Different? I was just united with the Demon King. But the son of a thousand said that my soul belonged to the king of flames. What is different?”

―Unity is to form one body, but if it is offered, it becomes the property of the king.

“Then why did I become the property of the Demon King?”

―The word ‘dedicate’ must have been hidden in the Mantra of King Chundu. You cannot give your soul unless you give it yourself. It's the same logic that my mother makes 'Yeommae'.

The corner of the Eighthwangsinmo's eyes twitched once at the word 'Yeommae'.

right.

Yeommae uses the earnest wishes of dying people.

Whether it's food or breath, you have to bet everything on that one thing to complete Yeommae.

Socheon, who was starving to death, was buried in food, and Shinnyu, who used to breathe through a pipe, was buried in breathing.

As such, Yeommae can be successful only when the subject wants it.

Eighthwangsinmo was able to fully understand the difference between unity and dedication through the words of the god of cheongryu.

'huh? It's the same reason I make the dye?'

Could it be that the cheongryu god knew that he was a yeommae?

Yeommae does not know that he is a Yeommae.

that's normal

Knowing all the secrets of the world, but not knowing only oneself is yeommae.

Hwangsinmo Pal looked at her bell with her complex eyes.

She was madly curious about the truth, but she couldn't ask it.

“Then I was deceived will be. Is there any way to return it to the Heavenly Demon?”

It is true that he wanted to become one with the King of Flames.

However, she did not know that it was to offer her soul to the Demon King.

Whatever the meaning of the mantra is.

-Give me some time.

'Damn it.'

The Eighthwangsinmo cursed inwardly.

Of course, the 'sky of kings' would be an unknown world to the god of the clear stream.

Even so, she openly asked for time on the subject of Yeommae, causing a tantrum.

“How much will it be?”

-Forty-nine days.

What!

Arm Hwangsinmo snorted into her.

It's not surprising anymore.

'I don't know what you're up to, but it's useless to try.'

Yeommae is as tricky as the wickedness of the production process.

Moreover, Yeommae cannot escape the yoke of fate by her own power.

“So be it.”

-Thank you, mother. There will be good results.

Her hardened arm, Hwangsinmo's face softened a little.

The words of her yeommae were like her prophecy, so she would get the way to immortality.

After finishing her conversation, Hwangsinmo Pal wrapped her bell in silk and placed it in her bosom.

At that time, the voice of the Six Tongs (one of the Eight Emperors) came from outside the door.

“Master. Four heads of families came to see the headmaster. What should I do?”

“Who said you came?”

“Honsei Sword Demon, Spirit of Heavenly Blood, Evil Buddha, and Red Moon are coming.”

“Stop by.”

Hwangsinmo Pal shook her head excitedly with her disapproving face.

I don't like their protruding behavior, but why not just send them back?

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