Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 296

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

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Chapter 296 - Do you believe me?

Despite the Eighthwangsinmo's curse-like venomous remarks, the Baekduma soldiers did not blink an eye.

In fact, to the people of Sapa, that level of swearing was polite.

Still, he cynically responded, perhaps because Jeokwol Gongchwisan, who wrote “Yanggo,” was displeased.

"The leader won't have time to blame his parents if things go wrong. Please tell us mantra.”

The Eighthwangsinmo did not hold back and meekly recited the mantra.

The mantra of the King of Cheondu was almost the same as that of the King of Baekdu, so the four of them memorized it without difficulty.

After confirming what others had memorized, Gong Quishan said coldly.

“If the mantra of the King of Heaven is false, the teacher will not be able to avoid death.”

“Whoops! stupid things. It took more than ten years for me to become the King of Heaven. how long do you think it will take Before that, hope that Yanggo will not die of old age. After Yanggo dies, you guys will follow in his footsteps.”

Gong Qushan was annoyed, but he couldn't argue.

Even if you can't do it, you have to use a thousand monks as sacrifices, but there are four people who know the mantra. In the end, it is said that more than 4,000 monks are needed.

Even if only a thousand people disappeared in an area, the imperial family would open their eyes and investigate.

If you keep an eye on your surroundings, it may take more than ten years.

The day may come when we really have to hope that the ‘Yango’ in the head of the head of the church does not die a natural death.

Even so, you can't kill the religious leader right away.

The distance through which the spirituality of ‘Eumyanggo’ communicates is approximately thirty chapters (approximately 90 meters). If you kill the cult leader on that street, you will surely be killed by the descending Demon King.

Bang Tiangak said to Gong Quishan, who was rolling his head.

“Let’s go. I don't think there's anything good to see if you stay longer.”

Bang Chun-gak glanced at the teacher.

To be honest, he was scared even though the leader was subdued by Yango.

It was the same with the other Baekdu Demons.

“We got what we wanted, so let’s go.”

“Okay. I have no luck with this shrine. Let's go and discuss the future."

At the torch of Baekduma soldiers, Gongchwisan had no choice but to leave the shrine.

Eventually, the four Baekdu Demons disappeared from the shrine like ghosts.

As soon as they left, eight men and women appeared in front of the shrine.

It was the Palhwang, the right-hand man of the religious leader.

“Master! Are you okay?”

“Sir!”

They had cheerful faces, but they couldn't track down the heads of families.

It's because they can't beat the head of the family with their own inaction.

There was no way until the head of the church stepped forward or moved the other head of the family.

that's when

A laugh flowed from the mother of the Eighthwang Goddess, who was sitting in front of Seotak.

“Poop! Fufufufu!”

As if she had suppressed it, her laughter grew out of control.

Emperor Taebaek, who was worse than that, looked at the leader's complexion with a worried face.

“Master?”

Hwangsinmo Pal, who had been laughing for a long time, said while wiping the water from her eyes.

"It's fine, don't worry."

“I heard that the rebels used a yeommae called ‘eumyanggo’.”

“Whoa, whoa, that’s how it is. Do you think that something like Yeommae will be able to withstand the power of the Lord of Yeomma?”

Pal Hwangsinmo put her palm on one of her ears and tapped her lightly as if she were draining water.

Then he put the palm of her hand in front of her eyes and looked at something in her.

"'Em-Yang Go', it's a fun bug."

Contrary to the word that it was fun, flames soared from her palm.

After a moment she brushed off her hands and turned her head to her Eight Princes.

“Don't tell anyone about what you saw today. Do you understand?”

“Are you going to leave the rebels alone?”

Emperor Taebaek Seonin looked at her arm, Hwangsinmo, with her curious eyes.

The Venerable Yi Hwang Yuktong also helped with a word.

“If the religious leader doesn’t let you know that he is safe, there may be an infighting in the famous church.”

Then the Eighthwangsinmo coldly replied.

“If those with false beliefs rise up and stand up, it would be rather appreciated.”

Yi Hwang's face stiffened slightly.

Apparently, the religious leader seemed to be thinking of filtering out famous schools.

In fact, famous schools have been run carelessly for the past thirty years.

Once he was in a hurry to expand his family, he had no time to look for loyalty.

'At this point, they're trying to weed them out.'

That's not a very bad idea either.

No, since our true nature is revealed when we are in danger, it may be rather an opportunity.

Then the Eighthwangsinmo said.

“Listen to the Master of Six Tongs.”

“I will follow your orders.”

“You must install ‘Palmunpalsangjin’ at the bottom of the mountain so that no one can climb Seonnyeoam.”

Yuktongjonja was the number one person in gimun transformation and bronchiology to the extent that the Eighthwangsinmo trusted and entrusted him.

“Honorable name!”

“Listen to the Eight Emperors.”

"yes!"

“You should keep ‘Eight Gates, Eight Sangjins’ for forty-nine days with the Venerable Yuktong.”

“Honorable name!”

“I will do as you command.”

The Eight Emperors answered loudly and bowed their heads.

Suddenly, Il Hwang, Taebaek Seonin raised his head.

“By the way, headmaster, what should I do if other family heads come looking for you?”

Sooner or later, weightlifters will cause a division.

At that time, it was clear that the head of the family who had not betrayed would come to Mount Pungji.

“Send it back. If they worry about the future, tell them that they will only gouge out the wound after it has festered.”

"yes."

Emperor Ilhwang Taebaek Seon-in was tongue-tied at the leader's merciless plan.

Bunseohyun.

around noon.

Eight warriors entered between the trees in full bloom at the entrance of the village.

A spy hunter on his way to Mt. Fungji.

Taeeul Seonin, who was looking around, asked Moo-deok Jang, the apprentice of Musang.

“I saw a sign titled Bunseo-hyeon. How far is it until Gyogu-hyeon?”

“Just one more day to go to Diocese.”

“Are you saying you will arrive at the prefecture tomorrow?”

"exactly."

“Huh! They say that every road has an end, but it's already tomorrow... … .”

Tae-eul's expression sank heavily.

With Mt. Pungji close by, the weight of the mission seems to be pressing on her shoulders again.

At that time, Kucheonno also said, pointing to a colorful spot that could be seen in the distance.

"Why don't you worry about tomorrow's work tomorrow, and enjoy dinner today?"

People's eyes turned to Jang Moo-deok.

Although he was not formally elected, it is because he is no different from a leader in terms of inaction and distribution.

Jang Moo-deok did not betray people's expectations.

“So be it.”

He said only what was necessary and then shut his mouth again.

Because the closer he got to Mount Fengji, the more confused his mind was.

I don't know why I keep thinking of what she said despite her extreme hostility toward her arm, Hwangsinmo.

-You're stupid! It's a free apprenticeship! Right and wrong are all determined by man. Like the sun, rain and wind, the sky does not cover people. If you want to reach the mythical level, come to me anytime. I'm going to share my realization especially with you.

Somehow, I remembered even one Tossi now.

Oddly enough, the more words he remembered, the greater his desire to learn.

'You're crazy.'

Zhang Wu-deok vigorously shook his head to shake off the temptation.

The opponent is Murim's achievement and the enemy of Mugeukmun.

Do you want to be taught by such a person?

He shouldn't be like that, no matter how much he's crazy about martial arts.

'Nothing.'

When Jang Moo-deok finally came out of his dream, he had already settled down in a spot.

Taeryeong Seonin, who is well versed in magic, looked at Jang Moo-deok with a strange gaze.

“Jang Dae-hyeop, what are you thinking so deeply about?”

“No big deal. When I came here, I suddenly remembered the words of a famous religious leader.”

“I'm glad if that's the case. If in any case you feel uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to tell us. There are many strange magic tricks in the world.”

"What if it's a strange technique?"

“Have you ever heard of the word linguistic spirit?”

“None.”

“Human words have power from heaven. If you look at the sutras of the Buddhist family, most of them begin with the words Ye Xi'a Gate (如是我聞, I heard this). In other words, it can be said that the Buddha's words are embedded in the speaker's soul. Words have such power. Eonryeong is to train the power received from heaven, which is possessed by human words. The spirit magicians are truly terrifying.”

“How is it that it is terrifying?”

“To put it in the extreme, if the sorcerer tells you to die, you die. If you tell me to kill someone, I will kill you.”

"her!"

“Even the celestial love between parents and children can be broken with the spirit of words. There are also quite a few people who have killed their families with their own hands due to the curse.”

“Is that really possible?”

"yes."

“The inner gong simbeop is to protect the heart, so shouldn’t we block it with that?”

“It is impossible. If witchcraft could be dealt with with martial arts, the sack would not have been made.”

“I guess so.”

Jang Moo-deok understood what Taeryeong said.

But that was all.

He considered the desire to reach the point of myth as his secret desire.

In the short conversation with the religious leader, there was nothing special that could be suspected in terms of language.

So he turned his gaze away with grave eyes.

Because no one confides their secret desires to others.

Taeryeong Seonin stopped talking when Jang Moo-deok stopped talking.

It was not polite to Jang Moo-deok, the greatest master in the world.

'It's not easy to manipulate others with the command of a word... … .’

Reaching that level with magic is as difficult as reaching a mythical state.

One person cannot rise to the status of a myth through martial arts and magic.

In the end, Taeryeong Seonin brushed off her words and discussed future affairs with the three sages of Kunlun.

Yeonjeokha, who diligently picked up and ate the dishes spread out on the table, suddenly called for heartache.

“Old Sim.”

"yes?"

“How many years have we met?”

“I think it’s been four years.”

“Is it filthy old?”

“Oops! Why is that dirty?”

“Put.”

Namgoong-yeon, who had been listening inadvertently, burst into laughter.

However, she straightened up in the words that followed.

“If something happens in Mt. Take sister Yeon and run away. Don't even look back.”

Namgungyeon and Simtong raised her voice at the same time.

“What about Gongja?”

"I'm not weak enough to have to be taken care of by Shim-senpai."

'Eek!'

When Namgung-yeon's expression was not serious, she quickly turned her words away from the brother.

"no, It wasn’t that my sister was weak, it was that I should run away with her.”

“What about you?”

“I’m going to run after watching my sister run away. You know how great my secret yearbook is, right?”

"know. If you run once, you say that Uicheon Geomjon's Yigieo sword can't do anything? but… … .”

Yeonjeokha stopped Namgungyeon from speaking.

“I can run freely without my sister. With my sister, I don't go anywhere. Sister, do you believe me?”

'ha!'

Namgoong-yeon let out a sigh of relief at her.

If you think about it rationally, he is right.

He would not leave his post even to protect himself.

But the same goes for himself.

How could I leave him limb and go alone!

“Okay, I will do as you say.”

A different answer came out of my heart.

He lost because he knew his stubbornness.

'Hmm! The Eighthwangsinmo is a person who is also good at magic, so will the enemies do what they want?'

I guess we'll have to wait and see who will protect whom.

Chapter end