Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 360

Published at 11th of August 2023 05:15:57 AM

Chapter 360 -See your destiny

early morning.

Arm Hwangsinmo washed her body in the valley and then went to the rocky cliff.

There was no wind, but the mountains in late summer were rather cool.

hwangsinmo, who took several long breaths, took out a golden prince from his bosom.

“Om nannen kaya nevata de hum!”

Once loud, once small, and the third and final mantra, the bell swayed.

Then came the familiar voice of the clear stream god.

-Did you call me?

“Yeah, I called because I thought you would be back by now.”

—… … .

When the expected words did not come out from the god of the clear stream, the mother of the god
of eighthwang quietly let out a sigh.

This is not something that can be done by accelerating, so you have to be patient.

As expected, after waiting for a while, Qing Liu Xin opened his mouth.

―In ‘Heaven of Kings’, I met Cheonjama, the king of the realm of desire. At first, he was very angry.

“Angry?”

―Yes, he said that her mother's soul belonged to the demon king, so it was useless.

“Yeah, I didn’t know that either. So, did you say there is no other way?”

―He said that if you offer a suitable sacrifice, he will let you rule the kings.

“What I want is immortality, not a new species. What did they say about it?”

―It is said that among those kings, there is one who holds the secret of immortality. Wouldn't it be
nice to be taught by him?

“I thought I had to give my soul to the Cheonjama in order to obtain immortality. Are you saying it's
possible even if it's not?"

―From what I saw, all beings in the ‘Heaven of Kings’ were immortal. There must be a way other
than through the Cheonjama. Because all the kings looked similar to the Cheonjama.

“Is that so? What does it mean to offer a worthy sacrifice?”

―Offer a human who is at the level of kings. Then the king will descend in his place.

“Are you going to kill me at the altar?”

-no. When he stands in the center of the pentagram, the king will take him. Then, the alter ego of
the king who took him would manifest.

Only then did the Eighthwangsinmo understand the words of the clear stream god.

'Depending on the value of the sacrifice, the king who descends to this world may change.'

But I couldn't understand why they took the sacrifice without killing it.

“Where does the sacrifice go?”

—… … It is to exchange the king's alter ego for a sacrifice. Her mother has no loss. Because she has
nothing to do with her mother being a sacrifice. Rather, the king's double would serve her mother.

The cheongryu god quietly changed his words, but the eighthwang god didn't go over.

“I asked where the sacrifice was going.”

-"Heaven of Kings".

"That means you're going to lend an alter ego and take a living sacrifice.”

―That's how it is.

“Is that what the Cheonjama wants?”

―Because ‘Heaven of Kings’ always lacks offerings.

Pal Hwangsinmo, who was staring into the air with her burning eyes, said in a determined tone.

“If you offer me as a sacrifice, will I be able to go to the ‘Heaven of Kings’ too?”

For the sake of immortality, she was willing to do more than sacrifice.

-Have you already forgotten? Her mother is dedicated to the Flame Demon King, so she cannot be
sacrificed. And in ‘Heaven of Kings’, sacrifices are worse than dogs and pigs. Just learn the secret art
of immortality from another king.

“Which king knows the secret?”

-I don't know that either. Mother must ask the King incarnate directly. Talking for too long is
exhausting. I think I should rest for a while.

The Eighthwangsinmo's eyebrows curled in a reverse shape.

Did she tell the owner not to look for her for the time being?

She had the feeling that something had gone wrong, but Hwangsinmo Pal didn't reprimand her.

There was still a need for a god of the clear stream to and from the ‘Heaven of the Kings’.

It is not too late to punish the god of the clear stream after finding out even a little more information
about the world of desire.

The drops that swayed her body in her hall and emitted clear sounds suddenly fell silent.

The cheongryu god disappeared.

Hwangsinmo Pal wrapped her gold prince in silk and kept it in her arms.

'God of the clear stream, even if you can freely enter and leave the sensuous realm, you won't be
able to escape from my hands.'

That is the fate of the salt maiden.

'Anyway, it's a living sacrifice. Who is going to find an offering that would catch the eye of the
Heavenly Horse?'

The new type of Hwangsinmo, who was immersed in her thoughts, disappeared with a ‘puck’ in an
instant.

starlight.

Wudang Mountain.

Ohryonggung.

Missisecond (1:00 p.m.).

After lunch, she leisurely wandered around Wulong Palace.

She met Yakushi Nyorai, and since she met Baekilun, she no longer had to go to Namamgung.

I knew the cause of the terrible blisters on her face, but she did not descend immediately.

The appointment with her famous religious leader was made after learning her technique.

She thought that if she wasn't poisoned, she wouldn't have much of a problem with her life.

Her teacher, Qing Fulno, also said that she had better learn the technique before going to see a
famous religious master.

She even agreed.

It was because she could fall under the magic of the famous cult again.

Wouldn't it be nice if we took Kunlun Samseon and Namgungyeon?

Thinking of climbing Mt. Fengji by herself, she had better learn the art.

People who wanted to learn amulets gathered at the Oryong Palace one by one.

Surprisingly, there were also Taoists among them.

It seems that there are many things to use amulets for.

'Should I learn something too?'

Two men approached behind the troubled Yeonjeokha.

Manhwangju and Cheonsangdong.

Still, it was said that it was a trend, and Manhwangju first confided in a friendly manner.

“Small brothers, aren’t you going to Namamgung today?”

He was reluctant to hang out with them, but he nodded.

“You don’t have to go now.”

"aha! It looks like you decided to get some medicine from Brother Chun? Good idea. That medicine
was also from Namam Palace anyway, so it was there.”

“I’m not buying it.”

Then, Cheon Sang-dong suddenly intervened.

“You don’t live? Are you going to live with that face?”

"Hey. I do my own thing. So don't bother.”

“Don’t you know that that face is a nuisance to many people? If it's because it's a waste of 20 cats, I
might give it a cut.”

My stomach churned at the nuisance, but I couldn't refute it.

Even though rumours of 'swelling' had spread, the practitioners of the Palseongak were avoiding
themselves.

It's the bottom line, so can't I buy it and eat it?

Thinking that way, he met eyes with Cheon Sang-dong, who had a rivalry.

“What are you going to do if I don’t get better after taking the medicine you sell?”

“Uh, what? If the medicine doesn't work, you won't listen. What about me?”

“At that time, if you promise to return the money, I will buy it.”

“If it doesn’t get better, ask for the money back?”

"is it so. If you have confidence in medicine, do it, if not, go away.”

Yeonjeokha waved his hand as if it was annoying.

Cheon Sang-dong, who was worried about biting his lip, eventually just turned around.

Manhwangju, who was hesitant, also left with Cheon Sangdong.

A sigh escaped from the mouth of the younger brother who watched the two of them walk away.

“Excellent! They are like leeches. Why are you so attached to me?”

After a while, it was time for Yeon Jeok-ha to take a few steps to Wulong Palace.

As if taking a stroll across the yard, a green fire furnace passed him by and said quietly.

“Follow me.”

Yeonjeokha pursued his master at some distance.

For the time being, the relationship between the priest and the priest is a secret, and I don't know
what's going on with the green fireman who pretended not to know during the day.

Cheongbulno left the grounds of Oryong Palace and entered the deep valley without hesitation.

It was only then that the Cheongbulno, which entered the deserted rough terrain, stopped.

He said calmly in the middle of a forest that was so thick that he couldn't see.

“Looked at me last night. Just as Baek Il-woon knew at a glance that you weren't poisoned, I had to
know that you were also caught in the spell of the spirit. But I only listened to you and regarded it as
the aftermath of my addiction.”

I listened silently to the self-deprecating words of my master.

From the point of view of a master who had reached the level of skill, it was reasonable to think so.

“… … So I thought about it again. I wonder if it is right to teach only the techniques of magic to you.
Maybe it's like putting a treasured sword in a child's hand. Your thoughts and my ‘words’ should be
used for the sake of the creation of the world, the Beoppo of the shaman faction’s Beopbo.”

“… … .”

“Before teaching that, there is a process that a disciple of a non-partisan faction must go through.”

“A course?”

Yeonjeokha looked at the blue fire with puzzled eyes.

What else could there be besides reciting at dawn and listening to sermons?

“To see your destiny in the dark cave.”

“You see your destiny?”

"okay."

A happy smile appeared on the young man's face as if he was happy just thinking about it.

Non-partisan guru all go into darkness at least once.

This is because of the mysterious legend passed down through oral tradition.

―If you stay true to yourself in a deep and dark cave, you will see your destiny without even
realizing it.

Only the practitioners of the Palseongak were an exception.

That is why practitioners climbed Wudang Mountain to learn the art of magic.

He wondered, but he didn't ask how that was possible.

It is because of the belief in the master.

After going into the dense forest for about half an hour (about 30 minutes), a cave that looked like a
bear's den appeared.

The small clearing in front of the cave was neatly organized, as if it had been cleaned.

Cheongbulno pointed to the cave and said.

“Go in and think about who you are and why you were born into this world. Then something will
appear before your eyes. Don't even think about coming out until you see it.”

"Are you sure what's showing up?"

“Nothing. Sajo saw a golden dragon, and I saw a rock.”

The jeokha mouth was wide open.

Among many things, what are ‘golden flying dragons’ and ‘rocks’?

For a moment, I was confused whether he really saw it with his own eyes or whether it was a
metaphor.

“Master… … .”

When Yeonjeokha tried to ask in detail, Cheongbulno quietly pointed to the cave.

“You will know it naturally when you experience it yourself in the cave.”

“… … .”

I swallowed the words that had risen to the throat of the enemy and walked to the cave.

The cave was deeper than it looked from the outside.

After walking for a while, the faint light disappeared and was filled with darkness.

'It's a strange place.'

After coming out of the warehouse, it was as bright at night as during the day.

There was no distinction between day and night even without the use of air power, but now it was
different.

I only entered the cave, but I couldn't see an inch ahead.

It's like falling into a fog of truth.

As he tried to go further inside, he tripped on a stone and staggered his body once.

'Is it Heaven's will to stop here?'

Of course, that couldn't have been the case, but he sat down and sat down.

Since he came to Shaman Mountain, he was just dazed at first, probably because of his busy life.

He belatedly thought of food and water.

'It'll be okay if I see that Master didn't say otherwise.'

If he needed it, he would have got it before he went in.

Starting with that, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts bit his tail.

He remembered the life of Jang Waryong, his aunt, and even his half-brothers.

'Can I see my destiny like this?'

Contrary to his worried mind, his wandering thoughts continued unabated and persistent.

Chapter end