Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 374

Published at 11th of August 2023 03:43:50 PM

Chapter 374 - You must do good deeds to increase your legal power

What Taoism seeks is immortality.

If you know what you are trying to become, it is for this immortality.

In order to reach immortality, you must train.

For example, breathing method, Taoin, Bok-i, Naesa, and holding ancestral rites.

The greatest of these is red line.

For Taoists, good deeds were the highest virtue and training method.

If you do good deeds, your lifespan and magic power gradually increase, while if you do evil deeds, even the gong you have accumulated will be wasted.

For that reason, if the warriors of the Buddha Way practiced ‘going strong,’ the Taoists started ‘doing red.

It was not surprising that Dosa Cheonmyeong, the ruler of Oryonggung Palace, ordered Yeonnamcheon to perform Jeokjeon.

Of course, there were some people who were puzzled by the fact that Yeonnamcheon, who was in the midst of learning, suddenly started to practice ‘jeokjeon’, but there were not many of them.

Because there are many masters, secular disciples, and trainees in Oryonggung, Yeonnamcheon's 'Jeokjeon practice' was soon forgotten.

around noon.

A Taoist carrying a bamboo backpack was trudging along on top of the Guando.

Then jeokha who left Ohryonggung.

Uniforms, wooden swords, and bamboo backpacks were all provided by Oryonggung.

The backpack made of bamboo contained the talisman materials (Goehwangji, injection, Japanese pepper oil, and brush) necessary for the practice of Jeok Seon.

“This is won, so anyone can see that he is a guru.”

Even while grumbling, he did not take off his martial arts uniform.

At this point, he was thinking of developing his magic skills through Jeok-Jeon.

It was early winter, so I didn't see anyone going to and from Gwando, so I was a little bored.

After walking for a while, when he was hungry, he looked around him.

Today, however, the shabby inn on the side of the building was nowhere to be seen.

Without much hesitation, he found a suitable spot and started a fire.

Not because the body is cold, but to cook the food that will fit in the mouth.

“Still, there is something good to pack.”

He took out an iron pot from his bamboo backpack and put it over the bonfire.

And while the pot was heating up, he picked up a block of ice nearby.

As the ice melted and boiled, rice was added, and after a while, the beef jerky was also chopped and sprinkled on top.

After about 20 minutes (about 20 minutes), I was a bit bored when I ate the soup with a spoon.

He took out salt from his backpack, poured an appropriate amount into the pot, and stirred it.

The smell of jerky porridge came up along with the white seaweed.

It is incomparable to the full meal, but my mouth was salivating because it was a side dish for hunger.

It's time for Yeonjeokha to put down the pot and scoop out a spoonful.

Five men and two women appeared on the other side of the coffin.

Seeing that she was carrying weapons, she was a Murim person, but she didn't seem to belong to Chil Pyung Moon or the four generations.

Still, he ate porridge and glanced at Guandao.

It was the first time I saw them, so I was curious.

Before opening a few spoons, the unidentified Moorim people approached.

That's how fast they walked.

“Sahyung, it’s cold, so let’s warm ourselves up a bit, too, right?”

“Ambassador, let’s rest for a moment. It was cold and my hands were fine. I can't even fight like this.”

May Rock stopped at the words of the sister and the priest.

There was still a long way to go to Nohegu, so I thought it would be okay to take a break.

He quickly looked at the bonfire and Taoist fire next to Guan Do.

'huh? You wear a uniform, but your hair is shaggy? Am I an ordinary person pretending to be a guru?'

The world was chaotic, so there were many people who imitated the guru.

This was especially the case after the Cheonji League recruited magicians extensively.

Owalak, who was examining the master closely, frowned.

The swelling on her face was like pox.

“Wait, I have a few things to check, so wait.”

May Rock stopped his priests on the spot and slowly approached the bonfire.

“I call it May Rock of Samjeolmun Gate. You look like a guru, right?”

Yeonjeokha, who was just holding a spoon in his mouth, nodded his head.

He is practicing Gyeomsa Jeokseon, so it is not wrong to say that he is a guru.

No, it is correct to say that he is now a guru of non-partisans.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me which conduit's guru he is?"

“Chuck, schmuck. I am a non-partisan sectarian disciple.”

At the word non-partisan, May Rak's eyes widened.

Looking at it, the uniform caught my eye.

It was clear that the uniform belonged to a non-partisan faction.

“Ah, that's right. I don't know, but these days even the disciples of the secular household wear uniforms?"

“I wore it because I was a named disciple of the Oryong Palace. I came out with a red line.”

May Rak looked at the young man with half-doubtful eyes.

No matter how swollen the face was, there was no one impersonating a shamanist guru in Sipeon.

So it might not be a lie, but it was hard to believe that an ordinary person was a registered disciple.

“I see. What is the name of Sung Dae?”

"It's called Yeonnamcheon."

" … … You were small.”

The hesitant May Rock turned around slowly.

He originally wanted to check whether his sores were contagious, but his mouth wouldn't come off.

He couldn't dare to ask such a thing to a written disciple of the non-partisan faction!

Yeonjeokha caught Owolrak, who turned around.

“It’s cold, so warm yourself up by the fire for a while. Swelling on my face is not contagious. This is what happened because I picked up something poisonous and ate it, and the flames soared.”

It's a rather lame explanation, but is jeokha performance a big deal?

I didn't want to miss the opportunity, saying that you have to do good things to increase your magic power.

Oh man, this woman sat around the campfire.

As soon as the simple shouting between each other was over, Lee Hwa said while looking at the wooden sword under Yeonjeokha.

“Is Yeon So-hyeop a drunk then?”

The masters of the Dragon Palace are known to the world as magicians.

Besides, since he couldn't even see the sword, he had assumed that he was a sorcerer.

As a disciple of Oh Ryong-gung, he did not deny that Yeon Jeok-ha started practicing Jeok Seon.

"that's right."

Then the five men and women relaxed her.

Even if she was a shaman disciple, there was a difference between a warrior and a magician.

It's hard to dare to look into the eyes of an unmanned person, but a sorcerer is different.

The reality was that shamanist sorcerers were treated as ordinary Bangpa people.

“Aha, that’s right. Are you practicing now?”

“That’s how it is.”

“Then, could you possibly make an amulet for us?”

“Is it a talisman?”

“Yes, I’m on my way to Nohgu, but the atmosphere is a bit bloody.”

Ihwa glanced at May Rock.

She is asking if it is okay to speak.

Then she pretended not to see May Rock, as if to take care of it, and she turned away.

She thinks that if she gets along with a non-partisan secular disciple, she will always be of help.

“Has anything happened?”

“Shinju Sangbang and Wolsan Sangbang are fighting over the management of Pogu in Nohgu. To be precise, it was originally managed by Shinju Sangbang, but it seems that Wolsan Sangbang is trying to take it away. Our Samjeolmun is helping Shinju Sangbang to protect the port.”

"aha."

I understood Ewha's words at once.

It seems that a commercial battle broke out between the two parties not far away.

“Do you have any amulets that can be used at times like this?”

“Although there are talismans for ‘self-defense’, ‘extinction of evil’ and ‘extreme hardship’… … .”

“Oh, then please write one of them. They say that the talisman of the Oryong Palace is that good.”

Now eighteen-year-old Lee-hwa liked it, even hitting the wall.

I readily nodded my head in love with the young girl's lively behaviour.

Can't you use at least one amulet in the yard to do something good anyway?

He took out a bottle of gooseberries and injections from his bamboo backpack.

Then, after feeding the brush with sancho oil, he dipped it in the injection and wrote the word ‘extreme hardship’ with all his heart.

The people of the Three Sections snooped around.

At first, everyone showed interest, but one by one they turned their heads to the clumsy writing method.

Still, when Yeon Jeok-ha, who has poor penmanship, made a talisman, it seemed strangely plausible.

He presented the completed 'extremely poor woman' to Lee Hwa.

“It is a talisman that overcomes difficulties called ‘extremely difficult’. Having it will help.”

"thank you."

Lee Hwa smiled brightly and received the talisman.

The smile did not leave her face because she had to lose it anyway.

As she folded up her talisman and kept it, Seol Ji-young, who had been watching her, interrupted.

“Hey master, can you make one for me too?”

"Okay."

She made another 'extremely bad book' and handed it to Seol Ji-young.

But the men didn't show any interest.

His appearance was insignificant, and he was reluctant to look like a newbie.

The five men and women of the three clauses stayed for about 15 minutes, and then she left.

Yeonjeokha, who had been sitting and staring at the bonfire, suddenly stood up.

“I’ll have to see if it really works.”

The first two ‘extremely poor women’ I made are ordinary amulets that have nothing to do with Gucheonhyeonnyeo.

I wanted to see with my own eyes the power of the talisman.

He put a bamboo backpack on his back and walked in the direction where the Samjeolmun had disappeared.

It was the same direction anyway, so there was no big problem.

After walking for half an hour (an hour), I saw a sign on one side of the pavilion that read, “Nohwgu.”

After walking a little further, a fairly wide river appeared.

I thought that if it was a river of that size, it would be worth arguing over the port.

'I thought I said we'd fight over the muzzle.'

He moved leisurely to the place where the muzzle was likely to be.

After about 20 minutes, I heard the faint sound of a screeching rattle.

'You came right!'

indeed!

After walking for a while, I saw people splitting into two sides and swearing at each other.

There were about twenty people each, and the number of heads was similar.

I entered a spot close to the mating port and took a seat by the window.

“What can I get you?”

Jeomsoi's question was answered without looking back.

“One hot somen.”

“Do you need anything else?”

"uh."

When Yeon Jeok-ha didn't even look at him, Jeom So-yi pouted at him and turned around.

Trying to get this good seat with just somen noodles!

Compared to the other customers who ordered one dish at a time, it was too young.

After a while, Jeom So-yi took a bowl of noodles and set it down on the table until it made a ‘tak’ sound.

Still, he didn't give me a single glance.

Since I was not hungry because I ate jerky porridge, I was not very interested in somen noodles.

'That's right, no They fight.'

Both sides had been swearing at each other for ‘this guy and that guy’ since before, but they didn’t draw their swords.

Since their strength is similar to each other, it seems difficult to start a fight.

The long-awaited jeokha eventually pulled out his chopsticks.

Then, it was the moment when he put the chopsticks he had just made into his mouth.

The two sides, who had only been arguing, rushed at each other like excited herds of cattle.

“Wow!”

“Strike!”

“Kill!”

When the melee began, the rivals concentrated on fighting while eating somen noodles.

It wasn't difficult to find the five males and females among them.

Among them, he looked intently at Lee Hwa and Seol Ji-young.

The two did not look like young men, perhaps because they had their own talismans.

He waved his hand with chopsticks around following the movements of Lee Hwa and Seol Ji-young.

'yes! yes no no. uh? uh? Then die!'

The bowl of somen noodle brushed against the elbow of the excited enemy fell to the floor.

Kwajik-.

With the sound of breaking bowls, soup and somen noodles splattered in all directions.

Still, he did not look back.

It is only natural that the owner of the first production, 'Extremely Difficulty', is about to die from being stabbed with a sword.

Chapter end