Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 394

Published at 11th of August 2023 04:01:10 PM

Chapter 394 -  The answer is to descend quickly, right?

Shanxi.

parish prefecture.

Fengji Mountain Gorge.

early evening.

Eighthwangsinmo was drawing something on the floor.

This is the reverse five mangseong I drew a few months ago when I summoned the Heavenly Son.

When the picture was complete, she stretched out her arm to one side.

Her rope snapped, and the black goat, tied to her stake, was sucked into the palm of her hand.

every time-.

The black goat's head, which had been quietly held, separated from her torso.

Subsequently, the blood of a black goat was sprinkled around Yeokmangseong.

Hwangsinmo Pal, who finished her preparations, turned her attention to her.

Within her gaze, a monk was trembling.

“You have nothing to fear. I will not sacrifice you like a goat.”

“Sah, save me.”

“Isn’t life and death a matter of Heaven? If I am not heaven, how can you ask me to save you?”

Eight Hwangsinmo waved her hand, and the twelve horse warriors who had been waiting dragged her monk to Yeok-O-Mang Fortress.

The monk begged for his life several times, but it was only an empty cry.

The 12 horsemen, after taking blood on the monk, sat down in the middle of the Fortress and retreated.

Soon after, the incantation taught by the god of the clear stream flowed from the mother of the eight emperors.

“Lena Thiag Aye Yaha Jadu Samrat!”

However, there was no change in the reverse five mangseong, probably because of a lack of faith.

Arm Hwangsinmo lightly frowned at her.

It's always like this.

Even though she has memorized the spell right, it doesn't work at once.

I don't know how the Demon of the Heavens - not even in this world - can distinguish between sincerity and mere recitation.

Hwangsinmo Pal chanted her spell once again.

This time, she longed for her own origins to reach her son-in-law Ma in ‘Heaven of Kings’.

In an instant, a black flame burned from the floor where the pentagram was drawn.

Fire-.

As the flames turned to blood, the area around the Pentagram was filled with black smoke.

What was felt in the smoke was not mekeham, but malice.

Surprised by the eerie malevolence, a reflexive chanting burst out of the monk's mouth.

“Namami… … .”

However, the monk's words did not follow.

The black smoke filled with malice, as well as the monk, had disappeared without a trace.

“Hmm!”

Hwangsinmo Pal shook his head excitedly as to what he did not like.

Apparently, it was said that if the sacrifice stood in the center of the pentagram, the king would take it.

The monk really disappeared without a trace.

However, for some reason, the alter ego of the king who took him did not manifest.

It's like they just skipped the offerings.

At that time, the words of the god of the clear stream passed through the mind of the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.

―As her mother did, offer a human worthy of kings. Then the king will descend in his place.

Apparently, Qing Liu-sin said, 'As her mother did, offer a human being worthy of kings'.

In response to the words ‘she was just like her mother’, she continued to offer religious people as sacrifices.

The sacrifice of the famous religion was a monk, so he thought it would be the same this time.

However, the king's alter ego did not manifest, and only the sacrifices disappeared five times.

Ordinary monks did not seem to fit the status of kings.

It seems that there is a problem with the rank of the sacrifice.

At that time, suddenly, the twelve horsemen standing in a daze entered her eyes.

Could it be that rank is related to gong power?

In the eyes of Moorim people, monks are like ordinary people, regardless of whether they have deep or shallow faith.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't think of anything other than that.

'Well, I'll understand if I change the offering.'

The Empress of the Arms beckoned to the soldiers of the Twelve Horses, who were far away from her.

Five twelve horsemen who were running errands around the altar came running like the wind.

“Are there still Murim people who climb Mount Pungji?”

One of the twelve horsemen responded quickly.

"doesn't exist."

After coming and going to spy on the Cheonji League, the footsteps of the Moorim people had stopped.

Since Mt. Pungji was known as the sacred mountain of famous religion, even hunters did not climb the mountain.

“Tsk!”

When things didn't work out as expected, Hwangsinmo Pal frowned.

They said dog poop can't be used for medicine, so that's exactly what it is.

“Go away.”

“Honorable name!”

With a loud reply, the 12 horsemen retreated out of the ship.

“Is there a nine palace heavenly woman?”

When Hwangsinmo Pal asked her question, a beautiful voice was heard from somewhere.

“Please give me your name.”

“I need to change the offering. By early tomorrow (7:00 p.m.), try to capture a prefecture-level soldier who is hostile to the main school.”

"yes."

As the energy of the Gugung Cheonnyeo disappeared, Pal Hwangsinmo glanced at her altar.

The reverse pentagram drawn with blood was erased, but the burnt spot remained in the shape of a reverse pentagram.

Suddenly, I have a strange thought.

Isn't it too easy and simple for a spell of reverse heaven that will plunge heaven and earth into chaos!

Anyone with a pentagram and the blood of a black goat could summon the Heavenly Horse.

It is unbelievable that this great technique can be controlled with one short spell.

Hwangsinmo, who shook her head, shook her hand once.

Quad deuk-.

Her ground skin turned over and swallowed up the traces of the reverse pentagram.

The Eighthwangsinmo left after confirming that the altar was clean.

Ha Nam.

Wudang Mountain.

Early moning.

A young man with a backpack made of bamboo entered the entrance of Wudang Mountain.

It is a long history that left Goseongchon.

Gu Cheonno also broke up with Sim Tong at an inn in Goseong Village.

I felt sorry for the pain in my heart, but I had no choice but to finish my sorcery study by summer.

He climbed the mountain, humming a continuous hum.

It was depressing when we descended, but it was nice to see the greenery in spring.

When we reached Haegeomji, two guru appeared out of nowhere.

They checked the face of the jeokha and disappeared without a word.

Because he had such a strong personality, there was no need to verify his identity again.

The jeokha, who had passed Haejimji, went up to the Oryong Palace at once.

Returning after two months, Oryonggung was crowded with new practitioners.

One or two out of ten were unfamiliar faces.

Everyone seems to be in a hurry, probably because the lecture time is imminent.

Yeonjeokha, who had been casually walking toward Oryong Palace, turned his steps back toward Geumjeonggak.

It was to report the results of the training of Jeokseon to Master Cheonmyeong, the ruler of Ohryonggung.

“Okay, did the incident go well?”

Master Cheonmyeong looked at Namcheon with interested eyes.

He was an extraordinary disciple in many ways.

At first, he thought he was Thunder Naked, who came on the recommendation of Sword King Namgung Byeok.

However, Cheongbulno made him a named disciple.

It was an incomprehensible choice, but I accepted it out of respect for Cheongbulno.

Then what is this?

His technique was so excellent that the masters of Oryonggung who were guiding him stuck out their tongues.

No, he wasn't outstanding, he was different.

It was obviously his first time using magic, but his magic power seemed to surpass that of Oryong Yuksa.

There was even a commotion caused by the manifestation of the wall power department under the name of 'Gucheonhyeonnyeo'.

Where is that?

At Jaeunsa Temple, he even defeated Suramazon, a master of the Demonic Cult, with a sword.

'The blue-blooded old man accepted the disciple well.'

I thought about it until right before I became a good student, and it seems that I did it in order to receive such a great disciple.

“It’s okay.”

"Heh heh, I guess you didn't like the result because you didn't look cool?"

“They say Namjin Musa is only half a success. By the way, that could lead to a protest against the non-partisan faction.”

"protest?"

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to reveal the fact that he was related.

I couldn't hide it because I would find out that a non-partisan disciple was involved in a famous school.

“In fact, the person the Geumuiwiwi was trying to get rid of was a local priest of the famous school.”

“Has your identity been known to them?”

"It's not like that, but the people there knew that I was a disciple of the Dragon Palace."

At those words, the face of the Heavenly Myeong Master darkened.

Wouldn't it be the non-partisan faction disciples?

If there were people from Geumuiwi and Jaeunsa Temple, it was only a matter of time before rumors spread.

“Then you might find out at the famous school.”

“I think so.”

“Don’t worry too much. Aren't you an inside disciple? Originally, secular disciples do not follow the principles of the head mountain. If they knew the situation, they wouldn't be able to say anything.”

“Then I’m glad… … .”

“Since that happened, finish your studies as soon as possible and leave the mountain.”

“Can I just descend?”

“Nothing. That's the good thing about being a disciple. The head temple has no responsibility or authority to direct and supervise the disciples of the secular family. If you leave the mountain, famous people cannot hold non-partisans accountable.”

“Then, the answer must be to descend before they start rambling, right?”

"haha."

Master Cheonmyeong only laughed.

It's obviously the sword king's connections, but it's rough to say.

Come to think of it, the first thing I did when I came to Palseongak was not ordinary.

Considering the family customs of the usually strict Namgung family, he really doesn't fit in.

“I have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“I know that you came to the headquarters on the recommendation of the Sword King. What is your relationship with the Sword King?”

“The Sword King is the brother-in-law of my father-in-law. He is like an uncle to me.”

"ah! I see. What is the name of the ancestors?”

“He uses the characters yeon, radish, and dragon.”

Master Chunming nodded his head.

Having only practiced sorcery all his life, he could not think of Yeon Jeok-ha from the name of Yeon Mu-ryong.

“Yes, the ancestors will be happy to see you. Until the day you descend, keep working hard.”

"yes."

He greeted the master Cheonmyeong, who had a relationship with him, and left Geumjeonggak.

As he trudged toward Wulong Palace, the sound of the sermon softly echoed throughout the yard.

Hearing the sonorous voice, it is an old school guru who teaches magic.

'aha! That's why the princess was at Geumjeonggak.'

The Oryong masters often left their seats for lectures by their juniors, as they do now.

But for a newbie like myself, it's a great learning opportunity.

Yeonjeokha quietly entered Wulong Palace and took a seat in the row behind him.

“… … The law of thunder is the law of the Five Dragons Palace, based on Naedan, and uses amulets and spells together. According to the Gucheon Eung-won Thunder Seong-bo-hwcheon-jon-ok-chu-bo-gyeong, the great god presiding over the brain is the Thunder-seongbohwacheonjon. What we need to know before executing the brain method is... … .”

following the lecture Namcheon came into the eyes of the old school guru.

For an instant, the high school guru's pupils shook.

Namcheon expressed the brain method through 'Gucheonhyeonnyeo', not 'Rainseongbohwacheonjon'.

She said that she went to practice red line, but I don't know why she appeared in her sermon.

It seemed as if he would shout, ‘You can pray to Hyeonnyeo Gucheon!’ at any moment.

“What you need to know is… … .”

The same words circulated in my mouth.

It is because ‘Thunderous treasure Cheonjon’ and ‘Gucheonhyeonnyeo’ got tangled up in my head.

Master Muwei, who was in charge of “Leo Dongbin,” who was sitting in the front row whispered quietly.

“Gucheon Eungwon Noeseongbohwa Cheonjon is the father of all soldiers and the teacher of all spirits.”

The old school guru, who was sweating, entered the finish belatedly.

“Gu.Cheon.Hyeon.Neo.Raeseongbohwacheonjon is the father of all military students and the teacher of all spirits.”

Chapter end