Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 444

Published at 21st of August 2023 04:30:58 AM

Chapter 444 - Memorize this mantra wholeheartedly

mid-January.

Shanxi.

Ryeong Seok-hyun.

around dusk.

Two wagons stopped in front of the shabby Gwanjemyo.

"oh my! cold! cold!"

The elderly coachman made a fuss by getting under the driver's seat and approaching the carriage door.

As he reached the door, he opened the carriage door and two people got out.

It is Yeonjeokha and Jeokwol Gongchwisan.

“Confucius, I think it would be better to stay here tonight. I don’t know how far to go to the village.”

Yeon Jeok-ha nodded his head as if he understood.

After checking the reaction of the jeokha, the coachman hurriedly prepared for camping.

Yeonjeokha also went into the Guanje Temple together with Gongchwisan.

The inside of the tomb was in a mess, as if no one had taken care of it for quite some time.

Yeonjeokha, who was looking at the front, tilted his head.

Gwan-woo and Gwan-pyeong (Gwan-woo's son) are there, but Joo-chang (Gwan-woo's subordinate general), who should be on the right side, is not visible.

“Isn’t there a claim here?”

“The cold seems to have overcome faith.”

Gongquan Mountain along with the horse pointed to the ash-covered floor.

Looking at the colorful wood remaining, it seemed that someone had broken a spear and used it as firewood.

An ordinary person would be astonished, but Gongchwisan's face was insignificant.

“When it’s cold, they cut trees and burn them. Why did they clean the statue? Anyway, people are trying to warn.”

“To those who do not serve Guan Yu, the statue of God is nothing more than a piece of wood. It must have been annoying. Still, where did you leave the ‘father’ and ‘son’?”

Yeonjeokha glanced at Gongchwisan.

“Isn’t it cold?”

“Wouldn’t I be cold as a disabled person?”

“Do you believe in Guan Yu?”

“Huh, did you forget that I was a celebrity? Myungwanggyo and Myungwanggyo only believe in the King of Flames.”

“Good. I don't believe either.”

Yeon Jeok-ha jumped up the platform and kicked Kwan Woo-sang down.

And he hurriedly tore the coffin idol to pieces.

It didn't take long for the wooden statue of Guan Yu to turn into firewood.

Yeonjeokha murmured as he collected the fragments of the statue of Guan Yu in one place with his toes.

“Gwanwoosang uses it to warm his body.”

Gongchwisan waited for the follow-up.

But that was all.

He crouched down in front of the stacking debris and patted the flint.

The fire did not catch as easily as expected.

Gong Qushan, who had become an ordinary old man, only gave his words of encouragement.

“Keep it shorter. with the power of the moment. Tak-tak!”

However, as if it had been cursed by Guan Yu, the flames were quickly extinguished even after they were lit.

In the end, the tired rival threw down the flint he was holding and jumped up.

"shit! i can't eat Old man, don’t just do it with your mouth, do it yourself.”

However, Gongchwisan pretended not to hear.

Then he was brought in by the coachman carrying an armful of twigs.

“I picked up some from the nearby forest. There were a lot more dry trees than I thought. what? By the way, did you have firewood? I am so grateful.”

The coachman put the branch down, crouched down, and banged the flint.

Like a lie, the fire was created in just one shot.

The coachman blew his hum and gradually raised the fire.

“Confucius, I think I will have to sleep in a corner of the Guanje Temple today. There is no good place to hide from the wind outside.”

"Please."

He happily nodded his head.

It was burdensome to sleep separately from the coachman every time we camped, but I think it worked out better.

“Mister, we can be together outside, but why are you always alone?”

"ah! I have to take care of horses, and there are many people who don't like it because they smell.”

“We don’t care about that, so you can stay together from now on.”

“Oops! Thank you for your words. But again, considering the horses, I like being alone.”

Having said that, he did not recommend any more.

After a while, the coachman took a pot from the wagon, put it over the fire, and prepared a simple dish.

Rice porridge is far from a dish, but in the current situation, it was as good as a high-class dish.

The three of them quickly finished a bowl of porridge and huddled together in front of a campfire.

The coachman, who was carefully examining the tomb, said a word.

“Come to think of it, there is only Gwanpyeong in Gwanjemyo? Where did Guan Yu and Zhu Chang sell them?”

When Yeonjeokha pretended not to hear, Gongchwisan stepped out.

“Looking at it earlier, I saw burnt wood on the floor. They didn’t sell it, they probably burned it.”

“Yes? do you burn? Who would be struck by lightning like that. No matter how cold it is, it's like being covered in the ground. There are so many nasty people. Isn't it?”

“I don’t believe in Guan Yu, so it’s useless to talk like that to me.”

Then the coachman immediately turned his head to Yeonjeokha.

However, Yeonjeokha's answer was more than that of Gongchwisan.

“Mr. Guan-wu would be happy if he knew that he was helpful to people.”

“Ah, yes. Well, it must be a tree, right? It might be better to burn the old statue and make a new one. Thanks to Confucius, I gain a new realization.”

The coachman changed his words like flipping the palm of his hand.

It is because he did not dare to make the second person of Green Forest into a terrible person to be struck by lightning.

The coachman, who had been dozing off, fell asleep by the fire as if he was tired.

I suddenly saw Mt. Gongchwi.

Since he entered Ryeongseokhyeon, his number of words has noticeably decreased.

Gyogu-hyeon is just around the corner, so that's understandable.

In three days at the latest, we will arrive at Mt.

three days.

He said that when he opened his mouth, he emptied everything, but fear seemed to be an exception.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You know what to ask?”

“I haven’t been kind enough to be pitied.”

“So I feel less pressure.”

“Whoops. You are the most honest guy I've ever met.”

“Did it look like that? But I am also a person for whom what I see is not everything. Don’t you know the saying to hide three pennies?”

“You learned it right. Yes, hide the three pennies. Especially in front of famous religious leaders.”

“Wouldn’t you have been hiding a little too? Why do you jump out in the middle?”

“It’s because of the eumyanggo. Since it was Yeommae who created the cult leader, I thought I could destroy it with Yeommae.”

“Do you think you succeeded?”

“Even when I was in Myeongwanggyo, I believed that I had succeeded. But looking at the fact that he asked me to come, it seems that it was in vain.”

"You're saying it's not because you feel betrayed?"

“Feeling betrayed? The sister-in-law had no expectations of me from the start. If that was the case, you wouldn't have shown me that way. To my sister-in-law, I am nothing.”

“But why do you want an old man?”

“Perhaps to mock me. You know that I am the one who wrote Yanggo.”

“Oh no way. You asked me to do this hard work just to mock an old man? Do you think that taking Baekdumkun alive is a kid’s joke?”

“Sister-in-law is a person who will remain like that.”

“That's a bit far-fetched. Think of another reason.”

“There is no other reason. Sister destroyed me, my life. I mean, it made me happy to see myself getting ruined! Kill the Master with my own hands! Killed all the death penalty! But what do you mean by force!”

Gongquan's voice grew higher and higher, and later turned into a scream.

He lost his composure in the midst of extreme tension.

It was absurd to have a relationship, but I thought that maybe he was right.

In the relationship between Gongchwisan and the famous religious leader, anything seemed possible.

The coachman tossed and turned lightly, perhaps awakened by the commotion.

I was envious of the coachman who had been linking for a moment.

Like him, I wanted to be a perfect stranger who didn't have to feel responsible for Gongchushan's death.

But he dipped his toe too deep for that.

‘I wasn’t going to Mt. Fungji… … .’

I shouldn't have met the famous religious leader.

He shouldn't have made a promise even if he couldn't pitch it.

Then, I suddenly thought, 'Wouldn't Gongchwisan also have such regrets?'

Seeing him with half-beggar half-dead eyes, it seems like he would know without asking.

It is clear that the famous religious leader is a more terrible person than he thought.

If he only dragged himself in to instill fear, despair, and self-loathing in Gong Quishan, he succeeded.

Unlike a few months ago when he seemed detached, he now looks like he has fallen into abyss.

***

Shanxi.

parish prefecture.

New Shicho (3:00 p.m.).

The wagon carrying Lianzhihe and Gongqushan finally entered Jiaogu County.

Fengji Mountain is half an hour's drive (1 hour) by horse-drawn carriage.

Contrary to Gongchwisan's blood-drying heart, the coachman's face was bright.

This is because the end of the long journey is in sight.

Although it is a job that is paid for, it is understandable since I have been working non-stop for several months.

Normally, he would take a break from time to time, but the coachman rather urged his words.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who couldn't see Gongchwisan's pale face, asked sneakily.

“How about we take a break and then go?”

"Okay. It's only painful to watch the crazy sword dance for a long time.”

"is it."

I didn't recommend any more serialization.

Wouldn't it be known if another way was created by dragging the time?

If the outcome is fixed anyway, it would be better to reduce the time of agony.

Finally, the carriage arrived at the entrance of Mt. Fungji.

When the carriage stopped at an appropriate place, Yan Zihe and Gongquan Mountain came out.

“Wait for me here, coachman! I'll be right back.”

“Yes, yes.”

The coachman didn't even come down from the driver's seat.

“Let’s go.”

When Yan Jehe went ahead, Gong Quishan followed with slow steps.

He must have climbed the mountain about an hour (15 minutes) ago?

A middle-aged man fell from the air in front of the two of them.

I hesitated at the appearance of him, who seemed to have suddenly fallen from the sky.

I don't know if it's ignorant or not.

One of the Eight Emperors, Taebaek Seonin (太白仙人) opened his mouth with a grave face.

“I came to meet the two of you by order of the headmaster. If you don't want to enter the Eight Gates, Palsangjin, follow me.”

After speaking, he turned around and strode away.

The fact that he never looked back was that he didn't care whether he fell into a broken arm or not.

Supporting Gongquan Mountain, who was clearly tired of talking, followed him.

Taebaek Seonin turned around whenever a fork in the road or a pole with an amulet came out.

Straight It took quite a while because it wasn't going up, but the jeokha didn't complain.

That's why it's a hundred times better than falling into an eight-door battle without an ally to rely on.

After climbing the mountain for about half an hour (1 hour), a signpost with ‘Seonnyeoam’ appeared.

Seeing the hermitage in the distance, Taebaek Seonin's pace quickened.

If it wasn't to let go of the offense just to be beaten at least once, it would mean that I was freed from the influence of Eight Doors and Eight Sangjins.

The distance grew wider, but the rival did not call him.

It's sad, but more than that, it's to say goodbye to Gongchwisan.

"gaffer. Please tell me if you have anything to ask. With what I can hear.”

“Could you take me and run away?”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

When Yeon Jeokhe came out seriously, Gongquashan stopped walking.

“Now that I think about it, it seems that the essence of Taeilgwan lies not in ‘Jingujeongdanbeop(眞九鼎丹法)’ but in ‘Taesangjeongil Advent Shinju(太上正一降臨神呪)’. After all, the sister-in-law also became a famous religious leader with that spell.”

"so?"

“Memorize this mantra wholeheartedly. That is my last request. ‘If you put down all ties and do not raise even a single hair, that is the pre-birth, the truth, the infinite. If you melt into the emptiness of the beginning [太虛], you will forget your consciousness in the place where sex and life enter. Only after forgetting the ceremony can I meet the gods, so nine dragons will come down from Jade Cheong.’”

It was the incantation of ‘Taesangjeongil Advent Divine Liturgy’, which is said to bring you in touch with the gods.

Chapter end