Published at 23rd of August 2023 09:02:55 AM
Chapter 494 - we are swordsmen
Fungji Mountain.
shrine.
After climbing the mountain for about half an hour (1 hour), the road split in front of a huge rock.
The venerable Yuktong glanced back in front of a signboard with the words ‘Seonnyeoam’ written on it.
It was as if they were making sure they were following properly.
When Yeonjeokha shot at him, the Venerable Luk Tong shrugged his shoulders and then moved on again.
“How strange it feels.”
I didn't like the quiet Mt.
If Baekdumgun appeared and started a fight, it would be annoying, but I would feel at ease.
There are no conflicts, so it should be good, but why does it feel like I'm falling into a pit?
Cheongwoon Sword Namgungcheon said a word.
“Let’s think positively. In fact, a famous religious leader has never had a fight before.”
As if agreeing, Gu Cheon-no also shook his head in pain.
"you're right. The Baekdu Horse Army and the Twelve Horse Soldiers were raging, but the priest was silent. Confucius.”
“That’s true, but it’s not a relationship where we’re being kindly guided. I turned the eight emperors into obsolete people. But the teacher is so kind? Old Sim has a lot of experience as a strongman, but isn’t he okay?”
“Originally, the inside of a person is unknown. who knows Is it because Gongjnim likes it? Isn't the religious leader insane?”
"what? If the headmaster is insane, you should be more careful.”
“So what? What would you like us to do for you? You want me to descend the mountain, leaving Confucius alone? I don't know what other people do, but I can't do that.”
Old sim stubbornly kept his mouth shut and walked quickly.
Namgoongchun also helped out.
"me too. Knowing that the leader is a dangerous person, I have no intention of sending you alone.”
"older brother."
“Don't try to bear all the burden yourself. The more difficult and dangerous the work, the more companions are needed. We are not children who need your protection.”
“I didn’t think of it as a child… … .”
“Hey jeokha. we are swordsmen The way we choose to live is far from peace or safety. If you don't like that, you should throw away the knife and start farming. is not it?"
"ha."
Yeonjeokha did not refute.
It was because I thought that talking more would only kill my colleague's morale.
As he walked away with a confused look on his face, Namgoong-yeon, who had been married, approached and whispered to him.
“Neither my brother nor the people of Seokgyeongjang are weak. Even if you go through difficult things, no one will resent you. How can there be only good days in life? You have to go through the storm together to deepen the family's morale.”
That was the mindset of Namgung-yeon, who grew up in the Moorim family.
When she was told that she was going through storms and storms together, she didn't think about it any longer.
Just as she doesn't want to put them in danger, neither do they.
According to today, the word Gangho touched her heart heavily.
Namgungcheon is right.
The way of life the prosecutor has chosen is far from peaceful or safe.
If you don't like that, you should have thrown away the knife.
She clenched her fists tightly and made a promise to herself.
She's going to defend her own people somehow.
As they approached the fairy arm, the faces of her party became tense.
Hundreds of famous religious leaders holding colorful flags lined up in an orderly manner in front of the entrance to Seonnyeoam.
Yeomwanggak at the entrance of Mt. Pungji is incomparably huge.
If the day you go is a market day, is it possible that a famous church meeting is being held?
Then jeokha jumped off and landed next to the Venerable Yuktong.
“Hey, uncle. What's going on today?"
“None.”
“But what are these people? People who don’t know it will think it’s an open war.”
“Do you think that the headmaster is acknowledging the Seokgyeongjang to that extent?”
“If I get recognized twice, I will die over the game. It's a show of force, no matter who sees it."
“So are you afraid?”
The Master of Six Tongs glanced at Yeonjeokha.
He was honestly surprised by himself.
He did not expect that he would be preparing for such a grandiose welcome on the mountain.
‘The headmaster is the kind of person who won’t even blink an eye even if Hocheonmaeng invades… … .’
Even if you look closely, you can see that all the people in Mt. Fungji have been mobilized.
Is this enough preparation for the visit of Seokgyeongjang? No matter how much I thought about it, it was difficult to understand.
"Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to get tired."
“Your expression is that of a refreshed face that has already finished its business.”
The Luk Tong Venerable admired Yeonjeokha's boldness.
Contrary to his words, his face was not much different from when he saw it in the Seokgyeongjang.
“Are those holding the flag the Twelve Horsemen?”
Yeonjeokha pointed to about thirty people lined up on the left and right.
The flags they were holding had four letters written on them: “Heaven and Heaven,” “Infants alone,” “Samgyegaego,” and “Adang Anji.”
“You have great eyesight. That's right. The Twelve Horses are only qualified to raise the flag.”
“Wow. Twelve horsemen are teeming with them.”
An exclamation escaped from the young man's mouth.
This is what I said based on my memories of seeing it in the previous release of Uguksa, but it is really twelve horse soldiers.
It seems that Seonnyeoam was buried in the flag.
Behind the jockeys, hundreds of orthodox masters who have committed themselves to famous schools are a bonus.
“Isn’t that too much of a welcome?”
“… … .”
The venerable Yuktong did not reply and quickly entered the front gate of Seonnyeoam.
He thought so too, so he had nothing to say.
Then jeokha who had just entered the front door turned his head slightly at the stinging gaze.
The first thing that caught my eye was the flag of ‘infant independence’.
Soon, the rider's eyes met.
'omg!'
The owner of the bloodshot eyes, shining with resentment, was Baek Mi-joo, his aunt.
When Yeon Jeok-ha, startled, stopped, Namgung-yeon asked.
"what's the matter?"
“It’s no big deal. I'll talk to you later.”
Leaving behind Baek Mi-joo's gaze of the murderous rival, he went inside.
It's her aunt. It doesn't matter.
Now, her head was about to explode just from worrying about the people of the Stone Sutra.
Unlike the outside, which was crowded with twelve horse soldiers and religious leaders, the inside of Seonnyeoam was quiet.
There were only three old men standing in a row in front of the island stone of the shrine.
“Kreurreu-.”
The mouth of the jeokha who had turned his head inadvertently at the growl sounded wide open.
A body the size of a bull with three heads resembling a dog?
Lavred spittle dripped down his chin, and white smoke billowed out like quenching hot iron each time.
It's surprising even if you have a lot of experience fighting monsters, so it goes without saying to other people.
"omg! Confucius. Look over there.”
He turned his gaze away from the fuss of heartache.
'What else is that? Is it a monster?'
At the place where Heart Pain pointed, a pitch-black human horse stood like a stone statue.
The party's gaze focused on the black knight.
“Monster… … is it?"
Namgung-yeon shook her head at Namgung-cheon's confident words.
“There's no way a monster could be so quiet. It seems different from the monsters we met before.”
Then, suddenly, the door to the shrine opened wide.
"It's really like a decade old. saw well The Black Knight is different from the monsters you knew before.”
Arm Hwangsinmo carefully looked at Yeonjeokha and his party along with her words.
'There must be an offering for an unknown god among them.'
who would be chosen?
Considering the majesty of the 'nameless god', he would not be an ordinary person.
The Eighthwangsinmo's gaze stopped at Namgungyeon.
Just in time, Namgoongyeon asked.
"What's different about the monsters I've met before?"
Eighthwangsinmo readily replied that she had no intention of hiding it.
“The ‘demons of hell’ you met before are all ‘messengers of the underworld’. But they are not 'messengers of the underworld'. Do you know what I mean?”
"You're not from 'the other side'?"
It seemed that Namgung-yeon vaguely knew what her arm, Hwangsinmo, said.
Is it a story about another world like ‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon’?
“You are a wise boy. Do you want to know about the world they came from?”
“Not at all.”
Namgungyeon cut it like her sword.
A smile like that of a Bodhisattva formed on the lips of Hwangsinmo, her arm.
"i get it. We'll talk about that later. By the way, did you bring the book?”
Yeonjeokha answered the question of the Eighthwangsinmo.
“I brought it. Can I just give you the book?”
“Yes, give the book and ‘go’. That much I can tell you with certainty.”
“‘I will send you to the underworld’ is not a joke. He knows the weight of words, so can I trust him?”
“Whoops, can it be that the other world is for people with bright futures? i won't kill you Are you relieved now?”
I saw Namgung-yeon, who was in love with Eighthwangsinmo's confirmation.
Namgoongyeon nodded her head.
It is because there is no other meaning in her revealed words.
When she gave her permission, her rival took out the 'Bumcheon Desire King Jaecheon' from her bosom.
The Eighthwangsinmo only glanced at Yeonjeokha and did not ask about the book.
That kind of attitude got on the Jeokha nerves.
I expected several questions, such as whether the book is correct, whether there is anything copied, whether the book has been damaged, and so on.
She had a hard time memorizing the correct answer, but she didn't even ask?
Unlike her conversation with Namgoong-yeon, her face is now sullen.
With her monopoly on her ancient books, she even caused the 'killing of the Eight Emperors'.
When Yeonjeokha approached the shrine with an ancient book, Baekdu Demon soldiers blocked his way.
To be precise, it was difficult to advance as they were blocked by the Baekduma forces.
Taebaek Seonin held out his hand to the hesitant Yeonjeokha.
He handed over the old book obediently.
Seeing that Hwangsinmo Pal doesn't say much, it seems that her own role has ended here.
Soon, the Taebaek sage held up the old book with both hands and approached the gyoju.
Handed over her book, Pal Hwangsinmo nodded her head.
'Bumcheon desire world king Jaecheon.'
At this point, it is to the extent that he thinks that he is fatefully connected with 'The Sky of Kings'.
After slowly closing the book, she said to Yeonjeokha.
“It is time to part.”
“Then let’s go. Anything more to say?”
Pal Hwangsinmo raised her hand instead of answering her.
Then, as if she had waited, Baekdu's demon soldiers cut off the gap between Yeon Jeok-ha and the party.
“What are we going to do?”
To the sharp words of Yeonjeokha, the Eighthwangsinmo replied in a calm tone.
“It looks like the Baekduma soldiers are going to see you off, what’s wrong?”
“Do you think I am stupid? Why did the Baekduma soldiers go with me? Do you want to split it up?”
"That's right, isn't it a courtesy to you?"
“Don’t talk like bullshit. Move! If you don't get out of the way, I'll make you a demon god that you all respect!”
Then jeokha shouted at the Baekduma forces and immediately took out a blue silk from his bosom.
Woo woo-.
A dazzling beam of light poured from the end.
Surprised by the curse, the Baekduma soldiers also reflexively pulled out their favorite soldiers.
Chchchang-.
As the atmosphere became gloomy, even the Twelve Horsemen outside and the masters of the famous religion rushed in.
In the blink of an eye, the front yard of the shrine was filled with colorful flags and famous religious leaders.
He gritted the Jeokha.
Due to the extreme tension, the surrounding noise disappeared, and only the sound of the beating heart was heard.
I couldn't believe it, but the famous teacher who trains 'Eonryong' struck me in the back!
The unexpected ending made my blood boil.
'OK! I'll open the gates of hell if you want!'
If you pile up the corpses of the Baekdu Horse Army and the Twelve Horse Soldiers, the road to hell will unfold on Mount Pungji.
Chapter end
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