Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 53

Published at 3rd of May 2023 06:49:40 AM

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Chapter 53 -  I'm a big fan

Shim Yang-gak, a former secret swordsman, reacted sensitively to the word hell, perhaps because his conscience was stabbed.

"omg! Hell?”

“There is also Gucheonhyeonnyeo, but there is no hell. The Simbeop memorized by Old Man Shim was learned directly from the Hyeonnyeo Gucheon.”

“Is it true?”

Shim Yang-gak glanced at Yeonjeok-ha with a half-confident face.

Gucheon Hyeonnyeo is a woman in mythology. It was astonishing that she learned directly from the legendary Gucheon Hyeonnyeo. However, it was difficult to deny that Yeonjeokha was like that.

“I don’t care if Old Sim believes it or not. However, when old Sim regains his inner strength with a 300-character ballot, ‘Ah! Live while thinking that hell is waiting for you.”

“Y-why is that?”

Even though Shim Yang-gak was happy to hear that he was “recovering his inner strength,” he felt uncomfortable when he said, “What about hell?”

“I told you. If there is a fairy, there is also a hell. Didn't she think it would work out just killing anyone? As long as she considers losing her inner skills as punishment.”

“… … .”

An awkward smile appeared on Shenyanggak's lips.

He never felt guilty in his life. He did it because he had only seen stealing, beating, and killing since he was young. If he hadn't fallen in love with the coin, he would have lived unknowingly.

However, he feels something when he is ignored even by a guy like Hwang Yo-myeong, who is a reader. It's like the sadness of the weak who have to be trampled on by the strong without any countermeasures.

As Yeonjeokha said, I don't know if there is a hell, but I felt like I vaguely knew the line between right and wrong. It was different from the distinction between the right and left factions.

“Brother Yeon.”

"why?"

“Is the child locked up in a warehouse for ten years, Yeon-hyung?”

If you look at Yeonjeokha, you can feel the untainted innocence. He has the ferocity of a warm spring day and a summer storm.

He was a person who was far from the promiscuous selfishness of people in a relationship. Shall we say that it is like seeing nature that has never been touched by humans?

"what? Does this body look so weak?”

“Hee hee hee… … .”

Shen Yang-gak laughed poodle poodle.

It was new for him to show off his bluff like a child of his age.

“Old Sim.”

"yes."

“You know what the simbeop we learned?”

“Isn’t it a true story of nine thousand days?”

“Yes, at the end of the jingyeong, there is a text that reads, ‘If a gold flower blooms in a seated position, the fish will become a daebung [天花亂墜 鯤化爲鵬]’. One day, the Merchant of Heaven and Earth told me about this ‘Gun Hwa Yu Fung’. It's pretty painful for a fish to turn into a bird. lets think. Fish and birds are very different in appearance.”

"ah!"

Shenyanggak nodded with a blank face.

He feels that pain more than anyone else.

Maybe he'll die before he's even born.

"Old Sim won't take ten years like me."

"yes… … .”

It was only then that Shen Yang-gak knew how Yeon Jeok-he was going to accept the ten years he had been imprisoned.

“Looking back, I mean. It was really like underwater. Even breathing was stuffy, it felt like I was alone in another world, and I couldn’t see far.”

“… … .”

“Old Sim is like that now too, isn’t it?”

“Hehe, to be honest, not that much.”

“Obong tengeol has one hundred characters, and Sim Old Man has learned three hundred characters. Do you know what that means?”

"I do not know."

“The perfect nine-thousand-nine-days truth that Gu-cheon-hyeonnyeo taught me is nine-hundred-ja. A white porcelain ball will give you the power of a hundred characters, and three hundred characters will give you the power of three hundred characters.”

"okay."

“That means Old Sim will be at least three times stronger than the five-and-ten-girls.”

For a moment, Shenyanggak felt a chilling shudder.

The Five Bon 10 Girls will someday become masters of the provincial level only with the white porcelain ball game.

But you're going to be three times stronger than that?

“There is nothing to like too much. Old Sim might die of old age before then.”

"omg! no way If that were the case, Heaven would not have allowed me to write three hundred characters.”

"huh? Could it be that you decided to believe that Madu, like Old Man Sim, is ‘God’s Will’?”

“Hehe, it’s madura to a crippled person like me. It is too much to say.”

"shit. don't laugh like that That’s why people call it the Gumilbokgeom.”

Shim Yang-gak, who was tidying up his beard with a grim face, asked.

“Did Yeon-hyung make golden flowers bloom?”

"of course. I am Daebung.”

“I respect you, brother.”

Yeonjeokha startled and shuddered.

It seems strange to hear such a thing from a gray-haired old man.

Yeoju.

Bogwangsa Temple.

Bogwangsa was turned upside down by the visit of the Shaolin Temple elders, Master Gong Gong and the five Arhats. Moo-gwang, the abbot, and the monks rushed out in front of the empty ambassador.

“Namu Amitabha. Ambassador, why are you here... … .”

Mu-gwang could not understand that the empty ambassador came suddenly. This is because Bogwangsa is an ordinary temple that has nothing to do with Murim. Why did the monks of Shaolin Temple come when the monks weren't even doing the usual physical training?

Ambassador Blank responded with a half-jointed palm and said.

“I understand that Venerable Yangwon has a record at Bogwangsa Temple.”

“Ah, Venerable Yangwon went away ten days ago and he hasn’t returned yet.”

Unaware of the relationship between Ambassador Gong and Venerable Yangwon, Mu-gwang looked at the monks with bewildered eyes.

However, the seated monks also shook their heads left and right, not knowing what was going on.

“Actually, Venerable Yangwon is my older brother. Only Venerable Jeongmyeong, who shared a room with Venerable Yangwon, knew about it.”

“Ah, I see.”

“A few days ago, I received a letter from Venerable Jeongmyeong. He said that Venerable Yangwon was missing.”

“People, are you missing? Soseung only thought that he had gone far for personal reasons... … .”

The blood drained from Mu-gwang's face.

“If you were going to be away for that long, Monk Jeongmyeong would have said something. He said he never returned after going out for alms as usual.”

Ambassador Blank no longer felt the need to talk to the abbot, Moo-gwang. Because he had absolutely no information that could be gleaned from him.

“I want to meet Venerable Jeongmyeong, who was said to have been in the same room as Venerable Yangwon.”

“Ah, yes. If it is Monk Jeongmyeong, he will be at the inn.”

Moo-gwang hurriedly guided the empty ambassador to the lodging.

“You are here.”

Jeongmyeong, who was reading Buddhist scriptures at the inn, was not surprised as if he had been waiting.

“Thank you for contacting us. Is it true that Venerable Yangwon disappeared while on an alms-round?”

"yes. Because he never said he was going anywhere.”

“Do you know where Venerable Yangwon usually goes for alms?”

“He mainly went to Maesan and Sangha. He liked the scenery of Maesan and the middle school students in the upper and lower parts.”

A light flashed in the eyes of the ambassador blank.

Now he seems to have caught a clue of something.

Master Gong immediately bid farewell to Jeongmyeong and ran to Maesan with the five Arhats.

However, he wandered around the Maesan area all day, but he could not get anything.

The next day, the empty ambassador party moved up and down.

I wandered up and down all morning, but no one remembered the dervish 10 days ago.

It is about the time when the empty ambassador is slowly getting tired because there is no income.

An old man begging at the entrance of his alley beckoned to Ambassador Gong.

The old man who glanced left and right whispered so quickly that it was difficult to understand.

He said, “I went to Yeohe.”

"what did you say?"

“How?”

The old man, frustrated, pointed his finger toward the river.

And he immediately rolled up the mat that had been sitting on his hip and left.

Knowing that conversation was no longer possible, Ambassador Gong went out to the riverside with the Arhats.

The reeds that had just risen were swaying in the spring breeze.

When they came out to the riverside, the empty ambassadors and the party could not do anything.

Not a single boat was seen along the river, let alone a fisherman.

First of all, the blank ambassador and the Arhats scattered widely and searched the riverside.

Has it been two hours (four hours)?

Mongok, an Arhat searching through the reed forest, shouted.

“Sabaek! There is something here!”

The empty ambassadors and Arhats quickly gathered around Mungok.

The shallowly buried cloth was swept away by the rain and wind, revealing part of its figure.

When Ambassador Gong Gong glanced at him, he pulled on what Moongok was holding.

Tuduk.

A cloth came up slightly over the soil.

It was part of a large battery.

But the battery didn't move anymore as if it was stuck somewhere.

The battery fell off only when Mungok and the Arhats dug out the soil around them with both hands.

Moongok untied the ropes that bound the battery.

Surprisingly, what came out of the bag was a separate human torso and head.

Ambassador Blank carefully checked his head.

"omg! Tongue, bro... … .”

The corrupted head belonged to the missing Yangwon.

As if caught in a gust of wind, the Seungpo of the ambassador blank fluttered violently.

After a while, Ambassador Gong, who calmed his anger, carefully examined Yangwon's torso.

“Um… … . famous school.”

The body is dried up like a mummy.

This was a phenomenon that appeared in the bodies used as sacrifices for famous religions.

Luoyang.

Gonghyeon Samhyangjuru.

Four men are sitting around a large round table and drinking. They were Baekse Sangbang's ark Lee Se-chang, Acting Agent Lee Yeon-bok, and Samjin Sangbang's Ark Cheon Tae-sang and Acting Agent Cheon Yaksoo.

On the splendid stage prepared in front, a beautiful lyre was playing the pipa and cheering up, but the men's expressions were not bright.

Nine escorts stood behind the four men with calm faces. Four of them were waryongjang warriors, and the other five were martial arts warriors.

As the expression of the ark and the agents hardened, the complexion of the escort warriors also darkened.

Finally, one of them banged the table and shouted.

Samjin Sangbang’s agent was Cheon Yaksu.

“It’s too much to listen to! Are you saying you want to eat our Samjin Sangbang’s Gonghyeonyo (鞏縣窯, pottery producer) for free?”

Gonghyeonyo is a place where pottery called Dangsamchae is produced. Dangsamchae is a porcelain decorated with green, white, and brown glaze, and is also a specialty of Luoyang.

Baekse Sangbang's agent, Lee Yeon-bok, sneered.

" Free? How much money did Samjin Sangbang borrow from Baekse Sangbang? Instead of forgiving the debt, they told me to hand over the management of Gonghyeonyo, but why is that free?”

Then, the cheonyaksoo responded harshly.

“Damn it! Where is Simbo, a thief who would hand over Gonghyeonyo for only 10,000 nyang of a hermit? If I manage Gonghyeonyo for three or four years, I have more than enough money to pay it off!”

From the point of view of Samjin Sangbang, there is no such thing as a thief.

The revenue earned from Gonghyeonyo exceeds 3,000 nyang a year. They said they would take it for 10,000 yen of debt, but they didn't raise a knife, but there are no robbers.

“Ugh! What a thief! I know that words are everything! You who want to take other people's money are thieves!”

At Lee Yeon-bok's swearing, the atmosphere fell below the rank, and now it is no longer strange to swing his fist.

Cheon Tae-sang and Cheon Yak-soo of Samjin Sangbang glared at Lee Yeon-bok while grinding their teeth. It's just astonishing to see a guy who farts get angry, and a guy like a gangster run wild.

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