Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 779

Published at 28th of September 2023 06:33:37 AM

Chapter 779 - I'm not a crazy old man

Then Shimtong said to Yeon Jeok-ha, who was trying not to incur resentment.

“Gongja. Originally, the person who is being victimized is the law to resent even if only one finger is broken. What kind of useless worries are you thinking about?”

"is it?"

I thought that there was some truth in the words of the thin-eared jeokha.

There was probably no one who did not resent the opponent even if some of his limbs were broken or cut off.

“Because it is. By the way, if you go to Tang, it's the opposite of Seokgyeongjang, so what should I do? When I think of my mother-in-law, I think going to the Namgung family is the first priority.”

I shook my head in a row.

Since there will be no people in Seokgyeongjang, if you want to give birth to a baby, you have to go to the Namgung family.

However, if that happens, it will be delayed in saving Old Man Dang, Wol-ah, and Geum-ah.

'What is it?'

Then Shimtong that had been waiting for an answer shifted the topic slightly.

“By the way, has your body recovered? Yesterday, even a short walk was difficult.”

“Your body is relaxed, but my aura is a bit slow?”

“You say your spirits are slow?”

“Uh, I had a good breakfast for about half an hour there, and I was able to recover.”

Yeon Jeok-ha looked at Shim Tong and Namgung-yeon with an ambiguous face.

In the sky of kings, half an hour was enough, but now it was so slow that I could feel it.

“Here?”

“Very slow. Frustrating enough.”

“Is it right to recover?”

“Uh, if you eat breakfast, you will recover steadily. Old Sim knows that too. Unlike there, the speed of recovery of spirits is very slow. It does not recover at all during daily life. It feels like I’m being forced to fill it up when I can’t.”

“Why?”

I looked at Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon with despondent eyes.

Namgungyeon, who was thinking deeply about her, opened her mouth.

“Maybe it’s because of the spirit, I don’t know.”

“Is it because it’s a spirit?”

Then Shimtong was even more difficult to understand.

This is because what is more outstanding than Kang Ho's 'resistance' is the 'reiki' learned in the sky of kings.

“This place and the main god there are different. Have you ever heard the name of the Jade Emperor in Kuju? At least, the most similar was Daejajaecheon, a synonym for Oral Beomcheon. Other than that nickname, there was no god we knew.”

“Mother, what does it have to do with the slow recovery of spiritual energy?”

“Reiki is a spiritual energy, that is, an energy that essentially belongs to the realm of God. If the main god of the two worlds is different, it will not be easily accepted. It’s like it’s difficult for one person to practice yin and yang inner energy.”

“Yes? So you're saying you might not be able to use your spirit?”

“I don’t think it was fundamentally blocked because I was able to recover through luck. However, unexpected difficulties will follow. Something like slow recovery of spirits.”

“Phew! That much is fine. I was worried that I would not be able to use my aura.”

Suddenly, Namgungyeon saw Yeonjeokha.

"Brother."

"yes?"

“Is the Gucheon Sword Spirit okay?”

“Yes, I feel the same energy as before in the gikyungpalmaek and shinmaek.”

“Good thing. I was worried what would happen if the creator god’s consecration was so strong that the Nine Heaven Sword Spirit had a problem.”

“I was also nervous about that, but when I woke up in the morning, I could feel the spirit of the sword. however… … .”

Yeonjeokha muddled her words.

It's a little different from when Gucheon Geomryeong was in Guju.

"What?"

“I can feel the energy… … I don’t feel any emotions.”

“Feelings?”

I didn't know what Shimtong without a sword spirit was, so I only blinked my eyes.

Unlike him, Namgungyeon face was serious.

The Sword Spirit is a personal being, and communication was possible in the mystical realm.

Then, when he finally becomes one with the sword spirit, it changes to sharing his emotions.

Like Yeon Jeok-ha, ‘not feeling emotions’ meant ‘disruption of communication’.

“Confucius, what do you mean you don’t feel emotions?”

“When you accept the sword spirit into your body, you feel each other's emotions like joy, anger and sorrow. But I don't feel it. How is your sister?”

Only then did Namgungyeon hurriedly focus her consciousness on his sword spirit.

"ah!"

A groan escaped from her mouth.

It was because she was silent, as if her sword spirit was also deeply asleep.

“Is your sister like that too?”

“Yes.”

Namgungyeon seemed surprised for a moment, but she calmly accepted the reality.

“Is it because the sword spirit is a spiritual being?”

“I think so.”

Shimtong, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, intervened.

“Then, will you no longer be able to see Confucius’ sword spirit?”

Yeon Jeok-ha and Shimtong turned to Namgung-yeon.

From some time ago, to the two of them, Namgung-yeon was an existence without notice.

“That won’t be it.”

“Whew!”

A sigh of relief escaped from his lips.

She shared feelings for him, but the Gucheon Geomryeong wasn't just a Shingeom (神劍).

“When will we be able to communicate with the Sword Spirit again?”

“The Lord will allow it.”

“The Jade Emperor?”

The rivalry that once entered and trained as a shaman faction immediately reminded me of the Jade Emperor.

Namgungyeon smiled and nodded her head.

“If God permits the Jade Emperor or anyone else to take responsibility for this.”

Yeonjeokha's eyes twinkled at the words 'a responsible god'.

“Could she be a wise woman from Gucheon?”

“Would it be possible?”

“Then, can we pray to Lady Gucheon for help?”

"That's a good way too."

Beside her, ShimTong nodded her head with a serious face.

Had she been the same before, she might have laughed, but now that she's been to 'Heaven of Kings', she doesn't.

It is because she learned that the world she sees is not everything.

Then she suddenly realized that she hadn't decided where she was going yet.

“By the way, Confucius and his wife, where are you planning to go?”

He had to drive a carriage, so he was curious.

Yeonjeokha scratched his head.

Now that the spiritual energy to go long distances with fortune telling was not gathered, the wagon was much better than going short distances while depleting not only spiritual energy but also physical strength.

In that case, there is no choice but to choose between Namgung-yeon and her party song first.

It is like turning around and returning to the starting point.

At that time, she said Namgungyeon.

“You can drop by the village clinic to have a baby, so it’s better to go to the party first.”

However, Yeon Jeok-ha thought differently.

Rep. Baek, whom I met yesterday, said, “Think about pregnant women.”

She says that her level is high and she uses a carriage, but that is when she is single.

She couldn't do that when she thought of Namgung-yeon, who grunted and hugged her stomach even in the slightest shock.

“Old Sim.”

"yes."

“Go to the Jungyang Prosecutor’s Office and tell them to go to Tang or Sichuan Murim and tell them what I have to say. If you touch even a single hair of the people of Seokgyeongjang, I will destroy any sect.”

"yes!"

Then Shimtong that arose from the seat disappeared like the wind.

Namgung-yeon shook her head excitedly at the resolute attitude of her sister-in-law.

These were the words spoken by the man who cultivated the art of speech, and he was sure to keep them.

No, even if she's not eloquent, she doesn't talk nonsense on his level.

This is because words are related to will.

A will that is broken once is bound to be broken two or three times, so it will never be reversed.

‘The Sichuan Murim must make a wise choice… … .’

However, if they joined hands even after knowing that Tang Ga would oppose Shigyeongjang, there was a high possibility that Yeonjeokha's warning would also be ignored.

If blood is blowing in the Sichuan Murim, is it his fault? Is it Sichuan Murim's fault?

Namgungyeon let out a sigh and looked at Yeonjeokha.

"Brother."

“Yes, but no matter what my sister says, I will do it my way.”

She drew a line in advance, fearing that Namgung-yeon would dissuade him.

Then she said in a calm tone.

“I know you won't back down. I just want you to keep this in mind. We became blunt in killing as we passed through ‘Heaven of Kings’. Don't forget the heart that was afraid and trembling at the beginning of harming life. If you forget that, you and I will be no different from the true gods in the ‘Heaven of Kings’. I hope we don't live in the grip of selfish desires.”

"You mean don't harm people?"

"Yes."

“I will keep in mind. I am not a bad person.”

Namgungyeon looked at Yeonjeokha with sympathetic eyes.

A typhoon or a tsunami like a mountain is not a bad thing in itself.

One day he will come to know who he is.

three days after that.

Busan Prefecture.

Through the early evening darkness, a small wagon moved slowly over the Guandu.

It was the carriage of Yeonjeokha party.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who was looking out the window, shouted so that the coachman's Shimtong could be heard.

“Old Sim! That's why I told you to just rest! The sun has already gone down, what can I do!”

“I must have seen a signpost that said Busan-hyun 10 li (about 4 km)! Didn't Confucius just say let's go!”

“That was because old man Shim was talking about 10 li. It seems that not 10 li, but 50 li (about 20 km) has passed. Are you going to keep going like this!”

“So what? There is no village.”

“Looking for a village, they’re going to leak me! Let's put it in the right place and sleep! My sister is having a hard time and she's breaking out in a cold sweat!”

“… … .”

Simtong, who had been talking back without losing, only then looked around him in a hurry.

But, oddly enough, the right place was nowhere to be found.

‘Damn it! I saw a sign that said 10 li in Busan. Why don't they come out?'

Maybe because I was in a hurry, I couldn't find a suitable place.

The mouth of the Shimtong dried up amidst the constant noise of the river dropper.

Let's do it for a while (15 minutes).

A light came into the eyes of Simtong, who was frantically looking left and right.

“Confucius! I see a light over there! I will take you there!”

“Shut up and drive the wagon! My sister is going to run out of breath!”

"yes! yes!"

Shimtong in my haste shook the reins violently once, and the carriage sped up.

Kooddudd—! thud-!

The wagon wobbled once, as if a stone had caught on the wheel.

Momentarily, a rebel inside the carriage screamed loudly.

“Who are you trying to kill? Can't you be careful?"

'omg!'

When the startled Shimtong pulled the reins, the carriage speed plummeted and a sense of stability was restored.

Mindong made his way toward the light, paying close attention to the wagon's shaking.

After a while, the carriage stopped in front of the old Toji God Tomb.

Judging from the state of the tomb, it has been quite a while since no one took care of it.

It seemed.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

As she came the short distance, she was so nervous that her whole body was wet with sweat.

It's all because of Yeon Jeok-ha's words, "Sister is out of breath."

“Prince, we have arrived. I think we can rest here and then go.”

But Yeonjeokha was quiet.

Thinking that something happened to her mother-in-law, Shim Tong jumped up and got off in front of the carriage door.

“Gongja?”

When he called urgently, the door opened and Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon came out one after another.

However, Namgung-yeon's complexion, which was said to be out of breath when she broke out in a cold sweat, was very normal.

“Old Sim, what are you sweating like that? Are you sick anywhere?”

“Didn’t your mother-in-law say she was sick?”

“When did I say he was sick?”

“Didn’t you say you were out of breath?”

"It's not? Did I just say, ‘I’m out of breath’?”

At the shameless attitude of the Yeon jeokha, Shimtong belatedly realized that he was making fun of her.

Namgungyeon shook her head at Shimtong as she stood blankly.

Shimtong, but Gamo is fine, so she turned around, thinking that she was lucky.

Inside the tomb of the god of land, there was a passenger.

The old man who was grilling something hard over the campfire said with a quick glance.

“What are you looking at? I am not a crazy old man.”

Chapter end