Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 791

Published at 28th of September 2023 06:46:46 AM

Chapter 791 - So how has the world changed?

Usa Hwang Won-ik, the foreign commander of Cheonryongmun, thought he was possessed by magic.

It's just like how the mercury made the dry package and the rug disappear a moment ago.

However, magic can also kill people.

Especially when it comes to illusions that are as close to perfection as they are now.

I don't know why, but it seemed like the dry weight package and rug were also nearby.

As Shangqing Palace rose to the point where it looked like the size of a palm, the temperature dropped further.

What a realistic illusion!

The smell of the cold wind and the bizarre feeling of standing on air, none of them are lacking.

It won't really fly, but if it falls, it will surely die.

He instinctively clung to his brother's arm and shouted.

“Sah, save me!”

“Who killed you?”

“I will secretly arrange a meeting between Lord Cheonryongmun and Yeonjangju.”

“I don’t need that.”

“What do you want from me then?”

“Tell me how many times. It's a guide.”

“I will guide you, so release this illusion first. It's because I'm afraid that my dizziness and upset stomach won't excuse me any time soon. If I vomit... … .”

“You can vomit.”

He didn't even look back.

It didn't matter anyway, as the vomit he vomited would fall down anyway.

“Oops! Wow!”

In the end, Hwang Won-ik bent his waist and took out what he ate for lunch.

When his stomach calmed down after a while, Hwang Won-ik sniffed him.

'That's strange. It must smell... … .’

I couldn't find that sour smell peculiar to vomit anywhere.

“Why are you sniffing like a dog?”

“Obviously I vomited and it didn’t smell.”

"of course. The thing you threw up must be somewhere down there.”

Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha pointed under the clouds.

Hwang Won-ik's eyes followed Yeon Jeok-ha's fingertips and headed down the clouds.

“Hut!”

Of course, I still thought it was Mt. Cheongseong, but I could see the river.

I looked around carefully, wanting to be familiar with the topography, and it was the Min River.

The Min River is a river that flows vertically between Mt. Cheongseong and Chengdu.

he asked involuntarily.

“Isn’t that Minkang?”

“Is that Minkang? I don't know. If you wake up, let me know the direction. I was told to go southeast, so I was on my way.”

“Could it be that we are really flying over the Min River?”

“Can’t you see? I want you to tell me the way to the Tang family.”

Then Hwang Won-ik slapped his cheek vigorously and muttered.

"no. This is just illusion.”

“I want you to know the way, whether it’s illusion magic or whatever. If you don't give directions, I'll kick you and throw you into the river.”

At the threat of Yeon Jeok-ha, Hwang Won-ik pulled his head all the way down and examined the terrain.

Whether it was magic or not, now I had to do as Yeonjeokha told me.

The more I looked around Mingang, the more I realized it, and he couldn't close his mouth.

'Isn't it illusion?'

If this isn't magic, it's a bigger problem.

It's because he said he would fight a master who could fly 300 li on a cloud at once.

“Go over there… … Just do it.”

Hwang Won-ik immediately changed his tone.

I'm still in a state of doubt, but it's because my spirit has broken.

Did it fly like that (about 20 minutes)?

The blood disappeared from Hwang Won-ik's face again, as if he was not feeling well.

He made the clouds that were glancing at him go down.

After a while, a cloud settled beside the pipe.

Soon after, as Yeonjeokha reaped the fortune-telling technique, the thick clouds dissipated in an instant.

When his feet touched the ground, Hwang Won-ik rather lost his balance and stumbled for a moment.

He scratched his head with a puzzled face.

Yeon Jeok-ha pointed to the signpost embedded next to the coffin with calm eyes.

“The front is called Manchunjin. Do you know where it is?”

"yes? Are you Manchunjin? Did we really come all the way to Manchunjin on a cloud?”

Hwang Won-ik looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with absurd eyes.

The distance from Mt. Cheongseong to Manchunjin is about 100 li (about 40 km).

The time I was in the clouds was about 30 minutes at most, but I couldn't believe I had traveled 100 li in that time!

“Have you been to Manchunjin, Nohyung?”

“I think I’ve stopped by ten times, even if I haven’t been able to until now.”

"Then you'll know when you go. Manchunjin or not. The speed seems to be slow, so let’s go have a cup of tea.”

“Yes, yes.”

Before he knew it, Hwang Won-ik even cringed as if he were dealing with his master.

Yeonjeokha glanced at him like that and muttered to himself like he was talking to himself.

“I left too early. Old hyung was so impatient that I hurried without realizing it. We can’t arrive before sunset.”

“Is there any reason not to arrive before sunset?”

“You said you would visit in the evening.”

"ah!"

Leaving behind Hwang Won-ik, who was surprised, he walked ahead of Hwi-jeok-hwi-jeok.

After walking along the Guando for about 15 minutes, a fairly large village appeared in front of me.

Upon entering the village, Hwang Won-Ik's mouth fell open.

'omg! I couldn't believe it, but it's really Manchunjin... … . Am I dreaming?'

After only one meal, he had come a whopping 100 li.

Ride the clouds too.

When Yeon Jeok-ha found a tea house and headed there, Hwang Won-ik hurriedly followed.

Hometown Tea House.

The owner of the dagwan, who managed to recognize Hwang Won-ik, quickly approached and bowed.

“Daehyup, it’s been a while.”

In the meantime, I passed by the matriarch and took a seat by the window.

Hwang Won-ik asked the owner quietly.

“Who am I?”

"yes? Isn't it Usa Hwang Dae-hyeop, the foreign commander of the Heavenly Dragon Gate? haha! Maybe I didn't know that too?"

“Oh, no.”

Hwang Won-ik shook his head once and hurriedly went to the other side of Yeonjeok-ha.

Listening to what the owner has to say, I have no doubts.

This was definitely Manchunjin's dagwan.

Yeon Jeok-ha and himself traveled 100 li on clouds in one meal.

After a while, the owner came out of the car.

Hwang Won-ik politely lifted the teapot and filled the cup under Yeonjeok-ha.

The rivalry glanced at the sudden change in behaviour, but he said nothing.

Yeonjeokha, who moistened his mouth with his tea, said as if passing by.

“How does old Hwang look at the world? I heard that a famous religious leader became the Supreme Court? How has the world changed?”

Hwang Won-ik did not dare to answer right away and asked again to understand the meaning of his question.

“What do you mean changed?”

“Did the world collapse because a cult like the famous cult gained power?”

“Not really. The Reputation Church no longer creates Twelve Horsemen or Baekdu Horsemen. He lives as if he were dead, and you wonder why.”

“He acts like he's dead?”

“Yes, the famous religious leader has become the Supreme Master, but he is still not doing any outside activities. It has been quite some time since he has not been active in public even in the seven churches.”

"What is it? He didn't go into hiding like before. It’s their world, but it’s rather quiet?”

"yes. There's a lot of talk about the reason, but it's all speculation, and no one knows the inside story.”

“Is that all?”

“If I had to pick one thing that had changed… … . It’s probably just that Hocheonmaeng has become obsolete because of the famed religion.”

“I know that. I heard that if you curse famous religions after they become the religion of the patriots, you will be arrested?”

"That's right. As the Geumuiwii came forward to protect it, the Hocheonmaeng’s reason for existence disappeared.”

“Is that why a force like the Sichuan Murim was created?”

“The Sichuan Murim had existed before, but they did not form a separate organization. But as the Gangnam Murim gradually unite around the Nammaeng... … .”

Hwang Won-ik looked at Yeon Jeok-ha.

Nammaeng is an organization created around the Namgung family.

When the Nam Maeng pressured him over the work of Shigyeongjang, the Tang family responded by forming the Sichuan Murim. The Cheonryongmun was in a situation where they joined to seize the hegemony of the Sichuan Murim.

“You organized and resisted the Sichuan Murim?”

"yes. However, we, Cheonryongmun, did not enter the Sichuan Murim to fight the Southern Alliance. Trying not to fall behind other schools in Sacheon... … .”

“But until now, you have set up an angle with the Southern Alliance, and you tried to fight me too. Are you going to take that off as well?”

“That, it was because we didn’t know about Yeon Jang-ju. If you hear my story, Lord Moon will also say that he will leave the Sichuan Murim.”

“You don’t have to leave Sichuan Murim. After tonight, the Tang will disappear. Could it be that even after the Tang family was exterminated, the Sichuan Murim would dispute the stone sutras? What do you think? Do you think so?”

“If Yan Zhuangzhu annihilates the Tang family, the Sichuan Murim will not dare to think of anything else.”

"aha! We'll see if that's true."

He poured the lukewarm tea into his mouth with a calm expression on his face.

They can run amok to avenge the Tang family, or they can fall flat in fear.

Whichever side the Sichuan Murim chose was not surprising.

Because both are possible.

Hwang Won-ik, who had firmly denied it, only looked at Yeon Jeok-ha to see if he was not confident.

Before getting up from his seat, Yeonjeokha said.

"really! And you don't have to strain your body too much for fear of falling from the clouds. While performing fortune-telling, my aura is holding me back. If your body is relaxed and comfortable, you will be less likely to get motion sickness.”

"Is that so?”

Hwang Won-ik let out a sigh of relief.

Even if it wasn’t, that was my biggest worry, but I felt like I was going to live a little longer.

Outside the village of rivalry, I flew again with fortune telling.

Hwang Won-ik also didn't scream like the first time, as if he had adapted to a certain extent.

Had he been blown away by a meal?

He glanced at the face of Hwang Won-ik, who was eager to guide him.

His complexion was good, and he showed no sign of suffering, perhaps because he was relaxed.

Then there would be no need to go down to the ground and rest.

“Old brother. Can I go straight to Tanga? If you’re feeling unwell, I’ll take a break and then go, so tell me.”

"it's okay. It's really strange that it's luck. Even if you freely change the direction, your body will not lose its balance, right?”

“Even if you fly backwards, you won’t fall. Shall we turn it upside down?”

“Oh, no. You don't have to do that.”

Hwang Won-ik hurriedly hit his hand.

It's dizzying just to fly so high in the sky, but would you turn over?

No matter how much I don't fall, I really want to experience that did not.

Sichuan Province.

outskirts of Ganyang.

At the end of the new hour (5 p.m.).

An old man with a goatee came running like a gale toward the open front door of the party house.

Gu Cheon-no, who left Cheongseong Mountain at noon, is also known as Shimtong.

Guard warrior Danwi from the outskirts quickly blocked it with his body and shouted.

“Stop!”

Then old sim, which had been recklessly running forward, stopped in front of the security guard.

Woo woo woo-.

The dust he raised swept past the front door once and for all.

Dangwi, who removed the dust with the wind of his hand, asked cautiously, knowing that the opponent was a master of Murim.

“This is Tanga. What did you come for?”

Instead of answering, Shimtong stared at the guard and asked again.

“What is your name?”

“It is the right thing to do as a security guard belonging to the outside world.”

Sim Tong memorized the name and face of Dang Wi and took out a letter from his bosom.

“This is a letter from Master Jangju of the Seokgyeongjang. Tell your family heads right now.”

When the name of Seokgyeongjang came out, there was a slight commotion among the guards.

Then Shimtong suddenly disappeared when Dangwi received the letter.

Dangwi, who had been standing in a daze, came to his senses and hurriedly ran inside.

Chapter end