A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 248



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248.

#Blood Cult’s Jincheonroe

“Om Ive Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabah.”

“The author… … .”

An anti-demon mantra to drive out demons from the mind.

Jang Yi-seo tilted his head as he looked at the old monk beyond the iron bars.

He was sitting with his back turned so I couldn’t see him clearly, but he didn’t seem to mind the limestone water dripping down his shoulders.

“It’s the Nengga-gyeong! The Nengga-gyeong is inside there!”

“Open the door!”

Bang bang bang! Suddenly, those who rushed in like hungry beasts began shaking the iron bars.

“Om Ive Ive Iya Maha Sirye Sabah!”

The more this happened, the louder the voice reciting the mantra became.

“What are you doing, that thing?”

“What the heck is this… … .”

There was a moment when Mao and Myo Chae-kyung also expressed their bewilderment and tilted their heads at the bizarre situation.

Boom!

Finally, the iron bars broke and the inmates rushed into the prison.

And at that moment, someone runs up to the old monk and picks up the Nengga Sutra.

“Found it… … Huh?”

Flash!

The old monk’s bloodshot eyes, covered in murderous desire, opened wide.

“Kuaaaah!”

And then, with a roar, he suddenly attacked the man.

“Keep, kwaaaaah!”

Soon a terrible scream rang out, and blood began to pool on the floor.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch!

An island with a noise like a beast gnawing on a bone.

Before long, the screams had died down and silence had fallen on the cave.

“Wh, what… … .”

Those who flocked in were given both good luck and bad luck at the same time.

Fortunately, only the back of his head was visible.

That was a real blessing, because I didn’t get to see such a horrible sight.

But that soon turned out to be very unfortunate.

An old monk slowly stands up from his seat, as if his work is finished.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see his mouth covered in blood beforehand.

If I had known this… … .

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

The terrible catastrophe could have been avoided.

“Kuaaaah!”

The old monk turned around and started to charge again with a scream.

His two eyes were like those of a yaksha, and with one gesture of his hand,

“Ugh!”

Kwaang! He crashed into the wall like a frog that had been thrown and died instantly.

“Monster, monster!”

The cave was filled with screams, and the eyes of the people who had been filled with ambition were covered with fear.

“Run away!”

Someone screamed. Boom! But it quickly disappeared without a trace.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

Starting with his consideration, the people in the crowd turned around and started to run away.

But the narrow streets did not allow for such consideration.

They pushed each other forward, pushing each other forward.

And the results were disastrous.

“Oh, come on… … !”

Bam! A huge commotion, chaos. In an instant, the cave had turned into a bloody scene.

Jang-i watched them being slaughtered, muttering in a daze.

No, it won’t be.

“Kkaaaah!”

It shouldn’t be.

“Hey, save me!”

Why on earth would you… … .

Something that shouldn’t have happened happened.

A saint of this era who was revered by countless martial artists and commoners.

“Hey, Shaolin monk?!”

His Buddhist nickname is Yeong-o.

His nickname is Nam Shin-seung.

Known as Shaolin’s greatest star and greatest master.

He has been here in Cheonghae from the beginning.

He also becomes a murderous spirit who is obsessed with money and is filled with murderous desires.

A book dropped on the floor.

With the Nirvana Sutra.

*

“Why… … .”

Jang Yi-seo was filled with anger at the cruel reality. His voice trembled and his eyes turned red.

I didn’t know everything about Shinsung’s life.

But the reason he has been revered for nearly a hundred years without a single criticism is probably because of his noble efforts and sacrifices.

It is a life lived only with the heart of doing good deeds.

But then it all came crashing down.

The kind face became a demon, and the old lyrics full of virtue became soaked with blood.

The look in his eyes changed to fear and contempt, and he was busy running away rather than approaching her.

The reason was obvious.

“The coin is in my mouth… … .”

He became a madman filled with murderous intent.

Because of the amazing miracle they prepared!

How could someone wear such a hat and commit such a crime?

Blood Cult, these bastards are not human. They are evil spirits that should be killed and disappeared.

“What the heck! What’s that thing?”

Mao shouted. Then Miao Chae-kyung muttered in disbelief.

“Nam Shin-seung… … . So that’s it. The Jincheon-roe prepared by the Blood Cult was the author!”

“That little guy is a bomb?!”

Mao was shocked. I don’t know if he understood correctly. But there was no time to explain. Miao Chae-kyung continued speaking with trembling eyes.

“The Neungga-gyeong is a fake created by the Blood Cult. That old man got caught up in it and fell into a state of obsession with money. How foolish.”

Jang Yi-seo was upset inside. But this was probably a normal reaction.

Regardless of the process, it was clear that the whole world would criticize and curse Shen Seung and Shaolin.

But Jang knew.

That was the real plan the Blood Cult was aiming for.

No matter how great Shin Seung is, he cannot face all the martial artists in Cheonghae while losing his mind.

However, it was possible to shed blood and ruin the auspicious names of the thousand-year-old Shaolin and the Shenzhu Five-Day Church.

Shaking the foundations of the so-called political party.

That’s what the Blood Cult was after.

“Anyway, we have to stop that jerk right now, right?”

Mao stepped forward, pounding his fists together. Then Myo Chae-kyung was startled.

“Nam Shin-seung is already a master of Hwa-gyeong who has reached the level of a divine being. How can you deal with him?”

“When did you ever fight over something like that? Just stick together!”

“What the hell is that… … .”

At the very moment when Myo Chae-kyung was about to complain about her frustration, Jang Il-seo, who had been silent, hardened his eyes and stepped forward.

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes is right. We will stop Shinsung here.”

“Are you crazy too?”

That may be true. But the moment Shinseung steps out, everything will go according to their plan.

Shaolin will collapse, and the world will fall into chaos.

It’s something that can never be left like that.

furthermore.

“Look carefully. Does Shin Seung look normal now? He has already lost his sense of reason and is only moving instinctively like an animal. Now is the time to try.”

It was just as Jang-seo said. Just by looking at the violent behavior towards the already dead and the way they were going crazy, it was impossible to even make simple distinctions.

“Even so… … . Why are we blocking the author? There are so many political bastards outside. Who would benefit from that?”

“That’s true. This isn’t Cheonsan.”

Jang Yi-seo flinched at the clear logic that was truly diabolical. Then, Myo Chae-kyung asked with her eyes shining as if she had realized something.

“You… …?”

what.

“Oh ho ho! I see! You’re so greedy. You want to get rid of the crazy monks, block the blood sect, and take the Neungga-gyeong. Aren’t you just trying to monopolize all the credit for yourself?”

“Really?”

Is that true? Of course not, but for now it would be better to think of it that way.

When Jang Yiseo nodded forcibly, Myo Chae-kyung’s morale soared.

“Okay. Then what should I do?”

“Get out first. And don’t let anyone else in here.”

“Let’s do that.”

Myo Chae-kyung smiled faintly and escaped using her lightness.

Suddenly, there are only three survivors left in the room.

Just Shin Seung, Jang Yi Seo, and Mao.

“Be careful. He is not to be taken lightly.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not the same as I used to be.”

Mao released his body in a triumphant manner. I don’t know what he got from the Manma Bunchong, but anything is fine.

If only we could stop the mad god.

Boom! Kwaang!

Shin Seung, who was in the middle of trampling on the body of the deceased, felt something strange and turned his head to meet the two people’s gaze.

Bloodshot eyes, consumed by lust.

“Come.”

“let’s go!”

“Kuaaaah!”

Phaaaat!

Seven Princes Mao and his assistant Zhang Xu. The two of them jumped out of their seats and were shot.

To stop the legendary Shaolin monk!

* * *

A hill in the wilderness with a clear view of the cave.

A black-haired beauty sits on the railing, holding a black spear.

“What’s going on?”

Her name is Jeok-A-Rin.

He was once a member of the Blood Cult, but has now been demoted and is now a top-notch expert who uses the skills of the Five Evils.

But her complexion is not good. She smacked her lips with a troubled expression.

“No, I heard the branch manager was obsessed with money. So I just left him alone, and then he suddenly appeared like this?”

The Demonic Cult’s Cheonghae branch appeared out of nowhere.

It was because they had taken over the area in front of the cave. It was truly bewildering. But that wasn’t all that was strange.

“Why is there still no news from Cheongharu?”

The blood people who should have gathered by now were nowhere to be seen.

Of course, no matter how long you wait, he won’t come. What if he’s dead, not alive? He’ll be burning brightly with Cheongharu by now.

“Should I clean those up first?”

Anyway, the wrinkles on my forehead are getting deeper.

Not only was there quite a bit of pressure, but the branch manager’s aura was much stronger than I had heard.

Moreover, the strategy of using the Neungga-gyeong from the beginning was not desirable.

Does it make sense to use a strong person like Shin Seung like this?

It’s only fun if you fight until you die. What the hell are you doing, you idiot.

“But I guess it’s right to go and help?”

She sighed and stood up from her seat. If I get demoted again, I’ll go to hellfire.

“hmm?”

But it was just then.

From a distance, I could see people rushing towards the cave, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Although the martial artists had been coming all along, this time it was different.

It’s not an individual, it’s a group.

That’s a black and vicious snake!

It’s them, the Black Death!

“Kekekeke, what kind of kids dare block the road!”

Eun-ak-seong, one of the Eight Great Ark of the Apostles, arrived in person.

“Haha! This is how it’s fun!”

Arin with a thrilling smile.

It’s time to sit down again.

*

“You stupid kids. You’re just sitting there like a bunch of ants, not even able to push a single piece of shit like that. Just get out and die.”

“Haha.”

The appearance of Heuksabang makes the room freeze. Those who say that they are the Heuksa gang’s bastards are the ones who are definitely talking.

But no one opened their mouths carelessly.

“Black Ark… … ?”

Even the gap between Manseok’s eyebrows narrowed significantly.

He was the one who stopped numerous strong men with just his momentum. However, it would be different if the opponent was the Black Ark Silver Star.

One of the Eight Great Ark Masters of the Apostolic Realm, he is a true master who has reached the pinnacle of skill in name and reality.

“Are you the leader of the Paegeom clan? I’ve heard the rumor. There’s a kid in Cheonghae who only believes in Cheonsan and doesn’t know his place.”

Eun-ak-seong takes out two short spears from his back and smiles wickedly. The scars covering his face ripple as he does so.

It is different from magic energy. It has no weight, but it is disgusting enough to make you feel sick.

A literally extraordinary evil spirit.

“I wouldn’t advise someone like Sapa to get out of my area.”

Even Hana Manseok is not an easy thing to do.

He was originally known for his tyrannical nature, but now he is a peerless master who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

Two giants stood facing each other.

With the pride of the Black Sword and the Demonic Cult on the line!