A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 261



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261.

#Unacceptable

Meanwhile, a small forest behind the Paegeommun Gate.

Wondam was lost in the bushes swaying in the wind.

Even though it was a back view, the fluttering lyrics could not have been more familiar.

“Were you still alive?”

“… … It’s all my fault.”

Wondam’s heart is broken. Whenever a problem arises, he always says it’s his fault. It’s exactly like him.

“Master.”

Nam Shin-seung, Ambassador Yeong-o.

Won-dam felt relieved and continued to recite the mantra without stopping.

There were so many things I wanted to ask him.

I heard he was dead, but he was still alive, and his vast energy like the ocean had become weak like a stream of water leaking out from a crevice in a rock.

“What on earth happened?”

I need to know. I need to hear.

But right then.

“So-ryeong-ah.”

Wondam was speechless.

So-rong.

An old name used decades ago before entering Shaolin. Now, it is a forgotten name that very few people know.

But they called me by that old name.

This means that we are going to talk about something very important.

“Can you believe what I say from now on?”

As Shin Seung turns around, Won Dam’s eyebrows furrow.

The one who is known within Shaolin to be particularly strict and ruthless is Yuan Tan.

But there are exceptions to this rule.

He answered while looking at each other closely.

“… … When I was young and just cried for my poor mother, my teacher didn’t ask me anything and just carried me on his back. And he walked a long way to meet my mother. From that day on, there hasn’t been a single day when I didn’t trust my teacher. It’s the same now.”

A true teacher who never neglected even the smallest wishes of his students and cared for them wholeheartedly.

How can we hold such a saint to a strict standard?

Believe in anything. That is the way.

Shin Seung was deeply moved by his disciple’s heart and continued his story at length.

A journey to find the Neungga-gyeong. And the moment I forced myself to learn it, I was struck by the devil.

The bloodshed began from then.

And that there was a blood cult behind it all.

I brought out the painful things honestly without hiding them.

“Immeasurable Life Buddha… … .”

Only then did Won-dam realize the truth and recited a mantra in despair.

A moment of silence passes.

Shin Seung opens his mouth again.

“So-Ryung-ah. I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Please speak.”

“Shaolin must never block his path from now on. No matter what happens, he must always be put first. Can you do that?”

Won-dam’s expression was filled with confusion that was difficult to express in words. That person? Who on earth are you talking about?

no way.

“Are you talking about the brain horse?”

Oh my. Shin Seung nods.

“Immeasurable Life Buddha… … .”

I would understand if it was just someone who was into seduction or someone wearing a mask and imitating someone.

But the being in front of me right now was definitely Shin Seung.

The unwavering, earnest gaze. Even the compassionate wrinkles. Everything was just as he knew himself.

But why on earth?

“Is it because he is the one who saved you? If so, I will repay that debt even if it means giving up my life. However, I cannot understand why the thousand-year-old Shaolin should bow its head to the Demonic Cult. Why should it be like that?”

“I’m not asking you to bow your head to the devil.”

“He is a member of the Demonic Cult.”

“Wrong.”

Wrong? What.

“He is a great Zen master who has continued the progress of Dharma patriarch.”

“… … !”

WHEEING! My head feels like a saw is grinding, and my ears are ringing.

At the same time, the confrontation from earlier came to mind.

A body as strong as a diamond. The Hundred Steps Divine Fist and Arahan Divine Fist that unfold naturally.

And the golden bet that touched my heart.

‘Nh, Nengga-gyeong… …?!’

Thud! My two pillar-like legs swayed, and for a moment, I had the illusion that lightning had struck my Baihui point.

And at that very moment.

“You are talking nonsense.”

A languid voice flowed in from right behind me. I quickly turned around and saw Jang Il-seo standing there, leaning against a tree.

‘Since when… …!’

Even though there was a distance, the fact that he deceived his own feelings and came in is already proof that he is a top-notch expert.

“Welcome, sir.”

Then, Shin Seung bowed deeply and clasped his hands together. Won Dam looked back at him and was shocked.

“Joe, Josa… … .”

“Don’t be so surprised. I’m not a detective or a Shaolin person, I’m just a member of the Demonic Cult.”

As Jang Yi-seo approached, Shin Seung approached him with a bright smile, and Won Dam, who was watching him, didn’t know what to do like a child who had come to an unfamiliar place.

“I am deeply grateful that you have forgiven me, a poor disciple of the lesser being.”

“There was no one seriously injured or killed, so there was nothing to forgive. I think we have become closer.”

“Haha, friendship. What a pleasant thing to hear, befitting the times.”

What is the case now?

His own master. The legend of Shaolin!

You’re bowing your head to a demon and laughing. Even if he’s your benefactor, you shouldn’t do that. This is not right. You have to stop him. You have to fix it.

Wondam ran over and appealed.

“How can you bow your head to someone who calls himself a member of the Demonic Cult! This is something that cannot be accepted… …!”

Then at that moment.

“What kind of habit is this-!”

Won Dam witnessed the journey of Shin Seung, something he would only see once in his life.

“S, Master… … ?”

“Directly pointing to the human mind, seeing one’s nature and becoming a Buddha. Everyone has a Buddhist mind. What about the demonic people and the people of India?”

“But I am just someone who happened to come across the Neungga-gyeong!”

“Are you going to say that it was all a coincidence that you first met Shaolin, and that I was blinded by the Nengga Sutra and caused a bloody disaster?”

“… … !”

“The Blood Sect that had disappeared has reappeared, and the Neungga-gyeong has reached the Investiture Master who was fighting a lonely battle to stop it. How can this be a coincidence?”

“Master!”

“Let me ask you. Is it possible that you, a member of the Four Great Diamonds who values ​​distribution more than anyone else and must observe etiquette, are unable to let go of your vain pride?”

Wondam’s eyes shook greatly.

Vain pride.

Is that really so? Is the author drawing a line without even looking into it properly just because he is a member of the Demonic Cult?

Countless thoughts flashed through Wondam’s mind. Then, at some point, he realized something.

‘How did the author end up with the stigma of being a traitor despite saving the Master? Wasn’t this a conspiracy by the Blood Cult to keep the Master and Shaolin from collapsing? If that’s true, then how can I dare call the author a member of the Demonic Cult?’

No, that’s absolutely not possible.

Wondam is the one who has destroyed demons more than anyone else. However, he is also strict with himself as much as he is cruel.

therefore.

“Little Seung… … .”

dump.

“I have committed a great offense to your Majesty.”

Finally, I knelt down and was truly moved.

If the meaning of the Dharma Investigation reached him, then regardless of the reason, he would soon become a great adult of Zen Buddhism.

“I deeply regret my sin of not being able to teach my disciples properly. I apologize.”

Shin Seung-do, who was watching this, smiled kindly and joined in.

“This is driving me crazy.”

Only Jang Seo-man, who had been watching silently, had to press his temples.

It was the moment when even the Four Great Diamonds and the Wondam entered Jang Yi-seo’s domain, following Shin Seung.

*

At that moment, Mao was sitting on a chair in front of the Eighteen Arhats.

“What on earth are you planning to do?”

It was because Jang Seo went in after declaring that he would take care of it and that no one should come in.

The executives of the Cheonghae branch, who were standing behind, also nodded their heads vigorously.

“Those kind of thugs and scoundrels should never be left alone.”

The great master Jiseung glared at the Eighteen Arhats as if he was going to kill them. There was a red palm mark on their foreheads, indicating that they had been hit properly.

“That’s right. You keep talking about manners and etiquette, and you keep barging in all of a sudden. Let’s just cut them all down!”

Man-gwang is equally indignant.

Cheonsu Nangja Seong So-gyeong and Bimu Tougwang Lee Ji-san also nodded their heads vigorously.

It’s called the Demonic Cult for nothing.

It’s full of life.

“Well, no matter what, rather than blowing things out of proportion here, it would be better to resolve this through dialogue… … .”

“Hey, whose side are you on! Make up your mind!”

“haha…….”

Of course it’s your opponent. Jegal So-mi laughed while sweating profusely.

It’s fortunate that there was a ceasefire, but given the current atmosphere here, no one knows when it will erupt again.

furthermore.

“Hahaha! But Shaolin Temple must have a lot of money. Their hair is shiny.”

How could he have so much money? In the first place, if he had a lot of money, he wouldn’t be a monk!

“Let’s take this opportunity to collect a heaping helping of medical expenses. Hey! Those injured guys, come forward.”

“yes!”

The warriors, all bruised and wounded, light their double-edged swords and swarm the front row.

Jegal So-mi shook his head.

In any case, this is something that can only be resolved if Jang Seo comes out.

‘Room 103… … .’

She was waiting for him with a longing heart.

*

Meanwhile, Jang Seo-i accidentally becomes the highest adult.

He declined the offer, but eventually had to nod his head due to the two monks’ persistence.

“Very well. Call me whatever you want. But all I can do for you is to pass on the Nengga Sutra so that it can continue in Shaolin. Don’t expect anything more than that.”

It might be disappointing, but there’s nothing we can do about it.

If I don’t draw the line here, I’m going to end up getting my head shaved and going to Sungsan.

Fortunately, both of them nodded willingly, seeming to accept that point.

“I wonder if that’s possible. But can I ask the child who will receive this to be given separate guidance?”

A child to be handed down? Jang tilted his head for a moment. But he didn’t think much about it.

In any case, in order to master the Namcheonneungga-gyeong, you must handle the yin and yang energies simultaneously, and you must also know the principles of the main veins.

Since you’ve already decided to help, it would be more meaningful to help directly rather than just throwing it out in writing.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you, investigator.”

When he casually agreed, Shinseung’s face brightened.

It was natural.

I was planning to hand over the Shaolin equipment to Jang Yi-seo and continue the relationship until the end.

‘The law between priests is eternal.’

As expected, it’s a dream come true. Of course, that’s something that will happen in the distant future.

“So please, don’t tell anyone about me except you two. This is not a request, it’s a condition.”

Wondam spat at Jang Yiseo’s words, but soon nodded in agreement.

Not only because it was a condition, but also because I judged that it would be no good for it to be known now.

The reason was simple.

“From now on, we must catch the spy of the Blood Cult hiding in the Murim Alliance.”

The eight pillars of evil spirits.

In order to catch them wherever they might be hiding, we also have to hide ourselves as much as possible.

“However, if we move without any clear evidence, it will only cause greater confusion.”

It is as Shin Seung said. But Jang Il-seo, the spy, knows that better than anyone else.

“I have a plan.”

“What’s the plan?”

“I’ll tell you that later. Before that, there are things you two need to do.”

Won Dam and Shin Seung nodded, unable to hide their excitement.

I’ll do anything to catch the spy.

“First of all… … you have to appease my family.”

The corners of his mouth went up in a refreshing way.