The Lord Becomes the Leader - Chapter 230



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#230 Lee Chun-bong’s Demonic Cult

Lee Chun-bong hugged the man who he thought would be killed.

Everyone who was watching was silent.

Half anxious heart.

That’s why the two people’s eyes were fixed on each other with half of their hearts set on the new leader.

“Originally, the Demonic Cult was a place where sad people gathered.”

The Jeongpa hopes for a ‘future’ as a place where people challenge themselves to live correctly.

Sapa lives in the ‘present’, doing anything for profit.

and.

“We are the ones who are filled with sorrow and resentment that cannot be resolved no matter what.”

The devil is obsessed with the ‘past’.

Just like Jeong Yun-yang of Cheondorim.

It seems like Lee Chun-bong died to Bukrigan and came back to life to become a member of the Demonic Cult.

The Demonic Cult was a place where people who were so wounded that they could not live in the present or the future gathered together.

“… … .”

The man also couldn’t open his mouth to say anything to Lee Chun-bong’s words that were full of sincerity.

But everyone saw it.

The madness in his eyes gradually melted away.

Lee Chun-bong took out a piece of cotton cloth and wiped the man’s face.

“If we hadn’t come to Guangdong, this might not have happened.”

“… … .”

“But it has already happened, and its true colors have been revealed.”

“Isn’t that an irresponsible thing to say?”

Lee Chun-bong smiled faintly.

The man answered as if he had been waiting for such words.

“That’s why I’m doing this to take responsibility.”

“The dead do not come back.”

“I know. The dead should be buried in the heart.”

Bam─.

He pointed to the man’s chest.

“Just as you are.”

Then he pointed to his chest.

“Just as I did.”

I have seen countless deaths.

Among them, there are some that I hoped would never be forgotten, but some that have somehow melted away in time, and some that I still remember.

‘Plus, there’s a guy who I haven’t seen in a while.’

Lee Chun-bong smiled bitterly.

When going to Geomgak, Seo Ju-ha and Cho Il-gang were left out, saying they could not cross the sea.

I thought it would be on the Demonic Cult side, but when I came back it wasn’t there.

He continued, saying that it would appear when the time came.

“And the living must live.”

“I don’t have the confidence to live any longer and I don’t know why I should live.”

Thud─.

The man knelt down.

What he really wanted was understanding.

He was a ship in the midst of the immense sorrow and loneliness that poured down on him, beyond his ability to do anything about.

The sea at night.

A small sailboat floating on a vast ocean filled only with darkness, without any stars or moon.

He drifted in the darkness, unable to tell whether he was going forward or backward. All he could do was shout that he was here.

“Please kill me instead. I want to be with my family… … .”

There were some who nodded as if they sympathized with the man’s earnest words.

They were all seriously injured or lost in this attack by the Black Death Squad. I just wanted to lie down, but the cult members kept calling me and ordering me to do things, so I just came out.

The man threw a stone at their hearts, which were just moving like that.

“Hmm.”

Inspector Namgung Han stroked his chin.

Lee Chun-bong, seen from afar, is a young man who appears to be not much older than my grandson.

“It’s amazing how sincerity is evident in every word you say.”

That’s not something I learned by studying.

Living in the world.

After going through a lot.

The sincerity that comes out only when one has properly established oneself flows out from Lee Chun-bong’s mouth.

“The pastor was always like that.”

“So maybe you could be a cult leader.”

Namgung Han calculated what would happen if he had Lee Chun-bong as the enemy of the Sadoryeon.

Judging from the fact that the level of martial arts is not easily felt, it doesn’t seem like he is weaker than you.

But there is such sincere speech and actions in addition to the terrifying power of the Demonic Cult.

“Mugyeol-ah.”

“yes.”

“It is certainly true as you said, it would be better for the Apostolic Order to embrace the Demonic Cult first.”

I didn’t want to fight with someone who could talk about sadness so sincerely.

Rather than sharing a sword, I’d rather share a drink.

Namgung Han watched a little longer, feeling that he was getting older.

A man crying out that he doesn’t want to live.

Maybe it was because that man came forward first, but it could also be the feelings of the people living in Gwangju and Guangdong Province right now.

As the leader of the Apostolic Union, Namgung Han was really curious about what Lee Chun-bong would say.

“There is a teaching of the Demonic Cult called ‘Strong Self-Respect.’”

The saying goes that only the strong can survive.

In the world of martial arts, it naturally meant that those with strong weapons would survive, or that those who survived would be strong no matter what.

However, the words that Lee Chun-bong, as the leader, said to the man had a different meaning.

“Be strong. Be strong nonetheless and survive to the end.”

“Why… why does it have to be like that?”

“Because there will be people in the future who will have the same sorrow as you.”

The devil’s cult is a place that leads to teachings.

Teaching is the sharing of knowledge and experience from previous generations to future generations.

So then, what does the Demonic Cult, which is made up of those who possess indescribable sorrow, teach?

Lee Chun-bong mentioned the core of the doctrines that have been increasing innumerable over the years.

“Would you like to see more people like you?”

Kwak─.

The man clutched his chest.

It’s a pain that feels like my lungs are being squeezed.

My heart is beating, but I can’t figure out why it’s beating so hard.

That people with this kind of pain are appearing again.

The man immediately shook his head.

“I wish it were just me who was sick. I can’t share this kind of pain.”

Chuck─.

Lee Chun-bong extended his hand toward the man who had slumped down.

He had a cool smile on his face.

“Come into the church. You could become a great cultist.”

The man stared blankly at Lee Chun-bong’s hand.

A place to live for the next time.

A place where sad people comfort each other’s sorrow.

The devil’s sect.

Okay─.

The man stood up, holding Lee Chun-bong’s hand.

“The cult I heard rumors about was different from what the leader said.”

“Because that wasn’t my cult.”

“Is it different now?”

“I would rather you see it for yourself than hear me say a hundred words. You are now part of ‘us’.”

Lee Chun-bong turned his head.

After looking around at the people from the Sado-ryeon and Cheonmuhak-gwan who were watching, he looked at Lee Ha-ryong and Lee Chu-ryang who were further away.

Nod─.

The two agreed with Lee Chun-bong’s words.

Lee Chuliang lost Hong Hwa.

Lee Ha-ryong lost himself.

Since those who have lost are above, the evil cult of ‘Lee Chun-bong’ will not be different from the evil cults of the two.

Everyone present could be certain.

The demonic cult they knew was over.

As long as that young leader is around, the Demonic Cult will become a completely different force than what they knew before.

* * *

“Thank you.”

“Nice to hear. The herbalist also said he wanted to see the sea.

Madou Jeongunyang walked side by side with Lee Chunbong.

After that, Guwolmyeong followed the two.

“Do you think there will be any traffic?”

“They said that we need to look into it further, but that it was such an old wound that it would be difficult to fully recover.”

“What do you say?”

“If it works, great. If not, then don’t worry.”

Lee Chun-bong and Jeong Woon-yang snickered.

I’m not talking about anyone else.

It was a story about Jin Cheong-cheon, whose dantian was destroyed a long time ago.

Lee Chun-bong called the best herbalist he knew, and he happily came to Gwangju.

In addition, Cheondorim, a large delegation from Gyeomsa Gyeomsa, also attended this opening ceremony.

Of course, the new lord, Jang-hu, could not leave his post, so he sent his right-hand man, Do-gaek Jin-cheom, to fight him off.

“It seems like Jang-hoo is very nervous.”

Jeong Woon-yang scratched his cheek as if embarrassed.

“That’s right. I said it wouldn’t be ordinary, but I didn’t know it would go this far.”

“I guess it’s because you’ve become a member of the Demonic Cult.”

Compared to those who were with him during his time at Marongdo, Jeong Yun-yang is just a stone that rolled around.

No matter how hard you try not to discriminate, you can’t help but feel awkward because the time you share is different.

Lee Chun-bong thought that the problem would be resolved on its own with time.

On the other hand, Jang-hoo seemed to have different thoughts.

─For the sake of the cult leader and the great elder brother.

Judging from the fact that they sent an envoy of such a high level, targeting Jeong Yun-yang, it seemed that they wanted to somehow boost his morale.

Also, human nature comes from the granary.

We sent a lot of the high-quality liquors that Guizhou is proud of.

It was clear that the intention was to share it with those around them whenever there was an opportunity and to get to know each other by drinking together.

“I feel a bit homesick when I’m away like this.”

Jeong Yun-yang looked to the northwest.

This is Guizhou Province, where I grew up my entire life.

When I was inside, I felt like I was going to die from the burning sadness, but when I came out like this, I started to feel a little bit of longing.

He laughed bitterly at his own cunning.

Lee Chun-bong noticed that and tapped Jeong Woon-yang on the shoulder.

“That’s just how people are.”

“Is that the case for you too, Pastor?”

Lee Chun-bong nodded.

“Because I am human too.”

Jeong Woon-yang looked at Lee Chun-bong like that, smiled like him, and then started walking again.

I thought that later, when I have more free time, I should go see Jang-hu.

That’s where we arrived.

It was the largest five-story guest house in Gwangju.

At the entrance, there were clearly men with fierce appearances standing there.

As soon as they saw Lee Chun-bong’s face, they immediately moved aside.

【What a pity.】

‘what.’

【Usually, when I hear about it, they get into fights with those kinds of guys.】

After obtaining the seal, Simma became quite active.

Lee Chun-bong laughed at his words, which sounded like something straight out of a martial arts studio.

‘That’s a limit. How can you not know me when I’m causing such a fuss here?’

【I thought you could show me a flying sword.】

It was not a look of curiosity, but a look of anticipation for the moment when he would be active.

Lee Chun-bong was so shocked that he struck the sword he had placed on his left waist once and then climbed the stairs.

The guest house was empty on every floor.

The higher I went, the better the view of Gwangju became.

The fifth floor, which feels closer to the sky than the ground.

“I have come to see the Heavenly Horse.”

An old man with an impressive white beard greets you while holding a gong.

Lee Chun-bong looked behind him.

I thought there would be a few more people, so it was surprising that he was the only one there.

old man.

Jin Mok-seung, the elder of the Gwangdong Jin family.

He noticed Lee Chun-bong’s gaze and responded.

“I told you not to come because you are a troublesome group anyway.”

“I guess your will is the consensus of the Jinga elders.”

Druk─.

Lee Chun-bong sat down.

After that, Jeong Yun-yang and Gu Wolmyeong stood side by side.

Jin Mok-seung glanced at them and then sat down across from Lee Chun-bong.

“I can’t see the clear sky.”

“He is a troublesome person.”

“… … .”

Jin Mok-seung’s eyes narrowed.

I didn’t know that I would go back on my own words like this.

I wondered if he was arrogant because he quickly became a cult leader and a martial arts master at a young age.

“Can you really make decisions about that child without me being there?”

“I think it will work.”

Lee Chun-bong rested his chin indifferently.

He sat crookedly and pointed at Jin Mok-seung.

“You guys broke that dantian.”

“It was a measure to save lives.”

“They said you killed Jin Cheong-cheon’s biological mother too.”

“… … Is that what the child says?”

“Am I wrong?”

Jin Mok-seung remained silent for a moment.

I glanced up at the summer sky over Gwangju that could be seen far away.

“It’s not wrong, but it’s a complicated situation.”

“And now, to say that you’re going to promote Jin Cheong-cheon as the head of the household is just too much.”

He looked back at Lee Chun-bong.

He spoke with eyes that were more like those of a martial artist than anyone else.

“That’s why I want to put it up as a family tree.”

A man’s short circuit.

A mother who loves her child.

And life too.

Even if you have lost everything and only evil remains.

“Because the position of head of the Gwangdong Jin family has that much value.”