Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 188



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 188

Maitreya’s teachings (4)

A few days later, late in the evening.

People began to gather on the hillside near Goranghyeon.

These were the people who gathered to participate in the second Mireukmyungyo meeting.

Thanks to the collapse of the Red Cross, the number of people attending the rally was more than three times that of the first time.

“Maitreya is the light and hope that will burn all the evils of the world and save us poor living beings.”

“Trust Him.”

Let the unmanned people of Goranghyeon Bunta take the lead in reciting the sermon.

“The coming of Maitreya.”

“Everyone is saved.”

The civilians who participated in the rally responded simultaneously as if reciting a spell.

Among them, the person praying most earnestly was the girl who had been dragged into the enemy’s cell the night before.

The girl named Cheong had been doing her best even before she joined the rally.

There were probably more new believers she had converted than the people in Goranghyeon Bunta.

“Repent. Repent and believe in Maitreya. If you do, peace will come to you.”

“The coming of Maitreya.”

“Everyone is saved.”

Once again, someone’s sermon continues, and those listening to the sermon begin to recite a prayer without anyone saying anything first.

Ilmok, who was leisurely watching the rally while hiding in a tree near the rally site, felt goosebumps.

‘You did a good job hiding your identity. Oh my.’

Because it was such a bizarre sight.

After a while, the meeting continued. A middle-aged man who had been looking around with an anxious expression on his face and showing a distracted look suddenly opened his mouth.

“But, isn’t the incarnation of Maitreya coming to visit us today?”

To that question, Gorang-hyeon Bunta-ju, who was leading the meeting, answered.

“The incarnation of Maitreya is the one who purifies evil on behalf of Maitreya. He comes to the secular world only when there is evil like the Four Evils.”

“If there is evil, there is!”

At the man’s shout, everyone’s eyes turned to the middle-aged man.

In the midst of all this, the man shouted with his eyes looking mad.

“Old man Park of the pharmacy on the street! You all know how wicked that old man is! He regularly collects money for medicine from people who are sick and can’t go to work and earn money! He is a terrible evil person who makes money by taking advantage of the lives of poor people!”

Ichimoku, who was watching the situation from the tree, clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘I knew this would happen.’

It was a picture I had roughly expected.

Humans were not good. It wasn’t that Ilmok was completely influenced by the Cheonmasin religion and thought that way. He just knew it well because he had suffered so much during his time as a social welfare worker.

In particular, the malice and anger toward the world that was deeply rooted in the hearts of the poor was beyond imagination.

It goes without saying that the majority of those who harass government officials are of this type.

“There is a person greater than Mr. Park!”

“Would you rather be the wife of Mrs. Chae from upstairs? She pesters the maids and servants so much that everyone who has been there once comes out with tears and snot running down their face!”

Another madness of a different name has struck the gathering of the Maitreya Buddhism.

A madness called a curse, where people accuse each other and pray for the punishment of those they do not like.

After watching the scene for a while, Ichimoku used his lightness to jump down from the tree.

Knock knock.

The face of Ichimoku, who had fallen to the ground, was now covered with an angry mask.

“Oh, you are an incarnation.”

“The incarnation of Maitreya has come to visit!”

When the believers who had seen the first sight shouted like this, people started shouting all at once.

A mad cry to kill all those who have a grudge against him.

However, their cries soon came to an end.

“Shout!”

The shout of Ichimoku, filled with internal energy, drove away their madness.

“Eek… .”

The intense ki waves and murderous intent spreading out from the center of Ichimoku’s body were too heavy and terrifying for ordinary people who had not learned martial arts to handle.

As silence fell over the area, Ichimoku quietly opened his mouth.

“I have come to this world again today, feeling the deep current of malice and resentment.”

As soon as he said that, he pointed his sword at the middle-aged man who had first shouted.

“Do you want Mr. Park to die?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

As the man answered with his eyes filled with madness while trembling, a gray-white energy suddenly began to flow from Ichimoku’s sword.

“Instead, even if you die?”

“!?”

While the man’s face turned pale at the unexpected question, Ichimoku opened his mouth again.

“Have you really never committed any crime? Have you never told a lie in your life, or argued with anyone?”

“That, that….”

“Can you really be sure that no one will pray to Maitreya to kill you?”

The man, whose face had turned pale, lowered his head, unable to open his mouth, avoiding Ichimoku’s gaze.

Only then did Ilmok slowly turn his head and look at the faces of some of the people who had participated in the meeting.

“You are greatly mistaken.”

Just a moment ago, they were the ones who had been cursing so hard.

“Maitreya is the one who will descend to punish the evils of the secular world. Then I ask you. Can you truly guarantee that you will be able to avoid Maitreya’s divine punishment?”

Could it be because of Ichimoku’s words? Or could it be because of the murderous aura emanating from Ichimoku’s body?

Not a single person dared to answer the question with confidence.

While everyone was shaking with their heads down, Ichimoku continued speaking.

“The day Maitreya descends to this world, all the wicked people in the world will receive divine punishment. So what should you do? Shouldn’t you first think about living a life of helping others and avoiding evil deeds in order to avoid Maitreya’s wrath?”

Live well.

Ilmok, who had been spouting out obvious things, immediately swung his sword into the air.

The black energy that passed through the people who were frozen in fear created a loud noise, cutting down the beautiful tree growing in the distance.

“All evildoers like the Red Four will be thrown into the pit of hell by Maitreya in that manner. When that day comes, light will come to those who have lived good lives.”

As the one who had been speaking so fiercely until now spoke softly for the last time, the girl called Cheong shouted.

“I will repent! I will repent of my sins every night, and I will wait for the day when Maitreya will punish the wicked!”

Just after she shouted that, Goranghyeon Buntaju shouted, realizing that now was the most appropriate time.

“Maitreya has arrived!!”

In his hut, those gathered here shouted in unison what they would do.

“Everyone’s alive!!”

Why is that?

Even though they realized that Maitreya was not a kind god who would grant their wishes as soon as they asked.

“Maitreya has arrived!!”

“Everyone’s alive!!”

The faith in the eyes of those gathered at the meeting deepened further.

It was because of the awe called fear.

Because humans originally couldn’t feel any emotion of longing for beings they could control as they pleased.

“Let us repent!”

“Maitreya has arrived!”

“Everyone’s alive!!”

Thanks to the awe in the eyes of those praying earnestly, Dam-bin, who was mixed in with the crowd, was also able to realize it.

Why did Ilmok suddenly step forward and admonish the sentient beings?

‘Could it be that Confucius had anticipated this?’

She was impressed by Ichimoku’s insight and thought.

‘I think I now understand why the Supreme Being cherishes his eight sons so much.’

As I was thinking about that, Goranghyeon Buntaju was also spicy.

Of course, the first thing is just that.

‘Phew. Looks like no one’s coming for a while.’

He just made threats because he didn’t want to bother dealing with the actual complaint.

* * *

Around the afternoon of the next day.

Today, too, in the empty atmosphere of Bunta, Ichimoku was swinging his sword alone.

‘Tsk. Was the Ark too weak?’

But unfortunately, there was no particular enlightenment.

In the past, the enlightenment that would come with just a little bit of experience has been nowhere to be seen these days.

Certainly, the higher the level, the more distant it seemed to be to attain enlightenment.

Squeak.

As the sound of people returning to the bunta was heard, along with an unpleasant friction sound, Ichimoku raised his sword.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Under the command of Ilmok, Dambin answered as a representative.

“What have we done? It is all thanks to Confucius who created the board.”

Others nodded in agreement.

At first glance, it was a situation that didn’t make sense.

‘You’re happy that your work has increased because of me.’

It had been three years since I was dragged into the Cheonmasin Church. I still couldn’t understand the way the cult members thought.

“Also, it seems that the investigation into the work that Confucius instructed has been almost completed.”

As Dam-bin said this, he looked at Gorang-hyeon Bunta-ju, and Bunta-ju took a step forward and opened his mouth.

“The Nancheonhoe that the Red Ark spoke of is a group of lawless sects who claim to be the masters of Nanju. Your Majesty.”

Nanzhou was the capital of Gansu Province.

At the news that the Sapa bastards were controlling such a saint, Ilmok frowned.

“That’s surprising. The Murim Alliance is leaving those guys alone.”

Dam-bin smiled coldly at Ichimoku’s question.

“Why would those hypocrites who call themselves the political party be greedy for Gansu Province, which is not worth any money?”

In response to her answer, Ichimoku began to organize his thoughts by mixing together what he had been taught in the Cheonmasin Church and the rumors he had heard before joining the Demonic Cult.

‘I’ve heard that Gansu Province was a fairly wealthy region in the past.’

Hundreds of years ago.

The Silk Road, which was used during the exchange between the Central Plains and the Western world, was directly connected to Gansu Province.

Countless merchants passed through Gansu Province to go to Xinjiang Province using the Silk Road, and naturally, there was a time when gold and silver treasures gathered in Gansu Province.

However, as the period of war passed, the number of people traveling along the Silk Road rapidly decreased, and furthermore, an incident occurred where Gansu Province could no longer be used as a trade route.

The incident that led to the establishment of the Cheonmasin Church in Xinjiang exactly two hundred years ago.

As the number of merchants visiting Gansu Province, which could no longer be used as a route for trade, decreased sharply, Gansu Province gradually lost its vitality.

I even remembered hearing that since Xingang was right next door, the large sects and the upper class did not even bother to come near it for fear that the Cheonma Sect might invade at any time.

‘It was because of these crazy pseudo-people.’

When I learned why Sapa was so active in Gansu Province, I couldn’t help but sigh.

As he glanced at the group with a look of discomfort, Dam-bin added, perhaps misunderstanding the meaning behind the expression.

“The only sects that are worth being greedy about are the three sects in Sichuan Province and the two sects in Shaanxi Province, but they will have a hard time moving because they are keeping an eye on each other.”

The three schools in Sichuan Province were Qingcheng, Ami, and Sichuan Tangga, and the two schools in Shaanxi were Huashan and Zhongnan.

Although they were of the same political party, they were not completely one group.

If someone were to leave their house to occupy Gansu Province, they could be said to be willing to laugh and raid the other person’s empty house.

The thought of the Gupaebang and the Seven Great Sega came to mind as I recalled the contents of a martial arts novel I had read in my past life.

“Hmm? But wasn’t there a famous political faction in Gansu Province? What happened to the Gongdong faction?”

It varies from one martial arts novel to another, and in most cases, it only appears by name, but the name that is often mentioned as the Gupa Ibang is Gongdongpa.

And Gongdongsan, the home of the Gongdong faction, was located at the edge of Gansu Province.

But why is that?

Dam-bin looked at Il-mok with an ambiguous expression.

“If it is a sect of the same name, it is now a sect with no real meaning. Your Majesty.”

“That communist faction?”

When Ilmok asked back with a look of ignorance, Dambin took a moment to collect his thoughts and answered briefly.

“Do you know the greatest battle recorded in the history of the Three Great Heavenly Horsemen, the Heavenly Horse Lord Paedo?”

Ichimoku, who graduated from the Magic Academy with honors, was able to grasp the situation just from that unexpected question.

Paedocheonma (覇道天魔) is a person who passed away over 600 years ago. He was a person from the time when the Cheonma Singyo was still active in the Central Plains, and he was a heavenly demon who led the revival of the Cheonma Singyo.

He was later called the ‘Paedocheonma’ (a tyrant) because of his unconventional behavior of wiping out anyone he didn’t like.

As has always been the case with the Cheonmasingyo, most of the achievements of the Cheonmasingyo have disappeared like a mirage due to the fight for the position of the leader that followed the ascension of the Cheonmasingyo.

Anyway, according to the history learned from the Cheonmasingyo, there was a time when Paedocheonma went alone to find and wipe out the false teachings of the Taoist priests.

The battle in which he single-handedly slaughtered hundreds of Malko Taoists was recorded as the greatest battle among the feats of the Heavenly Demon.

therefore.

‘Those hypocrites who were wiped out by the Heavenly Demon of the Underworld were actually part of the same faction!!’

Ilmok was able to realize how narrow-minded and distorted his historical education had been.