Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 200



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 200

Missionary work (4)

Unlike Baekcheon, who was singing the hymn with a majestic voice and shining clear eyes, everyone who gathered at the meeting was showing a lukewarm reaction.

It was natural. It was a sudden situation, and it was a song I had never heard before.

But Baekcheon was not a man who would be swayed by such an atmosphere.

All that mattered to him was the fact that everyone was looking at him.

He started singing the first verse of ‘I will fight against the wicked’ again with an indifferent face.

There was no way around it. Ilmok was not a true Christian, so even if it was a famous hymn, he only knew one verse.

And the moment his song reached the chorus again.

“Gwang~ Myung! Gwangmyeong! Maitreya Myung~ Gyo!!”

“Gwang~ Myung! Gwangmyeong! Maitreya Myung~ Gyo!!”

Among those attending the rally, several people began singing along to the catchy chorus.

These are the people that Ilmok had planted. They were the members of the Cheonmasingyo branch.

As the saying goes, “Three people make a tiger,” humans are easily swayed by their surroundings.

“Well, it’s a strange song.”

“Isn’t it a bit tight when you put it on?”

“It’s strangely exciting.”

The hymn’s powerful addictiveness had the power to make even those who had attended the meeting without knowing anything about it start to lick their lips.

“Gwang~ Myung! Gwangmyeong! Maitreya Myung~ Gyo!!”

“Gwang~ Myung! Gwangmyeong! Maitreya Myung~ Gyo!!”

By the time the hymn was repeated three times, everyone in the congregation had begun singing along with excited faces.

one side.

Ilmok, who was sitting leisurely on a tree growing a little distance from the meeting place, let out a faint sigh as he looked at the extremely religious scene.

He wanted to leave the meeting to others and rest in Bunta, but in the end, he had no choice but to sneak into the meeting place like this.

It was because of my obsessive-compulsive disorder. It was good to delegate work to others, but I felt at ease only after seeing it with my own eyes at least once.

‘I’m glad you came.’

And thanks to that obsession, Ichimoku was able to reap a small harvest.

It didn’t mean that I could see with my own eyes that the hymn was more popular than I thought.

Beggars were mingling in various places in the assembly hall, with soup dripping from their hands.

“Tsk. The liberals have already smelled it.”

Those beggars who learned martial arts too.

* * *

The great powers of the Central Plains, the Gupaebang and the Seven Great Clans. Among them, one faction of the Gupaebang was the one that referred to openness.

The Bei Gang, which was considered one of the largest powers in the Central Plains, was, as its name suggests, a group of beggars.

Originally, the group called Gaebong was not a group created by beggars who had learned martial arts. On the contrary, it was created in the process of those who had learned martial arts protecting the beggars.

In the past, it was a time of war when the rulers of the Central Plains changed hands one after another. Countless beggars appeared throughout the Central Plains, and a certain swordsman who took pity on them willingly stepped forward to help them.

He was the person who was called the Gaebongjosa of Gaebong, and in the process of passing down the martial arts he taught to beggars to protect themselves and his noble intentions, the group called Gaebong was naturally formed.

However, despite the spirited intentions and efforts of the Gaepa Investigation, even after hundreds of years, there were still countless beggars living in the world, and Gaepa Investigation had turned into one of the few information groups in the Central Plains.

There was no place in the world without beggars, so they became a group that collected and reprocessed information picked up by beggars from all over the Central Plains, made money by reselling that information, and used that money to feed the beggars.

Naturally, there were countless beggars living in Lanzhou, the capital of Gansu Province, and there was also a party called the Open Party to protect them.

“What are you talking about now?”

In response to the question of Hong Gai, the lord of Gansu Province and the Five-Knotted Beggar, a young beggar with three knots tied around his waist sighed and answered.

“Are your ears blocked now? Well, I said that the Nancheonhoe has collapsed.”

At the young beggar’s yellow attitude, Hong-gae hit the back of his head and said.

“Have you completely changed your manners? You’re talking nonsense to the head of the household.”

“They say that if you don’t eat for five days, even the emperor won’t look you in the eye. How can you be respectful to the head of the household?”

Hong-gae shouted with a blush on his face, befitting his name, at the answer of the disciple of Sam-gyeol, whose eyes were sparkling with life.

“You should have been begging often! It’s your ugly face that’s the blame. Where the hell are you going to be begging for?”

“Is it because of my appearance right now? Isn’t it because the neighborhood is a mess! Because of that damned Nancheonhoe!”

At the shout of the three disciples, Buntaju clicked his tongue.

That was right.

As the saying goes, “People’s hearts grow in the granary,” Nanju’s hearts were at rock bottom thanks to the wicked deeds of Nancheonhoe.

Since most people were busy trying to make a living, there were only a handful of people who gave alms to beggars.

However, the reason the disciple of the three was truly angry was not because he had failed to beg.

It was because of the helplessness that there was nothing that could be done even though the people’s livelihood was heading towards the abyss of hell.

He lived as a beggar since childhood, but he devoted himself to openness with determination and learned martial arts.

But there was no reason for him to display the martial arts he had learned here.

Even if the Nanju Open Clans combined their power, it would be impossible to defeat the Nancheonhoe. Even Hong Gae, who was the current leader of the Five-Legged Clan, was far behind the leader of the Nancheonhoe.

In order to resolve the Nancheonhoe without causing any damage, Elder Bangju or Palgyeol had to step forward, but they were busy with other matters and did not have time to worry about Gansu Province.

The Central Plains were so vast, and Gansu Province was on the outskirts of the Central Plains.

In that sense, Nancheonhoeju was quite clever. While selling women and doing all sorts of trashy things, he didn’t touch beggars.

It was to avoid provoking the wrath of the liberals by carelessly provoking the beggars.

It couldn’t have been anything other than a strange symbiotic relationship. Nancheonhoe would often create new beggars by putting others in debt.

Of course, the disciple of Samgyeol boasted of his youthful spirit and overflowing morale, so he was filled with the desire to confront Nancheonhoe even if he himself died, but he could not dare to attack the Nancheonhoe master.

The middle-aged beggar right in front of him. Because of the head of the family, Hong-gae.

There was an order from the ark to constantly monitor the situation in Gansu Province, and even if you were a beggar, you were not to treat your life as if it were worth shit.

Instead, it was about a year ago that I told him to just beg and take care of the poor beggars.

Instead of tapping the back of the head of the young beggar again, who had been suppressing his anger for a year, the butler spoke to him soothingly.

“Well, I guess I won’t have to worry about food for a while.”

“Why? Because the Nancheonhoe collapsed?”

“okay.”

“But if those guys who destroyed Nancheonhoe were worse than Nancheonhoe, wouldn’t they have been ruined forever?”

“What an ignorant bastard.”

“They’re all the same, but aren’t they both equally bad at learning and eating?”

When the young disciple grumbled, Hong-gae responded with a mocking laugh.

“There are smart people and stupid people even if they haven’t learned anything, you idiot. Think about it. If there are people who can destroy the Nancheonhoe overnight, wouldn’t they be some strange person hiding somewhere or a new group? Wouldn’t the General Staff recognize the value of information about such people?”

“ah!!”

When the young beggar finally understood the meaning of the master’s words and let out an exclamation, Hong-gae smiled brightly. A smile with gravy flowing out from his yellow teeth.

“This time, let’s use the money that I’ve been receiving from the general manager for a long time to buy some meat soup for the beggars.”

* * *

From the morning of the day when Nancheonhoe collapsed, a special order was passed down to the beggars of Nanju.

The entity that destroyed the Nancheonhoe. Or the special mission to obtain information about the group.

With a very fascinating story that if you seek information, you might end up eating meat soup.

But the beggars were not stupid. No, they had a keen sense of humor as they lived as beggars.

They did not commit the folly of needlessly arresting people and asking about the one who destroyed the Nancheonhoe.

Just on the streets, in the marketplaces, near the laundromats where women do their laundry, near the kiru and the changgwan.

I begged all over Nanju, keeping one ear open.

And the countless pieces of information that the beggars had gathered were passed on to the disciples of Gaeboong, who then organized the information and passed it on to the leader of the clan, Honggae.

“So, those guys from the Maitreya Buddhism cleaned up the Nancheonhoe?”

“Yes. I don’t know about other places, but rumors are spreading all over the red-light district.”

“So, where do they live?”

“I don’t know.”

“what?”

When Hong-gae asked back with a bewildered expression, the disciple of Sam-gyeol answered with a shameless face.

“No. They claimed that they had swept away the Nancheonhoe and took over the red-light district, but they never revealed their whereabouts. That’s why there are only rumors going around in the red-light district. They just gave us the order to attend the rally tonight and disappeared?”

The disciple of the three gods who had spoken thus far added as if something had occurred to him.

“Ah! In the meantime, all the disobedient Kiruna and the owners of the brothels were killed.”

“You killed them all?”

“yes.”

“… These guys are even worse than Nancheonhoe.”

“They seem like good guys, don’t they?”

At the words of the disciple of the three lords, Hong-gae crumpled his face and said.

“Have you completely lost your taste for begging?”

“No, didn’t we kill all the bad guys? This time, a messenger came from the Gorang-hyeon Bunta area, and we killed all the black bastards there, including the Red Guards, and distributed the Red Guards’ assets to the residents.”

“You divided up the property?”

“Yes. What is it? If you believe in and follow only their doctrine, then in the future, when Maitreya descends to this world, all the wicked will perish and the good will be blessed with light? Anyway, that’s the doctrine.”

“So, they’re the kind of guys who help the good guys and kill all the bad guys?”

“Yes. So aren’t they good guys?”

“Hey, you ignorant bastard.”

In the end, Hong-gae, unable to bear it any longer, ended up hitting the back of the head of Sam-gyeol’s disciple.

“No! I’m already dizzy from starving for several days, so why are you hitting my head… . Why are you doing that!”

Hong-gae knew that the disciple of Sam-gyeol was about to say something nonsense but quickly changed his words, but he did not scold him.

All I could do was let out a light sigh.

‘The doctrine itself may sound plausible, but these guys are dangerous.’

He was over middle-aged. Having lived as a beggar for decades, Hong-gae had some experience, so he could tell.

Just because something appears clean on the outside doesn’t mean it’s clean on the inside.

This was especially true for several of the major political parties in the Central Plains.

“You said the meeting was tonight? Where?”

* * *

That night.

Honggae gave instructions to the followers and went to the meeting place of the Mireukmyungyo.

He issued a restraining order to common beggars, and only led the open-minded, including himself.

If any problem occurred, there was a risk that common beggars would die in vain.

As if he didn’t want to miss even the smallest thing, he took a moment to look around the atmosphere with his senses wide open.

A man wearing an angry mask of the Four Heavenly Kings appeared and gave a strange sermon.

“We, the Maitreya Buddhists, are those who await the Maitreya who will come to this world in the future.”

Then a young man, his face uncovered, stepped forward and began to sing.

‘This can’t be happening.’

Hong-gae had a hard time controlling his expression at the sight of the young man singing.

‘At such a young age, he has achieved such great things!’

A face that seemed to have just reached the age of maturity. Despite his age, which was ambiguous enough to be called a late-blooming index, the young man’s realm was no less than that of the five-legged beings of openness.

‘… It is on par with Chilryongibong (Seven Dragons and Two Phoenixes).’

It was a moment when the nine most talked-about post-graduate figures in the Central Plains came to mind.

While Hong-gae was hiding his surprise at the fact that the power of the Maitreya Buddhists was formidable, the atmosphere of the meeting changed completely.

Before he knew it, people began to sing along to his songs, one by one.

‘What? Is this brainwashing?’

Hong-gae, who had become more alert due to the highly addictive song, turned his head to look around.

Then I closed my eyes tightly.

“Gwang~ Myung! Gwangmyeong! Maitreya Myung~ Gyo!!”

It was because of the sight of young beggars singing along more passionately than anyone else.