Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 202



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 202

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The day after the meeting.

The eldest son of a fruit shop owner who had been attracted to a beautiful woman and girl and had participated in the gathering. As usual, Byeokwa started business with his father early in the morning.

There’s just one thing that’s different from usual.

“Peace like a river to me. Peace like a river to me.”

The thing is, without realizing it, I kept humming the addictive song I heard yesterday.

“This guy has been singing since last night. Peace is a fucking peace. If this keeps up, our dinner table won’t be peaceful, you punk.”

He pouted at his father’s nagging, who was in a bad mood because he had just started a business and had not had any customers yet.

“Will you be able to do business if you feel bad, Father? If you do business with a relaxed mind, customers will approach you comfortably. Try calling Father too. You will feel at ease. Peace is like a river to me.”

“This idiot really, where did he go for a walk last night?”

While the father looked at his son as if he were crazy, and the son sang a hymn excitedly, ignoring his father’s gaze, a passerby entered the fruit shop.

“What’s good today?”

The son and father, who realized belatedly that a guest had arrived, shouted with smiles on their faces without saying who should go first.

“Come on in!”

“There is nothing lacking in our produce. Feel free to browse and choose.”

The female passenger let out a faint laugh at the sight of the two rich men, glanced around at the fruits, and pointed to an apple.

The rich man quickly gathered the apples and handed them to the woman. The woman paid the bill and took the apples, making a strange remark.

“It looks like you went to the meeting last night.”

At the woman’s words, a smile appeared on the wall and on the corners of her mouth.

“Oh! Did you go there too, young lady?”

“Yes. I would rather fight against evildoers than be peaceful like a river. It just rolls off the tongue. It’s like when you sing, you get a feeling of strength rising up in you.”

As the woman who said that quietly hummed, “Gwang~ Myung Gwangmyeong Mireukmyeong~ Gyo,” the wall and I also smiled brightly and sang the chorus together.

As the woman smiled faintly at the sight of the wall and left the fruit shop, the father looked at his son with a bewildered expression.

“What the hell is going on right now?”

“Can’t you see? Isn’t this all happening because peace has come to my heart, Father?”

The wall that answered like that started humming a song again as if talking to myself, ‘Peace that is like a river to me.’

But the father, who was worried about what happened a little while ago, couldn’t bring himself to scold his son.

Is it because of that song?

After that, customers continued to come, and some of them pretended to know him and even sang along.

At that bizarre sight, the father had been watching his son’s antics with a bewildered face for some time.

“Peace is like a river to me.”

Without realizing it, I found myself singing along with my son’s song.

* * *

Things similar to what happened at the fruit shop were happening all over Nanju.

People walking along the street, or some of them doing business, keep humming a strange song of unknown origin.

And the red-light district was no different, exuding this strange atmosphere.

No, that was the worst.

“Gwang~ Myung Gwangmyeong Maitreya Myung~ Gyo.”

“Peace is like a river to me.”

Because the Mireukmyunggyo took over the red-light district on behalf of the Nancheonhoe, all the Kiruna and Changgwan who came under the jurisdiction of the Mireukmyunggyo had to participate in the meeting.

Whether it was a shopkeeper, a courtesan, a bodyguard, or a manager, I had listened to the hymn so many times last night that the tune wouldn’t leave my mouth.

The symptoms were even more serious because among the gisaengs there were some who could play musical instruments.

Tiring~

“I think this part could be played like this?”

“I’ll play you a tune. Would you like to play it?”

They played their instruments to recreate the tune of the hymn among themselves, and as the passing merchants and guards sang along to the tune, the hymn was never-ending throughout the red-light district.

While hymns were continuously ringing out from all over the red-light district, on the top floor of Jinhongru, located on one side of the red-light district.

An old man who was in charge of several other buildings in addition to Jinhongru. Jinhongruju was meeting a middle-aged woman.

“You said you wanted to meet the incarnation of Maitreya?”

At the woman’s request, Jin Hongru showed an unpleasant reaction.

“I said I wanted to meet the new owners of Nanju.”

“They are the incarnations of Maitreya.”

“If so, I would like to meet them.”

“They are not the kind of people who come when I tell them to and go when I tell them to.”

The middle-aged woman looked troubled by Jin Hongruju’s rejection.

“Even if the Red Queen cannot call them, don’t you often come to see the Red Queen? Couldn’t you at least give them a word then?”

“You are such a desperate person. Did you do business alone last night?”

This was the biggest reason why Jin Hongruju was in a bad mood.

It was not about absolute loyalty to the Maitreya teachings or daring to prevent people from meeting the incarnation of Maitreya.

Last night, when all the geishas and prostitutes who had entered the Mireukmyungyo sect had stopped doing business to attend a meeting, some of the geishas and prostitutes in the red-light district continued their business as normal.

It was not a place that dared to rebel against the Maitreya Buddhism.

These were places that the Maitreya Buddhism had not attempted to take over in the first place.

They also paid tribute to the existing Nancheonhoe, but it was because they had a separate organization.

This was a fact that was discovered by combining information already known from the Cheonmasingyo Nanju Branch and information obtained during the process of uncovering the Nancheonhoe, and that was why the Mireukmyungyo did not accept them.

And since they did not belong to the Maitreya Buddhism, they had been doing business among themselves the night before, monopolizing the customers who came to the red-light district.

“I just couldn’t bring myself to go to the meeting because I wasn’t invited. But I can’t stop doing business when I have no business.”

Jin Hongru laughed at the words of the middle-aged woman who owned the kiln called Jeokhwaru.

“Don’t use such obvious tricks. You haven’t trusted them yet, so you’re throwing us out like prey. You’re just watching to see if something terrible happens to us at that meeting, and then when you see that we’re okay, you’re going to ask for protection.”

The woman, who had been hit hard, paused for a moment, sighed, and spoke with a serious expression.

“Honestly, wasn’t that a ridiculous story? A mere five cents of the income as protection money? And on top of that, giving money to the gisaengs and even forgiving their debts? Did Your Majesty the Red Crown believe such a ridiculous story from the beginning?”

“… … .”

The old man could not easily lie and say, “Yes, that is so,” under the gaze of the red-haired man who seemed to be trying to see through his own psychology.

Although he survived because he was careful, Jin Hongruju was also an old man who had seen both good and bad things for decades, so he knew very well that those who offered such good conditions were likely scammers.

But not anymore.

Didn’t anything terrible happen at the meeting, and didn’t they even give you money for carrying the cart or preparing the night snack at the meeting?

“As you know, Your Majesty, I have many people to take responsibility for. I just couldn’t act rashly. Please understand, at least for the sake of the children I am responsible for.”

“Ahem.”

As Jin Hongruju snorted in disapproval and blew out the smoke from Gombangdae’s cigarette, Jeok Hwaruju added.

“I’m not just saying this. Last night. I’ll give you half of the profits we made from our business.”

Jin Hongruju seemed to be hesitating for a moment at Red Flower Ruju’s words, then said.

“I will relay this story as it is to the Maitreya incarnation. They will decide whether to accept or reject it, so I will relay the results once they are out.”

Like a prudent old man, Jin Hongruju did not get greedy.

Most of the kirus and changgwan were closed last night, so the red light district and a few kirus that had made huge profits were closed.

Instead of keeping half of the profits he earned there for himself, he decided to tell the incarnation of Maitreya and pass it on to them.

Jin Hongruju, who has lived in a harsh world until she became old, has seen too many people leave this world because they were greedy for money.

* * *

In the streets, streets, and red-light districts of Nanju, stories about the Maitreya religion are being told, and hymns are being sung.

There was a loud noise coming from the shacks under the bridge where the beggars of Nanju lived together.

“I’m really disappointed, brothers!”

“No. Is this why you told us not to go there?”

Beggars with water dripping from their mouths were venting their anger on other beggars with fire in their eyes.

“Wow, we didn’t know it would turn out like that.”

“Of course! We were going to bring you your share too. We’re family!”

The beggars who were being harassed were busy avoiding eye contact, not knowing what to do.

“Ahem. It’s all Mr. Honggae’s fault! Go ask Mr. Honggae!”

Meanwhile, a young beggar wearing three knots on his beggar’s clothes quickly sold the leader out.

Only then did the beggars, with fire in their eyes, come out to look for Honggae, who was hiding in the hut.

“Brother Honggae!”

“Sir! This is really not right!”

As he began to find himself outside, Hong-gae left the hut with a blush on his face, true to his name.

‘That damn beggar!’

Hong-gae was furious because of the disciple of Sam-gyeol who sold him out.

“Are you trying to get mad at us right now?”

“You could have had a meal without begging, but now you’re starving because of someone. How can you do this to us!”

Hong-gae was finally forced to bow down to the beggars’ continued attacks.

They were not open-minded people like Hong Gae. They were ordinary beggars living in Nanju.

And today, while begging, they heard something they shouldn’t have heard.

Last night, at the gathering of the Mireukmyungyo, they gave out free snacks to everyone who came.

What is the reason they could not attend the meeting?

This was because Honggae and other Gaebangdo people warned that the place was dangerous and that people should not even come near it.

But when I actually heard the story, it was not dangerous at all, but rather a great place where they even gave me free food.

Naturally, such suspicions blossomed among the common beggars.

“Speak up, Elder Honggae! Didn’t you do that on purpose? Didn’t you say that to only take care of the people who were open, because you were worried that there wouldn’t be enough food for the gathering?”

At the absurd misunderstanding of the common beggars, Hong-gae suddenly raised his head and shouted with a red face.

“Don’t talk nonsense! I’m doing this to protect you! I even asked them to give me more food. I told you to bring your share too. Those damned bastards didn’t give it to me!”

Hong Gae, who had said so, glared at the Gaebodo members as if asking them to become witnesses.

The surprised people in the open world quickly opened their mouths in surprise at the terrifying gaze.

“Elder Honggae is right.”

“Yes. He said that they would only distribute it to those who attended the meeting, and that those who didn’t receive it could attend the next meeting.”

At the explanation of the openness, the eyes of the common beggars lit up.

“Next meeting?”

“Are there any more gatherings like that?”

“Ahre. No, because it was ahre yesterday, the meeting will be held at the same place and time a day later.”

The common beggars who heard the explanation of the open-minded people looked at Hong-gae with glaring eyes.

The eyes of the beggars who missed out on free food were filled with murderous intent.

“You’re not going to stop me from going this time either, are you? Elder Honggae.”

“Ahem. Is that what you mean?”

Hong-gae, who eventually realized that he could not stop ordinary beggars from approaching the Maitreya Buddha statue, lowered his head with a sigh.

‘Surely you didn’t calculate this and do it?’

Hong-gae wondered if those guys were plotting to turn even beggars into believers.

“Oh. And if you want to participate in the meeting, you need to know some songs.”

“sing?”

As the common beggars seemed to have calmed down a bit, the open-minded people began to tell them about the hymn.

The young open-minded people were also already familiar with the song, having heard it at rallies.

“Sing along. Peace is like a river to me.”

“Peace is like a river to me.”

In the midst of his already disturbing situation, when he heard the hymns of the Maitreya Buddhist sect right next to him, Hong-gae raised his head and looked up at the blue sky.

‘The whole world is the Maitreya Buddha’s teachings.’