Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 205



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 205

Not eating every day, not eating every day (2)

Immediately after Hong-gae closed his mouth.

Ilmok spoke to the beggars.

“From now on, those who wish to follow the teachings of our Maitreya Buddhism and receive wages through work should wash their bodies directly with the stone from now on. And those who do not, go back immediately.”

Some beggars rose up in revolt against the proclamation of the day.

“Hey, didn’t you just give me something to eat last time?”

“Why did you suddenly change your words like that? You must have some hidden agenda!”

But their rebellion was of little significance.

“Our Maitreya Buddhism is determined to punish evildoers and save sentient beings. Let me ask you this. Those of you who do not do what you are given the opportunity to do, but instead beg and covet the sacrifices of sentient beings, are you good people? Or are you evil people?”

It wasn’t the beggars who answered Ichimoku’s question.

“He is a villain!!”

“Those, those shameless guys!”

When people realized that the beggars were even refusing to wash in order to beg, they began to criticize the beggars.

Naturally, the beggars were faced with a choice.

Most of the beggars are those who have learned martial arts, including Honggae. They are starting to pay attention to Gaebongdo.

“I, I will work!”

“I want to live like a human being, too, man!”

Some of the beggars, with their eyes tightly shut, ignored the red-faced and the open-minded and carried the stone coffins.

“Your Majesty!”

At the sight of the beggars ignoring them, several of the open-minded people looked for Honggae in a hurry, but he shook his head with a dark expression on his face as if he had come to visit them.

“… That’s it. Let’s go back now for today.”

Eventually, the beggars were divided into those who left after Hong Gae and those who stayed and washed themselves.

The beggars who left were not leaving because they did not want to work.

It was because of their trust in Hong-gae, who had protected them all this time. To be exact, it was because they thought that the authors might be strange people, just as Hong-gae had said.

Immediately after all the beggars who were going to leave have left.

“Let the assembly begin!”

As soon as the command was given, the monk came forward and began to preach.

Although the scuffle with the beggars could have been chaotic, the atmosphere was quite passionate.

This was because he was greatly impressed by the sight of Ilmok admonishing the beggars.

While everyone’s eyes were focused on the monk who was giving the sermon, Ichimoku used his stealth skills and quickly returned to his original hiding place.

– It was a truly moving teaching, Confucius, that showed how deeply you had thought about the doctrines of the new religion. I am so grateful, Confucius, for allowing me to reflect on my shallow study of the doctrines.

When I returned to the tree, I heard Dam-bin’s voice, who was hiding somewhere else and watching the situation.

In addition, Hyukryun Seon-ah, who had remained on the tree according to Ilmok’s instructions, was also looking at Ilmok with very familiar eyes.

What should I say?

It was very similar to the look in the eyes of the Cheonma Shinkyo fanatics when they welcomed Cheonma.

Meanwhile, the short sermon of the Buntaju came to an end, and Baekcheon stepped forward with three women.

At the same time, the eyes of those gathered at the meeting changed.

It was the time that everyone who attended the last meeting knew. They intuitively felt that it was hymn time.

“Okay, just a moment!”

At that moment, one of the three groups that participated in the meeting. Some of those from Giru and Changgwan raised their hands and shouted.

“We’ve been preparing to play for the past few days! Would it be okay if we joined you?”

At the gisaengs’ questions, Baekcheon burst into hearty laughter.

“Hahahaha! Your hearts for Maitreya are truly admirable! Of course, it would be nice to join you!”

In response to Baekcheon’s answer, the acolytes began to take out the instruments they had prepared in advance one by one, and Baekcheon, who was watching them, asked.

“Let’s start off strong, with ‘I will fight against the wicked!’ Are you ready?”

The two men answered the question vigorously and exchanged glances.

And right after the anticipators nodded their heads simultaneously, the melody of various instruments resonated throughout the gathering place.

Baekcheon felt the melody with a face in ecstasy, and at the right moment, he began to sing a hymn.

“Fight the wicked, my brothers who are free from sin. Fight boldly against the evil enemy out there.”

Those who had already participated in the previous meeting began singing along with Baekcheon from the introduction.

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

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

Even those who had not yet memorized the song sang the chorus at the top of their lungs without missing a single one.

one side.

A woman who was watching the gathering while hiding in a different place from the main scene. Dam-bin was watching the scene with eyes filled with excitement.

‘Ahhh. Even the master of Manma should have seen this sight.’

The true identity of Maitreya, the supreme being she serves and the one they are desperately searching for. It was regrettable that I could not show her the sight of them worshipping the Heavenly Horse.

Above all else.

‘As the Supreme Being said, the Eight Princes are definitely the ones who will lead our religion to higher heights!’

The mind of the eight Confucius who led all of this was truly amazing.

* * *

After several sermons and hymn sessions.

“It’s getting late and you’re probably all hungry, so please take the snack we’ve prepared for you.”

The time for the midnight snack that the beggars who had already left had longed for has arrived.

While the people who had gathered for the gathering were enjoying a late-night snack and chatting in small groups, Jin Ha-yeon approached the beggars who were eating the late-night snack and spoke to them.

“After you finish eating your supper, follow me.”

At the cold beauty’s words, the beggars looked at her with blank expressions or bowed their heads in shame.

Because of his appearance, which was different from others, I couldn’t even think of talking to him.

But no matter how they reacted, she still had an indifferent expression on her face.

And when it seemed like they had finished eating, she led them somewhere.

Surprisingly, the place she headed to was the empty manor of Nancheonhoe.

That night. In order to erase all traces, all the corpses were burned and all the traces of martial arts that had appeared throughout the estate were covered with other traces, but the bloodstains that remained here and there were not completely removed.

Jin Ha-yeon guided them to the pavilion that had the least amount of blood left.

“It’s late today, so first of all, get out of the night here and avoid the dew. And the first thing you’ll do starting tomorrow is to clean this manor.”

After relaying all the information to those who were no longer beggars, she disappeared into the darkness.

After the woman who had guided them disappeared, the beggars looked at each other with anxious expressions.

“Well, that was a good thing, wasn’t it?”

“Ahem. That must have been a good thing. You gave me food and a place to sleep.”

“No matter how good of a place you may be to sleep, didn’t a bloody battle occur here a few days ago?”

While the beggars share each other’s anxiety, Jin Ha-yeon uses her stealth skills to erase her traces and returns to Bunta.

“I have guided the laborers to the head of the Nancheonhoe, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Miss Jin.”

“Your Majesty, may I ask you a question?”

Ichimoku answered with a questioning tone in her voice, which had become even more pious than before.

“Feel free to ask.”

“By the way, can you tell me what you want them to do?”

She also hadn’t heard the details.

All I did was guide them there and give them a brief explanation, following the sudden message that Ichimoku had sent.

To her question, Ichimoku just shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.

“I think the personnel sent from the headquarters will arrive in about two weeks. We’re going to clean up the place and make it a place for them to use. In addition, we plan to carry out some business there.”

Ilmok told me about some of the things he was thinking about.

And Jin Ha-yeon, who heard the whole story, answered with her usual calm face.

“I never imagined that you would be planning such things in such a short period of time.”

There was still a very slight tremor in her eyes.

Considering the level of skill and side effects she had mastered, it could be said to be a considerable emotional disturbance.

‘… I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or sincere.’

From Ichimoku’s perspective, it just looked like an indifferent face.

“I was just lucky.”

Even if I think about it myself, I am far from being called a ‘genius’.

Considering that he passed the 7th level civil service exam in his past life, he wasn’t stupid, but he was far from being called a ‘genius’.

Still, since I passed the 7th level, I thought I might be a genius.

The reason he could come up with so many different plans in an instant was simple.

Although he may only be eighteen at first glance, he already had years of experience as a member of society when he was Seo Ji-hoon.

‘I was lucky. The only thing I learned was the damned Talhonmujeonggeom. Damn it.’

In addition, the side effect of the magic was that I developed the habit of calculating dozens of possible outcomes for every situation.

* * *

Early the next morning.

“Get up, you punk!”

The owner of the fruit shop yelled at his son, Byeok-gwa.

“No. You went to the meeting yesterday. Did you eat something bad?”

In a half-asleep state, the wall repeated the words he had heard from his father a few days ago.

The wall said that he had been to a meeting with his father last night. At first, his son’s behavior seemed like an oddity, but it was because those who visited the store often said or sang similar things.

And the father, who attended this meeting with his son, spoke with a fire in his eyes.

“Hey, tsk tsk. You were just going to the rally to chase after women. You’re a man.”

As soon as he said that, he unfolded a large piece of paper and spoke.

“Recall the words spoken by the incarnation of Maitreya! From today on, these words will become our family motto!”

There was a phrase written there that said, “No work, no food.”

As a father who had worked in a fruit shop and raised a family for decades, my father was deeply moved by the sight of the Maitreya incarnation admonishing the beggars.

That’s why I asked the middle-aged scholar who was acting like he was so smart, and received the writing on a piece of paper and returned home.

“Okay. Let’s go!”

The father, who had said so, headed to the fruit shop with his son who was still half asleep.

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

Humming addictive hymns was a bonus.

It was Wall and I who were annoyed because we were forced to wake up in the morning because of our father.

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

He also began to work, humming a hymn with his father.

‘When Nancheonhoe existed, life was so dangerous.’

‘I guess I just have to work hard now.’

With the thought that the sky, which always looked gloomy, looked unusually blue.

* * *

The best of Nancheonhoe.

Men who had been beggars until yesterday evening were working hard under someone’s direction, carrying things, destroying buildings, and rebuilding collapsed places.

The man giving them orders was a carpenter employed by the Maitreya Monastery.

He was not just a carpenter who did odd jobs, but a craftsman who could even design houses and manors.

‘I wonder if those who were beggars until yesterday will actually do the job properly, but they’re giving me a lot of money, so I guess I’ll give it a try.’

He was giving instructions to the former beggars who were busily carrying and organizing their belongings, looking at them with a look of distrust.

In fact, he also distrusted the Maitreya Buddhism.

An unidentified organization that suddenly appeared and swept away the Nancheonhoe, and whose name was secretly spreading throughout Nanju. Naturally, there was suspicion that they had an ulterior motive.

It wasn’t because of that.

‘They want us to tear down the central pavilion and build a single, large pavilion. Are they planning on building an indoor martial arts hall? On top of that, they have a school and a medical clinic. I have no idea what they’re doing.’

He looked down at the letter containing the demands of the Maitreya Buddhism with a sour expression.