Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 218



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 218

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The group decided to take a day off here, so they left the camp and headed to the Gongdongpa Hall.

Of course, the interest was fake, but the whole building was in good condition.

When he first came here, after cleaning up the corpses of the Taoist monks that Dam-bin had assassinated, Ilmok went to sleep in the cleanest pavilion.

Of course, after I finished bathing and changed my clothes.

Except for the time when he made human sacrifices, he must have stayed here for a long time, and fortunately, he still had extra clothes and water to bathe in.

How long had I been lying there in a deep sleep, not even noticing the passage of time?

“Whoaaah.”

Ichimoku woke up with a languid stretch and went out of the hall to see that the sun was already high in the sky.

Perhaps because I had slept well, the headache that had developed as my blood pressure ruptured had subsided considerably.

“Have you coughed, Your Majesty?”

“Mom, you’re feeling a little unwell. Are you okay?”

The ones who welcomed Ilmok when he woke up were Guyangmun and Jeonghyeon.

“I feel a bit better now. Are you two feeling better?”

“Thanks to taking turns in groups of two or three, I was able to get some rest.”

“Everyone else is asleep right now, just taking a nap.”

Ichimoku nodded to the two’s answers and sat cross-legged as he spoke.

“I think it’s time to wake up and get ready. I’ll take a quick break and have a quick breakfast while the others wake up.”

Ilmok decided to have breakfast last night, which he had put off because of his headache and internal injuries.

When Ichimoku, who had recovered some of his danjeon’s internal energy, opened his eyes, everyone else was also awake.

Immediately after roughly filling up the space with what was left in the fake communal pavilion with the group.

“Your Majesty, while I was guarding the law and searching the halls and corpses, I discovered these additional things.”

Dam-bin handed Ilmok the items that his group had collected.

It was mostly small items like amulets, but there were also a few books.

“Is this also related to witchcraft?”

Jin Ha-yeon answered Ilmok’s question.

“I took a look at it, but it wasn’t anything like [The Blood Record]. There are some things about sorcery, but if I had to describe it, it’s more like a journal written by the disciples of the Guigokja.”

Following her explanation, Ichimoku first took the booklet and then went back inside the formation with his group.

The first place they headed was a cave.

The cave that was filled with countless mosquitoes.

“I guess I’ll have to dig some ground so I can bury them.”

At Ichimoku’s direction, the group began to dig the ground without exception.

Since they were all masters of the highest level, when they dug the ground with their internal energy, a burial pit deep enough to fit a corpse was created in an instant.

While the group was busy digging dozens of graves.

Instead of digging the ground with his bare hands, Ichimoku, who suffers from hygiene obsession, opened the journal he had brought earlier.

‘There might be a clue about the Blood Cult, so we should look into it first.’

The book I started reading with that thought in mind was, as Jin Ha-yeon said, closer to a diary.

Most of what the Taoist monk who wrote this diary has done was written in it.

Learning witchcraft from Guigokja and practicing that witchcraft. Deceiving the common people of Pyeongryanghyeon and using them as sacrifices. Managing the tiger lily growing in the fields.

While quickly skimming through the journal where various events were recorded.

“Hmm?”

Ilmok paused for a moment at one point.

‘I guess it doesn’t really matter?’

When Ichimoku reads something unexpected and is wondering what to do with that information.

Dambin’s voice woke up Ilmok’s spirit.

“Your Majesty, first of all, let us make about a hundred graves.”

Ichimoku, who had closed the book again, nodded and said.

“Then, I guess I’ll have to bury the Moknaeis one by one in the cave.”

After saying that, Ichimoku took a deep breath and started walking.

‘For now, let’s just do what we can.’

After wrapping his arms with the cloth he had brought in advance, he and his companions began to take the corpse out of the cave and place it on the grave.

– You crazy bastard! Don’t you even know the word necrotoxicity?

– Germs! Do you know how many germs are crawling on a corpse?

While fighting the side effects that were burning in one corner of my mind.

Even though the side effects were weakened as he escaped from the extreme and his realm became higher, he was still closer to the extreme than to being released from the extreme.

Naturally, transporting the corpse while ignoring hygiene requirements was a task that required extreme patience on the part of Ichimoku.

‘shut up!!’

However, Ichimoku carried the corpse while internally screaming at the side effects.

Even though it is something done to honor the spirits, it cannot be avoided because it is dirty, right?

The reason I left the job of digging the grave to my men was so that I could move the grave with my own hands.

If the hygiene obsession had already been raised while digging the dirt, I probably wouldn’t have even touched it.

Around that time, the five corpses were moved to the burial site.

Hyukryun Seon-ah was the first to notice that cold sweat was running down Ilmok’s body and caught him.

“Brother. Leave this to us and get some rest.”

“This is a matter of honoring the souls of those who died unjustly, so shouldn’t we help out a little?”

At Ichimoku’s answer, others who had finally grasped the situation also opened their mouths.

“Your Majesty personally executed the leader of the evildoers who killed these innocent people. They will also understand that there is no other way because of the side effects.”

“Yes, Confucius. According to the doctrine of our religion, isn’t it the most important thing to kill and eliminate the evildoers who are harassing the common people and to bring peace to all living beings?”

If there were Dam-bin and Jin Ha-yeon who tried to stop it logically,

“Shh, it’s okay to rest… .”

There was also Jeong-Hyeon, who was mumbling to himself and was buried in the voices of others.

“Hahaha. If His Majesty overdoes it and gets possessed by a demon and runs wild, we won’t be able to handle it.”

“I am fine! If Confucius falls into the devil’s grip on money, I will burn my body to protect Confucius!”

“Oh! So there is a way like that, my lady! If that is the case, then Ha-yeon and… .”

“Don’t say such mean things, Senior Guyang.”

There were also Gu Yang-moon and Ju Seo-yeon, who took turns talking nonsense.

However, realizing that everyone was worried about him, albeit in different ways, Ichimoku eventually took a step back and watched the group bury the body, bowing his head slightly.

‘I know this won’t ease your mind, but I hope it will help you feel a little more at ease.’

How long did it take for the group to dig a grave with a moment of silence?

Ironically, when we took out the burial mounds that had been filled in the cave, we found that even a hundred burial mounds were not enough.

Eventually, after some of them dug more and others continued to dig out the bodies, they were finally able to bury all the bodies that had piled up in the cave.

After creating a whopping one hundred and twenty-seven mounds.

Ilmok and his followers put their hands together and prayed for their souls to rest in peace.

Perhaps it was because everyone was silently praying. A strange silence hung over the area, and an unknown tailwind gently blew across the area, washing away the silence.

And just after the tailwind had passed, caressing the mounds.

From far away, a very faint noise was heard.

The group, realizing that it was a human voice, opened their eyes and looked at each other.

“Perhaps it is the return of another of the disciples of the Guigoja.”

They nodded with cold expressions and quickly walked outside the formation.

However, when we arrived at the Gongdongpa Pavilion, an unexpected situation unfolded.

Those who came to the Gongdongpa Hall were ordinary civilians.

“Je, jebaaaaal~!!”

“Please send him to paradise, Taoist priests!!”

To be precise, those addicted to pollen.

Their appearance was beyond words. It wasn’t like their bodies were ruined by pollen or anything.

The nearest village to Gongdongsan was Pyeongnyang-hyeon, which was at least several dozen li away.

If you ride a horse or use lightness or sleight of hand techniques, it is a distance that can be reached in half an hour from a mealtime, but for ordinary citizens, it takes at least half a day to walk.

In addition, since they had to climb the rugged terrain of Gongdongsan Mountain again, they had walked for half a day to get here, even if they couldn’t do it.

His clothes were covered in dirt and dust, and he had minor scratches and bruises all over his face and body, as if he had fallen or gotten scratched somewhere on his way here.

I walked this long distance and ended up in this state just to get that one pollen grain.

At the gaze of the group asking what to do, Ilmok let out a sigh and gave instructions.

“First, suppress the blood and the abscess. Force him to eat and drink some water. After that, give him a transfusion and put him to sleep.”

It was impossible for the pollen to be given out just because it was being sought after like that.

While the group was subduing the civilians, Ichimoku, who had gathered his thoughts, opened his mouth again.

“You, Lady Zhou and Lady Guyang, will remain here, and if there are any new civilians who come, suppress them in the same way. Then the others will return to the front line and clear out the fields.”

Although the expressions on the faces of Guyangmun and Juseoyeon, who were left here alone, were not very bright, Ilmok did not care.

The path that leads back to the formation after turning one’s back.

“hmm?”

Ichimoku tilted his head as he witnessed the strange sight.

What he was looking at was the magic sword that Guyangmun had given him yesterday.

The magic sword that was too uncomfortable to touch, so I left it aside.

‘Did I misunderstand because I wasn’t feeling well yesterday? It seems like the ghost energy has decreased.’

But, the demon sword was still the demon sword.

The thing that soon caught his attention entered the formation with his group.

They first moved towards the nearby stream.

After pouring water into jars and bowls that they had brought from the communal camp in advance, they headed to the field.

A field full of blooming daylilies.

Dam-bin took out a torch from his sleeve and lit a fire on one side of the field.

The flowers spread out across the fields begin to spread in the blowing wind.

Ilmok watched the fire, and made a water sign whenever it tried to climb onto another bush beyond where the flowers were growing.

Swish.

While using the only technique he had learned, the condensation technique, to put out the fire, the group also used jars and bowls to put out the fire that had spread to the wrong places.

In Jin Ha-yeon’s case, she used the cold energy of the Soo-soo magic to suppress the fire.

And while Ilmok and Jin Ha-yeon were wasting time, the group kept filling up the water and sprinkling it again.

Anyway, when there is nothing left to burn, the fire will go out. They burned the fields, preventing the fire from spreading to the outskirts.

It’s been a while since I’ve wrestled with fire like that.

The place where the fire had completely gone out had soon been transformed into a slash-and-burn field with only ashes left.

After finishing cleaning up the fields, they left the formation and returned to the main hall.

In the meantime, three more civilians had come to the public park.

Let’s take a moment to look at the people who are lying down and sleeping, having been subdued by Guyangmun and Ju Seoyeon.

“It seems like Pyeongryang-hyeon’s condition is not normal.”

Since it was too late to return to Nanju right away anyway, I decided to stop by Pyeongnyang-hyeon to rest and check on the situation.

The group began to pack their belongings, and Ilmok also looked through the things left behind by Guigokja and his disciples. He noticed the demon sword that had been left behind, and tilted his head again.

“hmm?”

In the meantime, its spirit had diminished considerably. Now, it was difficult to even call it a magic sword.

“Why?”

In the midst of all this, Ilmok took the magic sword and left the hall of the Gongdong faction with his group.

Each one of them was carrying a sleeping civilian who had been given a blood transfusion.

After moving with light air, they were able to enter Pyeongryang County again.

“ha….”

I could see the town had a more anxious and lethargic atmosphere than the last time I saw it.

Ichimoku sighed at the bitter sight, then lowered his head and looked at his thighs with a strange feeling.

The magic sword that he had worn at his side for movement was vibrating faintly, as if it was crying.

Naturally, Ichimoku thought about the transformation of the Demon Sword.

‘After the funerals for the corpses were held, the ghosts had diminished. And even after the fields were burned.’

As a result, Ichimoku was able to arrive at some uncertain guesses.

“…Is this what you mean by letting go of your grudge?”

Many of those who were sacrificed by this sword would be from this village. So naturally, those who remained here would be the family, friends, or acquaintances of those who were sacrificed.

Perhaps the last regret of the spirits was their concern for them.

As if responding to Ichimoku’s monologue, the demon sword let out a loud cry.

Woohoo!

Ichimoku, who had been looking at the demon sword for a moment, spoke soothingly.

“We can’t do it alone right now. We don’t have enough manpower. So, please wait a little bit.”

After saying that, Ichimoku turned his head and looked somewhere.

It was in the direction where Nanju was.

* * *

After resting at Pyeongryang-hyeon, Ilmok and his party ran for half a day starting at dawn, and arrived at the Cheonmasingyo branch of Nanju in the afternoon.

Nanju Buntaju greeted Ilmok, who had returned four days after leaving Nanju, with a salute.

“Confucius! The new king of openness has arrived!”

With unexpected news.