Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 226



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 226

Rehabilitation (1)

To the explanation of the Biryonggakju, Hoogae responded with indignation.

“If he is such a terrible author, our Gaepoong will not be able to stay still! If you produce additional Yongmo-daegi, we will also search for him in our Gaepoong.”

Biryonggakju, who was about to decline the offer, soon changed his mind.

‘It’s a good thing I can use the open source.’

Since the owner of this appearance-destructing device was introduced as a pervert, you wouldn’t think of him as one of the eight princes of the Demonic Cult.

Since the eight lords who had left the headquarters and were committing corruption somewhere were also disguised, it seemed that they would be able to sufficiently deceive Gaebong.

“I will ask the painter to draw a few more portraits of Yongmo Pagi and give them to you. It is truly admirable that Gaebong is with you.”

“Hahaha. You are talking nonsense. In matters of justice and cooperation, how can there be matters of the Murim Alliance and matters of openness?”

At the threatening reply from the second son, Biryonggakju laughed inwardly.

‘They’re stupid beggars, so it’s perfect for taking advantage of.’

* * *

Within a few days, beggars living all over Gansu Province began to flock to Pingliang County one by one.

They were additionally assigned to the work of constructing the manor in Pyeongryang-hyeon and the slash-and-burn fields in Gongdongsan, and in addition, they began building stalls and stables at the entrance to Gongdongsan.

And Ilmok was holding a meeting with Baekcheon and the Mireukmyeonggyo bands, as well as several members of Gaebongdo, with very serious expressions on their faces.

“How can we make the performance more enjoyable? Let’s have a time to talk frankly about what we each thought while performing over the past few days.”

As the meeting topic was being discussed, one person from the Open Society raised his hand.

Samgyeolgae was recently dragged into an additional performance. After watching the seniors’ splendid fake dance today, he racked his brain because he had absolutely no confidence in performing.

“I heard that the most important goal here in Pyeongryang County is enjoyment.”

“Yes. Only joy can save the people of Pyeongryang County.”

“When it comes to fun, it’s drinking and dancing, right? We’re building a tavern! Since there are a lot of taverns managed by the Mireukmyungyo, if we can recruit some people from there, we should be able to run them well.”

Others also nodded in agreement with that open-minded opinion.

However, Ichimoku shook his head.

“Are you out of your mind? In order to cure someone who is addicted to the herb, you plan to make them addicted to alcohol and sex? How far do you intend to ruin the lives of living beings by saying such nonsense?”

At Ichimoku’s point, those who had been nodding in agreement until just a moment ago suddenly changed their minds.

“Oh, this guy. He’s thinking dangerous thoughts.”

“You. Were you having such bad thoughts that you didn’t want to go on stage?”

After criticizing the openness of the people, the openness of those who expressed their opinions on Giru ended up backing off.

After watching the scene for a while, Ilmok opened his mouth again to organize his thoughts.

“For the same reason, gambling is also absolutely prohibited. Gambling may be fun, but it can only lead to the lives of living beings falling into the abyss. That is why I have prepared a contracted martial arts (約合比武) instead of a gambling martial arts.”

Since the word professional wrestling could not be used, Ichimoku called it Yakhap Bimoo, which meant a match with a promise to unite.

And only then did those who had gathered for the meeting nod their heads with faces that seemed to understand Ichimoku’s intentions.

This was the reason why Ilmok wanted to make Pyeongnyang-hyeon a cultural and artistic tourism destination rather than an entertainment destination.

If you replace your passion with alcohol, sex, gambling, and the like, something truly terrible will happen.

It was also unfortunate for the people of Pyeongryang-hyeon, and the demon sword that had lost its energy might suddenly go berserk and fly around like a swordsman, aiming for Ichimoku’s neck.

And all the people who had figured out Ichimoku’s intentions, including the Open Door and the Expectations, kept their mouths shut.

‘If you take those three away, what fun is left?’

Having lived as beggars and vagrants, they had little joy in life.

While everyone was having trouble figuring out which way to go, Baekcheon raised his hand.

“Incarnation of Maitreya! Although I may be presumptuous, I have something to tell you.”

“Please speak frankly.”

“I thought that maybe I could work a little more on the medicine that the incarnation of Maitreya had prepared.”

It was a bold attempt to spit on the performance planned by the incarnation of Maitreya, but Ilmok, who was actually involved, paid no attention.

“Please speak comfortably.”

If those working in the field are volunteering to find a better solution, why should we stop them?

If they could figure it out on their own, it would be even better because I wouldn’t have to step up.

“Since Yakhapbimu is also a kind of play, I wonder if it would be good to incorporate music. In the center, two warriors perform a dance, and the band plays music.”

Others exclaimed in admiration at the suggestion to add some kind of background music.

“Ohhh!”

Ilmok nodded his head as if it was also valid and collected his thoughts.

What Ilmok was recalling was a memory of professional wrestling he had seen when he was Seo Ji-hoon.

‘Come to think of it, there was entrance music in pro wrestling too?’

In fact, even when I was Seo Ji-hoon, I had never seen professional wrestling before, except when I was in elementary school, so my memories were a bit hazy.

When I was in elementary school, I was so absorbed in it that I thought it was all real.

But later I found out that it was all a set-up, and my interest cooled down. Just like when I found out the truth about Santa.

I lived like that for over a dozen years, forgetting about professional wrestling.

During my days as a civil servant, when I was exhausted from life, I once saw a new civil servant watching professional wrestling on his cell phone during his lunch break.

Il-mok just let it go, but the old-fashioned team leader asked the newbie a question.

– It’s all set up anyway, so why are you watching if you’re not an elementary school student?

The newbie tried to smile and answer the question, which showed no respect for other people’s hobbies.

– Aren’t dramas, movies, and plays all planned and put on? This is actually much more spectacular than a play, so it’s more fun to watch. Hahaha.

Seo Ji-hoon thought, “I see” at the newbie’s answer.

‘It’s definitely fun to watch these muscle-bound guys exchange techniques that could kill or cripple you if you make a single mistake.’

Of course, he wasn’t a team leader who was old-fashioned.

– Tsk tsk. Instead of watching such violent things, you should be thinking about how to do your job better. Anyway, kids these days.

It wasn’t something that the team leader, who always interrupted work, should have said, but Seo Ji-hoon pretended not to hear it.

I just took the newbie out, who was shaking like a clown because he had a hard time controlling his facial expressions, and bought him a drink.

Anyway, I was able to recall the Yakhapbimu because I had memories of that day.

And then Ichimoku opened his mouth, recalling memories of professional wrestling he had watched as a child.

“Hmm. It seems too hard to play music during the dance, so how about making music for each character? If they’re playing a villain, play some fierce music. If they’re playing a hero, play some elegant music.”

“As expected, you are the incarnation of Maitreya! This Baek Mo! Today, I feel like I have been enlightened about art again!”

In response to Baekcheon’s excessive pursuit, Ilmok once again expressed his opinion.

“And come to think of it, no matter how exaggerated the matchup is, it seems like it wouldn’t be fun for laymen who are ignorant of martial arts to just watch the fight with their eyes. It seems like we need a commentator to explain the techniques the two martial artists use when engaging in the fight.”

At Ilmok’s words, Honggae opened his mouth with a trembling expression.

“In that raincoat, was there anything called a herbivore?”

Since they were all exaggerated movements, they weren’t proper martial arts. Naturally, they weren’t even what you could call supernatural.

but.

“What does that matter? Wouldn’t it be more fun to just give it a name that sounds appropriate and have the commentator call out the name of the martial art and the name of the herbivore?”

What Honggae pointed out was not important at all.

The important thing was, ‘Is it enjoyable for the viewers?’

Even if you swing your sword in a large motion that would be completely useless in real combat.

When the commentator shouts, “Ohhhhh! The great swordsman Cheonggeom has unleashed the secret technique of the life-saving Taecheong sword technique, Cheongpung Pacheon Ilsu (淸風破天一手)!” wouldn’t you feel excited?

Hong-gae, who had been diligently training his martial arts to the point of becoming a member of the prestigious Jeongpae clan, grabbed his dizzy head and spoke again.

“If you do that, you will have to explain the martial arts, so the explainer must also have some knowledge of the martial arts. Are you planning on having our Gaebong do it?”

Ilmok shook his head at Honggae’s sharp remark.

“Shouldn’t the people of Pyeongnyang County gradually return to their daily lives? And in order to return to their daily lives, each person needs to find a way to make a living. I think we should select a few people in Pyeongnyang County who are good at talking. Please find out if there is anyone who has worked as a salesperson or a scribe in Pyeongnyang County.”

The storytellers were people who sold stories in markets or inns, and the seolseoinin were people who read books on their behalf.

“In addition to the commentator, it might be a good idea to pick a few storytellers or storytellers and create a script. Wouldn’t it be more interesting if it didn’t just end with the villains and the knights fighting, but had a story with a beginning, development, climax, and conclusion?”

“You really plan to make the Yakhapbimu into a huge play. Including the entrance music and the story. I’m so inspired, Avatar!”

Ilmok nodded in admiration at Baekcheon’s words and sorted out the situation.

“So, let’s wrap up the improvement of the Yakhapbimu to this extent. Has anyone else come up with any other ideas?”

While everyone was looking around at Ichimoku’s question, one person raised his hand.

“When it comes to pleasure, you can’t leave out the pleasure of eating, right?”

“Indeed! What a wonderful idea!”

In her opinion, Ichimoku was delighted and even applauded.

“Food and drink is one of the greatest pleasures. Moreover, food and drink is not only beneficial to the people here. When we bring the mountaineers who come to Gongdongsan here, they can also enjoy it, which will greatly contribute to the prosperity of Pyeongryang County.”

At Ichimoku’s words, which were full of praise, the count’s face turned red, half in embarrassment and half in pride.

Naturally, the people around her also looked at her with admiration.

“That’s a good thing. I think it would be a good idea to hold a cooking competition this time. It might even inspire the spirit of the people here.”

The cooking competition was not the end of the story, but it was about creating something fun to do right away.

‘If Pyeongnyang-hyeon becomes famous for its food, there will be more tourists looking for food. Naturally, the number of inns and restaurants will increase, and jobs will be created.’

He had already calculated in his head the things that would happen next, but now he had to take care of the immediate matter first.

Improve the cooking skills and hold a cooking competition.

Ichimoku, who had set two major goals, nodded and wrapped up the meeting.

“The members of our Mireukmyunggyo band should now create and practice the music to be used in the Yakhapbimu. And for the opening, look for people in Pyeongnyanghyeon who are good at speaking, and spread the word that we are holding a cooking competition.”

* * *

At a time when various winds of change were blowing through Pyeongnyang-hyeon.

The letter sent by Dambin arrived at the headquarters in Xinjiang.

“Hahahaha. A hymn? That’s a method I never could have imagined, Master.”

Wi Jin-hak, who read the letter containing the various methods of missionary work, burst into laughter with an expression of admiration.

“I don’t think this hymn should be used simply for missionary work, Master. Shouldn’t we change the false name of Mireukmyungyo used in the lyrics back to that of our new religion and teach it to children?”

It was Wei Jin-hak who, with a smiling face, was spitting out the sound of the subordinates of the Kyomagak being torn apart.

“Hahaha. That’s true.”

Cheonma nodded as if agreeing with the first disciple’s words, but his expression was subtle.

Ma-ui, who had been summoned to the Cheonma Hall together, asked with a puzzled look at Cheonma’s reaction.

“Is there anything bothering you, Master of Manma?”

Ma-ui thought that Cheon-ma would not react like that because of the teachings of the eight Confucian scholars.

Cheonma, who seemed to be pondering Ma-ui’s question for a moment, took out an additional letter from his bosom.

It was not a letter written by Dam-bin, but a letter that Ilmok had additionally enclosed.

A letter requesting the dispatch of a representative. In addition, several additional items were written.

“Please read it.”

Cheonma handed the letter to Ma-ui, and Wei Jin-hak also approached Ma-ui and read the letter together.

And when their gazes reached the end of the letter.

Before long, Ma-ui and Wi Jin-hak’s expressions had also become quite serious.