Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 239



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 239

Spying (3)

I thought that the woman might be Haomen’s vassal, but there was another woman next to her, so it was difficult to figure out the situation.

“So, who on earth declared themselves to be the heir of Haomen?”

When I asked him to clarify the question, a woman he was seeing for the first time raised her right arm cautiously with a frightened look on her face.

* * *

A few days ago.

A woman who uses the pseudonym Baekyeon came to visit the red-light district of Nanju.

There was nothing unusual.

There were many who became prostitutes through kidnapping or human trafficking, but there were also some who voluntarily became prostitutes to pay off debts or to make money.

In addition, in recent times, there has been a large number of people leaving the gisaeng industry, resulting in a shortage of workers.

In the end, Baekyeon was assigned to Jeokhwaru without much difficulty, and the person assigned to teach her how to do her job was Sohyang, who returned to Jeokhwaru after receiving treatment for a few days.

“How many years have you been doing this? Oh. I’m not trying to be pretentious, but this place is a bit different from other places. I wanted to explain.”

Even to questions that could be unpleasant, Baekyeon answered with a friendly smile.

“I have about a year of experience working somewhere else.”

While swallowing my curses inside, I thought, ‘Why are you asking such a thing?’

The reason she held back her anger was simple. The order given to her was to gather information here.

All the words that that woman named So-hyang, who was being needlessly pretentious, uttered were information to her.

However, the information that came out of the woman named So-hyang was unexpected.

“Here in Nanju, no one forces you to have sex with a guest. If you don’t want to, you can just drink together.”

“???”

Baekyeon, without realizing it, almost looked at Sohyang like she was a crazy woman.

Because I wondered if that made any sense.

“Is that possible?”

“Thanks to the Maitreya Buddhism.”

“Is it the Maitreya Buddha School?”

Asking that question, Baekyeon felt inwardly delighted.

The information she had to collect was about the Maitreya Buddhism. How could I not be happy that she is volunteering to share this information?

So-hyang, who did not know Baekyeon’s true intentions, continued to praise the Maitreya Buddhism.

“When the Mireukmyunggyo forgave our debt and did not force us to unite, the Haomun side imprisoned us and forced us to unite.”

Along with curses against the Nancheonhoe that once ruled this place, and the Haomen that had recently harassed her.

“In the end, we tried to escape here to survive, and I failed, was captured, and was even tortured severely.”

As she said that, So-hyang showed the traces of torture left all over her body.

However, there was no sadness on So-hyang’s face when she showed her wounds.

“And on the day when I was on the verge of death, salvation truly came. The incarnation of Maitreya came to save me.”

Rather, her eyes were filled with hope and confidence.

Baekyeon felt a strange sense of discomfort and discomfort.

Those kinds of eyes were a rare sight in the red-light district where she grew up.

It was a look that could only be seen in the eyes of the later leaders of a prestigious political party or the children of high-ranking officials.

Eyes filled with dreams and hopes that everything will turn out well.

The eyes of those who were born in good conditions didn’t matter, but those like him ended up being trampled and lost countless times.

As a servant, he shouldn’t stand out, but Baekyeon, who felt somehow offended, pretended not to know anything and asked.

“Are you okay with your wound? If you have a wound like that, it might be difficult for you to receive guests.”

She was the one who said things like, “You are a useless bitch who can no longer even live as a prostitute.”

But what the heck. So-hyang smiled pleasantly at that question.

“I told you earlier, right? There’s no need to have intercourse with a guest. It doesn’t matter since it’s covered by clothes. And I have no intention of being a gisaeng for the rest of my life.”

Baekyeon just laughed awkwardly and moved on.

Because if I didn’t smile, I felt like I would naturally show my unpleasant feelings.

Since then, So-hyang has been telling us about the way gisaengs work at Jeokhwaru and the spaces they use.

Comparing the differences between the period under Haomun and the current period under Maitreya Buddhism.

And after So-hyang finished explaining everything, she took a sandbox and started scribbling with her finger.

“What does that do?”

So-hyang answered Baek-yeon’s question with a bashful smile.

“This is the character I learned at the school of Mireukmyungyo. I really want to learn the character and become a female doctor at the Mireukmyungyo Medical Center.”

“Then I guess I shouldn’t interrupt. I just heard the explanation, so I’ll take a quick look around Kiru.”

Baekyeon said that and left, feeling like she would get angry if she hung out with that stupid girl any longer.

And Baekyeon was able to find out too late.

The fact that it’s not just Sohyang.

For some reason, all the gisaengs here had pleasant smiles on their faces.

It wasn’t a fake smile put on while dealing with guests.

Since she had spent her whole life selling smiles while being mindful of what other people thought, it wasn’t difficult for her to distinguish between a real smile and a fake one.

And all the kisaengs and fortune tellers here were absorbed in something, whether it was studying letters or playing a musical instrument.

However, this does not mean that everyone wanted to quit being a gisaeng.

“Ohhohoho. I don’t think being a gisaeng is such a bad thing. You can make money and meet men. Isn’t it killing two birds with one stone?”

Because there definitely exist people in the world who reveal their colors regardless of gender.

“Then, you’re not really interested in the Maitreya Buddhism?”

To Baekyeon’s question, the courtesan answered with a smile.

“What are you talking about? Since you don’t force a joint palace, why do you have to force yourself to accept guests who offer sacrifices? And since you teach them how to read and write, you can have a little conversation with guests who have had some ink, so how great is that?”

Anyway, most of the gisaengs belonging to Jeokhwaru looked happy for some reason.

No. After spending a few more days here, I realized that it wasn’t just Jeokhwaru.

Most of these people in the red-light district had a different vibe from the places she knew.

Of course, there were bound to be discontented people wherever you went in the world, but at least compared to other places, this place was a noble place.

Sometimes, I get the illusion that I’m not in the red-light district.

While gathering information about the Mireukmyungyo and Nanju, Baekyeon had such a question.

Whether or not the treatment has improved, I wonder why the atmosphere here is so different.

She was able to find the answer thanks to So-hyang, who always took care of her.

“I will become a doctor.”

It was hope.

Even if the situation you are in is a mess, if there is hope that it will get better, people can move forward with a smile.

Baekyeon suddenly had that question.

‘If I bring information about this place to Haomen, will my life get better?’

Of course, Haomen had promised to reward her.

If it’s just a little information, you can get a monetary reward, and if you achieve great results, you can even learn martial arts and martial arts, and later raise them to be the leader of a region.

but.

‘Even so, she’s a prostitute, and even so, she’s a filthy mess?’

Compared to the hopes the people here had for it, the compensation seemed like nothing but filth.

I felt wronged and angry.

What difference does it make now that I know these facts?

I wish I had been here from the beginning.

I envied those who had hope. So much so that I wanted to destroy that hope.

Then one day, Baekyeon was led somewhere by Sohyang.

“Today is the day of the meeting.”

She headed to the great Mireukmyungyo temple, where she heard a sermon from a man wearing an angry mask.

“Maitreya is a flame that punishes all evil, but he is merciful. Please repent. Those who repent of their sins will receive His mercy, and those who turn a blind eye will receive His divine punishment.”

“The coming of Maitreya! May all people be saved!”

“Atonement is not difficult. The first thing is to reflect on yourself and change your behavior, and the second is to honestly admit your sins. It is to receive punishment and be reborn as a new person, you guys.”

“The coming of Maitreya! May all people be saved!”

The topic of the sermon that day was exactly about atonement and the sacrament of confession.

The doctrine of the new Cheonmasingyo religion was created in preparation for the revelation of the secret code of opening by Ilmok.

The doctrine was once again transmitted to Nanju, where Yuan Shu was teaching it while wearing a mask.

And Baekyeon, who heard the sermon about atonement and confession, fell into deep sorrow.

‘Can my sins really be forgiven?’

I wanted to reveal my true nature and become a believer of the Maitreya religion.

I felt like I was going to die from envy of the gisaengs around me who lived with hope.

But I was afraid.

‘What if I am not forgiven? No, even if I am forgiven, what if Haomen tries to kill me?’

Because everyone’s life is precious.

At that time, So-hyang spoke to her, who looked somewhat darker than before.

“Is there anything troubling you?”

Baekyeon pondered the question for a moment, then answered indirectly.

“I just feel like I have sinned. But, can I really be forgiven?”

“Hahaha. It must be because of yesterday’s sermon. Don’t worry. In the Maitreya Buddhism, we have never once gone against the teachings or the words spoken in a sermon.”

“What if scary people made me do bad things? If I reveal this, those scary people could kill me… .”

When Baekyeon spoke as if she was afraid, Sohyang grabbed her hand and said.

“The place where the famous Haomun was pushed out is called Mireukmyungyo. I didn’t know because I was tied up, but I heard later that the Haomun elders were also here.”

“Ha, are you the elder of Haomen?”

She was nothing more than a lowly figure, and had no idea that even the elders had died here.

At her shocked reaction, So-hyang added as if trying to give her some reassurance.

“And this is also a story I heard later, but that day, one of the bad guys from Haomen said this to the incarnation of Maitreya. ‘Aren’t you afraid of our Haomen?’”

“So, what did you say?”

In response to her question, So-hyang made a mocking expression as if she was acting.

“If Haomen was afraid, do you think he would have done something like this?”

It was a scene that Sohyang had never seen before.

Baekyeon, who was encouraged by Sohyang’s story, nodded and said.

“I have something to atone for.”

“Yes. If you’re afraid to talk, I’ll go with you. Jin Hongruju, who manages the red-light district, is close to the incarnation of Maitreya, so it’ll be okay to talk to him.”

So, Baekyeon held hands with Sohyang and went to find Jin Hongruju.

“I am the third son of Haomen.”

As Baekyeon’s confession gained courage, Sohyang, who was holding her hand, froze like a stone.

* * *

After listening to the long story of Baekyeon and Sohyang.

The first thing that came to mind was that it was a good idea to wear a mask.

If not, that grotesquely distorted face would have been revealed.

‘This is ridiculous.’

Even though I didn’t do anything, things just happened on their own.

‘Is it true that you have to live a good life to be blessed?’

I thought that this might all be the result of doing good deeds in the name of the Maitreya Buddha.

However, that woman named Bai Yan was a special case. Rather, it was because of that woman that it became clear that Haomen’s vassals were hiding in Gansu Province.

‘There must be some Sejak among the other outsiders… . Excluding the two who learned that martial art, the only thing that stands out about them is that they sing hymns diligently… .’

As Ichimoku continued his thoughts to that point, a forgotten memory suddenly came to mind.

‘Even if you think about missionary work, why didn’t you think of that!?’

Ichimoku, who quickly gathered his thoughts, sent a message to Dambin.

– Send people to each part of Gansu Province where outsiders have appeared and gather them in one place.

– Are you planning to lock him up there and torture him to find the truth?

– I will find the work, but torture is not necessary.

The various missionary methods of modern pseudo-religions, starting from “Do you know the Tao?”

People were terrified by that alone, but the truth was something else.

– We will gather them together and begin religious education for a month. We will lock them up so they cannot go outside, and we will live in a dormitory.

Shouldn’t we brainwash, or rather encourage faith in, those who have been lured in by various proselytizing methods?