Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 316



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 316

Years (5)

“Is that the list of people who were used by Deungbi?”

Cheonma asked, pointing to a letter that the guardian deity had placed on the floor.

“I have written down all the people I remember, along with what they did under Dengbi’s orders.”

Then, the high priest bowed to the Heavenly Horse and struck his head on the floor.

Cheonma, who had been looking down at the sight with an indifferent expression for a moment, opened his mouth.

“Your sins are great, but I, who have declared the law of confession, cannot break the promise I have made to myself. I will pay for your sins by forfeiting my military service.”

“Oh my God, please kill this sinner.”

The court clerk sincerely prayed for this.

Because he was an old man who had worshipped martial arts his entire life, he sincerely thought that it would be better to die than to become a useless person who had lost his martial arts skills.

However, Cheonma had no intention of granting his wish.

“Do you dare to give orders to me?”

“Honey, those are absolutely unjust words.”

“If you do, you will survive and pay the price for your sins. The new religion is constantly developing, but there are not enough people. You will have to survive and serve the new religion until you die.”

“…I will follow the will of the Most High.”

When the guardian angel answered by hitting his head on the floor again and raised his head, Cheonma extended his index finger toward the guardian angel.

The energy that emanated from his index finger dug right into the guardian’s dantian.

Ding!!

With a noise that no one else could hear, the guardian deity’s dantian was shattered into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, as the terrible pain surged in, the guardian deity groaned strangely, blood foaming at the mouth.

“Crunch… .”

Cheonma, who was looking down at his struggling figure, gave an order to Eunwigakju.

“Send him to the infirmary and leave him to the doctor.”

“I will follow the will of the Most High.”

Following this, two unmanned soldiers entered the Cheonma Hall, and they left the Cheonma Hall while supporting the unconscious guardian deity.

Then, there was silence again in the Cheonma Hall for a moment. Then, Cheonma opened his mouth.

“We must root out the rats within the new religion. You too must actively cooperate in this matter.”

“Your name!!”

Everyone gathered in Cheonmajeon answered by bowing to Cheonma all at once.

After a long time, they sensed that there would be a storm within the Shinsei sect, so they left Cheonmajeon with stern faces.

In the Cheonma Hall, where everyone had left, only Cheonma and Eunwigakju remained, giving off a somewhat desolate atmosphere.

Before he knew it, Cheonma was quietly raising his head and looking at the ceiling of Cheonma Hall.

He was thinking of his disciples.

After he left, he was not only thinking of Wei Jin-hak and Ilmok, who would lead the new religion.

He was thinking of the Four Confuciuses, who were known to have died in the trap of the Four Confuciuses and the Five Confuciuses, who were known to have died in the trap of the Four Confuciuses.

Because of the confessional of the guardian angel, I learned the truth behind their deaths.

Even though he was revered as a virtuous man, he did not know the truth behind the deaths of his disciples.

For those who had mastered martial arts, death was a very close thing, and it was even more so for the Cheonma Sect, which had mastered magic and revered martial arts.

It was such a common occurrence that I didn’t even suspect it and just let it go.

‘… I will take all the errors of the new religion and leave with them.’

That is why Cheonma wanted to cleanse the blood.

‘So you guys, please make the new religion a better place.’

After he left with his mistakes, he wanted his disciples to be able to cultivate the new religion even more excellently.

The Eunwigakju, who was standing behind Cheonma, tried hard to turn his head away so as not to see Cheonma looking up at the ceiling.

‘…Your Majesty.’

It was because I was afraid of daring to look at Cheonma with a pitiful expression.

In just a few seconds, Cheonma’s already old face seemed to have aged by several years.

* * *

From that day on, a murderous atmosphere flowed within the church for a while.

The work to catch those who were in collusion with the Central Plains progressed quickly, and merciless interrogations continued.

It could be said that the sacrament of confession played a major role.

In the past, when the investigation was secretly continued at Eunwigak, it was quite some time later, so the flow was sluggish in many ways.

But now that clear evidence had emerged, new threads were sprouting up, one after another.

And the drastic changes that swept over the church did not end with mere internal crackdowns.

The position of the guardian of the law became vacant, and Cheonma gave the position to Guyangpae, the head of the Guyang family.

The former head of the court, whose dantian had been destroyed, remained in the court as a kind of advisor, assisting Guyangpae and performing his duties according to Cheonma’s will.

It was unusual for the head of the Five Great Magic Clans to serve as the head of an organization.

It was also meant as a courtesy to the Five Great Magic Clans, but it was also because if the head of the organization was entrusted to the head of the family there, he would gain useless power.

But Cheonma was bold. And this was not an unusual or unprecedented event.

Because just a few months ago, a precedent was already set.

“Hahaha. Welcome, Prince Ichimoku.”

When Ilmok went to the newly established missionary institute, Baek Woon-hak, who had become the head of the missionary institute, welcomed him.

Now, Baek Woon-hak was the head of the Baek family and also the head of the missionary school.

The missionary’s change did not end with Baekwoonhak.

A few months after the mission was established, several new foreign believers with excellent language skills, led by James, began to dive into the mission’s work in earnest.

Thanks to this, those who were originally working were able to breathe a little easier.

“Why have you called me at a time like this, Master?”

“Hahaha. What does this time of year have to do with anything? Neither you nor I have ever done or planned anything blasphemous.”

Baek Woon-hak answered confidently and got straight to the point.

“Actually, I’m thinking of implementing some things at the missionary center, but I called you to ask if you think it’s worth it. Since you’re already busy with other things, shouldn’t you organize it in advance rather than reporting it to the Supreme Being right away?”

Ilmok felt something strange.

‘… If I say it’s okay, do you think the Master will accept it?’

What can I say? It felt like seeing a new employee asking the shooter to review his report before submitting it to the team leader.

He was a bit too old to be considered a newbie.

While Ilmok was thinking about such sentiments, Baekwoonhak spoke with an excited face.

“First of all, I want to add music and acting to the training course for missionaries.”

“What the… are you talking about?”

There was a scene where I almost blurted out the word ‘bullshit’ without realizing it.

“Hahaha. Your humility is still intact. Thanks to you, Cheon-i attained enlightenment and headed to the Central Plains. In fact, this is why the head of the family decided to take the position of the head of the Shingyowon. He wanted to set an example for his son and spread the greatness of the Shingyo to the world.”

“… Are you saying that you will do missionary work through plays and songs, just like Confucius Baekcheon did in the Central Plains?”

“That’s it. Hahaha. We translate the plays and songs that Cheon-i creates into foreign languages ​​and make them resonate all over the world!”

I was afraid that someone might say that it was a family of seeds of interest, it was a very poor family.

It was a story that made me laugh out loud, but Ichimoku nodded.

“From a missionary standpoint, it’s a great idea.”

Translating plays and songs created by Baekcheon. Teaching those plays and songs to those who will become missionaries will double the workload.

‘Well, it’s not my job.’

From Ichimoku’s perspective, it was a good story.

“Do you think so too?”

Baek Woon-hak, who had asked that question, smiled brightly and muttered to himself.

“Hoo hoo hoo. Soon, the song that our Cheon-i made will resonate throughout the world.”

It was almost like an evil person dreaming of conquering the world.

“Ahem.”

Baek Woon-hak, who came to his senses late, controlled his expression and glanced to the side.

There, Jongli Chui was staring into space and muttering.

“As for the second matter, it would be better for the person in charge, Prince Yuk, to explain it rather than me.”

It seemed that Baek Woon-hak only had thoughts on spreading hymns and plays in his head.

“Six Princes. Six Princes. Come to your senses.”

When Baekwoonhak called out to Jonglichu several times, Jonglichu finally came to his senses and looked at Ilmok and Baekwoonhak.

“Tell Confucius what you said.”

Jong-ri-chui explained the second task in detail. His head was spinning from all the nonsense he was talking about, but in the end, this was the gist of it.

“So, are you saying that we should teach magic to new followers from foreign countries?”

It was almost crazy to teach magic to those who had promised to send them back after five years of work.

But, there was a reason.

“That’s right. To be exact, only those who promised not to leave after five years.”

Among those sold into slavery, there were some who did not want to return to their hometown.

Among white people there were not many, but among black people more than half, and among nomads nearly half were like that.

Most of the black people and nomads who were sold into slavery were people whose original tribes had disappeared.

The tribe was completely destroyed after being defeated in battle, and upon returning home they were forced to live a life no different from that of slaves.

From their perspective, the Cheonmasingyo sect, which provided them with food and a place to sleep and did not abuse them as slaves, was a better choice.

‘They even teach magic to those who come from foreign countries…’

Originally, it was advantageous to learn martial arts at a young age. And most of those sold as slaves were adults.

From that perspective, it was inefficient, but the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Sect were magical arts. In exchange for the risk of mental illness, they were magical arts that could be achieved by leaps and bounds.

It was said that even if you become an adult and practice it, there is a good chance that you will reach a certain level.

“If there is no unfortunate incident of them banding together and betraying each other in the future, it will certainly be of great help to the new religion.”

“The problem is preventing such cases in advance.”

After that, the three continued discussing countermeasures.

While exchanging various opinions, Ilmok thought about the future when this policy was implemented.

The sight of fanatics of various races, who have mastered the art of magic, spreading out to all corners of the world while singing the hymns of the Cheonmasin religion.

‘… It might be a little dangerous?’

Feeling ominous that the world was about to become dangerous, Ichimoku attempted a flexible escape from reality.

‘Ahem. This will be in the distant future. Of course.’

* * *

A few months later.

The bloody wind that seemed to blow endlessly through the Cheonmasingyo Church also died down.

And after a brutal purge, Cheonma was able to obtain some very important information.

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Cheonma was looking down at the four characters written on the letter in his hand.

“Are these the people who were dealing with Deungbi?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Eunwigakju naturally expected that Cheonma would immediately issue an order to punish these people.

However, the order that came out of Cheonma’s mouth was unexpected.

“Tell the third person who is in the central plains and the dark spirit to thoroughly investigate the Eunwol Sangdan.”

“… Is there something that is bothering you?”

“No matter how huge the summit is, it is just a summit. Isn’t it strange that a mere summit would try to control our new religion? No matter how much I think about it, the summit is just a body. It doesn’t seem to be a head.”