Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 325



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 325

Podalap Palace (5)

At Hyukryun Cheon-gang’s unexpected question, Ichimoku’s suspicion deepened.

‘… Do I really have to find a place in Mangaryeong?’

It felt somewhat similar to the old people who used to be there, now that they had become a shaman.

But it’s not something you can say out loud.

“… Depending on how you interpret it, it could sound like quite an irreverent statement. Lord Hyukryun.”

“Hmm. I appreciate your caution, but that’s a pointless worry. Didn’t I clearly say ‘next generation’?”

“If the Master is here, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to discuss the next generation?”

“Do you really think so? It seems that you do not know much about your master, the Supreme Being, than you seem to. The Heavenly Demon is a person who looks at the meaning contained in words rather than the words themselves. And he is also the one who worries about the future of the new religion more than anyone else.”

If you answer no here, Cheonma will become a petty person who doesn’t think about the future.

“It is true that we should think about the future, but since the Master has not yet decided, I don’t think it is a topic for discussion now.”

Ilmok tried to avoid the conversation again, but Hyukryun Cheon-gang just stared at him.

As if he had absolutely no intention of getting out of the way.

Ilmok, who had been looking into those eyes for a moment, sighed faintly and said.

“Ha. If it’s the next generation’s leader, wouldn’t there be an ambassador?”

“Hmm. From the perspective of the head of the household, your capacity seems greater than that of the Grand Duke.”

It was a very explicit statement.

“I appreciate your high regard for me, but isn’t it the law of the new religion that the strongest person becomes the leader? I am still no match for the great brother.”

“Who knows, maybe in a few years? From the perspective of the head of the household, it seems quite possible that in a few years, it will be possible.”

Il-mok couldn’t figure out why that senile old man kept asking him to take the position of leader.

And contrary to what Ilmok thought, Hyukryun Cheon-gang was not at all senile.

This journey only strengthened my conviction. Of the many masters who could currently aim for the position of leader within the Shinkyo, the youngest Confucius was the one with the greatest potential.

In response to the old man’s persistent attitude, Ichimoku half-honestly confessed his feelings.

“I am not equipped to become a cult leader and lead everyone, and I have no intention of becoming one. I am satisfied with just helping the great cult leader from behind, just like I am now.”

I hated the position of being the leader of a group and having to take responsibility for everyone.

If it were a place where I could be the leader and just sit back and do nothing, then that would be another story.

That was exactly the place Ilmok wanted.

The second-in-command within the Shinto sect. A position where you can give a few words of advice to the ambassador and spend your days leisurely lounging around somewhere in the headquarters.

At Ilmok’s gentle refusal, Hyukryeon Cheon-gang frowned and said.

“Do you know that? It is also negligence and a sin for the best not to become the leader.”

“… What is the standard for being the best? In my view, the Ambassador has the talent to become a leader. He is also someone who will readily accept my advice, so it would be ideal for the Ambassador to become the leader and for me to assist him.”

“Yes. As you said, the Archduke has changed from the past. He knows how to readily listen to advice from his subordinates, and his personality has become a bit more calm. That is, now.”

Hyukryun Cheon-gang, who emphasized the word ‘now’, pointed somewhere with his finger.

The side where the corpses of Joo-Woo Dae-Deok have not been cleaned up yet.

“Didn’t you tell me? The reason why they remained as the left and right leaders of the Dalai Lama? Human greed is a scary thing. Even after the Grand Duke became the leader, can you be sure that he will gladly accept your harsh words every time?”

To Hyukryun Cheon-gang’s question, Ilmok answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“I am confident.”

And Ichimoku clearly expressed his intention to not discuss this topic any further.

“I need to clean up soon, so I’ll go now.”

Hyukryun Cheon-gang, who was watching Ichimoku’s back as he left without even hearing an answer, muttered quietly to himself.

“… Is this what it means to be a brotherly disciple?”

* * *

Ichimoku, who had just come out of the dialogue with Hyukryuncheon Gang, shook his head, which was starting to feel dizzy.

‘Damn old man. Talking nonsense.’

I was already in a bad mood, so after hearing that complicated story, I felt really bad.

Added to that the faint scent of blood coming from all directions, and I felt nauseous.

Perhaps because Ilmok’s expression was not bright, the women who were busy gathering the corpses in one place approached Ilmok.

“Your Majesty, are you feeling better?”

“Brother, we’ll take care of the rest, so go in and get some rest.”

“Please, leave it to us.”

At the women’s words, Ichimoku smiled faintly and answered.

“It’s not serious, so don’t worry. First, I’ll tell you what to do. I’ll leave the gathering and burning of the corpses to the Hyukryun Sega’s soldiers, and you guys search the Podalap Palace for some clothes to change into.”

The clothes of the women and the man were covered in bloodstains.

However, the need for a change of clothes was not for hygiene reasons.

“And please find and help the women who are imprisoned throughout the Potala Palace.”

If you go out looking for them with a bloody face, those women might be surprised.

At Ilmok’s direction, the women each flew up and began to search the Potala Palace, and Ilmok sat cross-legged again and took a short rest.

And when Jin Ha-yeon, who had found the clothes first, gave them to him to change into, Ilmok went to an empty spot, washed the blood away with a spell, and changed his clothes.

After that, the first place Ilmok headed to was the pavilion where the left and right Daedeoks resided.

“Eek… .”

As the scene came into view, the two girls who had remained there looked terrified.

Seeing that pitiful sight, Ilmok tried to comfort the two children and then tried to smile harmlessly and said.

“Don’t worry. We have kicked out all the bad monks who were harassing you.”

* * *

While Ilmok was calming down the two children, the servants also changed their clothes and started going back and forth to the Potala Palace to rescue the trapped women.

As the rescue continued, the expressions on the faces of the guards became more and more hardened.

This was because the number of women in the Potala Palace was in the hundreds, and most of them were young women.

Even the oldest woman was only twenty-two years old.

After the servants gathered the women together, Ilmok stepped forward in front of them.

“We have driven out all the evil monks who were harassing you. Now, nothing like before will happen to you. For now, it is late, so we should all eat. Do you know where we have stored food here?”

In response to the question, the oldest of the group, a twenty-two-year-old woman, stepped forward.

“Yes, I know.”

She took the initiative, thinking that maybe they were cruel in a different way than the monks of the Potala Palace.

In order to protect the children, he wanted their gaze to turn to him first.

She was already treated as the leader of the women here, leading the young women and preparing meals.

While observing the scene for a moment, Jin Ha-yeon cautiously approached Ilmok.

“Your Majesty, while searching for the women, I came across the library of the Potala Palace. What should I do?”

“Hmm. I guess I’ll have to take a look.”

At Ilmok’s answer, Hyukryeon Cheon-gang, who had been quietly watching the whole situation from behind, opened his mouth.

“The doctrines and martial arts of those who committed terrible acts will be there. Wouldn’t it be best to burn them all?”

Il-mok paused for a moment as he recalled the conversation he had with the old man a while ago. However, since it was something completely unrelated to the topic, he gathered his thoughts and answered.

“Is it an evil sword just because it is wielded by a murderer? It is just a sword.”

Ilmok thought, a tool is just a tool.

Bombs made for miners are sometimes used in war, and the horrific biological experiments conducted during wartime sometimes lead to advances in medicine.

It is a strange law of the world that even objects made with good intentions can become dangerous when made with evil intentions, and that objects made with evil intentions can sometimes be used for good purposes.

And this was no different from the doctrine of the Cheonmasin Church.

“If we burn the library for that reason, shouldn’t we also burn all of our new religion’s magic?”

Because they were a crazy group that learned martial arts that would induce mental illness, with the great intention of punishing evildoers.

“Moreover, their doctrines are necessary to increase the influence of the new religion in the future.”

The story that was told earlier was understandable, but the story about the influence that followed was incomprehensible.

“What does that mean?”

“The beings living in this place have been accustomed to the doctrines of the Podalap Palace for tens or hundreds of years. Rather than forcibly instilling the doctrines of our new religion in them, it would be best to take their doctrines and slightly modify them to fit our own and spread them. In fact, the same method was used to spread the Maitreya Buddhism in the Central Plains.”

Only then did Hyukryun Cheon-gang understand Ilmok’s intentions and nodded with a face of understanding.

‘As expected, no matter how much I think about it, the youngest Confucius seems to have a bigger stomach. Tsk.’

Swallowing my regret inside.

Although he did not know the true intentions of Hyukryeoncheon River, he did not want to talk to the old man any longer, so he turned his back and headed to the library.

As the Potala Palace also boasted a long history, the library was huge and contained countless books.

After briefly skimming through the Buddhist scriptures with various titles, I arrived at a place where what appeared to be martial arts books were gathered.

“Hmm.”

Ilmok took out a book that came into his hand.

Jin Ha-yeon, who had guided Ilmok to the library, also took out a book from a few steps away and began reading it.

Whether by coincidence or fate, the book that Ilmok randomly chose was a martial arts book on the art of banjoing at the Podalrap Palace.

Ilmok quickly read the martial arts book, flipping through it as if he was skimming through it, and soon burst into laughter.

‘This is ridiculous.’

The secret of the Podalap Palace’s insemination technique was not much different from what Cheonma had told him. In terms of absorbing women’s creative power, or sexual power, through the palace, it was.

But there was one explanation missing.

In order to prevent the absorbed sexual energy from returning to nothing, it is said that the yang energy must never be released.

‘If it were modern times, it would have been spotlighted as a treatment for premature ejaculation.’

Ichimoku, who was quickly flipping through the book with such thoughts in his mind, hardened his expression when he checked the contents written on the last page.

There was written the most important warning about this practice of intoxication.

– If you have sex with a woman multiple times, there is a risk that she will become a stone woman, so you should never have sex with a woman multiple times.

“These crazy kids.”

The secret monks of Podalap Palace blatantly ignored the warnings left by the Zen monks and committed evil deeds, knowing full well that this would have terrible side effects.

Looking down at that terrible book of martial arts, Ilmok suddenly remembered the memories from before he left for the west gate.

I was saddened by the thought of why I was dragged into the Cheonmasingyo religion instead of the Podalrap Palace, which was one of the same cults.

Because I thought that the magic they were learning was at least better than magic.

But not now.

It was about seven or eight years ago that Ilmok was taken to Cheonmasingyo, so what would have happened if he had been taken to Podalrap Palace around the same time?

Around the second or third year, the Dalai Lama died and the Left and Right factions took over the power.

In that case, Ichimoku had no choice but to be at a crossroads.

Either commit evil deeds like those crazy monks, or rebel against the will of the Left and Right and lose your life.

Having thought this far, Ichimoku soon realized an important fact.

‘Ah… wasn’t it fortunate that it was a new religion?’

The biggest difference between the Cheonmasingyo and the Podalrap Palace was their leader.

The Cheonmasingyo was also a place overflowing with crazy people because of the magic.

Because there was a Heavenly Horse that was controlling those crazy guys so they couldn’t run wild, the place was still progressing according to its original purpose.

If Cheonma had been a person like Joo-Woo Dae-Deok, an even more horrific incident than what happened in Seojang might have struck Xinjiang and the Central Plains.

Because hundreds of demons would have run wild after being released from bondage.

As Ichimoku shook his head at the horrible sight that came to mind, a strange sight appeared before his eyes.

Jin Ha-yeon is quickly skimming through the books and taking them one by one.

“Miss Jin, why are you taking those books?”

“I’m thinking of studying it in case I need it in the future.”

“Hmm? Were the martial arts of Podalrap Palace written in that book really that great?”

Even while asking like that, it was difficult to clear the doubt.

Because it felt like I was just skimming through it and then gathering information to see how great the martial arts were.

To Ilmok’s question, Jin Ha-yeon answered with her usual indifferent expression.

“It is a martial arts book, but it is not particularly necessary for combat.”

“If so, what book is it?”

“These are books about the art of banjo.”

“… … .”

As expected, at her indifferent answer, Ilmok looked at Jin Ha-yeon and the books in her hands with a blank expression.