Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 329



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 329

Shadow (4)

“If you do that, I will stay behind and send one of the unmanned people to the headquarters.”

When Hyukryeon Cheongang expressed his intention to refuse, Ilmok firmly shook his head.

“I can’t. That letter contains the things that are necessary for governing this place in the future. It must be delivered to you, Master, so I would like you to step forward yourself.”

The cause was good, but there was another reason.

The intention was to drive out Hyukryun Cheongang, who kept blowing nonsense. He used the Sega’s unmanned personnel as workers and used Hyukryun Cheongang as a messenger.

Before Hyukryun Cheon-gang, who had figured out the inside story, could say anything, Ilmok opened his mouth again.

“Also, didn’t you clearly say so, Your Majesty? The one in command of this mission is me. Are you, the head of the Great Hyukryun Family, trying to say two things with one mouth?”

“… … .”

Hyukryun Cheon-gang was speechless at the words that hit the nail on the head.

Sigh.

Ilmok took out another letter and handed it to Hyukryun Cheon-gang again.

“Since you are planning to avoid the Taklamakan Desert and travel by detour anyway, please stop by Lanzhou in Gansu Province and deliver this letter to Confucius Guyangmun.”

It was an example of treating Hyukryeoncheon River as a real messenger.

* * *

One day, a month after Hyukryeon Cheongang left Podalap Palace after receiving the letter from Ilmok,

Upon hearing the news of what had happened through Hyukryeon Cheon-gang, who had returned from the West, Cheon-ma burst into hearty laughter.

“Are you that happy?”

Cheonma answered Hyukryeon Cheongang’s question with a satisfied smile.

“How could I not be happy? News has come that the youngest has once again defeated the evildoers who have been tormenting the living beings.”

“… … .”

Hyukryeon Cheon-gang was at a loss for words as Cheon-ma skipped over the part where he used himself as a messenger.

‘… Like master, like disciple.’

It was already known to everyone in the Cheonma Shingyo that Cheonma cherished his youngest son, but now that I look back, I think it was because he resembled Cheonma the most that he cherished him.

“Haha. I never would have guessed that Podalap Palace would become such a bad place in just a few years. I guess it was a good idea to send you with the youngest.”

Cheonma, who changed the subject slightly, looked at the letter placed in front of Hyukryeon Cheongang.

“So, is that letter something the youngest one sent?”

“Yes.”

When Hyukryeon Cheon-gang held out the letter, Eunwi-gak-ju stepped forward and handed the letter to Cheon-ma.

“Hmm.”

After reading the entire letter, Cheonma put it down and asked Hyukryeon Cheon-gang.

“It seems like we don’t have enough reinforcements to rule the West?”

“In fact, I had already stopped by Gansu Province before coming to the headquarters.”

At Hyukryeon Cheon-gang’s answer, Cheon-ma burst into laughter again.

“Heh heh heh heh heh.”

“… Are you so happy that your youngest disciple uses me as a messenger?”

“How could it not be fun? You. Do you remember? When you first saw Ichimoku. At that time, you tried to kill Ichimoku.”

“… … .”

At Cheonma’s words, which hit the nail on the head just like the youngest Confucius, Hyukryeon Cheon-gang had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

That kid who used to be a lifesaver has grown to the point where he can be used as a messenger in just a few years.

If the youngest prince had been killed, things wouldn’t have been like this now.

He grew up to be a vessel that would take responsibility for the future of the new religion, and he was also used as a messenger.

Cheonma, with a faint smile on his lips, looked at Hyukryeon Cheon Gang and asked.

“So, what was it like watching it up close?”

Hyukryuncheon Gang had said that he would join us on this journey to examine the vessel of Ilmok.

“… It seems that the granddaughter’s eyes were more accurate. It seems that this old man’s eyes have become cloudy with age.”

Of course, the reason given was not whether he was the next leader, but rather what he was like as the lord of Hyukryun Seon-ah.

* * *

Cheonma, who remembered the conversation he had with Hyukryeon Cheon-gang a month ago when he came with the letter, collected his thoughts with a faint smile.

And soon, the Eunwigakju returned to Cheonmajeon.

“I have conveyed the Supreme Being’s will to the demon. Finally, I have returned after confirming that the three princes have entered Jeongsimwon.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Cheonma nodded with a much more relaxed expression, and said something that Eunwigakju had never expected.

“I will leave this matter to Amyeonggak and keep it quiet.”

“What, what do you mean by that?”

Eunwigakju, who had asked that question without realizing it, was startled by her own words and knelt on the floor.

As the shadow of the Heavenly Horse, how dare I disobey my lord’s orders? This was impossible.

No matter how absurd the order was, even if it was an order to commit suicide, Eunwigukju was the one who had to follow it without a word.

“I am sorry, my lord. Please punish me for my disloyalty.”

“Hehehe. I know you said that out of concern for this old man, so don’t worry about it.”

After saying that, Cheonma looked at Eunwigakju with a gentle expression.

“As you think, it is not as if I did not think of war with the palace right away. If this old man is still alive, it may be possible to cut off the head of the Han emperor.”

“If my lord only sets his mind to it, what could be impossible?”

Eunwigakju raised his head, which had been bowed, and answered.

In his eyes, he saw the face of Cheonma looking down at him with a gentle expression.

“But then I thought to myself. Even if this old man somehow manages to get the head of the Emperor of Han, what difference would it make?”

Eunwigakju could not understand Cheonma’s words.

Punishing the wicked. What else is there?

To that silver-haired man, Cheonma continued his story as if he was teaching him a lesson.

“The Central Plains is a vast and fertile land. It is incomparable to Xinjiang. Even if this old man kills the Han emperor, the current power of the Heavenly Demon Sect will not be able to rule the Central Plains.”

“Who would dare to oppose the lord who has executed the emperor of a country?”

“You can’t possibly stand up to this old man. One, how can this old man rule over all of the vast Central Plains at the same time? In order to rule over a place, you need civil servants who can spread the monarch’s will widely, and soldiers who can punish the evildoers who oppose the monarch’s will and harass the living beings. One, the current new religion doesn’t have the capacity to do that.”

“The warriors of the new religion will burn their entire bodies to reveal their master’s will and punish the wicked.”

“Hahaha. Aren’t you still burning it? If you have to rule over the entire Central Plains in the midst of this, do you really think you can handle it?”

“… … .”

Only then was Eunwigakju able to understand Cheonma’s words.

That’s why I couldn’t give any answer.

He also already knew how much the heads of each organization and the unmanned personnel were divided.

At best, he was exhausted just from governing Xinjiang and Gansu provinces.

“The remnants of Han’s faction. And the hypocrites of the political factions that have taken root in the Central Plains will cause trouble everywhere. In the process, how many innocent people will shed their blood? However, the biggest problem is something else.”

“What is it?”

“For this old man, the problem is that there is not much time left.”

“Oh, how can you say such a thing? Your Majesty.”

“Oh, listen to the end. If this old man dies while the Emperor of Han has been executed and the Central Plains has not yet been stabilized, what will happen? No, what if he dies while fighting the Han Dynasty?”

“… … .”

Eunwigakju couldn’t say anything.

Because he could also see that something terrible was about to happen.

In the midst of a war, or before the Central Plains have been stabilized, the leader disappears and a fight for the position of cult leader breaks out.

If that were to happen, the Cheonmasingyo religion would inevitably collapse like a castle in the sand.

While Eunwi-gakju was unconsciously recalling that miserable scene.

“Hehehe. Don’t be sad. This old man hasn’t given up either.”

For some reason, Cheonma smiled kindly and opened his mouth.

“First, the number of children who have completed the education of the Gyomagak led by the eldest son will increase, and in the Central Plains where the third son is, the number of believers in the new religion will increase starting from Gansu, and the missionary center where the sixth son is is also increasing the number of believers in the north and foreign countries, isn’t it?”

Cheonma omitted one person, but Eunwigakju could tell who that one person was even without hearing it.

The Grand Duke’s Gyomagak, the Three Princes’ Gansu Castle, and the Six Princes’ Seonyowon.

All of these things happened because of the eight princes.

After the foundation was laid by the Eight Princes, these could be said to be tasks passed on to each of the princes.

“Thanks to the disciples, the new religion is developing so quickly, so in ten years, we will be able to rule over the Central Plains. Hehehe. Yes. In ten years, we will also be able to recover the Central Plains, which was our new religion’s wish.”

Cheonma was trying to get over this incident, recalling the old saying, “Sleeping on firewood and tasting gall.”

Because I believed in the power of the Cheonmasingyo, which was growing at an incredible rate. Because I knew that the moment war broke out, this growth would be halted.

If there’s just one thing I regret.

“Hahaha. It’s just sad that this old man can’t realize that dream while he’s still alive.”

“My lord… .”

When Eunwigakju looked up at him with indescribable sadness in her eyes, Cheonma smiled bitterly.

“I feel sorry for you and the others. I wasted my time assisting the incompetent Cheonma.”

“That is not right!! The Grand Duke and the Youngest Duke are leading the development of the new religion, but how can that be the achievement of the Confucius alone? It is possible because the Supreme Being stabilized the new religion. The Supreme Being has cultivated all the fields, so the Confucius could sow the seeds, and now those seeds are growing!”

As Eunwigakju shouted with a heartfelt voice as if spitting blood, Cheonma smiled gently.

“Hahaha. Is that so?”

In some ways, it could be seen as nothing more than flattery, but Cheonma was able to feel comforted by Eunwigakju’s words.

“The old man’s years were not in vain.”

Comfort for the years gone by.

Furthermore, there is also anticipation for the future.

‘These are the seeds that those children planted on the land that this old man built. I wonder how far they will grow.’

In a way, the reason Cheonma gave up the war was also because of that anticipation.

If it had been the Cheonma of the past, he might have boldly chosen war the moment he realized the palace’s intervention.

In the past, he was a kind Heavenly Demon who cherished the Heavenly Demon Sect, but he was not a politician.

I had little idea of ​​what I should be concerned about, in order to govern somewhere.

But after the appearance of Ichimoku, he changed.

I realized that there were more than one or two things to worry about just in governing this small and poor place called Xinjiang.

It was Cheonma who realized that the current Cheonma Shingyo’s vessel could not contain the Central Plains.

It was Cheonma who realized that he would eventually be able to obtain the Central Plains.

Ironically, both realizations came from Ichimoku.

‘Hahaha. Youngest. Because of you, this old man gave up the war, so it looks like you’ll have to take responsibility for it in the future.’

Naturally, Cheonma’s gaze turned to the south.

In the direction where Hanchang, Seojang was spreading the doctrine of Cheonmasinkyo under the name of Mireukmyungyo.

* * *

The West Jang’s Podalrap Palace.

A man who had been scribbling something in the hall where the Dalai Lama used to live in the past started coughing loudly.

“Each!”

Even though his body had been completely transformed, the man muttered as if he was complaining, feeling as if his body had become weak.

“Damn. Once this is over, I’m really going to go and take a year off and live in a remote countryside.”

He was a man who dreamed in vain.