Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 330



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 330

Shadow (5)

Ilmok, who had been scribbling down things to do when reinforcements arrived inside the palace, quickly got up and left the palace.

A month had passed since taking over Podalap Palace. The atmosphere in Podalap Palace had changed in many ways.

The biggest difference of all was that the traces of the unmarried fragrance that had surrounded the entire Potala Palace had completely disappeared.

The scent of blood that had permeated the entire Podalap Palace had also completely disappeared. The blood that had splattered all over the floor and the building had also all been erased, and now it was giving off a truly tranquil atmosphere.

All over the old temple, women could be seen wandering around.

As Ilmok walked away wearing his mask, the women bowed to him.

“I see the incarnation of Maitreya.”

All of those women were rescued from the Potala Palace.

Perhaps because we had been together for a month, the fear in the eyes of those women looking at me had been considerably diluted.

“Please be patient. When reinforcements arrive, I will send you back to your hometown.”

Ilmok smiled gently and added:

It was something we had already talked about when we first rescued them.

Since the number of people who had attacked the Potala Palace was only twelve, it was not easy to protect over a hundred women and send them back to their hometown.

With the remnants of the Podalap Palace still lingering throughout the West, sending them back to their hometown without any plan would only invite another disaster.

The women smiled softly and responded.

“I am grateful that you saved me.”

They had already seen with their own eyes why they couldn’t be sent back to their hometown right away.

In the past month, there have been three instances of esoteric monks returning after going out to kidnap women.

Those secret Buddhist monks were killed by Ilmok and his subordinates, and the young women they had taken were also staying here with them.

‘Reinforcements must arrive quickly so we can wipe out the remaining remnants.’

Ichimoku knew that there were still remnants left.

There was also information from the women who were there, and it was because there had been no new esoteric monks returning to the Potala Palace for the past two weeks or so.

It seemed that rumors of the collapse of the Potala Palace had begun to spread throughout the city.

The problem was that it was obvious that the esoteric monks who had given up on returning after hearing the rumors were committing terrible acts all over the place.

At that moment, a sharp, cracking sound rang out from far away.

Ilmok walked towards where the sound came from.

In a corner of the Podalap Palace, in a training ground where few people came and went, a woman was standing holding a huge bow.

As Jeong-Hyeon aimed her bow again and let go, the arrow slipped from her hand and flew away, creating a crack in the sky.

Ichimoku nodded with a satisfied expression as he watched the arrow flying at incredible speed.

‘So-Jeong, you may also escape from the extreme evil soon.’

At that time, Jeong-hyeon, who was engrossed in archery, felt something and put down his bow and turned his head towards Ilmok.

And when Jeong-Hyeon discovered the masked figure of Ichimoku, he lowered his head in surprise.

“Oh, I see your Majesty!”

Jeong-Hyeon’s face, which had lowered its head, had turned bright red again.

It’s been about a month since I started reading the book Jin Ha-yeon gave me as a gift.

She was still reeling from the shock.

* * *

A few days later.

Guests came to the Potala Palace. They were reinforcements from Gansu.

Most of them were in charge of teaching doctrine or missionary work, and there were only ten unmanned personnel at most.

Ilmok looked at those people and sighed inwardly.

‘… I can’t help it.’

Currently, the Cheonmasin Church is suffering from a serious manpower shortage, so even ten people would be greatly appreciated.

We had also requested additional personnel from the headquarters, so additional people would probably arrive in a few more days.

Even then, I thought there were probably only about ten or twenty unmanned.

However, cleaning cannot be postponed just because there are few people.

“From now on, you will team up with the soldiers who were here and go around the Seojang area to eliminate the remnants of the Podalap Palace.”

Now it was time to clean up the trash that had been left behind.

After roughly distributing the personnel, Ichimoku gave instructions to the newly joined and existing members.

“Confucius, I have something to tell you.”

On a very rare occasion, Jin Ha-yeon rebelled against Ilmok’s instructions.

“Rather than putting the soldiers in one group, it would be better to split them into several groups and deploy them.”

As the leader of the sect, she knew very well.

What a mess they are when they’re not there.

‘If we gather them all together, it will be like smearing Confucius’ face. As someone who serves Confucius, this is something I absolutely cannot tolerate.’

The problem, if there was one, was that Ichimoku didn’t know it.

“Why would we separate them when they’ve been together for a long time?”

When Ilmok asked with a puzzled expression, Jin Ha-yeon answered quickly.

“Haven’t they already had experience in the West?”

Could it be because he was free from the extreme and his emotions were starting to sprout? Or could it be because he was the master he had served for a long time?

“So, it seems like it would be efficient to mix the Sibi and Hyukryun Sega’s warriors with the new recruits.”

She just kept a blank expression on her face and made up excuses on the spot.

* * *

A few days later.

After moving through the wasteland of Seojang with four unmanned soldiers of the Cheonmasingyo for several days, Jeong-Hyeon arrived at a village called Nammokrim.

There was a somewhat stiff atmosphere there.

Jeong-Hyeon, who had experienced this kind of atmosphere many times while working with Ilmok, opened his mouth cautiously.

“Well, it seems like there’s something here.”

Although Jeong-Hyeon was extremely reluctant to come forward, she gathered her courage.

‘While you’re wasting time, women might get hurt more.’

If there were any remnants of the Podalap Palace here, they needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible.

She took the lead and began to lead the group.

By operating the Ghost Shrine and analyzing countless traces within the village, and even eavesdropping on the residents’ whispers, she was able to find her target without difficulty.

At the place where Jeong-Hyeon and his group arrived, there was a relatively large pavilion in the village.

As she approached the pavilion, a faint fragrance of incense wafted from inside the pavilion tickled her nose.

With confidence, she turned her head and spoke to her companions.

“Excuse me, it’s over there.”

The four unmanned personnel who came with her nodded with expressions of admiration.

“As expected, it is the answer of Prince Pal, who is famous for being a genius.”

“Great work.”

Jeong-Hyeon, who was at a loss as to what to do with himself due to their compliments, lowered his head and said.

“Oh, we have to hurry and go in.”

The unmanned personnel carriers, who knew what was happening there, soon assumed serious expressions and cautiously approached the pavilion.

They cautiously approached the wall, made eye contact, nodded, and then jumped over the wall together.

“Do you know where this is!!”

Inside, the cries of a Buddhist monk are heard, followed by screams, shouts, and the sound of a gunshot.

Pot!

Jeong-Hyeon stood on the roof of the pavilion across from him and shot an arrow at the esoteric monk.

The single shot she fired was filled with energy.

Kwajik!

The head of the esoteric monk burst off along with the vajra that the esoteric monk held out to block the single spear.

It could be said to be the result of the training that Ilmok advised.

* * *

If the ascending magic succeeds in escaping the extreme, the magicians can reach a level similar to that of the Central Plains martial arts.

And in the Central Plains, when discussing the realm of the highest order, the standard used was none other than Ganggi.

However, this was only the correct standard when it came to close-range weapons such as swords, swords, and spears, or when it came to close-range weapons such as public combat.

Because imbuing a sword in your hand with energy and imbuing an arrow that has flown dozens of yards away with energy are two entirely different things.

Then, how should those who have mastered archery discuss the state of transcendence? Furthermore, how can they escape the state of transcendence and reach the state of the Great One?

Ilmok was able to find his own answer through his own experience and Dambin’s case.

Dam-bin was also a master who had escaped the extreme, but she did not use strong energy. In a martial art that utilized dozens of threads, strong energy was more like a waste of internal energy.

Instead of ‘condensing’ the energy, she developed herself to deal with it in detail.

That is why Ilmok advised Jeong-hyeon.

– Every time you shoot a bow, try to add energy to the arrow.

– Use the extraordinary sense of the Ghost Spirit Shrine to keep the energy applied to the arrow that has left the bow from dissipating.

– If you can keep the energy from dissipating until the arrow’s maximum distance, try moving the arrow using the energy you’ve added to it.

When the advice was given in three stages, Jeong-Hyeon, who was already in extreme difficulty, successfully passed the first stage.

The second stage was also able to be half successful.

As the arrow flew, the energy attached to the arrow gradually dispersed.

And up until now, her arrows have remained charged with energy from beginning to end.

* * *

Even at this very moment, Jeong-Hyeon was shooting arrows while recalling the advice from that day.

Kwajik!

Every time he fired his energized spear, the esoteric monks would fall like fallen autumn leaves.

Thanks to the activities of the new religious leaders, the secret Buddhist monks were swept away in an instant.

Did he realize that it would be difficult to survive if things continued like this?

“Stop right now!”

Inside the hall, a high priest appeared with a shout.

“The moment you move even one fingertip, I will kill this bitch.”

A vajra was placed next to the neck of a woman who had subdued the demon.

While the Shinkyo’s unmanned people were hesitating, wondering what to do.

Instead of a single spear, Jeong-Hyeon prepared a side spear and aimed at the esoteric monk.

‘Now is the chance, while we’re still undetected.’

One of the greatest strengths of the Pyeonjeon was that it specialized in sniping and assassination. Now that the high priest’s gaze was turned toward the warriors, it was the opportunity to kill the high priest.

‘There is only one chance.’

If he had made even one mistake, the arrow could have been aimed at the woman who was being held by the high priest.

As Jeong-Hyeon’s concentration reached its peak, using the Ghost Spirit Shrine to its limits, she could feel even the wind flowing from afar as if it was touching her skin.

A moment when the voice of the high priest shouting feels slow and the flow of time is strangely distorted.

Bam.

The arrow imbued with the spirit of the Ghost Shrine escaped from her hand and headed towards the high priest.

Wedge-shaped.

The slow-moving blast of air belatedly lets out a cry.

“!!!”

The slow movement of the startled monk quickly turning his head entered Jeong-Hyeon’s field of vision.

‘no!!’

The arrow she had shot had not yet reached the high priest’s reach.

The monk’s skills were better than she had expected, and he quickly turned around and grabbed the woman who was being held hostage.

The size of the arrow reflected in the woman’s eyes grew larger with each passing moment in the slowed-down world.

‘If Confucius had been here, this wouldn’t have happened… .’

Jeong-Hyeon regretted looking down on the high priest and hastily releasing the bowstring.

Perhaps because she realized that her life was in danger, the criminals could not even follow the arrow’s speed with their eyes, but the woman’s expression changed.

Thanks to the extreme use of the Ghost Spirit Shrine, Jeong-Hyeon seemed to be able to sense the emotions contained in the slow and subtle changes in facial expressions.

Frustration. Sadness. And a weak sense of liberation.

Jeong-Hyeon read the emotion contained in that expression and realized.

Now is not the time to regret.

She wanted to put into practice the last piece of advice that Ichimoku had given her.

– If you can keep the energy from dissipating until the arrow’s maximum distance, try moving the arrow using the energy you’ve added to it.

That advice that I’ve practiced countless times, but never succeeded in doing.

‘please!!’

She prayed earnestly to the arrow she had shot, as if praying to God.

‘Break! Break it!!’

Despite her desperate screams, the arrows reflected in the woman’s eyes only grew larger, and the emotions on her face also grew darker.

‘Please, break it!!’

And at the moment when Jeong-Hyeon’s wish reached its peak, she felt as if the world had stopped.

The arrow that had escaped her hand still seemed to be hanging on her hand.

Bam.

As soon as she lightly touched the arrow in her hand, a terrible pain that felt like it was burning her brain came over her.

But even in that pain, Jeong-Hyeon had a bright smile on his face.

In a world that had slowed down to the limit, she saw that the path of the arrow she shot was slightly off.

The moment when your extreme concentration is broken and the world returns to its original speed.

Kwajik!!

With a piercing noise, Jeong-Hyeon collapsed as if he was falling down.