Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 332



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 332

Dawn (1)

An ancient temple that was formerly called Podalrap Palace, but is now the preface to the Maitreya Buddhism.

When all the women who were to be sent back to their hometowns were sent back, and all the women who chose that place instead of their hometowns returned.

Those who had gone out to eliminate the remnants of the Potala Palace also returned there.

Jeong-hyeon also went to the pavilion where Ilmok was writing to inform him of her return, and Ilmok welcomed her warmly.

“I’m back, Your Majesty.”

“Thank you for your hard work. Also, congratulations, Lady Jeong.”

Since she had already entered the world of photography, it was not difficult to notice her growth.

“I managed to escape the extreme.”

Jeong-Hyeon answered, lowering his head slightly as if embarrassed.

“Thank you, Confucius, for your teachings.”

It wasn’t said out of humility. She truly believed it was thanks to Ichimoku’s teachings.

Jeong-Hyeon couldn’t even think of trying to control the movement of an arrow with a sword.

From that day on, while going back and forth to the West to search for the remnants of the Podalap Palace, Jeong-Hyeon repeated his training whenever he had time.

A training exercise where you shoot an arrow into the air and then use the Ghost Spirit Shrine to its limit to change the arrow’s path.

At first, she would faint with the pain of her brain burning even from the slightest change in path, but now she was gradually adapting.

At best, she could only open the path once for a moment, but now she had reached a level where she could do it without fainting.

“If it weren’t for Confucius’s advice, I wouldn’t have even thought of this kind of training method.”

“Hahaha. I just brought the timing forward a little. You will eventually realize it. Also, even if I teach you the cultivation method, isn’t it thanks to Lady Jeong’s talent and effort that you will eventually overcome the wall?”

As the continuous stream of compliments poured in, Jeong-Hyeon for some reason recalled an old story.

“That’s not all. When I joined the drama club at the Magic Hall because of Confucius, and when I dressed up as a man to spread the religion in Gansu Province. I hated it so much that I wanted to die, but thanks to those experiences, I was able to grow.”

At Jeong-Hyeon’s sincere thanks, Ilmok smiled awkwardly.

“… You hated the drama club and cross-dressing so much that you wanted to die? Ahem. Ma, you said you would not say anything?”

“… How could I, how could I, in front of others, t, tack on Confucius’s words?”

“ah….”

Only then did Ichimoku realize that he had been indifferent, and he smiled awkwardly and bowed his head to her.

“I’m sorry for what happened.”

“That’s all, Your Majesty! I know that Your Majesty wanted to help me grow.”

Ilmok felt a slight pang of conscience.

‘It wasn’t something I did with the intention of helping you grow…’

one side.

As the two were having a friendly conversation, Hyukryun Seon-ah clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails were crumbling.

‘If only I had grown during this journey… .’

She thought as she faced the climax.

In order to monopolize everyone’s attention, it seems like I need to become stronger.

* * *

Around that time.

The Dark Shadow Lord, who had returned to the headquarters with his injuries, was meeting with Cheonma.

“I am sorry, Lord of Ten Thousand Horses. I was disloyal and failed in my mission. Please kill me.”

The dark-eyed monk, who had a bandage tied around his side, bowed strongly as if he was about to die, hitting his head on the floor.

Thump.

But, just before his forehead touched the floor, some energy gently embraced him.

It was the magic of the Heavenly Demon God.

“I know your loyalty, so don’t worry about it. You didn’t mess things up on purpose, did you?”

“Your Majesty… .”

The dark shadow gazed up at the heavenly horse with a moved expression.

“So, tell me quickly. What happened that made you end up like this?”

In response to Cheonma’s question, Amyeonggakju continued his story calmly.

Seo Wan-pyeong said that he carried the letter on behalf of the fellow student whom he had successfully captured, and that Amyeonggakju was slowly digging into the men’s trail.

As a result, the shadow knight managed to make contact with the old man whom his classmate had called ‘eunuch’.

“Because the eunuch’s skills far surpassed those of the impious mortal, we ultimately failed to subdue him.”

After being pushed back in the battle with the eunuch, Amyeonggakju eventually had no choice but to flee.

I would have liked to have tried it myself, but I had a duty to report what had happened.

“Hmm. If he’s an old eunuch who is called a eunuch and has more power than you, then he must be Eunuch Byeongpil.”

The position of Byeongpil Eunuch was that of the leader of the class.

“I also suspect so.”

“It seems that the palace is seriously plotting against us, so the Dark Pavilion should continue to prioritize the investigation into our classmates.”

“Already, we have been able to find several places that are connected to our classmates through our investigations, including the Silver Moon Group. We have also been able to capture several of our classmates, so we will be careful not to miss any traces this time.”

“I will trust and leave it to the Dark Pavilion. Also, since this matter is very important, tell them to keep quiet so that it does not spread within the Shinshu.”

The intention of the last instruction was a shadowy note that was not easily understood, but he simply bowed his head to show his respect.

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

If it was Cheonma’s order, it was the duty of a believer to follow it even if it meant suicide.

“If you do, first, you should stop by the infirmary to recover. While you rest, leave the work to Wanpyeong.”

“I will do so. But, are the details of the three princes any better?”

“Hahaha. I heard from the magician that he has found stability. That child is also getting closer to being freed from the demon, so he won’t go out of control so easily.”

Amyeonggakju, recalling the last time he saw Seo Wanpyeong with wide eyes, swallowed a sigh of relief.

After the dark shadow bowed and left Cheonmajeon.

“Ugh… .”

Cheonma let out a deep sigh.

Moreover, a deep expression of fatigue appeared on Cheonma’s face.

It wasn’t just because of the palace affairs.

Maybe it’s because I don’t have much time left. I’ve been feeling increasingly exhausted lately.

In fact, he had already reached his physical limit, as he had long since passed the age of one hundred.

Recently, Cheonma has reached a state where he moves his body through energy rather than through physical strength.

Since he was always with Cheonma, Eunwigakju, who was the only one who noticed this fact, just raised his head and looked at the ceiling with a bitter expression.

‘Your Majesty…’

* * *

Time passed quickly.

In Seojang, where Ilmok had established a foothold, the name Mireukmyeonggyo gradually swallowed up the name Podalrapgung, and in Cheonghae and the north, the name Mireukmyeonggyo also took hold.

Gansu Province has become a full-fledged home of the Maitreya Buddhism, and recently, they have begun teaching children not only letters but also basic martial arts and doctrines written under the name of ‘Maitreya Buddhism.’

Just like in Xinjiang.

And in the case of Xingang, the homeland of the Cheonmasingyo sect, the seeds that had been sown in the sect were slowly beginning to sprout.

The children who had graduated from the Chomagwan. No, they were now sixteen and physically close to young men. Thanks to this, they returned to their hometowns one by one and began their activities.

Since they could learn basic martial arts and letters just by completing the Chomagwan, they were able to help with tasks for each village and act as vigilantes.

And the children who achieved excellent results at the elementary school went to the middle school to receive more specialized education along with magic.

While positive news was continuously coming in from Xinjiang and other places.

An urgent report from Gansu Province came to find Cheonmajeon.

“… Huh.”

Cheonma, who had read all the letters, let out a deep sigh without realizing it.

“You must be crazy to do such a terrible thing.”

There was written about the bloodshed that had occurred in the Central Plains.

It was a bloody tragedy caused by the Blood Cult.

It is said that most of the small and medium-sized rebels active in Guizhou Province were annihilated by them, and even ordinary civilians were caught up in the massacre.

It was a truly horrific incident, with an estimated five thousand victims.

“Even without this incident, the hypocrites of the political faction have become alarmed, and they are now gathering their strength in earnest. It seems that the palace showed signs of taking action because even the common people were harmed.”

Cheonma sighed at the report of the unmanned messenger who brought the urgent information.

“ha.”

If the political factions that had been causing trouble up until now were to unite, it would not be a very pleasant situation for the Cheonmasingyo, which was gradually gaining influence in the central plains under the name of the Mireukmyungyo.

But that wasn’t why Cheonma sighed.

“It is truly horrible that even civilians were sacrificed.”

It was Cheonma who felt devastated by the evil deeds of the Blood Cult.

If anything, he would have liked to come forward and condemn the Blood Cult himself.

However, now was not the time for the Cheonmasingyo or him to step forward.

‘This is also my fault… All the faults will be borne by this old man, so you must revive the new religion and protect the living beings.’

Cheonma, who had such a thought in his mind, gave an order to the messenger.

“The Maitreya Sect in Gansu Province should continue to pay attention to the movements of the Martial Arts Alliance and the Blood Sect. Also, if anything special arises, immediately send a message to the headquarters.”

“Your name!!”

After the messenger gave his example and left.

“Coolook… .”

Cheonma’s face turned pale as he let out a weak cough, and his black clothes that were used to block his cough were stained with dark red blood.

It was one day, a year and a half after Ilmok left for Seojang.

* * *

One day, about a year and a half after Ilmok began to spread the doctrine of the Maitreya Buddhism in the West,

Now, a letter has arrived at the temple that has become a branch of the Maitreya Buddhism.

The message written in the letter was simple.

The order was to leave those in charge of missionary work as they were and return to the headquarters immediately.

In that urgent-looking letter with all the explanations cut off, Ilmok set out on a journey to the headquarters with only his followers.

After running for a while, even cutting down on sleeping and eating time, Ichimoku finally arrived at the headquarters.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Prince Eight.”

The warrior guarding the entrance to the headquarters began to guide him towards Cheonma Hall.

On the way to Cheonmajeon, Ilmok felt an inexplicable sense of ominousness.

‘…what?’

The atmosphere at the headquarters was extremely heavy.

Unlike the word ‘Ma’ (魔), it was not the usual Cheonma Shingyo that was always lively and full of meanings.

Soon, Ilmok arrived at the entrance of Cheonmajeon, where Wi Jinhak, Seo Wanpyeong, and Jonglichu were waiting for him.

“We’ve already exchanged greetings, so let’s go in.”

From the words that Wi Jin-hak delivered as the representative, Ilmok could tell what was going to happen next.

Instinctively.

But reason tried hard to ignore that instinct.

I couldn’t believe it.

‘Master, you’re going back?’

That guy who looked so strong?

He who boasted god-like majesty, is waiting for death in front of me.

Because it didn’t feel real, Ichimoku entered Cheonmajeon with a blank expression.

There, a familiar scent was wafting.

A fragrance that I had never felt before from a heavenly horse, coming from the body of an old man on the verge of death.

The figure of Cheonma, who always sat alone in Taesa’s office, was no longer there.

Instead, there was just a single bed there.

As he approached the bed, Ichimoku barely opened his mouth, which would not fall down easily.

“… Master.”

An old man, covered in death flowers, was lying on the bed.

At the sound of Ichimoku’s call, the old man who had been sleeping as if dead opened his eyes with difficulty.

“Hehehe. You’re our youngest.”

Seeing his master’s appearance, which had aged rapidly in just a year and a half, Ilmok gritted his teeth and asked.

“Why didn’t you call the priest earlier?”

Cheonma smiled at the resentment that came out without him knowing.

It was the same kind smile as always, but it looked somewhat tired.

“Haha. How could I call a disciple who is working hard for rebirth and the new religion just because I want to see his face?”

Cheonma answered like that, closed his mouth for a moment, and then blurted out something unexpected.

“I just feel sorry for you.”

“… … .”

“I feel like I’ve burdened you too much while you were still so young… As your teacher, I wanted to keep you by my side a little longer. However, as a Heavenly Demon, I couldn’t let your talents go to waste… Please forgive me, this incompetent teacher.”

To Cheonma’s words, Ilmok tried hard to answer with a lie.

“I have never once complained.”

“Hehehe. As expected from the youngest.”

Cheonma burst into laughter, then coughed.

Crimson blood flowed out from the corner of Cheonma’s mouth.

“Master, please take a rest for a moment.”

As Ilmok said this, he quickly wiped Cheonma’s mouth with his clothes, and Cheonma reached out and grabbed Ilmok’s wrist.

The hand of the Heavenly Horse, revealed through the gap in his clothes, was terribly thin.

“Youngest, this old man has prepared a gift and a favor for you. Will you accept it?”

It was truly a strange thing.

Despite his skinny arms and blood-spitting face, he felt a magnificent energy from the palm of the Cheonma that touched his wrist.

“…Please give your order.”

“Thank you… As far as I remember, this teacher said that your name was given to you by your parents.”

“Yes. My parents didn’t know many letters, so they gave me a name using the few letters they knew.”

“As the old saying goes, ‘Teachers and parents are the same,’ so let this old man engrave meaning into your name.”

“…What do you mean?”

Ilmok looked down at Cheonma with an expression full of complicated feelings.

“Youngest, you truly have a special talent. So, show off that talent to the fullest. Become a large tree (一木) that can cover all the poor beings with your specialness. Furthermore, become the root (本) that will support the believers of the new religion who are always wavering.”

In the eyes of the Heavenly Horse, the complex expression of Ichimoku was reflected as it was.

It was the same as the eyes I had when I first saw him, not matching his face full of freckles. It was like a lake with no end in sight.

“Your name is this old man’s last gift and request.”