Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 343



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 343

Howbuli (Never move down) (1)

Since the matter of Cheongmok Jinin and Cheongseong needed to be watched slowly, I decided to skip it for now.

After calming down and sending away the surprised residents of Wangchang-hyeon, Ilmok returned to Bunta and called one person to the main hall.

“It was pretty dangerous a little while ago, Kwon Bong.”

Hwang Bo-yeon, who responded to Ilmok’s call, responded in a calm tone when asked about getting involved in the fight with the Amipa.

“I know. But I couldn’t let them get annihilated.”

“Hmm. I guess you think I made a wrong choice.”

“That’s not true. This incident is clearly Amipa’s fault.”

“Why did you step forward even though it was their fault?”

“… It didn’t seem like a mistake that warranted the massacre of dozens of people.”

“It’s not that big of a mistake….”

Ilmok, who had been silent for a moment as he continued what Hwangbo Yeon had said, calmly opened his mouth again while staring at Hwangbo Yeon.

“Do you think that intimidating sentient beings, trying to drive out innocent sects, and not hesitating to ambush and kill those who do not listen are great sins?”

Hwangbo Yeon hesitated for a moment at Ilmok’s comment, then nodded slightly and answered.

“If you are a great swordsman, aren’t you capable enough to subdue them while keeping them alive? Even so, I stepped forward because it seemed like they would be killed. I thought that if you let them go alive, it would be a problem that they could sufficiently repent and reflect on.”

Hwangbo Yeon felt unfamiliar with this situation.

It wasn’t because I was being scolded by someone.

If it’s scolding, I’ve heard it from my father many times since I was little.

‘Why can’t I answer honestly for my actions?’

But even though I got scolded by my father, I’ve never been more arrogant about myself than I am now.

As she lowered her head, the voice of the incarnation of Maitreya was heard in her ear.

“How strange. If those weaker than you, Kwon Bong, had tried to kidnap and rape Lady Hwangbo Se-hee, would you have just subdued them and told them to reflect on their actions before letting them go?”

“Great Hero! You are going too far!!”

Hwangbo Yeon, enraged by the horrific story, raised her head and glared at the incarnation of Maitreya.

In her eyes, the eyes of the incarnation visible beyond the mask were reflected.

There was endless darkness there, like an abyss.

“What is so serious? The living beings can be harassed as much as they want, but your sister must be protected? The intimidation and harassment of them are forgivable, but what you did to your family is a mortal sin that deserves death?”

No, it wasn’t darkness. It was just a black flame.

Hwang Bo-yeon, overwhelmed by those gazes, swallows dry saliva without realizing it.

The incarnation of Maitreya continued speaking in a stern tone.

“To this incarnation, all living beings are lambs that must be protected, and those who threaten them are evils that must be torn to pieces. Let me ask you again. Why did you spare them? Do you really think that their sins are minor?”

Ichimoku, who had asked the same question as before, added another question quietly.

“Or is it because they are called the prestigious sect like you?”

“… … .”

Hwangbo Yeon realized belatedly why she had not been upright.

Without even realizing it, I was secretly considering them my allies.

They should not be harmed recklessly, and it was believed that it was best to resolve matters related to them amicably.

Even if they are committing evil deeds.

Why did he show favoritism to the Amipa? Even though he had complaints about them.

After reflecting on herself, she was soon able to find the answer.

‘I guess I’ve become too used to it.’

The Gupaebang and the Seven Great Sages. And the martial arts alliance that was formed around them.

The Central Plains had enjoyed a false peace for a long time, and she had become all too accustomed to that arrangement.

They had friendly and allied relations, so even if they committed evil deeds, there was an atmosphere where they would just let it go, and she also regarded it as an inevitable problem.

Without even knowing it.

But, it wasn’t the man standing in front of me.

‘… Truly, he is a man like a flame.’

A flame that consumes all evil and purifies the world.

If there was one concern, it was that he would make too many enemies because of his cruelty in indiscriminately beheading evildoers.

She soon realized that it was her worry that was unfounded.

‘How foolish. To think like this after seeing the case of the Cheongmok Jinin.’

Even though he was a Cheongseongpa who moved with the Amipa, the incarnation of Maitreya forgave Cheongseong. He even went beyond forgiveness and gave him teachings, and thanks to that, Cheongmok Jinin was able to attain enlightenment and overcome the wall.

Hwang Bo-yeon, who remembered that incident, was able to gain some confidence from the man in front of her.

“Without realizing it, I was taking their side. I’m just sorry, Grandmaster.”

First, Hwangbo Yeon bowed her head to Ilmok and offered her apology, then raised her head and continued speaking.

“If Amipa does not reflect and tries to threaten the Maitreya Sect and the common people again, then I will fight against them together with the Great Swordsman in the name of ‘Hwangbo Se-ga’.”

Unlike her previous appearance, she had a face that was honest to herself.

* * *

After finishing her conversation with the incarnation of Maitreya, Hwangbo Yeon headed to the pavilion assigned to her.

“What did you talk about?”

There, her younger sister, Hwangbo Se-hee, was waiting for her.

“Hahaha. I got really into trouble.”

When Hwangbo Yeon answered with a hearty laugh, Hwangbo Sehee reacted with surprise.

“He’s your sister?”

“Yeah. It was scarier than when I got scolded by my father. Hahaha.”

“… No matter what, we’re not even from the same family or even from the same clan, so why are you scolding me like that?”

When Hwangbo Sehee said that with a puzzled expression, Hwangbo Yeon shook her head.

“Okay. Now that I hear it, it’s definitely my fault.”

Hwangbo Yeon, who said that, told her younger brother what had happened a little while ago.

Hwangbo Se-hee, who had initially reacted bewildered, soon became absorbed in the story as if she found it interesting.

“As expected, he is an interesting person. He forgives those who reflect and repent, and forgives those who do not. Just like Confucius.”

“Confucius?”

When Hwangbo Yeon asked in a tone that was not understandable, Hwangbo Sehee answered.

“There’s an old saying that goes, ‘A fool never moves.’ Have you heard of it, too?”

At Hwangbo Se-hee’s words, Hwangbo Yeon let out a faint ‘Ah’ in admiration.

The story of Howbuli appears in the Yanghua chapter of the Analects.

While Confucius was walking down the road with his disciples, he came across a man doing some business at a corner of the road.

Confucius called the man over and scolded him harshly, and the man ran away in shame.

And then, one day, while he was walking around with his disciples, he came across a man who was openly doing his business in the middle of the street.

The disciples expected Confucius to scold the man this time, but Confucius simply avoided the man and passed by.

The disciples, who were suspicious of this, asked, “Why was the sin of the man who was doing his business so openly greater, and yet he was not reprimanded?”

Confucius answered that question.

‘A person who has done business by stepping out on the side of the road has at least a modicum of shame, so he can be taught to change, but the author has no shame at all, so he cannot be taught to change.’

The saying that was born this way was ‘Haubuli (下愚不移)’, meaning that a foolish and incompetent person cannot change.

Hwang Bo-yeon, who realized the meaning behind her younger sister’s analogy, smiled awkwardly and said.

“If we use that metaphor, wouldn’t the Amipa be like people who do their business in the middle of the road?”

“If you look at the disgrace they showed today, it’s not like they’re any different, right? That’s why you, Unni, made a promise to Hwasin, even putting Sega’s name on the line.”

“Hahaha. That’s true.”

“Hohohoho.”

The two women looked at each other and burst into laughter. And after the laughter died down a little, Hwangbo Se-hee muttered.

“But it’s really strange. How could we have expected Cheongseong to reflect and repent?”

Perhaps Hwangbo Se-hee was the one who had the eyes to distinguish between those who could repent and reflect and those who were shameless and did not know how to reflect.

It couldn’t have been anything but strange.

Ilmok originally intended to provoke Simma to provoke Cheongmok Jinin, but things got complicated and he ended up helping him.

Thanks to that incident, Hwangbo Yeon and Hwangbo Sehee came to be regarded as people whom the Mireukmyungyo could trust and work with as allies.

In response to the question raised by his younger brother, Hwangbo Yeon thought about the incarnation of Maitreya and answered.

“Maybe it’s something that the man can see in his eyes. Who is the real villain who should be burned to death?”

“… Burn me to death?”

When Hwangbo Se-hee asked, “Is the incarnation of Maitreya even familiar with the Yeolyangjigong?” Hwangbo Yeon answered.

“In my eyes, he is a man like fire. A fire that will destroy evil and purify the world.”

Although Hwangbo Yeon had no idea, the story she was talking about was connected to the doctrine of the Cheonmasingyo.

The most important doctrine of the Cheonmasingyo is that evil is destroyed with greater evil.

Although he had always criticized the Cheonmasingyo as a cult, he was now moving in a way that best fit the doctrines of the Cheonmasingyo.

* * *

Early the next morning.

Hwangbo Yeon sent the letter she had written in advance to Hwangbo Se-ga the night before.

It was a letter containing the events that took place here and the wish for Hwangbo Se-ga and Mireuk Myeong-gyo to form an alliance.

It would have been best to go in person, but she had a gut feeling that something might happen here soon, so she wrote a letter and sent it.

And Hwangbo’s two daughters and Ilmok returned to Gwangwonhyeon.

Ilmok also did not think that Amipa would stay still, so instead of leaving Sacheon, he chose to wait in Gwangwonhyeon.

While they were spending time resting and training in Gwangwonhyeon.

The nuns of the Ami sect who had recovered the body of Myeoljeolsinni from Wangchang-hyeon and traveled south arrived at Amisan after traveling for several days.

At the unexpected news of death, the sound of mourning echoed through the Amipa.

In order to appease the spirit of the unjustly murdered Myeoljeolshinni, a grand funeral was held in Amipa.

It was a rather extravagant funeral for a group that claimed to be non-religious and politically correct.

While the nuns of the Amipah mourn the death of their beloved family member, Myeoljeolshinni.

In the hall where the head of the Amipa sect resides, two old nuns were conversing.

“What are your plans? Jang Moon-sa-jeo.”

“Why are you asking the obvious? Shouldn’t you clearly explain to them how great and terrible the crime of daring to kill a nun of the Great Amipa is?”

The long text of the Amipa answering the elder’s question. The eyes of the forbidden nun were dyed red.

It was unclear whether it was because he had shed so many tears or because he was angry, but his fierce gaze gave off an air closer to that of a yaksha than a monk.

The elder, intimidated by the old man’s momentum, opened his mouth cautiously.

“Jang Moon-sa-jeo, from what I heard from the children, they were carrying Hwangbo Se-ga on their backs. Since Kwon Bong was with them, the children had no choice but to return with only Samae’s body.”

If we went to war with them, it meant that there was a risk that the Hwangbo family would intervene.

Furthermore, it was a remark pointing out that if they fought a war with them for no reason and ended up killing Hwangbo Yeon, they could be in trouble.

Geumjeong Shin-ni also seemed to be aware of the problem, as he answered with a cold expression.

“Don’t worry. I have already written a letter to send to the Murim Alliance.”