Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 357
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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 357
Spy (2)
While Ilmok was preparing various preparations to deceive the Murim Alliance.
A foreigner was setting foot in Tianshui County, Gansu Province.
The common people living in Cheonsu-hyeon didn’t show much reaction to the appearance of a man they were seeing for the first time.
As the closest county to Shaanxi Province, it was a major transportation hub, and although it could not be compared to the provincial capital, Nanzhou, it was developed to a certain extent, so it was not uncommon for outsiders to appear in Tianshui County.
The foreigner entered an inn near the market and asked the innkeeper.
“By any chance, do you have any spare rooms?”
“Hahaha. There is a room. How many days do you plan on staying?”
“Nothing has been decided, but it looks like I’ll be staying for quite some time.”
“If you do that, I’ll lower the price a bit.”
The owner answered like that and called Jeomsoi over.
The man, who entered the room under the guidance of Jeomsoi, unpacked his luggage and left the room.
“Could you please just give me a dumpling or something?”
After ordering from the innkeeper, the man sat down at a table with a view of the street beyond the door.
On the table of the man who was looking out at the street for a moment, the dumplings that Jeomsoi had brought were placed.
widely.
“Hmm. Cheon Soo Hyun seems to be quite active.”
As the man spoke to Jeomsoi, the young Jeomsoi turned her head and looked beyond the door.
Jeom So-i, who had been looking at the street for a while like the man, answered with a smile.
“Hearing those words, I realize once again how great the mercy of the Maitreya Buddha is.”
The man quickly controlled his expression and asked in response to Jeomsoi’s surprise worship.
“Mireukmyeonggyo? What kind of place is it that its name suddenly pops up?”
“Ah. I guess you haven’t been to Gansu in recent years? If I may speak to you about Maitreya Buddhism…”
In response to the man’s question, Jeomsoi smiled brightly and began to preach the greatness of the Maitreya Buddhism.
The man, who had taken to heart what Jeomsoi had said with shining eyes, slowly ate all of the dumplings before getting up.
“I’ll go out for a bit and come back.”
“Yes. Have a safe trip.”
The man who went out into the street mixed in with the crowd and walked up and down the street naturally, observing the people.
Sometimes, I would go to a stall or a pavilion and look at the items.
As the man was looking around at a stall selling various cheap trinkets, an old man selling them approached him.
“Haha. It’s my first time seeing you. Are you from a foreign land?”
“That’s right.”
“When I see a guest from out of town, I feel a renewed sense of gratitude to the Maitreya Buddhism.”
The man tried to control his expression as he asked the old man’s surprise worship.
“… What does my coming here have to do with the Maitreya Buddhism?”
“Hahaha. Didn’t you know? Until a few years ago, there were bandits around here. They were the ones who preyed on merchants coming from Shaanxi, but thanks to the Mireukmyeonggyo eradicating those bandits, the number of people coming and going from Cheonsuhyeon has increased.”
“Hmm. That happened.”
After finishing the conversation, the man bought a cheap ring and continued walking.
This time, the man bought an apple from a stall and took a bite of it.
“The apples are so sweet.”
“Hohoho. Isn’t this also thanks to the mercy of the Maitreya Buddha?”
Only then did the man realize.
The common people here did not worship the Maitreya Buddha by surprise.
They were habitual worshippers of the Maitreya religion, and this was just something they had witnessed by surprise.
The man remembered his mission and asked with difficulty.
“… What does the deliciousness of these apples have to do with the Maitreya Buddhism? Do they also run an orchard?”
After that, I went around the streets for a while to collect information.
As the sun was beginning to set, the man returned to the inn.
He sat down at a table in a corner of the guest house, unlike during the day, and ordered a bottle of alcohol and something to eat.
While he was leisurely drinking alone, one by one, people began to appear at the tables in the guest house.
As the civilians working at Cheonsu-hyeon began talking loudly under the influence of alcohol, the man secretly listened in and focused on the information.
At that moment, a certain melody caught his ear.
“Gwang~myeong, Gwangmyeong, Maitreya Gyo~.”
When I turned my head, I saw Jeomsoi wiping the table next to me and humming a strange song.
“… What kind of tune is that?”
“Ah. You said today is your first time here? This is a hymn from the Mireukmyungyo. When you sing this song when you are doing something hard, you feel better. Hahaha.”
“… … .”
A man who failed to control his facial expressions makes a bewildered expression.
“Gwang~myeong, Gwangmyeong, Maitreya Gyo~.”
Jeomsoi hummed the tune again and started doing chores.
“Peace like a river to me.”
“Peace like a river to me.”
Before we knew it, everyone in the guest house began singing various hymns together in turn.
Why is that?
A goosebump appeared on the man’s arm as he watched everyone happily laughing and singing.
I spent a few days in Cheonsu-hyeon, which gave off such a strange atmosphere.
One day, Jeomsoi spoke to him.
“Today is the inn’s day off.”
“The guest is resting? Is the owner sick or something?”
“No, today is the day of the Maitreya Buddhist sermon. All believers have a day off on this day. So, how about having our guests join the gathering?”
The man nodded, thinking that this was a chance to get more information.
He eventually headed to Jangwon with Jeomso-i, where a signboard called [Mireukmyeonggyo] was hung.
At the end of the meeting.
“The coming of Maitreya!! May all people be saved!!”
He was shouting slogans along with the people, his eyes wide open.
* * *
One day, a month or so later.
In the battle of the leaders of the Murim Alliance, the leader, Cheok Pae-myeong, and the general, Gongsun Hyeon, were examining dozens of letters.
These were letters sent by the emissaries to various places where the Maitreya Buddhism was established, centered around Gansu.
The letter they sent out summarizing what they had been looking into over the past month contained a variety of content.
Letters about how much the common people revere them and how devoted they have been to the common people.
and.
– Gwangmyeong Gwangmyeong Mireukmyungyo. Gwangmyeong Gwangmyeong Mireukmyungyo. Gwangmyeong Gwangmyeong Mireukmyungyo. Gwangmyeong Gwangmyeong Mireukmyungyo. … . Maitreya has come, all people will be born. Maitreya has come, all people will be born. Maitreya has come, all people will be born. Maitreya has come, all people will be born. … .
There were also often strange letters mixed in that gave me goosebumps when I read them for some reason.
While Gongsun Hyun was wiping away the goosebumps that had formed on his arm, Maengju threw down the letter and opened his mouth.
“I really don’t know what these authors are doing.”
Gong So-hyeon cautiously opened her mouth, looking at the leader who had become increasingly irritated since becoming entangled with the Mireuk Myungyo.
“But it’s not like there’s no income at all. After checking all the letters, there were some unusual things.”
“It’s something special. Please tell me.”
“First of all, they are buying an unusual amount of food. It’s mainly things that can be stored for a long time, like rice or beef jerky. Especially after the collapse of Amipa. They are buying a significant amount from Sichuan, where there is a lot of rice and food.”
“I know that too. About half of it is distributed to the commoners, and the other half is taken by the merchants and sent to the Western Regions, right?”
“It is important to note that even half of that is a considerable amount. Unless we are buying our Central Plains food from the West at a high price, there is no reason to buy such a large amount. Wouldn’t it be more profitable for the merchants to fill the wagons and carts carrying the food with goods to sell in the West?”
The reason why the Cheonmyeong Sangdan of the Mireuk Myunggyo bought such a huge amount of food was simple.
It was to provide food to the newly absorbed nomads in the north, as well as to the existing believers in Xinjiang, as well as to the Qinghai and Xizang.
Half of them were transported to Gansu, northern Sichuan, Qinghai, and Xizang by the manpower of the Maitreya Buddhism, and the remaining half were transported directly by the Cheonmyeong Sangdan and delivered to the northern grasslands and Xinjiang.
The leader, who had no way of knowing that fact, nodded with a look of understanding after hearing Gongsun Xuan’s words.
“Certainly, it feels like too much for something meant for the upper ranks.”
“Yes, my lord. Since you are purchasing this much not just once but periodically, it seems like you are stockpiling supplies in preparation for war.”
“Hmm. Well, rather than investigating the commoners, it might be better to focus on digging up the upper and northern trade routes.”
“I will make sure to instruct you to do so.”
* * *
There were those who passed through Shaanxi and northern Ningxia and entered the northern grassland.
Passing the border of one country and entering a desolate, barbaric land, they changed their course northward and headed west.
How long had it been since I ran across a desolate land that could hardly be called a meadow?
As they moved for several days, a village came into view in the distance.
They rode their horses toward the village.
As they approached, a nomad from the village stepped forward and shouted.
“Who are you and where are you from?”
Although it was awkward, it was clearly Chinese.
“We are merchants from a country called Han. We are on our way to the Western Regions. Would it be okay if we stayed there for one night?”
To the man’s question, the nomad who spoke the Central Chinese answered.
“Please wait a moment.”
The nomads who returned to their village soon came out again.
“The chief has given permission.”
A group of people who called themselves merchants were able to enter the village.
It was a village with a peaceful atmosphere.
Children were running around everywhere, occasionally humming songs.
The so-called merchants found the sight somewhat odd.
“Peace like a river to me.”
“Peace like a river to me.”
It was because, although they were clearly children of a northern nomadic people who were barbarians, they were singing in the Central Plains language for some reason.
Even though they were nomads in the north, known for their harsh conditions, they ate things like rice and dried fruit.
The merchants gathered in one place and took their seats, glancing sideways at the nomads who gave off a strange vibe somewhere.
As the merchants were finishing their meal there, an old man who was the chieftain of the nomads and a man wearing angry masks of the Four Heavenly Kings approached them.
He introduced himself as a missionary of the Maitreya Buddhism.
I had a brief conversation with the chieftain and the missionary of the Mireukmyungyo.
“Oh, by the way, you said you were planning to go to the West, right? Be careful. I heard that there have been some vicious tribes committing banditry in the North recently.”
In response to the warning from the missionary of the Mireukmyunggyo, a man who called himself the head of the Sangdan asked back.
“I heard that the Cheonmyeong Sangdan of the Maitreya Buddhism also travels to the Western Regions. Is that Cheonmyeong Sangdan okay?”
“The Cheonmyeong Sangdan is also suffering from headaches. It is only thanks to the protection of Maitreya that they are able to continue their upward journey.”
“I see. Thank you for warning me.”
“I was just telling you what needed to be told.”
After a brief chat, the tribal chief and the missionary of Mireukmyungyo left.
“It seems you have kept the guests too busy. Please make yourself comfortable.”
Early the next morning, the group calling themselves the Sangdan left the village and headed west again.
After that, nomadic villages could be discovered at intervals of a day or two.
Surprisingly, each village we arrived at had a similar atmosphere.
In each village there was a missionary of the Maitreya religion, children hummed strange songs in the Chinese language, and they enjoyed meals that were unsuited to the harsh north.
Once again, we leave the village where we stayed for the night and head west.
“It seems that the Maitreya Buddhists have even tricked the northern nomads.”
“Huh. Taming those savages? I wonder what kind of trickery you’re using.”
While they were having a conversation that was not appropriate for a merchant, the man at the front shouted urgently.
“The nomads are approaching!”
The bandits came attacking them.
Those who called themselves merchants resisted, boasting outstanding martial arts skills that were not typical of merchants.
Kwajik!
The bandits also boasted martial arts skills that were absurdly high for bandits.
The most fearsome master among them was the bandit leader.
“Try to block my sword!!”
He was an incredible master who swung his large sword and shouted constantly.
Every time he swung his great sword, the bodies of the so-called merchants would often be split in two along with their weapons.
In an instant, the merchants were swept away, and the last survivor looked at the master with a bewildered expression.
“Hahahaha!”
Contrary to his skills that were not typical of bandits, he burst into a maniacal laugh and licked the blood on his cheek, making anyone who saw him look like a bandit leader.
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