Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 393



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 393

Propaganda (1)

“Amitabha.”

When Hyun-am shouted out the curse in a sharp voice, Shaolin abbot and Master Gong-hwan swallowed dry saliva.

But contrary to the two’s worries, Hyun-am had an indifferent expression.

“The timing doesn’t seem right, so there’s nothing I can do, Master.”

“Yes, yes. Your Majesty the Four Hundred.”

When the Shaolin master quickly responded to the sudden call, Hyeonam opened his mouth.

“This old monk will continue his practice of perfection. If you hear news that the demonic cult has invaded the Central Plains, then call this old monk back.”

“I will do so.”

“Amitabha.”

When Hyeon-am, the class leader, recited the Buddhist scriptures, the head of the household and the ambassador Gong-hwan also responded along with the class leader.

“Amitabha.”

“Amitabha.”

Hyunam turned his back without any hesitation and went back to the cave.

And a few days later.

News reached Shaolin that the Demonic Cultists had passed through Gansu and attacked the Huashan and Zhongnan factions in Shaanxi.

The Shaolin abbot and the Buddha went to the cave with tense expressions on their faces.

– Since you’ve already come back, it looks like the demon cult has invaded the Central Plains.

As Hye-Gwang-Sim-eo of Hyeon-Am noticed their approach, a deep and heavy energy wave flowed out from inside the cave.

But the terrifying wave disappeared in an instant, and soon Hyunam appeared outside the cave.

“Amitabha. I have always wondered why the Buddha Shakyamuni does not come to visit me, but it seems he has one thing left to do in this world.”

It was the day when an old monk who had never left Mt. Sungsan for over a hundred years decided to come down the mountain for the first time.

* * *

A few days ago, when Taegeuk Sword Master stopped by Sungsan.

The beggars of openness were also traveling all over the Central Plains, visiting major powers.

Shaolin in Hanam.

Zhuge Shi and the shaman of Hubei.

Volcanoes and Jongnam in Shaanxi.

Cheongseong, Ami, and Dangga of Sacheon.

The fortune teller of Yunnan.

Jinjia and Hainan in Guangdong.

The Hyeongsan faction of Honam.

The Nanggong family of Anhui.

Huang Bo-se of Shandong.

The expansion and opening of Hebei.

Mo Yong-se of Liaoning.

The so-called Gupaebang and the seventeen major powers called the Seven Great Powers.

Among them, the Ami and Tang families of Sacheon had already experienced the destruction of the clan and the destruction of the family. In the case of Shaolin, it was excluded because the Taegeuk Sword Master had come forward.

Furthermore, the beggars of openness did not visit Huashan and Jongnam in Shaanxi either.

It was not because the Cheonmasin Church and its allies were planning to take control of Shaanxi.

Because of their actions in Gansu, neither the Tianma Sect nor the Gaebong nor the shamans wanted an alliance with them.

In addition, the Hwangbo family, who were already in the alliance, the Gaebong family, the Mudang family, and the Jegal family. Finally, even Cheongseong.

In order to visit the remaining seven forces, out of a total of ten, the beggars had to run around until their soles of their feet sweated.

They were already in a state of beggars, but they visited each sect and group in an even more shabby state.

Each force’s response to the beggars who came to reveal the imperial conspiracy and tyranny varied.

Some forces treated the beggars kindly at least on the surface, some forces drew a sharp line, and some forces treated them so harshly that they seemed ready to kill them.

Those who reacted most strongly were the Hyeongsan faction and the Namgung family.

“Huh. Did you think I’d be fooled by those dirty cultists?”

The herdsman of Hyeongsanpa snorted and scolded the beggars.

“Did you think I would forgive those demonic cult bastards who dared to kill the unarmed members of the Great Namgung Family? Get out of here.”

Namgung Jin of the Namgung Se family would crush beggars with a hammer as if he was going to kill them right away.

But Gaebong wasn’t sad about that fact.

Rather, there were some who welcomed this.

At least Namgung and Hyeongsan could now confidently say that they were ‘enemies’ without any hesitation.

The problem was the other five.

This was because all five places responded with something like, ‘I’ll think about it and give you an answer.’

“I can only leave the rest to heaven.”

The beggar who had just left Gwangdongjin-ga muttered to himself and headed north.

It was time for the beggars scattered throughout the Central Plains to gather together for the war that was about to begin.

* * *

When the beggars of the Open were performing lightness exercises with their bare feet torn off, and the main force of the Heavenly Demon Sect was just advancing to Shaanxi.

Ilmok was giving instructions to the Baek family’s three wealthy members.

“From now on, the missionary will start missionary work again, focusing on Gansu.”

Ilmok first looked at Baekwoonhak, who could be called the representative, and opened his mouth.

“Now, even the believers in Gansu know that we are not the Maitreya religion but the Cheonmasin religion. However, there will be those who are shaken by knowing the truth. We need to rekindle the believers’ faith through hymns, plays, and doctrines.”

“Hahaha. If that’s the case, don’t worry about it. I’ve already heard all about the hymns and plays of the Mireukmyungyo. The missionary has already revised those songs and plays to fit our new religion.”

Ichimoku added, nodding with an expression of faith.

“In addition, we need new plays and songs. Plays and songs about the imperial atrocities. But we don’t have to talk about only what they actually did.”

“What does that mean?”

When Baek Woon-hak asked with an expression of incomprehension, Ilmok smiled faintly.

“Isn’t it too common for powerless commoners to be harassed by dirty black thieves or corrupt officials? I’m talking about the royal family behind those black thieves or corrupt officials.”

Baekwoonhak also smiled and answered, seeming to notice something in Ilmok’s words.

“And, let’s end the play with our Cheonmasingyo punishing those evildoers and the royal family. Hehehe.”

“Yes, Master Missionary. It would be better if you made it up by linking it to what they really did.”

The two smiled wickedly, like they were plotting a plot.

“There are some people in Gansu who know that we are the Tianma Sect, but their faith is not shaken. Among them, there are many women who are former courtesans and are talented in dancing and music. I would like to ask you to teach them the song and dance.”

“Hahaha. Trust me and leave it to me! There are also those who came from the missionary camp, so let’s make their songs resonate throughout the Central Plains, starting from Gansu!”

“I will trust you and leave it to you, Lord Missionary!”

Ilmok, who had finished explaining to Baek Woon-hak first, turned his head and looked at Baekcheon.

“Baekcheon Sohyeop, the mission you are given is very, very important.”

“Hahaha. The more important it is, the better, Your Majesty!”

I nodded my head towards him, who was smiling with an expression that said, “I’m so happy I could die.”

“First of all, as soon as I finish explaining, head back to Pyeongnyang-hyeon. We must revive the Arts Center.”

“Trust me and leave it to me!”

As Baekcheon was about to get up and head towards Pyeongryang-hyeon, Ilmok quickly grabbed him.

“I haven’t finished explaining yet! As far as I know, Baekcheon Sohyeop has a very tight grip on the artists of Pyeongryang County.”

“Hahaha. They came here after hearing rumors about the Arts Center. It’s all thanks to you, Confucius.”

“If so, how many of the people in Pyeongryang-hyeon are skilled in poetry, calligraphy, and painting?”

Baekcheon seemed to be gathering his thoughts for a moment and then answered.

“There were at least fifty of them when I was still in Pyeongnyang-hyeon, but we will have to go and see how many of them are still there.”

Ichimoku nodded with a slightly regretful expression and opened his mouth.

“When you return to Pyeongryang-hyeon, tell those who are skilled in poetry, calligraphy, and painting about the imperial plot. Tell them to write and draw about their plot and evil deeds. Tell them that I will give a reward to anyone who creates particularly outstanding calligraphy and paintings that touch the heart.”

“Are you talking about pictures and texts? Oh. Do you need pictures and texts to boost the morale of the battlefield?”

Ilmok shook his head at Baekcheon’s question.

“These are not items to be used on the battlefield. These are drawings and texts that need to be scattered throughout the world, not on the battlefield.”

A propaganda technique that Ichimoku recalled through memories from his past life.

It was used during World War II and the Cold War, and above all, it is something that everyone in modern Korea who is a little older knows.

These were war propaganda leaflets and posters, also known as leaflets.

“… You want to spread it throughout the Central Plains? Is that possible?”

When Baek Woon-hak, who was listening from the side, asked a question, Ilmok nodded with a rather serious expression.

In this world where even printing technology had not yet been developed, there was always a corner of the world that believed in the idea of ​​distributing propaganda leaflets.

“Of course, it would be impossible with just those fifty or so painters and poets. No, there would certainly be many who would turn away out of fear because it would be a disgrace to the royal family. However, even if just ten of them came forward, it would be enough.”

“How can you create a slogan that will be spread throughout the Central Plains with just ten people?”

“The text they will write and the pictures they will draw are just samples. At least, wouldn’t someone who can read be able to copy and paste the text they write?”

Only then did Baek Woon-hak realize something and shout.

“The same goes for drawing! If someone has even a little bit of talent for drawing, just show them the sample and have them draw it!”

“You got it right, Master Missionary. It may be difficult to create a new masterpiece, but it’s not that hard to imitate something that already exists.”

There must have been some people in the Cheonmasingyo who had talent for painting, and there must have been many women from the Yegi clan who had talent for painting as well.

The corner that Ilmok believed in was the countless population of the Central Plains.

‘We can’t be the only ones to suffer the Chinese army’s human wave tactics.’

Of course, compared to modern times, the population was quite small due to the poor environment, but it was still a huge number.

There was only one problem: labor costs.

“That is why the role of the missionary is all the more important. The believers’ faith must be encouraged, but wouldn’t they participate more actively in this work and make leaflets?”

Labor costs were not an important issue for the pseudo-intellectuals.

Unity through faith. This alone was enough.

It was not a complacent attitude.

“Also, it would be better to leave the work to women, the elderly, and children, in order to help those who have difficulty making a living through farming or other work. Of course, they should be paid a minimum wage for making leaflets.”

Faith lasts only for a day or two, but if you let it continue like that for months or years, it could lead to an internal uprising.

‘Capitalism is a cold law. Of course.’

Thanks to his memories from his previous life, Ichimoku, unlike other fanatics, knew this fact very well.

“… If we have to make leaflets to distribute throughout the Central Plains, there must be a lot of them. Is it really possible to give them all a salary?”

“Yes, Master Ilmok. Even though the head of the missionary organization, Buwonju, is making money by operating the Cheonmyeong Group, he will be severely lacking in money to prepare military supplies and war supplies.”

At Baekcheon and Baekunhak’s remark, Ilmok smiled once again.

From the beginning, Ilmok did not plan based on the religious beliefs of the cult.

“There is plenty of money. It is in the treasuries of the local officials.”

“!!!”

“Who among the officials who worked under the imperial family, who were only interested in power, would be more than a few corrupt? Also, we plan to take over Gansu, Shaanxi, and Hubei from now on. We plan to use some of the money we earn by robbing the officials of the three provinces for military supplies, and some of it to pay for the civilians who help us.”

I just had the mindset that I would just pay it back.