Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 428



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 428

Old people don’t die (3)

Immediately after the Lord of Dohwa took care of the last of the Geumuiwi.

Jjang.

An Hoe-sang, the head of the An clan, approached him, leaning on a cane.

“Thank you for your hard work, Lord Dohwa.”

“Your Majesty, you have suffered greatly.”

The Dohwaryungju looked at the spirit of the staff that was shaking subtly even at this moment.

Even though all the intruders were killed, An Hui-sang still maintained his formation.

This formation was intended to keep intruders at bay, but it was also intended to prepare for emergencies.

That was to prepare for the time when the veterans of Dohwaryeong, who had dealt with the enemy, would again become dementia-stricken and run wild.

Because there was a risk that if it ran far away, an unfortunate incident would occur where it would hit a house.

“Now that we’ve dealt with all the intruders, how about we head back to Dohwaryeong?”

To An Hui-sang’s question, Do Hwa-ryeong-ju shook his head.

“Invaders may appear again, so I will wait until the war is over.”

“one….”

An Hui-sang looked at the elderly people all over the battlefield, his voice trailing off.

I wasn’t worried that they would go crazy with dementia and make a big mistake.

Because the emotion in his eyes was more regret than worry.

In fact, the countermeasures to stop the rampage of the Dohwaryeong elders did not end with the formation deployed by the head of the An Hoe-sang family.

All the elders, except for Dohwaryungju, had seals carved into their bodies.

Instead of leaving Dohwaryeong, it was a place to subdue any abnormal symptoms.

Additionally, several shamans from the An clan, who had come with the head of the household, An Hoe-sang, were riding in the carriage that the old people were riding in.

The amulets these sorcerers carried were connected to the seals engraved on the bodies of the old people, so they could subdue them at any time by inflicting pain close to torture.

It was a countermeasure that seemed almost like a method to enslave people.

It was a cruel thing to do to those who had spent their entire lives serving the new religion and had forgotten who they were.

That is why Inhoesang suggested that they return to Dohwaryungju.

Because I wanted to get rid of the people and enjoy a peaceful old age there.

As if she knew An Hui-sang’s feelings, Do Hwa-ryeong-ju smiled gently and opened her mouth.

“Haha. Don’t worry about it. We’re all doing this because we want to.”

This was true.

In the first place, the seals carved into the bodies of the elderly were not forcibly drawn by the An family.

When preparing for the first full-scale war with the Central Plains.

Ilmok made a suggestion while trying to stop Wei Jin-hak, who had brought out all of the troops of the Cheonmasingyo.

For the future, such as the Magic Hall or the Kyomagak, we must leave behind a minimum number of people to operate each organization.

During the process, there was discussion about the minimum number of troops to protect the headquarters and Xinjiang.

What came to mind was the An family’s formation. And the existence of the old masters resting at Dohwaryeong.

However, it was not an order to forcibly drag the elderly people around with marks carved on their bodies.

What Ilmok had in mind was to increase the size of the formation laid out in Dohwaryeong and make all the enemy troops who entered Cheonmandaesan flow towards Dohwaryeong.

It was a task of such an absurd scale that Ahn Hoe-sang wondered if Ilmok was trying to work himself to death from overwork.

Anyway, to discuss this issue, An Hoe-sang went to Dohwa-ryeong and talked to the Dohwa-ryeong lord.

And in return, the Lord of Dohwa made this suggestion.

– If we do that, we will only be able to protect the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, so won’t the living beings in Xinjiang be in danger? It would be better if you send us out.

Of course, An Hui-sang refused. To release twenty dementia-stricken, top-class masters into the world? It couldn’t be anything but crazy.

– If that’s the case, then don’t worry about it. Just like Son Oh-gong’s Geumgo-ah, why don’t you just put a gold seal on those here?

While An Hoe-sang was recalling the day he had carved seals on the bodies of the elderly, Do-hwa-ryeong-ju took a step and headed somewhere on the battlefield.

There, an old man covered in blood was lying there.

Even though the elders of Dohwaryeong were all masters who had escaped the extremes of magic, the Geumuiwi were also all masters who had reached the peak of their power. Furthermore, while the elders were only about twenty in number, the Geumuiwi were as many as a hundred.

Naturally, there were bound to be some among the elderly who died or were seriously injured.

“Your Majesty… .”

As the Dohwaryungju approached, the old man who had fallen called out to him in a soft voice.

Even though he was on the verge of death, strangely enough, the old man’s eyes still had a clear light.

It wasn’t the clouded eyes of someone suffering from dementia. Perhaps, it was a kind of retrograde reflection.

“Is the new religion… in danger?”

The old man thought.

They wondered if the fact that they, who should be at Dohwaryeong, were fighting here meant that the new religion was so dangerous that they had to step forward.

To that question, Dohwaryungju shook his head.

“It’s the opposite. Our new religion is waging war to return to the Central Plains. Those guys are hunting dogs sent by the imperial family to make our new religion’s warriors return to Xinjiang.”

“Hahahaha.”

At the explanation of the Taoist monk, the old man burst into laughter with a face as if he were about to die.

“Coolook.”

Then, right after he finally coughed up blood, the old man looked at the Taoist monk and asked.

“If that happens, this old man will have done something great for the new religion.”

“That is indeed so.”

At Dohwaryungju’s answer, the old man raised the corners of his lips and said.

“I am truly happy, but also truly sad. I have to close my eyes without seeing the new religion return to the Central Plains.”

“… I will be able to see you in the sky. Together with those who have gone before.”

“Hehehe… Lord, please come slowly. Be sure to see it with your own eyes. Come and tell me about that joy.”

With those words, the old man closed his eyes, still with a smile on his lips.

“… … .”

Dohwaryungju, who was looking down at the old man with a serious expression, took a step forward.

Like that old man, I searched for the bodies of the old men who were dying or had already died in battle.

While Dohwaryungju was having his last conversation with the elderly people and seeing them off on their way.

The shamans in the carriage came out to the battlefield and began to care for the elderly who were not seriously injured.

Immediately after the cleanup was somehow finished, Dohwaryungju spoke to An Hoesang.

“I think it’s okay to put away the formation now.”

Immediately after Ahn Hoe-sang nodded and took back his formation.

The Taoist monk opened his mouth.

“Gaju, forgetting is truly a scary thing. It’s scary to forget who I am, but what’s scarier is to have others forget me.”

Dohwaryungju looked at the corpses of the elderly people that the Ansegae clan’s sorcerers had begun to retrieve and spoke.

“The heavenly demons of the past generations who ascended to heaven took pity on us who had served the religion so far and sent us to a beautiful place called Dohwaryeong. We are truly grateful, but we were all afraid.”

“What do you mean by forgotten?”

Dohwaryungju nodded in response to An Hoesang’s question.

“That’s right. I was afraid that our existence would be forgotten in the church. More than anything, I was afraid of becoming someone who had never done anything. I was afraid of living a life where I had forgotten myself without accomplishing anything.”

Their lives were dedicated to practicing magic and practicing the doctrine. Even if they were to spend their old age comfortably in a peaceful place called Dohwaryeong, that peace felt more like a prison to them.

“So, on behalf of everyone here, I would like to express my gratitude to Confucius Ilmok. For giving me the opportunity to serve the religion, even if it was only for the last time in my life. For giving me the opportunity to leave my name, however small, in a chapter of history that is the restoration of the Central Plains.”

If there is a life that no one in the world knows exists, then it is not a life at all.

Even if I were to burn this body to death, if someone could remember my name for the rest of my life, that would be enough.

Those who had forgotten themselves. Those who had been forgotten by everyone. Dohwaryungju, who had been spending time with them, was thinking like this.

“… I will definitely remember this. After the war is over, I will advise the sect leader to gather their names together and hold a memorial service.”

At An Hui-sang’s words, Do Hwa-ryeong-ju smiled faintly.

“It’s a word that makes me feel good just hearing it.”

After the battlefield was completely cleared.

They climbed back into their carriage and set off, leaving behind the battlefield littered with a hundred corpses.

An Hui-sang, who was riding in a carriage with the Lord of the Underworld and looking out at the desolate landscape of Xinjiang, opened his mouth.

“If you are afraid of being forgotten, how about your lord coming out into the world again?”

The Dohwaryungju shook his head without any hesitation.

“Shouldn’t someone stay behind and take care of them?”

In a way, the reason I went to Dohwaryeong with them was to take care of them.

Because it might be the last outing in life, to grant the last wishes of those who had been forgotten and forgotten.

* * *

A few days ago.

Ilmok, who left behind about 30,000 of the 60,000-strong army and led the remaining 30,000 or so to the south, came face to face with the defeated troops.

The masters who led them. Gu Yang-pae, Yeom Ga-hui, and Hwang Bo-ak were fortunately safe. However, more than half of the 7,000 troops they led were either left behind or killed.

It’s because of that very god.

No, rather, it was almost a miracle that half of them survived even after encountering a unit with Shin Seung.

This could be said to be because, in accordance with the military discipline established by Zhuge Liang, an all-out battle was avoided if possible until it was determined whether there were any absolute masters, including Shin Seung, in the enemy forces.

In the midst of a battle that seemed to be taking place for the first time in a while, when Shin Seung couldn’t hold back and ran out, they chose to retreat without a moment’s hesitation.

After collecting the defeated soldiers, Ilmok began to move south again to seek revenge.

After several days of chasing their trail, Ilmok and his 30,000-strong army successfully found them and ambushed them.

But, there was no Shinsung there.

Shinsung had moved to a different location in the past few days.

Meanwhile, the troops led by Zhuge Wen and Wei Jinhe, who had learned that Shin Seung was in the south, attacked other government troops and reported victory.

Then one day.

The divine spirit that had disappeared from the south appeared and inflicted great damage on the troops led by King Geul.

The flow of the local war continued into a fierce battle of wits.

The Cheonmasingyo Alliance could not easily attempt an all-out war because they did not know if there were new monks in the enemy army.

On the other hand, the government forces could not expose the new monks recklessly because if they did, great damage could be caused to the side without the new monks.

“Shin Seung. If only we could figure out his exact location, we could finish him off with a joint attack.”

Ichimoku sighed deeply with a frustrated expression on his face.

While the fierce battle of wits continued, the friendly forces’ casualties were piling up. Of course, the enemy forces’ casualties were also piling up.

In order to check each other’s strength, skirmishes between ordinary soldiers and low-ranking unmanned personnel were common.

At a time when I was lost in complicated thoughts.

Jin Ha-yeon’s voice was heard from outside the pavilion.

“Left-handed, the King of Fighting has arrived.”

Ilmok tilted his head at the sudden remark.

The nickname “Two-Wang” was quite famous.

The expression “Twelve Heavenly Masters” refers to the twelve masters of the Central Plains.

With the deaths of Mengju Cheokpaemyeong, Dowang, Peng Muyeol, and Maehwageomseon, it was difficult to call them the Twelve Heavenly Lords, but in any case, Towang was one of the Twelve Heavenly Lords.

He was also the only person in the Central Plains where the political faction was strong who declared himself a political vassal, and the only man who did not belong to a specific faction and moved on his own, like a ronin.

The only thing that was puzzling was why such a tyrant had suddenly come here.