Episode 450: The Return of the Light Demon.
“We’ll be leaving now.”
The bald master who finished eating first approached. Actually, I tried to escape from the Murim Alliance first, but the bald master definitely has similar tendencies to me.
A personality that absolutely hates clutter.
The bald master and the eighteen arhats looked at me.
In fact, neither in my past life nor in this life have I ever called my teacher Master. I thought that if we broke up like this, it would be difficult to meet again for a while, so I got up and spoke in a calm tone.
“Take a look. “Master.”
The bald man answered the word Master.
“Wenju, I didn’t teach you anything, so what kind of master are you?”
I looked at Gwangseung blankly.
“I learned a lot. “Those 18 bald Arhats are priests, so the monk is my master.”
Is there such a lame excuse?
But Gwangseung just laughed it off because I was usually the lame one.
“If you move too quickly, your skill in spelling is sky-high, you may step on a swarm of passing ants, so sometimes walk slowly and check what flower you are passing.”
I answered right away because it was appropriate advice.
“All right.”
“The reunion will be held at Seongsan.”
Gwangseung glanced at the eighteen Arhats and said briefly.
“let’s go.”
Yeonguksa Temple, who taught me many things during my visit, opened his mouth.
“Will you now call Lord Munnim Lord Maeng? Or should we call it the ambassador type?”
I made eye contact with Yeonguksa and then answered.
“From now on, let’s call it Grand Brother.”
Yeonguksa was polite to me.
“see you again. Ambassador type.”
“good. Shiny bald heads.”
The bald heads, who seemed to be a formidable force in Songshan, left at the same time as they radiated light.
I told my brothers.
“Let’s go too.”
Now that I was thinking of leaving, I looked around for a moment and made eye contact with Mengju Lim.
Lim Sobaek asked.
“Where is Munju’s next journey?”
“I went to the volcano and returned to Ilyang County.”
Lim Sobaek smiled slightly.
“Then I will go to Ilyang County later and we will meet again there. “Let’s take a look.”
“older brother.”
“huh.”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“You had more trouble… Let’s take a look at Sword Demon and Yukhap as well.”
The demon, knowing that the master was leaving soon, approached and showed courtesy. The Sword Demon spoke briefly as if there was no need to nag his student who would become the Murim Lord.
“See you again.”
“Yes, Master.”
The three of us left the Murim Alliance without speaking to anyone else. On the way out, I looked for a white-robed student for a moment, but I couldn’t see him either.
The three of us talked about various things as we walked, and the demon came up with this.
“If the White Coat surprises me, will the Fourth be able to stop it?”
The eldest brother instead asked me.
“You know best. “It seems like Mongrang’s level has improved as well. What do you think?”
“The level has also risen. Now, the guard will also be there, so it’s difficult for White Coat’s surprise attack to work. “Unless you let your guard down.”
The Sword Demon spoke quietly.
“The white coat really has a sinister side to the end. “You were infiltrating in disguise?”
“You must understand that you are a person who is not invited. “It’s difficult to even try to stop a master like that.”
You probably came here because you were curious.
After stopping, I turned to the left, where nothing was visible, and spoke in a voice full of energy.
“See you again, comrade in white.” “Say hello to senior Cheonak.”
The voice of a white-robed student was heard from quite a distance away.
“Everyone, please take a look.”
“Can’t you say hello like that while looking at the face?”
“Well, we’re not that close friends, are we?”
“Of course.”
I looked at my eldest brother.
“How is Yoran?”
“What is it? Water lilies?”
I shook my head.
“No, you’re not suffering from the chill yet, are you? “I think it will take a few more years.”
The eldest brother looked surprised.
“Ah, even so, when the open ark came, I pointed out Yoran’s condition. “He told me to come see him later if he gets sick of the cold.”
“It seems even senior Shingae can’t predict the timing.”
“I guess it’s because I’m growing.”
I nodded and then looked at the sword demon and demon demon.
“I guess I should come back quickly. I’ll go to Hwasan and return to Ilyang County, so see you later. “The eldest brother is the second.”
This is farewell.
Anyway, we are men who have a place to return to, so we can meet again in Ilyanghyeon at any time.
The demon said.
“I’m making money in the Jongnam area. Take a look.”
The eldest brother also nodded.
“Go first. “There is a long way to go.”
“See you again.”
…As always, I went my own way.
The reason why Illyang-hyeon was chosen as the return point was because of Yorani. I can’t help but wonder if I learned the fourth ice ball too early.
Since my eldest brother seemed difficult to treat, I thought it would be right for me to wait and prepare with Geukyang’s inner strength.
As I made a plan, my steps became faster and faster.
Gwangseung will be heading to Seongsan, Gwima will be heading to Jongnam, and the eldest brother will be heading to Ilyang County, but I will be the fastest.
That’s because my steps are no longer like those of a steel tortoise.
The Chukji method of the ancient hermits would be similar to my current Gyeonggong. This is what I think about Chukjibeop. The reason why the term “Chukjibeop” remained as an oral tradition is because there actually was a Chukjibeop. This means that immortals that cannot be found today existed in the past.
If we look at the history of martial arts based on this.
Martial arts will become weaker as time passes.
Just as immortals disappeared, it is obvious that Kang Ho-in will disappear someday. Of course, I don’t know whether it will be in a thousand years or two thousand years.
If martial arts is going to weaken and disappear anyway.
The right direction is to let your mind take over.
This is because martial arts becomes nothing as time passes. So, in the end, isn’t the saying that a charlatan is the strongest not a saying that was commonly used in my era, but a saying that applies to an era where martial arts have disappeared?
Lost in these thoughts.
I focused all of Ilshin’s martial arts skills on light attacks.
We passed through an entire mountain and a fairly wide river as if we were crossing a clothesline.
For a moment, no flowers were visible.
When crossing a river that was impossible to pass by, I stepped on a ferry boat and took off.
Could this be the old Chukji method?
When I suddenly noticed the familiar terrain and the flower path I had seen before, I slowed down and walked slowly.
As expected, a guest cup belonging to Haomun appeared.
Yeonhong Guest Cup.
I deliberately sat outside and watched people passing by, and occasionally looked inside the guesthouse. Only then did the boy who was wiping the table inside notice me and approached me, sticking a towel in his waist.
“What can I give you…”
The boy’s expression suddenly changed and he blinked before continuing.
“Lord Moon?”
“A long time. “What about military officers?”
The boy answered in a confident tone.
“I was fired.”
“why?”
“Because we fight often.”
“Why did we fight?”
“There is too much territoriality. “I keep ignoring you because I’m Jeomso.”
“I see. I didn’t have high expectations. “Let’s place an order.”
Yeonhong appeared from behind and asked me.
“Lord Moon, what should I prepare?”
“Just like then.”
“Noodles, tangchoricheok, and tougangju.” Right?”
The boy said while looking at Yeonhong.
“I’ll have a word with Moonju. “Get ready.”
The boy naturally sat down across from me and sighed.
“Lord Moon.”
“Why are you calling me so anxiously?”
“Recently, the relationship between the President of the Political Party and the Ministry of Yang has become very difficult.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
“Why wouldn’t it matter? The uninhabited island belonging to Jeonghyeopmun is also a guest here, and the uninhabited island belonging to Yanguimun is also a guest here. I was worried that all the cups would break, but it really wouldn’t be strange if someone stabbed me while eating. “I should have learned more martial arts…”
The boy glanced inside the guesthouse and whispered softly.
“Strangely, because of you, the guys here are more proud. You know how it feels, right? It sets all kinds of moods here. I don’t think my sister will like me if I set the mood like that. “Not those pathetic bastards.”
The boy jumped up and bowed his head towards the approaching group of customers.
“welcome!”
Three guests were sitting around a table, and when I glanced at them, I saw the word “Jeonghyeop (正俠)” written on their backs. By name alone, they are a group of charlatans who have no rival in the world, but is it normal for them to just come to a guesthouse and set the mood?
If this were the case, I thought Yanguimun would come soon.
Before long, three men dressed in identical attire walked straight toward the Yeonhong guesthouse and stood in front of me, looking down at me.
One guy told me.
“Could you please save me a seat? “Because it’s where I always sit.”
“hmm.”
How on earth should I react to this? The boy stood up hesitantly and spoke to the warriors at Yanguimun Gate.
“Because you were the first guest to sit down. He is quite famous in Gangho, so I would like to ask for your understanding today. sorry.”
“He’s quite famous in Gangho? Who is this? Let’s just say it in full name. “I am the divine mural at Yanguimun Gate.”
“Kang Heon-so of Yanguimun Gate.”
“I will be Ha Gil-jae of Yanguimun Gate.”
I nodded a few times and answered without thinking.
“Haomunju, Lijaha.”
Shin Murakhwa sighed and dug his fingers into his ears.
“I guess so. I’m sure you’ll give it a try. “Nothing like cancer.”
The divine muralist said while looking at the other two people.
“It’s Lord Hao Wen. “Priests, let’s sit in different seats today.”
“That’s right. “I wouldn’t dare take Hao Wenjue’s place.”
“Please go to the corner over there.”
I looked at the boy blankly as the three people walked away, barking bullshit.
“Who was pretending to be me? “Why is the reaction like this?”
The boy answered.
“Every time a fight broke out or there was a commotion here, I stopped them by telling them that Yeonhong Gaekjan belonged to Hao Mun. Each time, the commotion subsided a little… but not everyone seemed to believe it. “Is there an atmosphere where we can just move on because of Moonju’s reputation?”
“I see.”
A boy was called from the Jeonghyeopmun Gate.
“Take my order. “What are you doing?”
“Oh yeah.”
As soon as the boy went to the warriors at the Jeonghyeopmun Gate, he bowed his head again. As soon as Jeonghyeopmun’s order was received, Yanguimun also called the boy.
“Take orders here too!”
“Yes, I’m going.”
Suddenly this thought occurred to me.
How on earth did I survive such a miserable life?
It was still difficult to make money, it was difficult to keep a guest house, and it seemed difficult for anyone to live sanely.
A world where you can only survive if you hold on to your spirit.
I was lost in thought with my chin resting, and then I looked at the Tougangju Tangchoricuk noodles being placed on the table.
The boy looked at me and smiled awkwardly.
“bon appetite. Lord Moon.”
“Did you make the noodles again?”
“no. “My sister did it.”
“I’m glad.”
I picked up a piece of tangchori chuck with chopsticks, put it in my mouth, and chewed it while looking at the Jeonghyeopmun Yanguimun.
The two forces were already engaged in a snowball fight, occasionally looking at opposite sides. I know this because I have experienced this a lot, but the stages of men’s fights are very simple.
Snowball fights, arguing, doing our own business.
A snowball fight, an argument, a real fight.
It’s one of two things.
Anyway, the noodles were definitely better than anything I’ve had before.
I looked at it while eating noodles.
Apparently, there was one man at Jeonghyeopmun who liked Yeonhong, and at Yanguimun there seemed to be a man who had his sights on Yeonhong.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for the warriors of the two forces to come and target us like this.
The boy was busy delivering food, and smoke was still rising from the kitchen.
In my opinion, the boy couldn’t run out to Gangho because of his sister.
The older sister seemed to be working hard at cooking food, ignoring all the men’s advances, in order to feed her younger brother.
Of course, it was like that before.
After drinking a glass of Dugangju, I stared at the sign for Yeonhong Gaekjan.
Perhaps because it was a sign that would disappear soon, it caught quite a bit of attention.
After a while, Yeonhong approached with a tired look, untied the white string around her forehead, and tied the back of her hair with it.
Yeonhong looked at me and held out the empty glass without saying a word.
I poured some Doogangju there.
Yeonhong lowered his head, then lifted up and filled my empty glass with Dugangju.
We only poured one drink each, but it was no joke, all the guests in the room were looking at this place.
Yeonhong said.
“It’s hard to make a living, Lord Moon.”
Since it was obvious, I just nodded. Then someone from the Jeonghyeopmun side spoke.
“Is that really Hao Wenju? “I can’t believe it.”
Next, Yeonhong’s younger brother untied the white string from his head, joined me, and held out an empty glass.
Meanwhile, someone else said to me.
“Answer me. “I’m not asking if it’s Hao Wen Ju.”
I wasn’t really interested so I looked at Yeonhong and the boy.
“Are you both very tired?”
The siblings answered at the same time.
“yes.”
I looked at the expressions on the two people’s faces and made this recommendation.
“Then, let’s set fire to our guests and go to the volcano together. “I’ll help you get settled there.”
Yeonhong looked at his younger brother.
“Are you going?”
“I want to go. “What about your sister?”
“let’s go.”
As we were conversing, ignoring the people around us, the men from the Jeonghyeopmun and Yang Uimun gathered together and surrounded the three of us as if they had formed an alliance.
“Yeonhong, where are you talking about?”
“You’re going to follow this guy? “Will Song’s death sentence stay still?”
“Song’s execution is not the problem, it’s our Chae’s execution…”
Yeonhong slammed his fist on the table.
“stop!”
Yeonhong said in a trembling tone.
“My younger brother and I… are not slaves. “Everyone, take it in moderation.”
It seemed like fire was burning in his eyes. He looked at me, pursed his lips, and then asked.
“Could you please scold Moonju?”
“That might be a bit difficult.”
“why?”
I looked at Yeonhong and the boy and spoke quietly.
“I felt like I would die if I hit him. Do you want to see six corpses?”
“That’s not it.”
“Then you can’t use your power carelessly.”
I picked up the stew with chopsticks, put it in my mouth, and said to my younger brother while chewing.
“Just go get the money and come out. “Blow it all away.”
“All right.”
He gestured to the warriors around him.
“Stop creating a mood and leave everyone. “Before they grabbed Jeonghyeopmunju and Yanguimunju by their hair and dragged them away.”
Snowball fights, arguments, and snowball fights continued as everyone went about their business.
The boy ran out with one bag in hand.
“I’m ready!”
“Is that all? “It’s simple.”
“yes.”
“Take a good look at the two of you. “It’s time to say goodbye to the guests.”
Yeonhong and the boy turned around and looked at Yeonhong Guest Cup. After making sure that no one was near the guest cup, I held out the chair and threw away the entire guest cup.
There was a guesthouse a little while ago, but now there is none.
I spoke to Yeonhong and the boy.
“Eat all the leftover food. “There is a long way to go.”
Yeonhong and the boy held on to their chopsticks, shedding chicken-like tears, wondering what was so sad about them, and began to eat the remaining tangchorricheok.
I couldn’t help but laugh because it felt like I was seeing myself in the past.
Yeonhong said while crying.
“Why are you smiling?”
“It’s my heart.”
He got up and spoke to the warriors at Jeonghyeopmun and Yanguimun who were standing awkwardly.
“If you two sects hear even one strange rumor in my ears, I will come to you and make you disappear from Gangho like the now-disappeared guest. “Let it go out.”
Six people disappeared without saying a word.
I told my siblings who had emptied all the remaining Dougangju.
“Let’s go to the volcano.”
A brother and sister who ran a guest house so well despite not having any adults were worthy of becoming Hwasan’s disciples.
What I said to the fourth child, let’s compete to see who can play the role of leader better, is not empty talk.
Because I have never failed to keep my word.
My students and I headed to the volcano.
…Kang Ho-in is mostly crazy.
me too.
That’s because I was once a mad demon. Maybe I became a madman because I hated being nice. But when I thought about it again while walking down the street, it was difficult for me to live as a Gwangma anymore.
If you teach your students while still being a madman.
Wouldn’t the disciples also become another Gwangma?
I don’t want my students to live like me. In the first place, it is difficult to achieve the best in the world through individual intelligence or training alone. No matter how excellent a teacher is, becoming the best in the world is a different fate.
So there are no great expectations from the disciples.
Teaching and caring are important, but they do not necessarily have to be the best in the world.
Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but feel bitter while heading to the volcano.
To abandon madness.
That’s because it means that you are now an adult.
Maybe I’ve never wanted to become an adult even for a moment. However, in order to teach his students, he has no choice but to become an adult.
It’s crazy that I have to give up my role as Gwangma because of my student.
If this happens, what will happen to the rest of my life?
There are no enemies.
I also have to imitate a solemn and serious Buddhist monk in Hwasan.
Even a slut would have no choice but to pretend to be an adult if he wanted to become the Murim Lord.
It’s the same for me too.
Now, are the interesting things in my life disappearing one by one?
Isn’t this why the old hermits came to the fore?
Because I have nothing to do and am bored.
How long have I come back and been faced with the moment of letting go of the madness?
It’s sad and sad.
In that sense, I show respect and courtesy to adults like Sobaek.
…As I was walking down the street, my student seemed to have noticed my depressed mood and asked me this.
“By the way, Master Wen is the Lord of Haomen. Do you have any special nickname? “Famous powerhouses all have nicknames.”
I answered while stopping.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
While Yeonhong was looking at the siblings, I repeated my internal conflict about eighteen times and then answered naturally.
“Gwangma (狂魔).”
“yes?”
“It’s Gwangma.”
“Oh, I understand.”
“The younger brother of the former lord, the older brother of the current Murim lord, and the lord of Haomun. The man who defeated the religious leader. The one-man leader of the World Alliance, the third master of Jang Yo-ran, your great master, the fourth disaster that appeared in Kangho, the main form of the bald men, but with intact hair, the main form of the twelve kidneys of the man, and the subject of study by monk Gwanghae’s lay disciples Name Lee Ja-ha Affiliation Hao-moon . A man from Jeomsoy, a master of sickle cutting, a man who is unimpressed by the sight of the sea, the most invincible in the world, more than anything else…” “
Yes.”
I did this and that, but my essence remains the same.
“Gwangma, that’s me.”
…The Return of the Mad Demon is complete.
hello. This is Eugene Seong.
I finished the Gwangma Return, which I had been holding on to for a long time. As I was thinking about how to finish it well, I couldn’t write as long as I wanted. I thought it was more important to finish it well than to make more mistakes.
When I decided to become a writer one day, there was darkness everywhere, but I would like to thank my readers for leading me into the light through that darkness.
This Gwangma Return was very special to me.
Posted by Eugene Seong.
