Episode 174 Jeong
Gwang also only sent a faint hostility towards Jin Cheon-hee and did not object in particular.
“….”
Jang Mun-in sighed in relief.
‘In any case, joining hands with So Baek-ryong will be of great benefit to the shaman. Does Jeong-gwang also know that?’
Even though he was using Hwaju’s Pavilion as his main palace, he was not a long-time scholar who did not know the power of Baekrin’s Pavilion.
Even though Myeong-gil Jin-in handled things in an eccentric way, in some ways it was a very good move.
‘But… do you have to make me clean up after myself like this… Sa-suk…’
I’m crying.
Jang Mun-in spoke, forcing himself to gather his rotten insides.
“Then I understand.”
The meeting is over.
Jin Cheonhee thought.
‘I’m a lay disciple… I have no obligations and only take care of my rights, so it’s a very good situation for me…’ Anyway,
since I learned some of the cancer techniques from a blood teacher, I don’t have much resistance.
Moreover, the Taijiquan shown by the shaman Gwonje was not just Taijiquan.
Just as Jin Cheon-hee’s Samjae Sword Technique is not a simple Samjae Sword Technique.
‘I don’t know if Master will understand.’
It is unknown whether he will be convinced with mercy or whether he will draw his sword and run all the way here and fight with the shaman Kwon Je to determine who is the true teacher.
“….”
Jin Cheon-hee thought, looking at the sky of Wudang Mountain, where it was already night.
‘I’ll… try to do something… so that it can be resolved… peacefully…. If that doesn’t work… I can at least set it up before the meeting so that even emergency injuries can be treated in advance….
‘ Something crazy like two great masters fighting over one disciple would never happen.
Jin Cheon-hee calmed herself down, thinking that she had overextended herself and that was a crazy hypothesis.
‘Still, let’s postpone it until we hear back from Master.’
It was an atmosphere where he couldn’t speak, so he kept quiet, but laughing and crushing it was Jin Cheon-hee’s specialty.
Even in Ui-guk, there was no one who could stop Jin Cheon-hee if he decided to crush it.
That crazy skill was activated in Wulin.
* * *
What a haunting place. In deep darkness.
A voice rang out. An unpleasant voice, as if fingernails were scratching metal, asked:
[Do you accept the way of blood vessels?]
A sound that seems to come from the head rather than from the throat. Someone was standing in front of him.
“If I could get my arm back… I would do anything.”
[Would you accept it?]
“I will accept it.”
[May the Tao of Blood Line be with you.]
The owner of the voice in the darkness has disappeared. And what was left in that place was a Buddha statue with its head cut off and a concentrate.
What was placed in front of Jeong Gwang was a single ring as red as blood.
Strangely enough, Danhwan wriggled and pulsated on its own, almost like a living creature.
Jeong Gwang looked at it with sad eyes and said.
“It’s you, the death penalty and Sasuk, who made me like this.”
Jeong Gwang thought.
They say the shaman is rotten. It’s time for a change.
Even though they were Taoists, they said that they were not Taoists because they did not give the divine power of Yang to the end to those who lost their arms.
“You are truly merciless, even though you know my pain. “Is that Sobaekryong brat much more serious than me, who devoted myself to becoming a shaman?”
Jeong Gwang gritted his teeth in frustration.
Tears flowed from his eyes.
The wicked did not know that he was a wicked man. Jeong Gwang just felt pitiful and pitiful.
“I didn’t want to do this either. What is the deceased’s will that does not allow me to perform Yang’s divine service? “If this is a shaman… if this is a Tao…”
He swallowed the red pill left behind by the blood missionary. Grinding my teeth
,
I accept it. The energy and blood in my entire body began to boil in an instant.
“Ugh… blood line… blood line…!”
He blamed the shaman with a venomous face.
He resented the rotten Taoists who did not even give his good self the chance to use the divine skill of Yang until the very end.
In that case, I will follow the path of good blood.
“Kaaaaak!”
Jeong Gwang risked his life.
* * *
The ashes were handed over and Yang Ui Shin-gong was also handed over.
The annotation was also returned.
I even met Cheonwoo, who had grown enormously, and completed all my objectives.
No, I thought it was finished.
‘Society disciple… what is it?’
First, Jin Cheon-hee sent a 12-page letter to her teacher containing her thoughts on the current situation. And I sent it with gifts and everything.
[You don’t know how touched this student was when he found out about the relationship between his teacher and the shaman Kwon Je-nim.]
In any case, shouldn’t the anger subside?
Regardless of whether it is Jeongpa, Sapa, or Magyo, Eunwon is important as long as it is rooted in the martial arts.
I think I will be able to stop Master’s rampage, but I am not 100% sure.
His Majesty the King, his Majesty, is a bloodless old monster, and he secretly coveted a disciple, so he was already very nervous. Who would have thought that he would bring his old benevolence and act as a co-leader and hit the ground running like roasting beans in the heat of lightning?
‘Gwonje is a person who goes beyond the common sense of the world. ‘Hehehe.’
Jang Moon-in spoke with a face that looked as if it would fly away when the wind blew.
The world calls him ‘crazy’, but he can’t bear to say that to Sasuk himself.
It would be the virtue of a long writer to express himself as nicely as possible.
‘….’
It’s better to prepare everything you can.
Jin Cheon-hee thought as hard as she could until she received Master’s reply.
‘Distribution is also important here. Even though he is a lay disciple, if he is a disciple of Gwonje Myeonggil Jinin, he will be at the level of an elder of each sect….’
How should I treat him?
Modern people have not turned their heads to Confucianism.
No matter what, I didn’t want to speak informally to people who were as old as my grandfather.
At that time, Cheonwoo came into the room where Jin Cheonhee was staying.
“brother.”
“It’s raining.”
She was wearing a dark silk long robe and her hair was tied back more neatly than before.
His sharp jawline was particularly prominent, and with the eyepatch on, he looked like a madhu from a Sapa faction, not from a prestigious political sect.
Cheonwoo smiled at his brother.
However, perhaps because of the unique atmosphere, it was a smile that seemed to cut people off.
Jin Cheon-hee looked at Cheon-woo and thought, ‘He’s a good kid despite his appearance. ‘He’s a good kid.’ I used self-hypnosis.
“What’s going on, Cheonwoo?”
“I am planning to hold a ceremony to accept my older brother as a lay disciple. “Taesasukjo told us to prepare in advance.”
“already? “So quickly?”
“yes. To borrow the words of Taesasukjo… we need to end this quickly before the Baekrin Eui-seon comes and causes trouble. “Even though I gave him a lot of love, I don’t know what he might do if I turn my back…”
“Did you say it was a riot?”
“no. To be exact… dog… s… d….”
“I see… I see.”
The older the warrior, the more likely there is no one who does not know the personality of the teacher.
Jin Cheonhee thought.
‘I guess I should press the acupuncture points in advance that cause acute stomach upset.’
Cheonwoo, unaware of his brother’s madness, continued.
“Taesasukjo said that he also wants to teach it himself.”
“wow! “Isn’t that really amazing?”
“It’s all thanks to my brother.”
Cheonwoo smiled brightly. That smile made a person’s liver tremble, but to Jin Cheon-hee, who had completed self-hypnosis, it seemed like the innocent smile of a child.
Cheonwoo said.
“You don’t know how happy I am to have you as an alumnus of mine. In fact, I wonder if it’s a dream.”
“Even though it’s a joint transfer.”
“yes. Even if we are joint graduates, the fact that we are alumni does not change.”
“Ugh…”
It was a good thing. Since Cheonwoo had already received the title, he wanted to ascend to a higher place. For that purpose, Jin Cheon-hee also planned to help as much as possible.
If he is a direct disciple of Emperor Kwon, Cheonwoo’s future is truly solid.
There was nothing better for Jin Cheon-hee.
“If I leave here, it doesn’t mean that your direct discipleship will be canceled too, right?”
“It’s unconditionally advantageous to my brother, so is there a need for that?”
“That’s right.”
“Besides, you’re not a hostage and that’s not how things are handled.”
Jin Cheon-hee scratched her head.
“okay. Then I understand.”
Suddenly, Jin Cheonhee realized that Cheonwoo was a little stiff.
“Are you scared?”
“yes. “I’m afraid that the Emperor will be disappointed in me.”
“That won’t happen.”
Jin Cheon-hee patted Cheon-woo, who had become a priest, on the back.
‘I will protect you. Cheonwoo.’
Jin Cheon-hee firmly decided that he should pave the way for him as his older brother.
* * *
The ceremony was to be held at the Geumjeon Temple.
The Golden Temple was the conduit of the highest peak and often hosted these ceremonies.
The shaman closed the temple for a while to prepare for the ceremony without accepting outsiders.
Even though it was done informally, there had to be no shortage. Jang Mun-in prepared for the ceremony with himself, the elders, and the monks.
Looking at that scene, Jin Cheonhee thought.
‘In the new martial arts world, joint battles are not common, but I got to do that.’
There have been quite a few cases in martial arts where the main character uses martial arts from various schools, but this form of taking them as common warriors and learning them formally through rituals is a development that is rarely seen in martial arts these days.
As an enthusiast, it was exciting, and thinking about my teacher, I wondered if it was okay to do this.
Jin Cheon-hee first suppressed the stomachache and rolled on the floor to buy time.
How much did it crush like that?
In the morning, a letter arrived in the car where Jin-in Myeong-gil and Mun-in Jang came to check on Jin Cheon-hee’s condition.
One letter was delivered to both Jin Cheon-hee and Myeong-gil Jin-in.
Jinin Myeong-gil burst into laughter as soon as he received the letter.
It probably seemed like an unusual piece of writing.
Jang Mun-in, who read it next to him, looked at Myeong-gil Jin-in, then at Mt. Wudang, and then at his own feet, with an expression as if he were about to hang himself.
Then, my legs seemed to have lost their strength and I sat down.
Jang Mun-in’s bloodless face looked like a corpse. Jang Mun-in lost his temper and muttered.
“Sa-suk… no… why are you asking me… what to do with the cleanup…”
The letter that came to Jin Cheon-hee was something I could never have imagined.
[This happens because our Hee is so kind to people… Learn everything you can from what has already become like this. If anything can save your life, this teacher will be happy.]
I thought he would be angry, but I never dreamed that I would receive a letter of warm support.
‘Since Master has given permission, I won’t delay it any longer, but…’
Jin Cheon-hee scratched his head.
‘Then what kind of letter did Myeong-gil Jin-in receive… and why did Jang Mun-in lose his leg?’
Could it be that Master sent such a warm letter to Myeong-gil Jin-in that he was so moved that Jang Mun-in collapsed?
“….”
“Well then, since the panacea has arrived, let’s begin the ritual.”
Jin-in Myeong-gil said with a light smile and stood up.
I knew at least that the Buddhist disciple who followed the Baekrin line was cheating. But even though I knew it, I had no idea what to do, so it was difficult.
The congressman’s deliberate and deliberate trickery was so great that if he were to find fault with him, he would easily be accused of being a thief and a disciple worth noting the blood and tears of the world.
‘This is the kind of situation where you have no choice but to be deceived even though you know it.’
I thought that if I pushed hard, I would give up, but I never imagined that I would make up my mind and keep going until I received a reply from my teacher.
‘Hehehe, So Baekryong, you poisonous bastard.’
