Episode 638:
Heavenly Deoksaeun (天德師恩)
“Teacher, what is this?”
“hmm? What are you talking about? Hee-ya.”
What Jin Cheon-hee took out was something bloody.
“It’s a slip. Master… no matter how hard I search for this, there is no top.”
This is the guy who took charge of the incinerator and now has a hand in various things of the Zhuge family.
Maybe that’s why they are so busy running around without stopping even for a moment.
‘You probably want to please this teacher.’
This young disciple was always like that.
I wanted to become ‘something’ that would return the favor.
Here, ‘something’ means that if you point it at anything, it will hit roughly.
Whether it’s a swallow, a crow, a magpie, or a cat, it is a being that burns itself while saying, ‘I will repay the favor to humans for saving me.’
That’s just a legend. Why on earth would a guy who has barely even taken off his adult clothes do that?
Even when he was just picked up as a child, he was like this.
Zhugelin sighed slightly and read the slip.
“This… is old.”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee immediately sensed Master’s intention.
“Shall we burn it?”
Since it happened during the Hyeolrin Gwangsal, the intention was to destroy the evidence by burning it.
“Well, you don’t have to. “This is… a long time… some kind of evidence.”
“…?”
Zhugelin suddenly remembered the past.
* * *
“One, two, three, four, five…. You killed so many people. “Oh no.”
The young man with silver hair dragged the body and put it down.
The person looking at such a young man was a man with a vague expression.
Instead of a sword, he had a bunch of amulets hanging around his waist.
“Is this okay?”
“okay. Suffice.”
The future Sado Training Master’s Demon Demon Demon.
The corpses lying at the feet of the alcoholic beverage are hypocrites who in the past called themselves political factions. And they were the ones who participated in the extinction of the Zhuge family.
The Demon Demon looks at Zhugelin, who is still young.
“Is this enough corpses?”
“yes. It could be written as a strong poem. Kid. Creak, creak….”
When the ghost demon waved the bell at the end of his staff once and chanted, the corpses stood up.
“Can you make a jiangshi right away?”
“No, it’s not like that. This is just to get you to follow along. “Jiangshi is much more complicated than this.”
The man who raised a corpse with just a bell and salt laughs it off as if this level of progress is no big deal. Although it is definitely something great.
The man asks again.
“Oh no. But are you okay? “They insulted him while he was alive and insulted him when he was dead.”
At that stage, the amulets were attached one by one.
Zhugelin answered with a cold expression.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“okay. You’re going to die anyway, so what does it matter? “I’ll go to hell and have a feast for the first five days of my life in front of King Yeomna.”
Just like that, the demon demon cursed, not cursed, and dragged the corpses down.
And what was held in Jegalin’s hand was a note with an enormous amount of money.
It was enough money for three generations to play and eat for the rest of their lives.
“Cough.”
At that moment, black blood came up from my throat.
No matter how much you cough, the disease will not get better. It just hurts more.
“Cluck, cluck, cluck!”
The nine syllable veins were truly hellish.
Zhugelin goes to a corner and curls up.
The young man takes out a needle from his bag and presses the acupuncture point.
“Cough…cough…”
The coughing stops. However, my chest is still cold and painful.
I had to hold my breath for a long time because of the excruciating pain, as if someone was chopping me with an axe.
The young man felt death at every moment.
From the coughing sounds to the bloody slips.
“It’s alive. “He’s still alive…”
The young man thought he was glad there was pain.
I read all the ledgers and secret letters written in code and put them in my head. There was no need to use the Hyeonwonjeondanshingong.
Because the young man was what people called a ‘genius.’
Eventually, the young man, who had memorized everything, picked up the candle and swept the table.
Since the floor had already been greased with oil, the flames burned everywhere and burned well.
Young Zegalin looked at it for a while, coughed again, tried to use acupuncture, but when he thought it wouldn’t work, he swallowed the medicine.
The coughing has stopped, but I feel dizzy instead.
-All medicines have side effects. Hyeollina. Are you sure you can withstand this medicine? If you take this medicine, you will have to sleep for a day. Would that be possible if you were running away?
The words of a bloodless old man came to mind.
The stronger the drug, the stronger the side effects.
Zhugelin muttered softly and walked quickly to Jinggong.
Flames were rising behind the young man.
Cracking –
No screams, moans, or wailing can be heard from the burning flames.
This was because there was no one alive.
Death is silent.
Feeling pain and screaming are always life.
The young man feels the urge to jump into this fire and become quiet along with it.
However, I know that it is not easy.
I had to look away from the fire and move my body again.
A bit far away in the mountains.
The young man, who moved quickly without leaving a trace, found the secretly marked place and dug the ground with his bare hands.
When I dig it out with all my heart, the soil is cut away like tofu.
How much was dug?
A cave where a bear could go to rest was revealed.
The young man goes inside.
Then the crypt was closed again to conceal it.
After filling the entrance with dirt again, I felt like it was a good idea.
-The assassins are living like shit. Is that how people live? Are you living as an animal?
When Zhugelin learned this method, he didn’t think much of it.
Isn’t it wrong to live as a human being anyway?
I feel dazed again.
No blood comes out of the throat. As expected, the cough did not come out.
But I’m sleepy. I’m sleepy…
Are the side effects of the medicine starting to occur? If I fall asleep like this, will I be able to wake up again?
I’m not sure.
Jegalin fell asleep, hugging his sword.
* * *
I had a dream.
It was a dream in which the evil deeds committed by the Zhuge family unfolded before my eyes one by one.
Zhugelin knew this was a dream. Faintly the cold sensation of the crypt and the smell of rotting blood.
I felt a dry mouth, but I knew that the medicine was still working.
There was no way to stop it, as if it were being held down by scissors.
Dream caught him and whispered the stories of Zhuge family’s victims one by one.
-Jegal guys are a Sega that artificially creates geniuses. They believe that they can now do police work artificially.
-Do you believe that enlightenment becomes intelligence?
-I believe that even that realization is controlled by the brain. So I heard they were secretly conducting experiments.
-Is it real?
-There is no evidence. However, there was an incident where a small family related to the Zhuge family disappeared without a trace in one day.
-The matriarch said she was also experimenting on her son. Is this true?
-I don’t know that either.
The faceless shadows whispered one word at a time.
-The head of the family is crazy, so we have to act before it gets worse.
-You must not leave a single person behind. Who will help us?
-Everyone wants to help. However, I am afraid to come forward myself.
-But shouldn’t someone put a bell on the cat’s neck?
-Let’s go to the person with the most wealth and wealth.
-Who is that?
At that moment, countless shadows gathered together and whispered one word at a time.
-How can I kill you?
-I want to kill you in the most painful way possible.
-We want to resolve our resentment built up against the Zhuge family.
-The Zhuge family is trying to deceive heaven, deceive humans, and even deceive martial arts.
With each voice, the Zhuge family’s benefactors passed by.
killed a person Participated in bloodshed. As a political faction, he had all the people of Sapa annihilated through a plot.
On the contrary, this time he hid his identity and joined the Four Sects to annihilate the Demonic Cult.
Among these, there are those whose bodies have not been found, and no one knows what happened to them.
So what was my father doing?
Young Zegalin was wandering around looking for the traces.
The process of repaying the resentment that arose after the extinction of the Zhuge Dynasty.
However, the process was also a process of learning about the benefits that the Zhuge family had earned so far.
“Huh…!”
The young man finally wakes up from his dream.
“….”
After taking a deep breath, I forcibly channeled my energy into my cold body to warm it up.
Originally, it was a dangerous Daeju Stream that would lead to a coin attack.
The young man was doing it without hesitation.
A body that will soon be used up anyway.
Because he had given up on living for a long time, he was practicing great magic, akin to magic.
I chewed on Byeokgokdan.
The taste didn’t really matter.
After my mother, brothers, family members, and even my few close friends were all killed, I forgot the taste of food.
There was no salvation in this hell.
What regrets do you have in the meantime?
‘If the research had been faster, would the Zhuge family have survived?’
Research conducted by the father using his own body.
If the body was going to die soon anyway, wouldn’t extinction have been avoided if the research, which could have been artificially brought into the world, was completed?
Feeling a strange sense of guilt, the young man drank water from the bucket and swallowed Byeokgokdan.
Eventually, the young man opened the crypt and came out.
“Is there salvation on this path?”
There won’t be.
“Will there ever come a day when I will realize the taste of food again?”
There won’t be that either.
“Will there ever come a day when we get the answer to why the Zhuge family is like this?”
At that moment, the crow cried.
Zhugelin crumples his face and laughs at the sound that sounds like a scream.
The young man held a crumpled slip.
“Will there ever come a day when I will spend this money?”
I don’t know.
Zhugelin wasn’t sure if the day would come when he would spend such a large amount of money.
On the other hand, the fact that the day of writing this will come means that a decent future will come.
Zhugelin took a deep breath.
‘It’s not easy to suppress your emotions.’
In any case, if your life is terminal, you have no choice but to do everything you can.
But…
Jegalin suddenly took out the leftover Byeokgokdan.
It was hell anyway, but I didn’t know if a hell worse than this existed in the afterlife.
A quiet death tempted him.
Sweet and eternal silence.
Zhugelin suppresses the urge to fall into it right now.
Instead, I just tie my hair so tight that it hurts my scalp.
“Where should we go to destroy today?”
Clues were coming together.
The stories of the dirty Zhuge family and the dirty Jeongsama.
The next move was decided.
“I said it was a fox.”
It may be a symbolic code, but Zhugelin decided to go.
* * *
“Master?”
“…Master…sir?”
The disciple’s voice wakes me from my recollection.
Zhugelin returned from the past to the present in an instant.
There is a disciple in front of you.
This guy made me wonder what it would be like if you made a person out of spring, and the world around him was always full of warmth.
“uh…. “Then what should I do with the slip?”
The disciple rolled his eyes and asked.
He seemed very worried that he may have hurt the enemy, who was probably going to kill him with blood.
This guy was like this.
Even though I have stayed here for this long, I am afraid that I will be kicked out at any time.
Have you ever experienced being kicked out as a child?
Zhugelin had a quick thought.
What he guesses about his student is that this guy came from a very distant place.
And it’s like a fairy world, where you can bring out various technologies that don’t even exist on the Western Continent.
And even there, I don’t have any family.
‘Have you been abandoned twice or three times?’
That is something that Zhuge Lin never said to Jin Tianxi out loud. And it was a story that rarely drew votes.
“Now, if you return this to the Sulje, he will exchange it for real money. “Maybe with one to three times more gold?”
“yes?”
“ha ha ha. “Isn’t this a truly magical story?”
Jegalin deceived and said that this was a magic slip, and Jin Tianxi understood what he said.
“Master. “Is this slip… perhaps the Lord’s weakness?”
“As expected, you noticed that quickly. Hee-ya.”
Gulp –
The teacher enjoyed watching the disciple’s expression turn pale, then bluish, then red.
“I found Sulje’s weakness… no… uh… uh…!?”
A guy who recognized his weaknesses so quickly is not used to these types of plots and plots.
‘He’s essentially a heavenly doctor.’
Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he closed his eyes tightly.
“All right. A large amount of money… I will make sure to get it!”
“If you want something, you can write more. “I will give you that too.”
The disciple responded to the teacher’s recommendation to dare to take advantage of the liquor’s weaknesses and exploit them.
“Oh, I understand. This is also a lesson learned from incinerators! Find the weak point and exploit it!”
Actually, it’s not that grand.
This is what Jegalin does sometimes when he is in a bad mood and wants to act out.
Of course, it was my first time teaching this to a student.
“What do you want?” money? Or a little witchcraft? “If it’s not a big deal, you can get things like secrets from the Apostolic Alliance.”
As if he had finally made up his mind, he spoke in a trembling voice.
“…Can I take a bunch of herbs?”
“hmm?”
“Even so, the herbalists can’t dig up the herbs at the Sapostolic Alliance’s headquarters. A lot! “Put it tightly in a large colander!”
“….”
At those words, Zhuge Lin stopped laughing and covered his face with a fan.
“Is it true? “Is that okay?”
“This is something that money can’t buy. “Master!”
“okay. Then write it down.”
Jegalin thought as he answered.
As expected, priest designation is the only thing in Gangho.
This is a place where children and parents stab each other and brothers fight.
Everything other than priest designation is just an illusion.
In that sense, Jegalin caught the substance at the end of hell.
And the entity spoke.
“…If I ask you to hand over another colander, will you do so?”
The strangest and warmest thing in the world.
Maybe that’s why it was the only treasure that Zhugelin could never tire of.
“Ah, Master. And… it’s a new work. Please try it and tell me honestly.”
And what I put down were refreshments printed in a grid pattern.
“Waffles… no… square wheat rice cakes and strawberry cream…!”
Another strange name is given.
‘You don’t even think about hiding the word cream. Hee-ya.’
He’s such a funny guy. Maybe that’s why.
Somehow, every time I see this crazy disciple, I see something new.
There was a sweet, sweet scent from the snacks the disciple had baked.
It was the scent of spring.
