Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 213

Episode 213. who killed whom?

Sugu Village is a small village with about 30 households, and there are no restaurants.

I had no choice but to get off the road and cook my own food to eat.

As soon as the chucks seemed to be taking a break, the quick-witted merchants quickly stepped out.

Bonfires were lit everywhere and pots were hung.

Warm noodles are perfect for moving in winter.

Merchants boiled and sold Suncheon-style Pyeonintang (similar to Sujebi), Shanseo-style Dosak-myeon, Sichuan-style Dandan-myeon, Henan-style Hoemyeon, and Hangzhou-style Pyeonacheon.

Uicheon swordsman Lee Ui-jeong, the master of Cheokma, did not particularly stop the merchants from doing business.

Rather, I thought that thanks to the merchants, I was enjoying an unsuitable luxury.

In fact, he bought and ate hoemyeon together with the scholars of the Cheongseongpa and Jeonjinpa.

Even though he is incapable of suffering from the cold, he felt much more comfortable when the warm soup came in.

Wonyang Jin-in, a long-time scholar of the Qingsheng sect, muttered while drinking the soup.

“This will be until the full-scale war begins, right? I’m a little sorry.”

Merchant Mujong, a long-time leader of the forward movement, responded with a smile.

“haha. Still, it seems that merchants will follow at least until Jeongju. Even that alone is something to be aware of. If you think of eating frozen dried rice in this cold weather. Ugh!”

Shaking his head excitedly, he diligently played with his hands again.

Belatedly, Baengnyeokdo Paeng Man-ho, the family head of Paengga, approached with a steaming pyeonin-tang in one hand.

He sat down beside Lee Eui-jung and said a word.

“It’s nice to be able to eat warm food, but I don’t know if this is okay.”

It is said that it should move secretly, but it is too revealing.

The Merchant Mujong smiled and said.

“Even the enemies will know that the Justice League is in motion anyway. Only our course has to be revealed.”

“It sucks. I was afraid that it would be known by the merchants.”

“Even if it’s not the case, the lord told me not to let the merchants leave the ranks until they arrive at Jeongju. For the time being, they’re just like our group, so don’t worry too much about it.”

“ah! I’m relieved that you did. It’s still in Jiangsu, so it won’t be a big deal.”

Paeng Man-ho, who had been talking about worry, had a relaxed face.

Even if Luoyang and Xuzhou changed horses and ran nonstop, it would take five days.

An enormous distance that would take about twenty days or more if you were walking.

It’s not a situation where you can know each other’s movements like looking into the palm of your hand.

In fact, it was for that reason that the owner Lee Ui-jeong allowed the merchants to join.

It was still far from Luoyang, so it was considered safe.

That was something to think about again, at least after entering Henan.

After a hearty meal, Cheokmadae moved again.

After getting out of the sugu village, the road turned around with a low cliff on the left.

If this place was near Jeongju, everyone might have been nervous.

However, no one thought of a surprise attack by the enemy in the distant Jiangsu Province.

The front-runners entered first, and after a while the main camp followed.

***

Namjikryeseong.

host.

Tianmen Mountain.

At the end of the new hour (5 p.m.).

Three hundred and fifty Murim people walk the mountain path in an orderly manner.

They are the masters of the Myolsadae, with Mugeuk Merchant, who is the greatest master in the world and a long-time leader of the Hwasan faction.

Mugeuk Merchant, a principleist, strictly forbade merchants to follow. Thanks to this, the discipline was upright, but the morale of the members was at rock bottom.

Pyeonun, a long-time official of the communal faction, quietly spoke to the hard-faced martial artist.

“Daiju, isn’t this Tianmen Mountain? There must be an Astronomical Apostle nearby that says, ‘Confucius polished his studies.’”

“Is that so.”

The Mugeuk Merchant sighed indifferently.

He is one of the ten greatest masters in the world, but he is among the youngest because he is the same age as the sword king, Namgung Byeok.

It is for this reason that Pyun-woon used Hao-che on him.

In fact, most of the masters were of the same age as the Mugeuk merchants.

Geumhwa Seon-in, the judge of life and death, who was watching from the side, helped with a word.

“I didn’t know Tang Demon Sword Dou was interested in Confucius.”

“haha. What are you interested in? I just said it because I remembered something I picked up.”

“If it hadn’t been for the famous church, Bindo would have brought it to the Astronomical Temple. It’s a pity.”

Seon Geumhwa spoke as a greeting.

It is not easy to meet Gongpa because it is located in Gansu Province, which is far away.

“Oops! Thank you for your words.”

Dang Se-ho approached the three masters as they were walking and chatting.

“Looks like we need to decide on a campsite before it gets dark. How about an astronomer?”

When the story of the astronomical temple came out, Seonin Geumhwa smiled and said.

“haha. We just talked about the Astronomical Temple. Did you hear?”

“….”

Dang Se-ho did not have a strong relationship with the masters, so he just straightened his beard.

People’s eyes turned to the Mugeuk merchant.

It was entirely up to him, the great owner, to decide on a campsite.

“The Astronomer won’t be able to accommodate all of us. It doesn’t make sense if someone rests under a roof and someone stays in the shelter. Everyone will be homeless.”

It’s a rather sensible decision.

Nonetheless, the other scholars and the Tang family accepted it kindly.

It’s because I don’t want to confront him over something trivial.

Although they are similar in age, he is definitely one of the greatest masters in the world.

If you get out of his eyes, you might not be able to get help in a dangerous moment.

Homeless was immediately delivered to the post-churning team at the forefront.

Cheok Hujo moved busily to find an open space where 350 people could stay.

Fortunately, the mountains were not steep, so we were able to decide on a campsite before sunset.

***

Temple on the east side of Tianmen Mountain.

Three old men armed with swords sat in the middle of the shrine with a fire.

It is Baekduma Soldier of Myeong-gyo School, Evil Buddha, Bangcheongak, Honcheon Blood Ghost, Kang Sang-pi, and Honsei Sword Demon, Cheok Jin-gyeong.

Although there was a death squad right in front of them, they didn’t seem to care at all.

It is a place away from the path of the extinction zone, so it is resting in peace.

When the sun went down and it was dark, a person landed in front of the shrine.

It was Mu Yeong-gwi, the fourth chief of Eunhajang.

“Zhuangju’s death squad made a campsite on Mt. Tianmen.”

Cheok Jin-gyeong, who was rubbing her palms in front of the fire, asked in surprise.

“Without going to the Astronomy?”

“yes.”

Bangcheongak shook his head and muttered to himself.

“Do it. It’s hard for Astronomers to accommodate all of them. Still, it’s pitiful to be homeless on the last night in this world. Wood Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva…”

Akbul Bangcheongak is the head priest of Sinwolsa Temple in Chengdu, Sichuan Province.

Because famous religions mixed Buddhism and Taoism, the chief priest did not give up chanting.

Kang Sang-pi then laughed.

“What’s so pitiful about calling this world a confession? If you send it quickly, you should be grateful.”

“That’s right, hao. Still, there is nothing wrong with having compassion for the target of killing.”

Befitting his nickname of Evil Buddha, Bangcheongak had a unique view of killing.

Chuck Jin-gyeong listened to Baekduma’s chatter and warned Mu Yeong-gwi.

“Mugeuk Merchant is a naive guy, so he must be wary. Tell the guards to stay away from Tianmen Mountain and keep an eye on them.”

“How long do I have to watch?”

“We decided to hit them before dawn. The other Twelve Horsemen will put the disciples to bed early, so you should also get some sleep then.”

“Johnny.”

Muyounggwi disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Soon after, the three Baekduma soldiers were arguing over who would advance in which direction.

***

Tianmen Mountain.

Around the hour (3:00 am – 5:00 am).

When everyone was sleeping deeply, only the sound of the cold wind could be heard from time to time.

At that time, about 300 people moved quietly in the faint moonlight.

they are famous

They approached the Myolsadae from three directions in the shape of the character Pumja.

Is it because of the relief of being a male?

Or was it because he was tired from the arduous march?

The ten samurai who had to stand in line sat around the campfire and dozed off.

Thanks to this, the celebrities were able to approach without fuss up to a distance of five chapters (about 15 meters).

I guess there is such a thing as instinct though.

One of the pupils of Uicheonmun, who had been dozing off, opened his eyes in surprise.

A startled cry escaped his lips as he looked around with stiff eyes.

“Who are you!”

In an instant, the famous cultists who had been silently approaching like cats ran like mad cows.

“Kill!”

“die!”

Celebrities crouched down and cut the necks of the sleeping members of the Myolsa Corps.

Still, the distance of five chapters saved countless people.

Quite a few unmanned soldiers shouted ‘Who are you!’ and at the same time picked up weapons and jumped up.

It was as if the beehive had been stabbed with a knife.

The famous cultists pushed the death squad from three sides so that they would not get entangled with each other.

As a result, the damage to the death squad was even greater.

Maybe an hour (15 minutes) has passed?

Abigyuhwan’s turmoil was short-lived, and the fight entered a calming phase little by little.

Because the Myolsadae was so elite, the famous religion could no longer drive the opponent.

Even so, it was a terrible damage from the point of view of the death squad.

This is why as many as a hundred people died in a fight that would have saved even ten people if they had fought head-on.

Fighting is breathing and momentum.

The fierce sword fighting between the Mugeuk Merchant and the three hundred demons stopped for a moment.

The Merchant Mugeuk, who was breathing heavily, shouted to Cheok Jin-gyeong, the Honsei Swordsman.

“Chuck Jin-kyung! How dare you appear before me! Today I will definitely take your neck!”

Chuck Jin-kyung avoided himself during the past Green Forest Samjon days.

But now, when he showed up brazenly and killed the death squad, the fire soared.

Then, Bang Cheon-gak and Kang Sang-pi, who were on the left and right of the Mugeuk merchant, laughed and mocked.

“What white noise! You stinking guru! Who is killing whom now?”

“haha! Thunder-naked guy! Do you think your threat will work right here and now! Do you not understand the situation when people around you praise you as a master? Take good care of your neck! You sick bastard!”

The Mugeuk Merchant trembled at the ridicule of the two demons.

From a young age, he was treated as a member of the Volcano School, and finally became a long-time writer and rose to the top ten masters.

Until now, no Madou had ever said such a cruel thing to himself!

“Because they are like these reckless Madou…”

The Mugeuk Merchant, who had been an orphan in the Volcano School all his life, couldn’t bear to spit out the six letters.

I wanted to cut my throat with a single knife, but it wasn’t as easy as I thought.

Cheok Jin-gyeong, of course, was never below his own.

If their herbivores had been a little more subtle, they would have already collapsed.

“Are all of you Baekdu Demon Army!”

Cheok Jin-kyung replied with a smirk.

“Go in front of King Yeomra and ask him. Who is it that sent you there?”

On the other hand, Pyeonun, a master of the communal faction, and Seho Dang, a master of the Dangga family, a master of Geumhwa, a master of fortune-telling, were also engaged in a close battle with the Twelve Horsemen.

Their fight was truly one-of-a-kind.

Mussang-gwi, Mu-young-gwi, and the cold-blooded mage Tae Kyung-rim from the Transcendence Lodge were not inferior to the long-time masters of Chilpaimun.

In particular, Dang Se-ho’s opponent, Tae Kyung-rim, was a madu who had been known as the best master in Xi’an a long time ago.

It was never an easy opponent for Dang Se-ho, who focused on poison and memorization rather than martial arts.

If it wasn’t for the pinnacle of memorization, Dang Se-ho would have collapsed already.

Chow ah-.

Dang Se-ho, who threw a handful of memorized words and stepped back, heard a series of screams in his ears.

“Ahh!”

“evil!”

I turned around in surprise and saw that someone was ruthlessly killing the disciples of the Tang family.

It was clear that the pottery sticking out from the end of the Bakdo was another Twelve Horsemen.