Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 275

Episode 275. Don’t go to Mt. Fungji,

Empress Dowager Namgung-yeon muttered with a sad face.

“But if only I had done a little better…”

“Your older sister is right. Baek Kyo died because he was distracted by my greed. Just forget it. By the way, the musketeer also has a very thick face. It’s the same with the Tathagata Shrine, and when I see that the shamans and the Seonwu family curse like that, but they pretend not to hear it.”

“Your enemy is still very naive. Originally, when you sit in a high seat, you only hear what you want to hear.”

Cheongwoon Sword Namgungcheon had a face that said it was not a big deal.

It’s because I’ve seen a lot of similar things since my previous Justice League days.

After thinking for a moment, Yeonjeokha nodded.

Hagiya, it was the same that neither he nor Pacheon Demon-kun did not listen to the people below him.

“By the way, brother. There was a rumor going around that famous religions were much stronger than Cheonjimaeng. Is that true?”

Namgung-cheon glanced at Namgung-yeon and replied.

“I almost think it will. When I was unaware of Baekdu Demon Army’s inaction, I believed that the Cheonjimaeng had the upper hand. Even if there were one or two more people like that, they would be stronger than Cheonjimaeng.”

“Does your sister think so too?”

Namgungyeon nodded without hesitation at Yeonjeokha’s question.

“that’s right. If there are more people like the Spirit of the Heavenly Blood or the Demon of the Soul, they have an advantage over the Heaven and Earth League.”

“Then why are they silent? Why doesn’t it come out of the white horse with such strong power? They are not peace-loving people.”

“I’ll be waiting for the headmaster. An all-out war against the Cheonjimaeng will require the direction of the religious leader.”

“You’ve been doing well without the headmaster.”

“Imagine that there is an all-out war. There will be a situation where someone has to take over the side where the damage is sure to happen. The Baekduma soldiers would not want to go to that place. With the Baekduma army system, we can’t properly wage an all-out war.”

“Then you’re saying they’ve been fighting equally so far?”

“that’s right. That’s how Cheon Ji-Meng was ambushed on the way to Jeong-ju.”

“Wow. That’s amazing.”

“If they had actively launched an offensive, Cheonjimaeng might not have been able to hold on.”

“Oops! I heard that famous religious movements are unusual these days.

“If the cult leader really appeared…”

Namgoongyeon nodded with a desperate face.

The difference between the Twelve Horsemen and the Baekdu Horse Army was enormous, like heaven and earth.

How much more so is the religious leader, King Chundu Mawang!

Namgungcheon muttered with a bitter face.

“If you look closely, it is always the bad guys who control the world. I don’t know why the sky stands by. It’s not for nothing that people say things like “Dogo 1cheok mago 1jang” (道高一尺 魔高一丈, when the degree increases by one character, the number increases by one character).”

After all, he was a magician after all, so he scratched his head with a confused face.

‘Is that why my inaction is high?’

When Yeon Jeok-ha imagined such nonsense, Namgung-cheon laughed and said,

“My enemy, you are an exception.”

“Hehe yes.”

Like a criminal who received a pardon, he laughed and liked it.

***

Shanxi Province.

filial piety.

About 50 unmanned men are walking in an orderly manner along the riverside.

They are the masters of the Cheonjimaeng Hyunmu.

Although he was tired from the 20-day trip, the atmosphere was bright.

In particular, the Jegal family and the Moyong family were friendly.

Both families took care of each other frugally as time passed.

The marriage story between Cheonmyeong Sword Jegalseong and Neungun Sword Mo Yongmi was quickly known to other sects.

It spread naturally after moving together for about 20 days.

After rumors spread, Jegal-seong and Mo Yong-mi went out together.

Since it was not a particularly dangerous mission, no one criticized their textbooks.

Rather, Jang Kang-ho of Poongroedo, the owner of the Mugeukmun Gate, even scolded his second son, Poongpado, Jangsanam, for watching and learning.

“haha. Isn’t that a beautiful sight?”

Gyeongcheon Ilgeom Mo Yong-hwang pointed out Jegalseong and Mo Yong-mi, who were walking side by side.

Rising sword Jegal Jungyeong nodded as if agreeing.

“I’m glad the two of them are right. No one can say that they are using their children.”

“haha. Did you even think about that? Indeed, these are the words of Jegalga.”

“Unlike the Moyong family, there are many families who are jealous of us, so we are always cautious.”

“Are there still people like that?”

“Recently, even Namgung’s family is looking at our Jegal family with unkind eyes.”

“Why is it like that in the Namgung family?”

“They must be worried that the Zhuge family will lose their place. We don’t have the slightest interest, so I don’t know why they talk so much.”

“Oops. I didn’t know such a thing existed. However, think that the status of the Jegal family has risen to the point where they are in check in the Namgung family.”

“It should be like that.”

Zhuge Zhongying nodded his head with a sorrowful face.

It’s like he’s asking what else could he do.

Mo Yong-hwang sneaked up on his luck.

“When did the Murim Sega people hear the Sega sound from the beginning? When the power grows, ‘Sega’ catches up. That also means that when the power is weakened, it is no longer ‘Sega’. Aren’t the forces of the Zhuge family suppressing the Namgung family now?”

“That is true, but public perception has not yet caught up with reality.”

Zhuge Zhongying said in a tone that people did not know.

In fact, objectively, it is true that the power of the Zhuge family is overwhelmingly superior to that of the Namgung family.

But that’s just a matter of power, and there is no master like the Sword King in the Zhuge family.

So it’s just a pun on Zhuge Zhongying.

However, Mo Yong-hwang did not point out such a pun or take it lightly.

“After the wedding, public perception will change a lot. For those who are bound by old memories, it is enough to give a sharp lesson.”

“What do you mean by lesson?”

“Yes, of course you are talking with a knife. What else is there for the Murim people?”

“We have a lot of people under our command, but…”

Zhuge Zhongying blurted out his words.

If you name Zhugegalga like the Sword King, there is no master that you would know.

It is for this reason that people respect Zhugega but are not afraid of it.

“Heh heh heh. If you have a hard time, our Moyong Sega will help you. Where are we?”

“iced coffee! Thank you for your words.”

Zhuge Zhongying’s mouth caught on his ears.

It was not just a dream to hear the voice of the Murim family if the Moyong family helped.

“In that sense, it would be good to make friends with the free apprentice.”

“Ah yes. thank you.”

Zhuge Zhongying greeted Mo Yonghwang as if he knew nothing.

Zhuge Ga’s fear lies in this.

They make the other person go ahead and provide what they want.

Mo Yong-hwang nodded his head with a satisfied expression.

When the Jegal family rises to the position of the Murim family, the position of the Moyong family becomes even stronger.

‘Currently, the Namgung family and the Seonwu family are sticking together, but that doesn’t last long either. When that time comes…’

He worked hard to draw the power structure after the Namgung family was culled in his head.

***

Ten days after that.

Shanxi.

parish prefecture.

As soon as the masters of the Hyeonmudae arrived in Gyoguhyeon, they immediately went to the opening bunta.

As they approached the shabby Confucius Temple, an old beggar in his sixties jumped out from inside.

It was a new land in Buntaju.

“Oops! Come on. Even if you don’t, I’ve been waiting for you to get a call that you’re coming. The small person is Buntaju Yukshingae.”

Mu-deok Jang, a free apprentice, frowned slightly as the new land groaned.

Still, opening is a large-scale breakwater for Moorim, but Land New Gae was lowering himself too much.

Jang Moo-deok, who likes fairness, was annoyed by such an act of a land god.

Jang Moo-deok, who usually had a bad feeling about openness, took a half step back.

Jang Kang-ho, noticing his father’s reluctance, stepped forward.

“I am also a thunderbolt. I want to hear the story of the past…”

“Ah yes. The thunderbolt was also a great threat. I’ve heard a lot of words. Shall we go inside?”

Land God pointed to the Confucius Temple.

However, Jang Kang-ho, who had a lot of experience with Kang-ho, naturally refused.

“It’s okay. It’s a good day, so I’d rather just listen to the story outside. Hyeonmudae, please be vigilant while listening to Daejoo’s story.”

At his request, all but Jangmunin of Shaolin Temple and Jegal Jungyeong, head of the Moyong family, were all scattered.

Jegal-seong and Mo Yong-mi went under a nearby flower tree together.

Mo Yong-mi smiled brightly under the shade and said.

“My older brother told me to be vigilant, but I don’t know if it’s okay to be in a place like this.”

It was natural to call him brother, as if he had become close with them over the past month’s journey.

“don’t worry. It was a warning because it sounded like he was just asking to leave. Look. We are not alone in this place.”

Jegalseong looked around.

Everyone was sitting in the shade of a tree with a languid expression on their faces.

“Then why didn’t Zhang Daxiou stop by the Confucius Temple? Wouldn’t it be better to go inside the Confucius Temple if you want to talk about something so secret that it can bite people?”

“That’s because Mi-Mae doesn’t know yet. It’s probably full of lice and fleas in there. There is no way the superiors will ever go inside. Come to think of it, he seems like a really great person.”

“why? They said they were just cringing.”

“You were going to take me to a place infested with lice and fleas while cringing like that on the outside. That kind of thing is called sorijangdo (embracing a knife in laughter) in Gangho.”

“Oh my brother, after hearing what he said, it’s really like that. I kind of ignored it because it was so cringeworthy, but it’s scary.”

“So you should always be wary of anyone who is kinder than necessary or cringing.”

“I will only follow my older brother, so please lead me well.”

“Yes, trust me.”

Jegalseong’s breathing became rough as he looked at Mo Yongmi with lovely eyes.

He hid behind a tree and grabbed Mo Yong-mi’s hand.

“oh. Others hate you.”

“are you okay. Who sees it?”

After holding out for a while, Mo Yong-mi went back behind the tree pretending to be invincible.

Petals fluttered lightly in the breeze that blew from somewhere.

If it wasn’t for the war with the famous school, it was perfect weather for young men and women outing.

Unlike the masters of the Hyeonmudae, who were relieved of tension, the faces of Yukjishingae were hardened.

“…For the past two months, I’ve been searching all over the prefecture. However, no one knew about the people who massacred Mansubang. Isn’t that strange?”

Master Mubeop, the leader of Shaolin Temple, accepted his words.

“We came here to find out. Is there anything else I left out besides the strange one?”

“This may sound strange, but if you don’t know about other places, don’t go to Mount Pungji.”

The face of Yukjisingae, who raised Mt. Pungji, was noticeably awkward.

Jang Kang-ho tilted his head.

Tell people who come to investigate a murder not to go to a place?

That was the strangest sound I had heard from him today.

“Why don’t you go?”

“It has been several days since Fengji Mountain was infested with ghosts and monsters. Even the officers do not set foot there these days. The moment anyone enters, they disappear without a trace.”

The muddy and dreary voice of Yukjisingae caused Jang Moo-deok a strange feeling of repulsion.

How dare a beggar of openness intimidate a master apprentice free of charge?