Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 276

Episode 276. Bodhisattvas are afraid of the cause, and

sentient beings are afraid of the result.

“Did you say it was the new land of openness?”

“Yes yes.”

“This was said a long time ago. A beggar’s begging bowl does not discriminate between the good and the bad.”

At that moment, the land god forced a smile and said.

“Yes, there were times like that. But these days, we don’t do business with Sapa.”

“is it? I heard that there are still beggars in and out of famous schools. It looks like it wasn’t open.”

“Those aren’t really open.”

Land God stuttered with a puzzled face.

The beggars of openness are not all loyal to the Heaven and Earth Alliance with one heart and one mind.

Among the Bunta lords, some Dandu (beggars appointed by the state) were close to Yumyeongjiao.

Moo-deok Jang looked at the new land and continued talking.

“Think about how it would be accepted to not go to Mt. Fungji in the current situation. Would it not be enough to arouse suspicion against your intentions? I don’t think I’m going to say anything at the opening that I haven’t found out anything for two months.”

“I apologize.”

The land god lowered his head without making an excuse.

At least I couldn’t find anything wrong with his words.

Jang Mu-deok, who saw that the shoulders of Yuk-sin-gae were drooping, comforted him this time.

“That doesn’t mean I doubt your loyalty. It is well known that the open ark and the elders are working hard for the cause of the world.”

“Compared to Chilpaimun, it is new blood.”

When Jang Moo-deok opened the door, the rotten expression of the land god came back to life.

“Anyway, don’t worry, we’ll take care of Mt. Fungji. Oh, did you ever investigate Mt. Pungji in the opening?”

“Actually, everyone is afraid of it, so I still…”

“I see. Got it. If you think of anything more to say, come back anytime. I will be staying in Diocese for the time being.”

“yes.”

Land God bowed as if his head were about to touch the ground, bowed, and returned to the Confucius Temple.

Mo Yong-hwang, the Gyeongcheon Il Sword, stared at the Confucius Temple with an ambiguous expression and said,

“I really don’t know how much to believe in that.”

Shaolin Temple’s lawless master nodded as if he agreed.

“Namu Amitabha. It’s right to trust them, but since the steps of opening up come and go… What do you think, Daejoo Jang?”

The eyes of Mo Yong-hwang, the lawless monk Rising Sword Jegal Jung-young, and the wind sword Jang Kang-ho focused on Jang Moo-deok.

“You will know when you investigate the prefecture on your own. Are the words of the land god true or false?”

“Daeju-nim, what are you going to do about Mount Pungji?”

Zhang Mu-deok asked Zhuge Zhong-ying’s question.

“Well, what is your opinion? Should I investigate Mt. Fengji? Or would it be better to step out of the proper line?”

He looked at Zhuge Zhongying with a strange gaze.

It was as if if the Zhuge family were really good at resourcefulness, they would prove it.

Zhuge Zhongying avoided an immediate answer.

To be honest, the warning of the land god was so unexpected that I was still in a state of bewilderment.

Moo-deok Jang looked away as if he knew that.

It seemed as if he had given up special expectations for the Zhuge family.

‘this! damn. As I’ve heard, you’re impatient.’

This is the moment when Zhuge Zhongying, wounded by his pride, belatedly tries to open his mouth.

With the loud sound of horses’ hooves, a group of horses appeared at the end of the pipe.

Zhuge Zhongying, who missed the opportunity to speak, looked at the newcomers with bitter eyes.

Looking at the flag and attire, it seemed that the governor of the prefecture had visited.

That’s when he’s just about to say something like that.

Gangho Jang Kang-ho, the leader of the Justice League in the past, with rich experience, took a step forward.

“It’s like the parish prefecture and the prefectural governor.”

“Is that so? You came sooner than expected.”

“That must mean that the body is sweet. It’s already been over two months since the incident happened, hasn’t it?”

“Still, he seems to be a wise man who thinks of the people. Seeing you looking for it like that.”

While Moo-deok Jang and Kang-ho Jang were talking, officials dismounted from their horses and quickly approached.

One of them looked around at Moo-deok Jang and asked.

“The main building is Jin Yeo-bae, the prefecture of Diocese. I heard that you came out of the Cheonji League. Who is Jang Dae-hyeop, a free apprentice?”

“I am Jang Moo-deok.”

When Jang Moo-deok came forward, Jin Yeo-bae hurriedly lowered her stance.

“ah! It was a great fight. I couldn’t get to know him because it was dark about Kang-ho’s work. I heard the name of free apprenticeship so much that it was nailed to my ears. It is an honor to meet you.”

“It was nothing. But why did you come to see me?”

“I heard that Cheonjimaeng is investigating a murder case in our diocese. Is that correct?”

“It is true that I came to find out if the incident was related to the remnants of the famous church.”

“Oops! You are very welcome. There are no clues about the culprits, and the vicious rumors never end. It’s really frustrating to the point of death. Judging by the skill, it seems to be the work of the Moorim people, but please take good care of it.”

“Okay. If anything new comes to light, I’ll let you know.”

Jang Moo-deok even promised to let the prefecture know, even though he did not ask for it.

Since the disciples of Mugeukmun were advancing to government offices and military posts, they were considerate in their own way.

Jin Yeo-bae did not know the inside story and thanked him over and over again.

The masters of Moorim are reluctant to engage in government officials, but it is only natural that the legendary master is kind.

After the conversation was over, Moo-deok Jang even introduced the party to Hyun-ryeong.

After the greetings between the two sides, Zhuge Zhongying asked.

“But you said it was an ugly rumor. What specific stories are floating around?”

“ah! Did you say Zhuge Daehyeop? So, it started coming out about a month ago. That the gates of hell are opening, or that it is the beginning of the end…”

Zhuge Liang lost his words for a moment at the sudden remark.

From Land New Gae to Hyeon-ryeong, the stories heard in Gyogu-hyeon all deviated from the Ark.

“What kind of a monster took over Mt. Pungji… Stories like that are surprising the people.”

It is also Mt.

The Shaolin Monk, who had been listening with a frown on his face, finally spoke a word.

“Why do you say that a monster has taken over Mt. Fengji?”

“Ah, actually, about a month ago, strange things happened at Mt. Pungji.”

“Is it weird?”

“Yeah, the herbalists and hunters who used to visit Mt. Fungji have all gone missing. No one went into the mountain to cut down trees. Recently, Mt. Fengji has been called the ‘mountain of death’ and no one wants to enter it.”

“Did you do some research in the coffin?”

“Nearly 30 officers and soldiers are also missing. No one has ever set foot on that mountain and never came out. There have been times when I have invited warriors who are used to being called monsters or something.”

“What do they say?”

“Some went all the way to the beginning of Mt. Fengji and were kicked out before being brought out, while others said it was a cursed mountain and didn’t climb it at all.”

“Huh! such a thing Namu Amitabha Buddha…”

Master Mubeob unknowingly memorized the Buddhist chant.

Recently, the perception of guru or sorcerer has changed a lot. In the past, it would have been a snort, but now it sounded unusual.

Jin Yeo-bae said as if complaining to Jang Moo-deok.

“For ordinary people like us, Mount Pungji is bound to be a forbidden place. Dae-ju, please use this opportunity to reveal the secrets of Mt. Pungji.”

Jang Mu-deok nodded as if he understood.

Jin Yeo-bae put his hands together to greet Jang Moo-deok and the masters and went back.

A strange silence prevailed.

Unlike Yukshingae, Jinyeobae is the prefecture of Gyogu-hyeon.

Of course, the weight contained in his words is nothing compared to the new land.

The first person to speak was the head of the Moyong family.

“Huh really. They said it was a point of entry. To think that the gates of hell will be discussed until the end. How much of it is true and how much of it is bullshit?”

“Namu Amitabha. It is said that Bodhisattvas fear the cause, and sentient beings fear the outcome. Maybe something bigger is hidden than we thought.”

Zhuge Zhongying glanced at the outlaw monk.

‘If missing people are the result, what is the cause?’

Even if he didn’t know what it was, the lawless monk was afraid of it.

When I was with more than 50 masters, such as Jang Moo-deok and Cheonji-maeng.

Zhuge Zhongying was not the only person who recognized the meaning of Master Mubeop’s words.

“Hmm!”

A heavy silence flowed from the mouth of the owner, Jang Moo-deok.

While agreeing with the words of Master Mubeop, on the other hand, there was a slight resentment.

In this place, there are himself, a master of the 10th century, and Mo Yongse, a master of Shaolin Temple, who is a master of martial arts.

It is no exaggeration to say that Hyunmudae is the strongest military group in Moorim.

Hyeonmudae could not afford to be swayed by such absurd rumors.

“First, let’s investigate the room full of water. If you can’t find any clues there.”

Zhang Moo-duk paused for a moment.

Until the end, he couldn’t make up his mind until a flower tree in full bloom came into his eyes.

But what he likes is the paulownia tree.

Even if it breaks, it does not bend.

“Finally, let’s investigate Mt. Fengji.”

“…”

The four of them silently nodded at Moo-deok Jang’s declaration.

I was reluctant in my heart, but it was ridiculous to just go back after hearing such words.

When Jang Kang-ho, the sub-owner, raised his hand, the scattered masters of the current stage gathered one by one.

A light sigh escaped Jang Moo-deok’s mouth as he looked around at the hyeonmudae masters.

The mission, which seemed to be lightly touring and going back, feels increasingly heavy.

‘Can I safely return to the Chunjimaeng with them?’

I even feel guilty looking at the brightly smiling late indexes.

Jang Kang-ho said to him who was standing in the middle of nowhere.

“Go away.”

When Jang Moo-deok moved, the hyeonmudae slowly advanced around him.

***

After leaving Confucius Temple, Hyun Mu-dae went straight to Mansubang.

However, like the others before me, there was nothing to salvage from Mansubang.

The corpses had already been buried for a long time, so it was all just a picture.

They searched the area around Mansubang, but found no clues.

People’s answers were almost similar, perhaps because it was after the government and the opening had already gone through, such as I don’t know, I didn’t see it.

As night fell, Jang Moo-deok sent the masters of the Hyeonmudae back to their respective lodgings.

Song In Gaek Cup.

Hash Horse (11pm).

Until late, Jang Moo-deok remained alone in the inn restaurant, drinking.

Even if he tried to drink, his energy dissipated and he was not drunk, but he could hardly get up from his seat.

“father. Are you still here?”

Jang Kang-ho sat down across from Jang Moo-deok.

He couldn’t bear to touch the bottle and grabbed the teapot from the table.

Moo-deok Jang hit the back of Jang Kang-ho’s hand with a ‘tap’.

Then, he poured himself a drink into his son’s glass, which was over fifty years old.

Jang Kang-ho, who had been watching, politely lifted the glass and poured it into his mouth.

Jang Kang-ho, who was enjoying the lingering aftertaste, heard Jang Moo-deok’s voice in his ears as he picked up snacks.

“Looking back, there were many difficult days, but today was a disturbing day.”

Jang Kang-ho put down his chopsticks.

“Do you care about Mt. Fengji that much?”

“no. Rather, I am bothered by my inadequacies.”

At the self-deprecating words of his father, a master of the world, Jang Kang-ho couldn’t find anything to say.

However, if you think about it, the cause is Mt. Poongji after all.

“If you are reluctant, put off Mt. Pungji for a later date. This is exactly what the musketeer wants.”

“Once you compromise, you will never be able to live as before. That is not what the person who planted the paulownia tree at the front gate of Mugeukmun would say.”

“It is my father who is compromising today, not me.”

Jang Kang-ho looked at his father with meaningful eyes.

It’s fortunate that my father is in charge when it’s difficult to choose like now.