Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 868

Episode 868. The guidance of the commander-in-chief ended while Yeon Jeok-ha and Jwa Shin-yang , who were the ones who came out of the boat,

had a brief conversation.

After that, a banquet was held like a rich family’s 60th birthday party.

Tables were set for each tent, and even musicians and dancers were mobilized to add to the excitement.

The Yeon Jeok-ha group, who lived on a ship, put everything aside and enjoyed cooking.

Yang Ui-mun’s first disciple, Jwa Shin-yang, glanced at the young couple’s family with a stunned face.

A little while ago, he raised a serious voice that could be a crime of treason, and it is like eating.

Those were the appearances of wanderers who had come to Seojiazhuang to get free food.

‘Has it been bullshit so far?’

To Jwasinyang, who shook his head throbbingly, Ho-yeol, a disciple of Lee, held out a glass of wine.

“Have a drink. This is Master’s favorite Geom Nam Chun.”

“Geomnamchun? Somehow the scent was strong.”

Jwasinyang pretended not to win and took the glass and drank it down.

Ho-yeol asked him, who nodded with a satisfied face.

“But who are these people? You’ve been talking together since before.”

“Those people?”

Jwasinyang, who turned his head to the side, frowned.

Come to think of it, I only introduced myself, but I haven’t heard their names yet.

‘No, maybe it’s better not to know.’

They made the sound of would-be high treason casually.

Since it was you, you just skipped it. If it was someone else, you could report it to the Pobang (捕房).

“These are people I don’t know.”

“Ah yes…”

Ho-yeol didn’t ask any more because he thought the teacher was reluctant to answer.

To such Ho-yeol, Jwasin-yang added a word to the old woman’s heart.

“They’re a bit strange, so don’t get too close to them.”

“…yes.”

Ho-yeol looked sideways at the young couple and their families.

It’s definitely weird.

A beautiful woman with a baby and two plain old men and two cute girls.

At first glance, it looks like a large family, but if you take a closer look, you can see that it is not.

‘what?’

I wonder what kind of relationship it is, but I can’t confirm it because the teacher has asked me to.

After thinking for a moment, he brushed the matter of that bizarre extended family out of his mind.

After the meal, Yeon Jeok-ha and his party left Seojiazang.

There is nothing to be gained by keeping the seat at the banquet, so he wants to go outside and rest.

Yeonjeokha pulled out a tent on a hill not far from Seojiazhuang.

As he took out bedding and other items one after another from the air, Tang Yun-mang asked with a bewildered face.

“Lord Jang. Is that also the magic of the Dragon Palace?”

“This is ‘Mahadam’, the Savior’s technique.”

“Is there anything in it? Or are you making them up?”

“I’m not even a god, so how can I make things? I’ve put the tools I need for homelessness. Think of it like taking something out of a warehouse.”

“ah! You did. Can anyone else learn that technique?”

“You can learn, but you won’t be able to write. Sister, sit here and rest.”

Yeonjeokha pulled out a large chair and placed it behind Namgungyeon.

“thank you.”

Namgung-yeon sat on a chair and nursed the hungry baby.

Tang Yun-mang continued to talk to Yeonjeok-ha as if he was greedy for magic tricks.

“Why can’t others use it?”

“You need spiritual energy to use this technique, but it is not allowed in this world.”

“ah! Are you saying you need spiritual energy instead of legal power?”

“Well, to put it simply, yes.”

Of course, it is necessary to achieve the original spirit body before that, but it was omitted because it is impossible in this world.

“Can you use that kind of energy?”

“Gucheonhyeonnyeo guaranteed it, so the god in charge of this world turned a blind eye to it.”

“Yes?”

Tang Yun-mang looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with absurd eyes.

In his opinion, the current story was more bizarre than taking things out of thin air.

He took out another chair and placed it next to Namgungyeon, then turned to Tangunmang.

“Can you see this?”

Yeonjeokha wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand and raised his spirit.

In an instant, a strange pattern appeared in the middle of his forehead.

Yeonjeokha, who released the spirit again, said to Dong Yun-mang, who stood there with a bewildered face.

“This is a sign of assurance. My sister also learned Mahadam’s technique, but she couldn’t use it because she was banned. That’s why I said I could learn it, but I couldn’t use it.”

“Who banned the aura?”

“The god who governs the present world.”

Soon after, he sat down on a chair and closed his eyes.

Heartache beckoned Dan Yun-mang, who was standing there with his eyes wide open.

“Dang go. Don’t bother Gongja and come here. Brother Wu will explain.”

At the self-proclaimed ‘brother’, Dan Yun-mang ‘cryed’, but wanted to hear an explanation, so he held back and approached.

Wol-ah and Geum-a also pricked their ears and paid attention to the teacher’s mouth.

Heartache taught me the difference between this world and the Savior, and told me what happened at Mt. Cheongseong.

“…That day, Gucheonhyeonnyeo guaranteed it, and Confucius was able to use the spiritual energy.”

Tang Yun-mang nodded at the explanation of the heartache.

If it was a divine ability that the present world could not handle, it was right to seal it.

Dan Yun-man muttered with a blank face.

“Jangju-nim really has become a new person.”

“Stupid bastard. Did you know that now?”

Tang Yun-mang must have been so shocked that he did not respond even to the swear words of heartache.

Wol-ah and Geum-a glanced at Yeonjeok-ha with envy.

I knew that the sajo’s martial arts were the best in the world, but I didn’t know it would be to that extent.

***

That night.

The latecomer to the series came out of the tent.

The heartache and luck that had been waiting outside the tent came rushing to me.

Yeonjeokha looked at the dangyunmang with absurd eyes and asked.

“Why is the old man?”

“I am also a member of Seokgyeongjang, so I have to attend Jangju.”

“it’s okay. The old man guards the tent.”

“Are you going to Sim?”

“Old Sim?”

“I was wondering if you didn’t only take Simga with you.”

“It’s not like going to a good place, so what? You have to follow it, it’s a hard road, so don’t be envious.”

Tang Yun-mang, who was stabbed in the middle, withdrew with a shy expression.

I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for his depressed appearance.

“The old man.”

“yes.”

“In case you don’t know, sprinkle something around the tent. You can’t frighten the baby.”

Yeonjeokha looked at the dangyunmang with meaningful eyes.

Considering Namgung-yeon’s martial arts, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but it was something I didn’t know.

Only then did Tang Yun-mang’s face turn red.

“yes! I won’t let even one little ant get in.”

“thanks for your effort.”

The cumulative load went down the hill.

Simtong, who had passed the dangyunmang, said with a sad face.

“An old man like a water ghost. Where do you go without knowing the fountain? Guard your tent well. If the baby cries in surprise, I know how to play a bell.”

“Damn it. Don’t hold on to you or Jang Joo-nim, do well. Who are you chasing?”

My heartache was about to say something more, but when Yeonjeokha quickly disappeared, I rushed over.

***

Visited Seojijang.

Around hash noon (10 p.m.).

Jwasinyang, who fell asleep early after dinner, struggled to open her eyes as her body shook.

“What’s going on?”

A familiar voice came from the darkness.

“mister. wake up.”

“…”

The old man’s voice brought Jwasinyang to her senses.

It was because the only person who called it that was the man I had briefly met during the day.

“you?”

“You said you wanted to see a human sacrifice? Hurry up and follow me.”

At the sound of human sacrifice, Jwasinyang jumped up.

Yanguimun disciples were fast asleep, unaware that an outsider had invaded their bed.

“How did you find me?”

“How difficult is that? I want to follow you.”

Yeonjeokha walked away whistlingly.

He opened the door and went back and forth, but no one awoke.

‘Aren’t these guys such a dark sleeper?’

Jwasinyang scolded Yanguimun disciples for their dull senses and followed the man.

An old man with a goatee stood in the yard under the moonlight.

However, the momentum was majestic and majestic, and it seemed to see someone else.

When Jwasin-yang recklessly ignored the goatee-bearded old man, the old man said ‘Hey!’ and sneered.

“You sleep so much that you don’t even know if you carry it in a tiger’s den? These are the guys who came out of the boat.”

At the old man’s criticism, Jwasinyang made an excuse on behalf of Yanguimundo.

“It’s a tiger’s den. Not only high-ranking officials, but also prestigious figures from Moorim are all gathered.”

“Tsk tsk! You’re teasing me for saying you have a pierced mouth.”

The heartache that had been kicking his tongue approached Yeonjeokha.

“Gongja. Where do I have to go?”

The Yeonjeokha, who was looking around, flew up to the roof of the palace building.

Heartache followed him without delay.

Jwasinyang was momentarily surprised by the man and the old man’s arrogance, but soon jumped onto the roof.

But what is this?

The young man was lying on a roof tile and looking up at the night sky.

“Didn’t you say you were going to show me something?”

Yeon Jeok-ha turned his head slightly and looked at Jwasin-yang and said.

“Now, people are slowly gathering, so wait a minute. Would you like to go early and stand in line?”

“Hum, by the way, is there anyone who has a connection with the bookshelf?”

“why?”

“It’s like coming to Yanguimun’s lodging… wouldn’t it be difficult to understand that human sacrifice if there were no helpers inside Seojijang? Of course, that doesn’t mean you believe it.”

The seasoned left god left room for escape.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who laughed at his attitude, slowly raised his upper body.

“Looks like you’re about to start. Let’s go.”

Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha grabbed Jwasinyang by the waist.

Startled, the jwashinyang pushed him away, but he didn’t move like a rock.

Before long, the bodies of the two flew inward, cutting through the night sky.

‘omg!’

The old man’s mouth fell open.

I was breathless when I saw the roofs of the palace halls five chapters (about 15 meters) below.

The cold night wind blows against your face.

It’s not a dream.

But what he was experiencing now was only possible in his dreams.

After a while, I got down on the roof of the innermost temple and let go of the jwashinyang who was fighting.

As soon as Jwasinyang was freed from the man’s hand, he hurriedly looked back.

‘omg! You flew a distance of about 50 feet (about 150 meters).’

As his pounding heart subsided, Xinyang asked cautiously.

“Who are you?”

As he was examining the man’s eyes, his feet suddenly went out.

“Uh uh!”

Yeonjeokha caught his struggling arm.

Qurrrr-.

Yeonjeokha and heartache Jwasinyang’s body fell down for a long time.

The cellar under five chapters.

Dozens of Taoist priests

and middlemen were sitting in rows, chained, under the dimly lit lanterns.

Two masters of the famous school raised the master at the forefront and pulled him to the altar.

A beautiful woman in her thirties smiled and whispered in the guru’s ear.

“You know the saying, ‘Three Worlds Go Go’, ‘A Dang An Ji’, right? don’t be afraid this is your paradise I will end all your pain.”

Just as Mibu was about to slit the master’s throat with his sword, the ceiling collapsed.