Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 938

Episode 938. You mean you don’t care?

At first, the incantation, which was whispered, grew louder, and finally, the dorm of the Eighthwangsinju rang in the spirit of salvation.

Still, the Eighthwangsinmo did not stop.

Just before dawn, the salvation spirit also reached its peak.

Eighthwangsinmo nodded like a person who had received a divine gift and fell in love with the incantation.

As time passed, the high and majestic sound gradually subsided.

Just as the breath of the god of the clear stream passes through a narrow tube, the voiceless cries of the mother of the eight emperors also thinned out.

As the light outside the window gradually brightened, the new mother of the Eighthwangs lay down on the table and opened her mouth like a fish.

Eventually, the last breath left in her lungs escaped.

jingle. jingle. jjalang-.

The Eighthwangsinmo had already hardened like a stone statue, but the clear stream was crying alone.

The sound of bells, like a babbling stream, soon turned into a torrent.

with my daughter! with my daughter! With my daughter-!

Momentarily, Eighthwangsinmo raised her upper body and immediately took a deep breath.

“Kahak! Huh! omg! omg! omg!”

She gasped for a while, concentrating on her breathing.

It was as if someone had been pulled ashore before drowning.

When the rough breathing became comfortable, the mother of the Eighthwang God lifted the golden prince (金昇子 bell) in front of her eyes.

The bell, which had been shaking like crazy, had become quiet before I knew it.

Looking at the bell, the corner of the mother of the Eighthwangs went up little by little, and at some point, she started laughing.

“My mother was also a person. There are many things I want to ask you, but please shut up. And don’t go anywhere, and stay in the Golden Prince.”

The golden prince did not make a sound even with the slightest movement, as if he had frozen.

“It ended with Socheon being released from the golden prince, but I took over my mother’s body like this. It may not be the immortality your mother wanted, but be content with that. Again, I will not allow my mother to leave the Golden Prince. Stay attached to the golden prince forever. Did you know?”

jjalang-.

As if in response, the bell cried once.

Shinnyu, who occupied the body of the mother of the Eighthwangs, went out to enjoy freedom.

After a while, after going around the garden and returning to Muyeongjeon, she hesitated.

Geumsa stood in front of Muyeongjeon.

The cheongryu god was not embarrassed at all and gave him a big bow.

“With the help of the golden priest, I was able to take revenge. I will never forget this grace for the rest of my life.”

“I didn’t help revenge, I just granted the wishes of the two of them. Just as you gained freedom, the Goddess of the Eighth Emperor also gained immortality.”

Basically, Yeommae does what the sorcerer tells her to do.

It was not even a matter of praying for a golden priest who had ascended to the divine throne.

It was he who taught the spirit of the clear stream the ‘Hwanhosinju (換魂神脫)’, and also tricked it into the ‘Salvational Divine Liturgy’ and had the Eighthwangsinmo memorize it.

The cheongryu god just listened with his head bowed like a bell.

“You have to take the golden prince and follow the celestial alien like a shadow today.”

“yes.”

After Geumsa glanced at the god of the clear stream, she went back inside.

The cheongryu god moved to the full step only after his movement completely disappeared.

***

The day was bright.

Hocheon-maeng and Nam-maeng, who rested overnight in Hoengsan, crossed the Yangtze River together.

They finally arrived in Nanjing, but Hu Tian Meng and Nan Meng could not move easily.

It is because of the fear of the Baekdu Demon Army.

They camped near Naruteo and waited for Yeonjeokha to appear.

But by noon he did not appear.

Mo Yong-mun, the commander of the Southern Alliance, approached Gong Son Ilang, the commander of the Ho-Cheon League, Gong Son-Ki.

“Polite Musketeer. How long do I have to wait?”

“well.”

Gongsun Qi shrugged his shoulders with an ambiguous face.

He hadn’t promised to meet Namcheon here, so he had nothing to say.

Mo Yong-mun, frustrated at not letting go of his hands, asked again.

“Is Namcheon coming?”

Gongsun-gi then straightened up and asked back.

“Did Nammaeng really cut ties with Namcheon?”

“why?”

“It was amazing when you asked me if Namcheon was coming or not. Isn’t the Southern Meng closer to him than the Hocheon Meng?”

“Recently, it is taboo to mention the name of Seokgyeongjang in the Meng.”

“ah! It was like that too.”

An exclamation escaped from Gongsongi’s mouth.

It’s disobedience.

The King of Swords was originally famous for having a clear relationship, but Namcheon and Empress Dowager Ten are also not ordinary people.

On the other hand, Mo Yong-wen, who thought he had to get something, persistently asked.

“I heard that Ho Cheon-Meng visited the Seokgyeongjang. What has been said about this incident?”

“It was nothing. I asked him to join the Hocheon League, but he refused because he was conscious of the Southern Alliance. Namcheon’s last words were to meet in front of the imperial palace.”

“Did he ask to meet you in front of the imperial palace?”

“I said that.”

“No, then shouldn’t we also go to the imperial palace?”

When Mo Yong-wen questioned, Gong Son-ki answered.

“But aren’t the cult leader’s closest aides, the Wolhaseonja and the phantom god Ung Jae-gwi, still in Nanjing?”

“Even so, if we decided to meet at Namcheon and the imperial palace, we would have to move slowly. What do you want to hear from me after I broke my promise with Namcheon?”

“Are you going to speak?”

“Are you talking? At the last minute, several people will be arrested for leaving the famous bridge to themselves.”

Mo Yongwen shook his head excitedly.

It was only then that he realized the seriousness of the situation.

Even if it is not, it is Namcheon who has antipathy towards the Hocheon League and the South League. It was clear that the Musketeers would be the first to break if he started a fight using this incident as an excuse.

Gongsun-ki looked at Mo Yong-men.

“Wouldn’t it be better to fight the Baekduma forces than to be insulted by Namcheon?”

“Perhaps Namcheon considers Baekduma troops as the share of Hocheon and Nammaeng.”

Gongsun Qi nodded at the words of Mao Yongwen.

When I heard it, there was a point in what he said.

Looking at it objectively, it was right that Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng handled the Baekduma forces.

Nothing is gained without sacrifice.

This is especially true for things related to famous churches.

Reaching the conclusion that it was best to advance to the imperial palace, the two men persuaded the Hocheon Meng and the Southern League leader to leave the Yangtze River.

***

Namjikryeseong.

Hefei.

Yeo Kang-Hyeon Seogyeongjang.

around noon.

When Yeonjeokha showed no signs of moving at all, heartache came to the main house.

“Gongja. The sun has risen in the middle of the sky, shouldn’t we go soon?”

“Welcome. I tried to call you anyway. By now, Hocheon Meng and Nam Meng must have crossed the Yangtze River too, right?”

“I crossed over and stayed. Why are you so slow today?”

“This is not sluggish. A thoughtful beggar. Isn’t old Shim’s alienation strange?”

“What’s wrong?”

“They were killed by me in ‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon’. Then you should have run away. What do you believe in being in the imperial palace?”

“Compared to the Savior, isn’t this life small? I must have given up after realizing it was a flea.”

“Your sister and I think differently.”

“What other ulterior motives do you have?”

“uh.”

“What is it?”

“I left it until now to find out. But why are the Hocheonmaeng and the Nammaeng so far ahead of me… I wonder if my body will move so quickly.”

“It will be fine. Even if there is, Confucius is here, so what are you worried about?”

“yes?”

“Of course not. Such useless worries are called unfounded.”

“Does old Sim know such a classy word?”

“Do you know that the nickname ‘Gumil Bok-geom’ just came out? When I was young, I was a person who could only read.”

“Okay, I’ll believe the well-informed old man. Let’s go and sweep it up.”

Just in time, Namgungyeon came out of the room to the floor holding the hand of young Jian.

After waving to his wife and daughter, he went down to the yard.

Before long, the clouds gathered under Yeonjeokha and Shimtong’s feet.

Soon after, the clouds that burned the river and the heartache disappeared to the east.

***

Half an hour (1 hour) later.

Shen Tong said while flying over the Yangtze River on a cloud.

“Seeing the river as thin as a stream of urine reminds me of the Savior.”

“Whose urine stream is that big?”

“That is what it means. Compared to the Baekri River and the Muyang River that flowed in Guju, isn’t it a trickle of urine?”

“What do you do?”

I looked down at the Yangtze River with a new pair of eyes.

Compared to Baekriha and Muryangha, which were like the sea, it was really small enough to be called a stream of urine.

“In the universe, there must be other worlds besides ‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon’ that we went to, right?”

“There may be.”

“When I think of that, living like a child seems insignificant… I guess so.”

“Why are you like someone who will die soon? Is it too much of a burden to go to catch an extraterrestrial ship?”

“My body has already enjoyed the life of heaven, so what is there to be burdened with? I just do it because I feel weird. Aren’t they gods from another world even if it’s just a foreign ship? It feels strange to think that this world we live in is not everything.”

“Tsk! Seeing you think that way, it must be time to really die.”

“It is strange that you have no idea.”

In the meantime, I saw a towering mountain in the distance.

It was the Golden Mountain where the imperial palace was located.

The cloud circled around the imperial palace along the castle wall and slowly landed in front of the gate.

***

Contrary to the concerns of the musketeers, the Baekduma soldiers did not appear in front of the Hocheon and Nammaeng.

When more than a thousand warriors appeared in the imperial capital, the people closed the doors and hid.

Hocheon-maeng and Nam-maeng marched proudly to the front of the imperial palace.

Thanks to the efforts of the Geumuiwi, the government army did not block the march of the Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng.

Around midnight (2:00 PM).

Finally, Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng arrived in front of Chwibomun.

Despite the appearance of thousands of Murim people, the gates of the imperial palace were not closed.

There was not even a golden army guarding the imperial palace.

Like a lie, the imperial palace was showing a normal appearance.

Even if it was a promised meeting between the imperial family and military men, it was an unusual reaction.

The expressions of Mugeuk Merchant, the leader of the Hocheon League, and Namgung Byeok, the leader of the Southern League, looking at such a door, were hardened to the point of embarrassment.

The silent merchant muttered like he was talking to himself.

“You mean you don’t care about Hocheon and the South?”

Of course, I’m talking about the extraterrestrial line.

Namgung Byeok shook his head.

“Let’s wait.”

Although their pride was hurt, there was no place for humans to intervene in the battle between gods and demigods.

That must have been why it was difficult to find even the shadow of the stubborn gold army.

The Mugeuk Merchant inadvertently said a word.

“Namcheon Daehyeop shouldn’t be late.”

“Hmm!”

Now is the time for the Merchant Mugeuk to add a word to the silence of the Namgung Wall.

‘Wow!’ from all sides. An exclamation was heard.

A white cloud was slowly descending from the sky in front of Chwibomun Gate.

Subsequently, Namcheon and Gucheonnodo walked out of the clouds as if they were taking a walk.

At that moment, the Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng warriors raised their swords above their heads and shouted ‘Waaaa!’ Cheers.

As Yeon Jeok-ha, who was standing there with a puzzled face, took a step toward Chwi-bo-mun, the Mu-geuk merchants and representatives of the Chil-pa-mun rushed towards him.

I’m going to go get a face painting.

When Namgung Byeok frowned at the people’s actions, a person walked out of the Chwibomun Gate.

It was the Eighthwangsinmo, the famous religious leader.

Eighthwangsinmo’s gaze, which was lightly looking around at the gathered warriors, stopped at Yeonjeokha.

“Yeon Daehyeop. Heavenly Foreigner is waiting for you. Please eat inside.”