Episode 4 The Demon Monk (2)
-Ahh!
A middle-aged man with a scar under his left eye who was sitting on the floor and biting into a snack sighed and looked towards the pavilion leading to the main building.
The part of the palace where the guard warriors would normally be located was empty.
‘Is this okay?’
His name is Jang Myeong-in.
He was in charge of Naedangju responsible for overall security of the main building at Yeonmok Geomjang.
When he was young he was a renowned Taoist swordsman near Shaoxing Zhejiang Province. 19 years ago during the subjugation of pirates in the Sea Salt region he became associated with Zhuang Zhou and became the Yeonmok Swordmaster.
‘Jangju.’
In his youth Zhang Ju was truly a hero.
He admired him and he thought everything about him was right.
But how did this happen?
[The head of the house… You really don’t want that lowly gisaeng woman’s son to become the successor to the Great Yeonmok Swordmaster do you?]
[that…]
[Think carefully about what is the right thing to do for Yeonmok Geomjang.]
He initially didn’t want to get involved.
However he could not help but be swayed by the words of his godfather Mrs. Seok.
Even if the military talent is overwhelmingly superior if the youngest Confucius Mo Yu-cheon who has no foundation and no allies in the family succeeds the family it will eventually lead to the division of the Yeonmok Swordmaster.
‘okay. This is the right thing to do.’
Even if the eldest son Mo Yeong-ho is somewhat vicious he is the eldest son.
It’s not my mother’s house or any other place but Geumhwa Seokgajang so it’s enough to support me.
In many ways it was right for him the eldest son to become the successor.
The only thing that bothers me is
[The congressman couldn’t do anything so how could a radiologist do anything…]
[It won’t take long. All you have to do is pretend not to notice for about an hour.]
[….]
[This is a phrase used in Mongseong. If we find out there will be no conflict with the retainers or the second child Mok Eun-pyeong.]
Jangju’s official seal.
If there is an official he can nominate any number of successors.
The division of vassals can also be prevented.
‘Is it possible?’
However I could not erase a bit of doubt.
How can a master who only uses witchcraft or magic be able to find out where the master is from the mouth of a master who is on the verge of losing his breath?
I also felt like I was wasting my time doing something pointless.
‘You’re talking about magic but you’re not trying to find out by scaring Jangju who is weakened by his illness with medicine or something like that right?’
No matter how much the first Confucius Mo Yeong-ho wanted to become the successor that was not the case.
It is an insult to the chieftain who swore loyalty.
-closely!
Power went into Jang Myeong-in’s hands.
‘Yeah that’s not true.’
I was told to leave the area empty for about an hour but I’ll have to check just in case.
He said you shouldn’t interfere so if you just look there won’t be any major problems.
Accordingly the head of the house Jang Myeong-in passed through the royal palace and headed toward the main building.
* * *
-Sigh!
Mo Gyeong-un placed his hand on the neck of Bangsa Myoshin where the veins were bulging.
Myoshin’s pulse stopped beating as he had stopped breathing.
After confirming this Mok Gyeong-un returned with a dull expression.
‘It’s okay.’
It didn’t feel like he died at the hands of anyone.
Mysterious death.
Myoshin’s death was like that.
-Srurr!
At that time a large bloodless monk appeared above the dead Myosin.
Around his neck hung prayer beads made of crackling skulls.
Mu Qingyun stretched out his hand and touched it.
Then the monk’s ghostly white eyes emitting an eerie glow shook.
“You wear something interesting around your neck.”
-……
The reason was simple.
This was because he could directly contact himself as a spirit.
Mo Kyung-un asked while fiddling with the skull prayer beads.
“You said you would be a faithful slave what should I call you?”
In response to Mo Gyeong-un’s question the large monk who was still muttered something quietly.
It looks like he just keeps his mouth shut.
-……
This was not something that human hearing could hear.
But it sounded right to Mok Kyung-un’s ears.
“Demon horse? It seems like a title not a name. “It doesn’t matter because all you have to do is sing something.”
The monster called himself a demon monk.
Mok Gyeong-un who looked at the horse like this and smiled tiredly soon turned his head and looked at Jang-ju who was unconscious with his arm cut off.
Mo Kyung-un stroked his chin.
“Hmm.”
He was worried.
Would it be better to kill Jangju or keep him alive?
It didn’t take long to worry.
If he had to kill Jangju right away he would be in a difficult position.
Therefore it was better to keep him alive.
“Then I guess I’ll have to change the composition a bit. Horse riding. “Can you move that person to Lord Jang?”
-……
Hearing Mok Gyeong-un’s words the demon monk who had been quiet shook his head.
Mok Kyung-un muttered as if he was slightly disappointed.
“Are you sure you can’t do it?”
-……
Since he killed Bang Bang he thought it would be possible to exert physical force but surprisingly he didn’t know that he couldn’t exert such simple physical force.
Or is he intentionally acting like he can’t do it?
furthermore
-Srurr!
The moment the part of the body that was materialized was touched by sunlight it disappeared like a haze.
The phenomenon was similar to a shadow disappearing into light.
‘This is a difficult area to understand.’
It was interesting but difficult to understand.
Mok Gyeong-un’s gaze turned to the endorsement box of the deceased Bangsa Myoshin.
There were several books related to magic there.
If we refer to that wouldn’t we be able to understand a little more about this strange being?
-Jump! Damn it!
At that time I heard the sound of footsteps on the floor outside the door.
Soon Howie Gochan’s voice was heard from outside the room.
“Not yet?”
“Please come in.”
At these words Howie Gochan opened the door and came in.
Gochan’s eyes widened as he opened the door.
“What is this…”
What surprised Gochan was the dead Bangsa Myoshin.
I thought he was practicing magic but I couldn’t help but be embarrassed to see him lose his life in the meantime.
But what was surprising was that the guard Gochan did not seem to be able to see Ma Seung.
Mok Kyung-un asked pointing to the left with his head.
“What do you see here?”
“yes?”
“I guess I can’t see it…”
-……
“Ah… Is that so?”
“yes?”
“no. “I didn’t say that to Gochan’s escort.”
‘!?’
Gochan frowned at those words.
So does that mean you were just talking to yourself?
While he was wondering Mok Kyung-un looked to his left and said something unintelligible.
“no. “I don’t think he needs to show himself.”
-……
“Confucius? “What are you saying?”
Mok Kyung-un smiled and said to him who was confused.
“Don’t worry. Rather would you please move the person there in front of Lord Jang?”
“no. “Why on earth is Confucius emitting radiation?”
The appearance of Bangsa Myoshin was extremely bizarre.
The veins all over his face were bulging and protruding in a disgusting way and his expression was full of pain shock and fear.
‘How on earth was he murdered….is this what murder looks like?’
Is it poison?
It’s strange to even call it poison.
It was beyond bizarre.
‘Isn’t this guy the one who killed him?’
Even if its blood was toxic it was quite different.
But it doesn’t seem like he was killed in a physical way so what the hell?
While I was not understanding the English text Mok Gyeong-un spoke.
“Could you please move it without looking at it?”
“yes yes.”
Gochan must have noticed that he said the same thing twice so he hurriedly moved the dead Bangsa Myosin in front of Jangju.
Then Mok Gyeong-un said.
“Please knock him down in front of him as naturally as possible. “It’s like he went crazy alone and died.”
‘what?’
How do I defeat it so that it looks like it goes crazy and dies on its own?
Gochan who was embarrassed just casually knocked down Myoshin’s body.
He did as he was told but what was his intention?
‘Could it be that Bang Bang is trying to blame him for doing all of this?’
It may seem that way if you look at the messed up state of the room.
The one fortunate thing was that Jangju was still alive.
His arm was cut off but it was better than death.
“Confucius…what are you going to do now?”
“Ah I forgot something important.”
In response to Go Chan’s question Mok Gyeong-un picked up the sword that had fallen on the floor.
Mok Gyeong-un holding the sword approached the bed where Jangju was and swung it back and forth.
– Swish!
“Let’s do it like this. “The doctor who was trying to treat Jangju with magic was possessed by a ghost so we stopped him from cutting off Jangju’s arm and killing him.”
“…”
At those words Howie Gochan clicked his tongue inwardly.
In the meantime he came up with a plausible excuse to escape.
Certainly if you saw Bangsa Myoshin dead it seemed like he died in a strange way as if he was covered in something.
but
‘Is it easy to believe?’
The great lady was not a petty woman.
Gochan who was thinking about not talking about it soon spoke cautiously.
“Confucius…If you try to deceive someone clumsily you might arouse suspicion.”
“Are you clumsy?”
“It was truly a coincidence but if we say that we showed up at the perfect moment and saved Lord Zhang there is no way the Great Lady would be easily convinced. Moreover this radiologist was hired by him so even more so….”
“okay. “It should look more plausible.”
-Sigh!
At that time Mok Gyeong-un held the sword soldier upside down.
While I was wondering what he was going to do he suddenly brought the tip of the sword to my thigh.
“The late Confucius? “What are you going to do now?”
“It has to look plausible. “This should be enough.”
“Now….wait…..”
It was before I could even stop him.
-Poof!
The sharp sword pierced Mo Kyung-un’s thigh.
‘!!!!!’
Gochan’s expression hardened at this sight.
Not just pinching but stabbing one’s own thigh with the sword without the slightest hesitation?
What’s even more absurd is that it must have been painful but I didn’t even groan.
No there was no change in facial expression.
‘Oh it doesn’t even hurt?’
Even he would have gritted his teeth and frowned if he wanted to endure the pain.
But this guy’s expression showed little change as if he wasn’t feeling any pain.
‘Poisonous guy…’
He really had no choice but to stick his tongue out.
It’s surprising that he stabs himself in the thigh without hesitation even though he doesn’t want to arouse suspicion but it’s really just poisonous.
“There’s no need to go this far…”
“Because this is the most effective.”
“I will stop the bleeding!”
“no. “I need to lose a little more blood to make my complexion look a little pale.”
“……..”
I’m getting more and more scared of this guy.
‘You should never make an enemy of this crazy guy…’
-bang!
At that moment the door burst open and someone came inside.
Gochan was startled when he saw him.
“Head of my house?”
The middle-aged man with the scar under his left eye was none other than Jang Myeong-in the head of the house.
Actually he wasn’t surprised.
Since he was in charge of the security of the main building he was supposed to be stationed here from the beginning.
What was even more strange was that he was away.
-visor!
At that time the head of the house Jang Myeong-in pulled a sword from his belt and pointed it at them.
“What have you done?”
Guard Gochan waved his hand at his words.
“My lord. It’s a misunderstanding. Confucius and I…”
It was before he could even make an excuse.
“Well….Before that Lord Jang….”
-thud!
‘!?’
Mok Gyeong-un tilts and falls down next to him.
Guard Gochan looking at that scene was momentarily at a loss for words.
Was he really pretending to faint just now?
You also said it as if you were asking Jangju to take care of Jangju before your own safety?
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