<Episode 82: Shaolin Temple (4)>
“yes. Those footprints are the traces of that time.
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes caught a glimpse of the words of the Great Master Jang Gyeong-gak-ju.
Although I did not know exactly what the Hundred Eight Arhat Jinn (百八羅漢陣) was I was able to understand from the name itself that it was a camp made up of a hundred and eight people.
But you destroyed the combined attack strategy of 108 people with just one advance?
It was quite an interesting story.
At that time Cheongnyeong’s voice rang in my head.
-…That’s ridiculous.
-yes?
-Hundred eight armament is not a simple formation. Baekpalna Hanjin is said to be the most perfect among all the successful candidates.
– So?
– That’s not it it’s great that a single person was able to break it but to go beyond that and do it in one go…
She couldn’t continue her story.
The masters who perform Nahanjin are top-notch masters.
The power of Jinbeop is doubled just by having a Jin (陣).
However being able to break that enormous ship of 108 people in one go meant that the level was unimaginable.
-You are a true ruler.
Ruler.
There is a saying that one step or one action dominates everything.
As she said if it was possible to do that with just one step it was worthy of being given that title.
Mok Kyung-un approached the footprints and asked.
“If they even carve a tombstone to raise awareness in Shaolin then the owner of these footprints must be an outsider and not a Shaolin person right?”
“Amitabha Buddha. “Yes.”
The monks of Shaolin Temple called these footprints a disgrace.
However the reason they left this behind was to let go of their pride in being the master of martial arts in the Jungwon and to reflect on themselves and raise awareness.
‘It’s just one advance…’
At that time Mok Gyeong-un asked putting the sole of his foot towards the footprints with eyes full of curiosity.
“Do you know who this person is?”
“…I know but please understand that I cannot reveal it because it is silently forbidden.”
“All right.”
Mok Gyeong-un smiled at the words of the ambassador.
I think I can understand it somehow.
An incredible formation that even the young people could not help but marvel at was broken in just one advance and no matter how much it was left for the sake of awareness it would be difficult to reveal this easily.
“Then go back.”
“Yes ah! “May I ask whether the person who left this was Yukcheon or something like that?”
“…It’s a very old thing. That was hundreds of years ago. So you don’t have to have any doubts. dole.”
“I’m sorry. “Because I’m weak at curiosity.”
-widely!
With those words Mok Gyeong-un aligned the soles of his feet with the footprints.
This was a thoughtless action.
In fact perhaps these people are often present and even Ambassador Gongjeon who is a member of the Tripitaka Koreana smiled lightly as if he was familiar with them.
But that was right then.
-Shudder!
The moment he touched the sole of his foot Mo Kyung-un’s vision turned black.
As the entire field of vision turned black and nothing could be seen with the naked eye Mok Gyeong-un instinctively knew that his imagination had unfolded.
‘what?’
Mok Kyung-un frowned at the sudden strange phenomenon.
But then although it was not my intention the magical power of my three eyes arose spontaneously and a strange scene unfolded before my eyes.
It was right here.
It felt a little different but there were 108 monks holding batons spreading out their lines and surrounding someone.
That someone was a person with a demon mask and blood-red hair.
‘Blood-red hair?’
Something feels familiar.
The moment I saw that hair I thought of Yukcheonho So Yerin.
At that time an old monk shouted to the surrounding monks.
[Go and bring a piece of incense.]
[yes. Ambassador Bangjang.]
At this some monks put their hands together and tried to run.
[There is no need for that.]
With those words an unknown person wearing a demon mask stepped forward lightly holding his back.
-thud!
-dump! dump! dump!
At that moment the hundred and eight Arhat monks who were aiming their batons rolled their eyes and fell to the floor.
‘!!!!!!!!!!’
It was a very surprising thing.
Everyone must have been shocked so the hall suddenly fell silent.
However unlike them Mok Gyeong-un looking at this could see numerous repetitive flows of energy spreading in all directions in his right eye.
‘This?’
This was not an ordinary energy but an innate energy and it created a repetitive flow and a great suggestion.
This flow of energy was similar to the hints shown by the six-blooded Danbaekha but it reached a higher level than that.
It was something that would be difficult to even imitate if there was no structure to control the flow.
-Shudder!
At that moment the thirty different types of words that had been scattered in Mok Gyeong-un’s mind began to combine.
The Pasapal-style structure which had been stagnant for a long time was established as a single form.
‘The extremity of the theater is so heavy that it is extremely expensive.
Once the structure was established it remained as a form in my mind.
Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes became strange as he gained another Pasapal-style expression at a completely unexpected moment.
‘ah….’
If I hadn’t seen this scene in my mind I would never have thought of this Pasapal style structure.
This was because it was a form of composition that was difficult to get a feel for at all.
At that time voices rang in Mokgyeongun’s ears.
-Rebirth?
“dole?”
It was the voice of Cheongryeong and Jang Gyeong-gakju the ambassadors.
The moment I recognized their voices the scene before my eyes disappeared and I soon came out of the image.
When Mok Kyung-un returned to reality he let out a small exclamation.
“ah….”
-Why are sentient beings like that?
“Are you okay Lord?”
In response to their question Mok Gyeong-un waved his hand lightly as if it was okay.
However contrary to what was said the magic power of the Three Eyes was still open in the right eye so the texture of the Seoncheonjingi was still vaguely visible in the center of the footprint in Mu Kyungyun’s field of vision.
‘Was it because of this?’
This grain became a single grain and led Mok Gyeong-un to an image.
Mok Gyeong-un whose imagination was much deeper than that of others was able to read the will remaining in Gu-gyeol.
But coincidentally there was still a faint feeling of energy centered on the soles of my feet so I was able to fall into a mental state.
‘Who is it?’
A man with blood-red hair wearing a demon mask.
Clearly that man is the one who made these footprints mentioned by the Great Master Jang Gyeong-gak-ju.
However it was said that it clearly happened hundreds of years ago and if the remnants of that energy still remain I couldn’t even guess how great it must have been.
‘…I guess they said that the level of the former Murim was higher than the current one for no reason.’
Mok Gyeong-un who was clicking his tongue soon lifted his foot from the footprint.
He then pointed towards the cave with his hand and said:
“It’s okay let’s go.”
“Amitabha Buddha. All right.”
Ambassador Gongjeon who looked worried as he stumbled with a dazed look on his face soon put his hands together and began guiding again.
* * *
At the same time the square of Nahangak.
There Nyeopchun Mongmuyak Jaejeongjeong Marahyeon Seonghwaryeongju was waiting with a somewhat anxious look.
Originally they too were going to follow Mo Qingyun to Hangma-dong.
However due to the dissuasion of Hangmagakju he had to remain here.
[There is not a single monster in Hangma-dong. If many people other than anti-demon monks who are not familiar with magic enter it will provoke them. So please wait for a moment.]
As a result those who only sent Mok Gyeong-un could not help but be concerned.
If Mokyungun can safely control the monster he will be able to escape Shaolin but if not things will get even more complicated.
In fact I could have gotten out safely if I had just given up on this monster but I felt like I had made things complicated so I had mixed feelings.
But it was difficult for them to express dissatisfaction with him.
That was because his trust in Mok Gyeong-un deepened after seeing him not abandon Mok Gyeong-un even if it was just a strange thing.
‘I have no choice but to trust my lord now.’
I just hoped that my lord would succeed.
Apostate monk Jaejeong looked at someone dissatisfied.
He was the Daedeok ambassador from Gyeyulwonju.
He always valued discipline and was particularly stubborn among the Shaolin leaders.
He never once gave up his will.
‘Fucking hit.’
He always seemed to be blocking his path which made him upset for no reason.
Then he soon made eye contact with Ambassador Daedeok and Jae-jeong glared at him perhaps because he was in a broken position compared to before.
‘Tsk tsk.’
Ambassador Daedeok clicked his tongue at Jaejaejeong’s attitude.
Even though he was ordered to be dismissed he was once the chief of a monk and seeing him look at him like he was going to kill him it seems like it was a good idea to get him kicked out long ago.
Even if Master Gongjeon had not intervened and said something about that damn great power he would have caught him right away and destroyed even the dantian thereby reaping his martial arts skills.
‘hmm.’
Anyway opportunities like this were rare.
It was said that he had mastered the great power of Musang which no one in Shaolin could restore and he had just left it alone.
However since I came to Shaolin on my own I felt like I had to come up with some kind of excuse to make them confess the truth about the power of gratuitous power.
As long as the arrogant vassal who has mastered the magic fails to control the monster there will be ample opportunity.
Since the Lord is willing to go to such trouble just to protect a monster if you provoke him a little he will give you a reason to subdue it on his own.
It was a car that was sorting out its own intentions.
At that time a monk from the Gyeyuwon came into Nahangak.
“Amitabha Buddha. line.”
“What’s going on?”
In response the monk quietly whispered something into the ear of Master Daedeok of Gyeyulwonju.
Master Daedeok who heard this glanced at Mok Gyeong-un’s companions and Yosu Heum-won who were quietly waiting in the middle of the square.
“Hoo. That’s right this is it.”
Soon the corners of Ambassador Daedeok’s mouth rose faintly.
* * *
As we were passing through the entrance to the cave hall in the form of several semi-buildings Master Janggyeonggakju Gongjeon spoke at the front of Hoegeum-dong (悔禁洞).
“But honestly I was surprised. dole.”
“….”
“He is said to be a monk who practices Buddhism but as a warrior I have never seen someone who studied so deeply at a young age like the Lord.”
Mok Gyeong-un quickly expressed gratitude for his selfless praise.
“That’s too much praise.”
“If it’s not rude may I ask the donor’s age?”
“Seventeen… no I’m eighteen as of yesterday.”
I had completely forgotten but now that I think about it yesterday was my birthday.
He really didn’t know if it was the day he was born but it was the day his grandfather always celebrated.
“yes?”
At that time Ambassador Gongjeon looked puzzled and asked a question.
‘!?’
For a moment Mok Gyeong-un thought it was a mistake.
All the way to Hangma-dong I was planning a contingency plan in my head in case I was unable to use the monster as a food spirit or failed to control it.
So he answered his age without much thought and he was currently wearing a bast mask.
Bast Myeongu’s face was in his mid-twenties and he answered like this so he must have found this strange.
But fortunately
“Hehehe. Amitabha Buddha. I apologize. I think Binseung still lacks Buddhism. This may also be a prejudice. “I thought he was older than that because he studied poetry so deeply.”
“Ah… yes.”
He was concerned about other things than the somewhat mismatched facial features and age.
In fact perhaps because he thought it was amazing that he had reached such a level at an age when he had not even entered his contract Ambassador Gongjeon was constantly exclaiming in exasperation.
“Huh. It is a pre-existence. “Seonjae.”
He truly considered Mok Gyeong-un’s military fortune to be amazing.
He asked this almost before Hangma-dong.
“As a monk who has become a monk it is not right for me to be interested in the secular world but I would like to hear at least the name of my savior who is likely to become even more prestigious in the future. “Could you please inform Bin Seung of this?”
Mok Kyung-un thought about his question for a moment.
He had been hiding his real name from the beginning and since he had just recently left the imperial capital it was difficult to reveal the name he used in the Heaven and Earth Association no matter how favorable the ambassador was to him.
So I was trying to say a random name or a pseudonym but then something came to mind.
[I thought about calling you Jeong but that doesn’t suit you either.]
At this Mok Kyung-un chuckled and said.
“Heavenly Demon… It’s the Heavenly Demon.”
