Episode 1593 Even Buddha abandoned you. (3)
It may have been a sight that someone should have seen and engraved in their eyes.
However, the Shaolin monks did not see the majestic side of the dharma world.
A bellowing sound sounded, and the Shaolin monks poured out their fists one after another.
Quang! bang! bang!
It is a discipline that has been consistently trained to spread the will of Buddha and thereby save those who are suffering. That weight completely blocked those who tried to reach out to the courts and the legal community.
Quang!
“You can’t go!”
That solemn voice that was soft and heavy is no longer there. It was a bloody cry filled with a longing for something that was not desperately desired.
“Get out of the way, you guys! “I’m being stubborn!”
A series of swords came flying in from all directions.
Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly!
No matter how hard I worked all my life, I couldn’t stop the mixed and tangled people from throwing swords from all directions.
A Shaolin monk’s whole body was cut red by a merciless blade in an instant.
“Didn’t I say I couldn’t go?”
Quang!
However, even while blood was flowing all over the body, the Shaolin monks held on to their enemies.
Jeokho, who came running late, had a hard look on his face.
The tightly knit Shaolin monks are holding on to those pursuing the court. Even while a knife is being stabbed in the back, he grabs the ankle of the person who goes first and does not let go.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
Anyone who has taken refuge in Buddhism speaks of the evil that comes out of their mouths, but the sound uttered by those who throw away their lives is quite different.
Death is scary for everyone.
But they are accepting that death. If death is unavoidable, then to protect something with that death.
Wasn’t this the reason why the lotus flower blooming in the mud became a symbol of Buddhism?
“I can’t go until I die.”
A Shaolin monk hangs down, holding on to someone who is advancing, blood pouring out of his mouth in a lump. It was a tenacity that was comparable to that of Maninbang, but it was clearly different from the madness shown by the Saspas.
“⋯⋯You’re being manipulative.”
Jeokho gritted his teeth.
I could clearly see the legal world staggering away in the distance and the court riding on its back.
We can’t miss them like this. The situation is as if victory has already been decided. The neck of the court will further solidify that victory. And it will become a symbol that will elevate the name of the defeated army to the most shining place in the world.
“Don’t miss it!”
Quang!
Jeokho kicked the ground and jumped over the tangled crowd. No, I tried to jump over it.
But at that moment, dozens of fiery sparks poured out in front of him. It exploded all at once as if salty, so Jeokho had no choice but to flinch for a moment and swing his sword.
Sigh!
The power that flew in was torn apart by the strong force. That was all, but the aftermath was enough to prevent the jumping enemy from going any further. I held my feet for just a moment longer.
Wow!
Jeokho bit his lip.
They are in a position to fend off attacks coming from all directions. In the meantime, in order to attack the enemy, he would have had to not hesitate to have a sword stuck in his body.
However, the power that instantly came to him was at least ten.
None of those Shaolin monks took care of my body.
Even as his anger was welling up, Jeokho was momentarily relieved.
“This…”
But there is no time to lose here. Now I have to chase after those two. If he misses it like this, everything will end up being his fault.
The moment Jeokho was about to hit the ground again, a Shaolin monk who had shaken off the Sasangs that were clinging to him relentlessly rushed towards him.
“Ahhh!”
A fiery glow emerges from the outstretched hand. Jeokho caught a glimpse of the scene with cold eyes and immediately drew a horizontal line.
Sigh!
The huge seal split into red pottery, and a long line was engraved on the Shaolin monk’s body.
“Ah…my…”
The strength drains from the Shaolin monk’s body. But it never stopped. Even though he was shaky as if he was going to fall at any moment, he managed to walk towards Jeokho, step by step.
chin.
A hand gesture no bigger than a child’s fist touched Jeokho’s chest.
Is the court really worth this? Just because he’s the head of the room?
“⋯⋯Is the person called the head of the room so valuable to you?”
That’s why I asked. Without even expecting an answer.
But an unexpected answer flowed from the mouth of the stumbling Shaolin monk.
“It’s no different…”
“⋯⋯What?”
A gentle energy appears on the pain-stricken face.
“Well… no matter who it is, anyone other than the room leader… is worth risking my life for…”
Jeokho’s face distorted.
Suddenly!
The sword cut off the opponent’s head in one fell swoop.
The body that lost its head soon collapsed.
This may have been momentary mercy rather than hatred. Jeokho, who took a cold look at the body that only needed to be frozen, raised his head and glared at the Shaolin monks.
“Anyone…”
The eyes of Shaolin monks are different. It was filled with something that even Red Tiger, who had witnessed countless deaths and crossed the firing line, could not understand.
“Even if the upper head is a moron, does that mean the lower part is not rotten?”
Of course, Jeokho cannot sympathize. But even if you can’t sympathize, you can probably respect it.
Perhaps they will never open the way to the enemy until their lives are over. No, maybe even after his life is over.
“If you really want that…”
Jeokho held the sword tightly.
“I will do as you wish.”
❀ ❀ ❀
Kaang!
Swords and hands collide.
It is not a waste to say that Zhong Li-hyung’s martial arts sword technique was famous and unheard of. It was quick, agile, and sophisticated.
Even given the situation, his sword was more powerful than usual. Several fierce attacks rushed towards the enemy, looking for an opening.
But… In fact, Zhongli-hyung was in despair at this moment. It was as if I was swinging a sword at the ocean.
‘This is…’
Dozens, maybe even hundreds of hands.
Hundreds of hands, each taking on a different shape, are covering him. As if hundreds of people were reaching out for him at the same time.
‘Thousand-faced hands!’
It is the season of reading by Dam Yeo-hae, the monk of Cheonmyeon. Cheonmyeonsoo, who gave Master Cheonmyeon the title of the best master of the Four Schools, brought endless despair to Zhong Lihyeong.
Of course, you might be able to win.
Although the opponent is Dam Yeo-hae, the supreme monk of the four factions and the head of that Hao clan, Zhong Li-hyung is also a common scholar. His Bokma Sword Technique, which contains communal purification, was never inferior to Dam Yeo-hae’s Jang-gong.
Yes, I might be able to win.
If only I had time to destroy all that brilliant handwork one by one without rushing.
But what Zhongli-hyung lacked right now was ‘time’. In a situation where everything is collapsing and the enemy is narrowing the siege by the minute, there is no time to leisurely destroy the opponent’s martial arts skills.
“Hwaaaaaap!”
Zong Li-hyeong hurriedly lashed out with his sword.
It was a powerful blow that, if countered, would be enough to push the opponent away. However, the opponent’s hand never dealt with his sword skills fairly.
The youthful despair in Zhong Li-hyung’s eyes grew infinitely deeper as he looked at the swimmers leisurely flowing out their swords and dominating all directions.
“It’s Vicki!”
Kagak!
Once again, the sword outstretched in a vicious manner became entangled with the shadows of the hand. Then, Jang Young, taking on different forms, entwined his sword as if it were a living human hand.
“You seem to be in a hurry.”
“A thousand faces…”
“But I’m not that urgent.”
Brother Cheonmyeon sneered with the face of a young man. The old, grayish voice and the taut face of a young man without a single wrinkle did not match at all, giving me an unpleasant feeling of discomfort. A chill ran down Jong-ri-hyung’s spine.
“So, what would it be like for Jang Moon-in to enjoy it leisurely?”
“Aaaahhh!”
Even before the monk Cheonmyeon’s words are finished, the screams of someone dying reach Zhong Li-hyeong’s ears.
“Aaaahhh!”
Zhongli-hyung let out a sound similar to that scream and violently shook his sword.
“Hahaha!”
Brother Cheonmyeon’s loud laughter overlapped with the scream. Zhongli-hyung’s eyes quickly turned red.
‘why!’
How did we end up in this situation? He didn’t do anything wrong! Even if you made a mistake, there’s no reason to be in such a miserable situation, right? It is unfair. He was mortified.
“Get out of the way! “It’s Vicky!”
“Tsk tsk. It’s so ugly. “It’s because a person named Jang-mun of the Japanese family has let go of even the bare minimum of physical pain like this.”
Blatant ridicule poured in.
A feeling of resentment, humiliation, and other indescribable emotions swept over Zhongliheng.
His gaze suddenly turned to the side without me realizing it. To see with my own eyes the culprit who unleashed this hell.
And Jong-ri-hyeong opened his eyes wide.
“I…”
Even though he was in the middle of a fierce battle and knew that even a moment of inattention could cost him his life, he was completely lost.
It had to be that way.
The court was fleeing. Riding on the back of the legal world.
‘You lost…?’
That court?
No, no. That’s not important.
What matters now is not the fact that the court lost to Jang Il-so, but the fact that he is running away, leaving everyone behind.
So many people have been driven to death, and not only the community and Panga, but even Shaolin is struggling in the pit of hell.
‘alone? Are you going to leave us alone and run away alone? ‘Did things get to this point?’
As soon as I realized the situation, my blood started to surge. My whole body heated up, and unbearable anger assaulted my entire body.
‘You want to survive alone?’
Paaaaat!
Through the sword that was disheveled due to anger, the hand of the monk Cheonmyeon struck Zong Lihyeong’s chest.
Zhongli-hyung was pushed backwards, blood spurting out of his mouth. However, the hatred that flashed in his eyes was not directed to Brother Cheonmyeon.
“Law…”
Unbearable anger burst out in a scream from inside Zhongli-hyung’s stomach.
“Law!”
It was a desperate voice that could shake the entire battlefield.
❀ ❀ ❀
The gaze that looked down at me as if it were funny sent a tingling sensation all over my flawless skin.
Soon, a voice full of authority and dignity came out.
“Anyone who becomes a monarch must value his own life the most.”
However, perhaps because he was asserting too much authority, his voice somehow felt light.
Pengyeop wordlessly placed his fingertips on the sword stuck at his side. My hands were shaking terribly. It was so cooked in the heat that it was crushed to pieces, so it was impossible to hold the knife with that hand and pull it out.
And in fact… even if you were able to grab and draw this sword, the outcome wouldn’t change much. Because this sword was not the only thing stuck in his body.
“You may have had the ability to lead a family, but it seems you lacked the ability to become a proper monarch.”
“⋯⋯.”
“No matter how powerful a group is, if it loses its head, it becomes a ragtag group. You should have run away from me instead of confronting me. Even if it means killing everyone left here.”
“Cough.”
A cough mixed with the sound of the wind flowed out from Pengyeop’s mouth.
That may be true.
If you look at what he looks like now. Doesn’t the fact that he can’t even fall down with his own strength, with weapons stuck all over his body, prove that what the author said is correct?
I don’t think there was a difference in skill.
What was different was just the mindset. Peng Yeop lacked the cold rationality to step forward and fight without hesitation in ordering numerous people to attack together.
It may be a cowardly thing for an unmanned person, but for someone leading a group, there was no more reasonable or natural choice.
Pengyeop forced open his eyes that kept closing and looked around.
A terrible scene can be seen behind the arrogant Sun sign.
There is so much death, but in the midst of it all, you can see the Panga people making a desperate escape. Although his vision was blurry, he could see clearly in his eyes.
The number is at most a few dozen. Compared to the number that brought us here, it is nothing more than a bloodshed.
Was there any meaning in throwing away his life just to save dozens of people?
“Little people tend to give meaning to meaningless things. But a true monarch risks his life only for what is valuable. That Shaolin leader seems to know that fact.”
“⋯⋯.”
“Not knowing that is the reason you die, lowly one.”
A laugh escaped Pengyeop’s mouth.
“It’s worth it…”
Gradually, vision becomes blurred to the point where it is difficult to distinguish shapes. Soon, the world began to turn black from the edges.
Meanwhile, the last thing I saw was the young warriors of Paengga who had broken through the enemy’s siege.
“⋯⋯Then in my own way⋯⋯.”
“Hmm?”
“⋯⋯Not bad.”
The Sun Palace Lord, who was looking at Pengyeop, frowned.
But Pengyeop had already lost his strength and his head was hanging down.
dump.
Pengyeop’s body fell sideways. It was a miserable sight with more than a dozen blades stuck in its entire body.
The Sun Palace looked at this in silence for a moment, then snorted and turned around.
“It’s an insignificant death.”
A heartless voice rang through the ears of the fallen Pangyeop.
‘Brother…’
He vaguely remembers his brother’s eyes looking at him in a world filled with darkness.
‘⋯⋯I have no regrets.’
In the cold, approaching sense of death, Pengyeop’s empty pupils chased after something they could not reach.
‘No… actually…’
Pengyeop’s hands went limp.
His death was mourned in silence, with no one watching but his beloved soldier who was thrown away.
