Episode 327 Lord of Evil
“What is your intention in drawing me?”
I looked at the white student.
“Hey Baekuimuje.”
“….”
“You shouldn’t suspect that there is always malicious intent hidden in a person’s words. Listen carefully. There’s no need to ruin your appearance anyway. “I will draw it with my eyes closed because the Murimmaeng has seen it all.”
“I guess so.”
“He is an excellent painter. There will be no background in the picture. It is a painting of a scholar dressed in a clean white robe holding a fan, and the title is “White Ui Muje.” In the margin, I will write down the poem I recited. “If this happens, what will the painting commemorate?”
It was only then that the white-robed student realized what I meant.
“It’s a painting commemorating the defeat of Emperor Wu of Xiwen.”
“right. There’s nothing in the blank space. The clouds will scatter. “Then what is this?”
“Jeunjong.”
“It would be okay to just put two lines on the cloud. Even though the Emperor in the preface is in a hurry to chase after him, the Emperor in his white robe also stands out. It is both a record and a picture that allows you to remember a moment forever. Actually, that might be the essence of art. Everyone has a lifespan and will disappear someday. But this art is an immortal record. “Just like you are obsessed with books.”
The white-robed student who had been listening quietly answered.
“good night. “Why do you want to gift me this art?”
I answered in accordance with the mental world of a white-robed student.
“You don’t need money.”
“why.”
“Because you are a person who can become rich at any time if you want to become rich. “Saving money is neither your interest nor the goal you pursue.”
The white-robed student tilted his head and looked at me.
“Then do you know what my interests are?”
What is the reason for asking this? The answer I thought of for a moment was martial arts, but seeing him ask this question made me think that it was not martial arts.
The white-robed student asked again while pouring alcohol into his glass.
“Don’t you know?”
As I looked around this empty floor with no one around, I easily came up with the answer.
“Of course I knew it before.”
“What is it?”
“human.”
The white-robed student muttered while drinking.
“Human… what if it’s more specific than that?”
I answered with my head tilted crookedly.
“slave.”
“I think I’m pretty knowledgeable about the world, but I can’t understand what’s going on in your head. “Can you tell me how you came up with it?”
I answered in a calm tone.
“There were too many circumstances. “But I would be offended if I told you what the reasoning was based on.”
“Even if it feels unpleasant, it’s better to ask questions.”
I nodded.
“We talked after the fight with senior Shingae last time.”
The white-robed student nodded.
“I was listening to your threats rather than a conversation.”
I said while looking into the white student’s eyes.
“I found out then that not only was Seon-Ak Cheonak a slave, but you were also a slave.”
“….”
“This is my reasoning.”
It seems like he had expected it. Nevertheless, the white-clothed student swallowed his saliva once and looked at the glass with embarrassed eyes. The silence of the white-robed scholar spoke volumes.
The white student looked at me and said.
“I suddenly want to smash your head, but I’ll try to hold back.”
“What can I say… there are many people in the world who don’t even know they are slaves.”
“….”
“For example, the Sword Demon was also a slave before he left the Demonic Cult. The title of left master is another way of saying slave. If I were to have my hard-earned money stolen by a black sword while I was still working as a Jeomsoy, that would also be slavery. When you become independent in an environment that is difficult to escape from, you become human, whether it is mental independence or physical independence. From then on, you are no longer a slave. “You became a student and I became Hao Wen-ju.”
The white student looked at me and asked.
“What about the Sword Demon?”
“I became a swordsman.”
The white-robed student was lost in thought for a moment, holding his chin with his hand. It seemed like he was reminiscing about old times.
After a while, the white-robed student spoke.
“I did study slavery.”
“however.”
“Where will slavery end? Who are the people who saw the end of slavery? I thought about, studied, and researched things that no one was interested in. I found out a few things. “Those who have reached the end of slavery… who are they?”
I was able to answer because the white coat student was kind enough to explain.
“The ghost of the old headquarters.”
“I predict that if these ghosts join forces, they can even kill a master of the Three Talents.”
“no way?”
“How can you believe it? Even heavenly evil and an open ark cannot handle them all. There is only one person they hold in awe of. “Who could that be?”
“He must be the leader of the cult.”
“What I want to say is not just the religious leader now. Including all previous religious leaders, current religious leaders, and future religious leaders. These ghosts respect the person who becomes the leader of the cult. Is this a magic tradition? Even if the cult leader changes and a guy with no blood on his head becomes the cult leader, the ghosts will respect the cult leader.”
“No way?”
“You still don’t understand.”
“A magician can respect even men who are weaker than him or even a young religious leader?”
“That’s the way it is.”
“On what basis?”
“The ghosts know they are abnormal. What did you pursue that got you so ruined? The goal I wanted to achieve while walking Sima Oedo. That is not the position of a religious leader, but a heavenly demon. For them, the leader is the most suitable candidate. Before becoming the Cheonma, the position of Il-inji and Man-in-ji was Gyoju, and the Cheonma position was always vacant. The reason we respect the religious leader is because there is an underlying expectation that this person has the potential to become a Heavenly Demon in the future. This is old madness. Most people don’t understand at all. “That’s why you die if you say the word ‘demon religion.’”
“Heavenly Demon God Religion.”
“right. They think they are the Cult of the Heavenly Demon, but how can bugs use the word “Cult of the Demon Cult”…? Anyway, this is the end of slavery in my opinion. How on earth were these slaves made? “You killed the one who had left it out to test it.”
“You mean the butcher?”
“The next part of my experiment on the Butcher was to make him believe that he had surpassed me one day. I actually planned to make them believe that and then treat them like slaves regardless. Can I make someone stronger than me my slave? Of course, a harsher despair would have been waiting the moment he confronted me. “I was planning on making my own wraith… but you ruined it.”
The man who had suddenly changed from a white-duty emperor to an evil emperor was glaring at me.
I answered while wearing the life of a white-robed student.
“I messed up, what should I do? Why are your eyes open like that? “Should I pull it out?”
The white-robed student giggled and laughed.
“Why are you so shameless, Munju? You ruined my long-running experiment. “Is that something that would come out so shamelessly?”
I clicked my tongue and answered.
“This bastard will come to his senses if we cut off his limbs one by one.”
“Don’t be mistaken. Your skills are still below mine. Are you going to make that threat again?”
I tapped my temples with my fingers.
“No matter how strong you become, you should always think about why the blind man died. You didn’t even understand the death of blindness. It’s been a while since we’ve met, so let me update you on the current situation. Surprisingly, the Sado First Person was stronger than the real name student. “But what happened?”
“How did he die?”
“My head was smashed.”
“You went in style.”
I nodded.
“I was interested in slavery itself, so I started researching ghosts. Thanks to that, I was able to understand the movements as well. Is there any plan to pit the white-coated military ghost against the cult leader? If there is anything, please report it.”
The white-robed student chuckled.
“Sir, wasn’t that originally your field?”
“Is that so?”
“But it won’t be easy. This is not the first time a ghost has appeared. If it had never appeared, it wouldn’t have been called a ghost. The Sword God, who was thought to have no rival, ended up being seriously injured in the presence of the ghosts. Is that it? Every now and then, whenever he appeared, the experts from the powerhouse would disappear. The reason we started to care in earnest is because even our students have been victimized by ghosts. Of course, the ghost didn’t even know it was a student. However, there were times when we prepared for several years to bring out a ghost and then caught it and killed it ourselves. “Who was that?”
“How do I know?”
“Let’s move on.”
“I think I know who it is because I passed by.”
“who?”
“It must be your master. “Or not.”
The white-robed student continued speaking with an uneasy expression.
“Hey, Moonju. Why did I bring up the story of ghosts? There were masters who appeared in the river once and then disappeared when the ghost disappeared. Sometimes it was just a strong master, and sometimes a master who was not that strong but had built up experience in extreme notes disappeared. The student we suffered was of that type. It’s like being dragged by a ghost like a pig. In the end, when a ghost moves, it means it has a goal. I don’t know because I didn’t ask… but who do you think it is? “The one that the ghost is trying to drag away.”
“Oh shit. no way?”
The white-robed student looked at my expression and suddenly clapped and laughed.
“Ha ha ha ha ha.”
“I guess not. “I’m skinny.”
“There is no need to deny it.”
“If you are a master who possesses the inner strength of the extreme notes, there is a master named Baek Eung-ji’s Mongrang. All you have to do is drag that guy away. “Anyway, why are you kindly telling me this?”
The white-robed student tapped the table with his finger.
“If the old headquarters was here.”
He continued speaking while drawing lines with his fingers.
“This must be the current Demonic Church. As long as the ghosts come and go here, there will be no problem. Because he escaped, the report came to me as well. Since the reporting itself takes time, it means that a lot of distance has already been traveled. You should thank me just for giving me this information. This is information that is difficult for even the Murim League to find out. “Is this something you want to paint?”
“what do you want? Is it because of the six battle swords? It is a martial art whose principles cannot be discerned even by looking at it. Moreover, even if Lord Lim left it in a book, it is a martial art that later generations could not learn.”
“Why is that so?”
“I think it was slightly outside the scope of martial arts. “It even touches the realm of art.”
“It’s not martial arts, it’s art?”
I nodded.
“It’s a kind of training. So even if you know the method, other people can’t unfold it. This is because it takes time and effort. “Is what I’m saying difficult?”
“It seems like a play on words. “How can you say you can’t do it?”
I tapped the table with my fingers like a white-robed student.
“This is the starting point of training.”
A line was drawn to the end of the table.
“…and this is the end of the training. Ordinary people can’t even reach this end. However, the six battle swords are outside this area.”
I twirled my finger in the air next to the table.
“It’s a martial arts skill located in this space. “It’s hard for others to follow suit.”
The white-clothed student’s head moved and he looked at the empty space where my finger was.
“What’s in that empty space?”
I stared blankly at the white-robed student.
“Several. “Subordinates, colleagues, land battle squadron leader, anger, sense of loss, regret, revenge, persistence, intelligence, emptiness, insomnia…”
I looked at the white-robed student in confusion and added one more important thing.
“responsibility.”
“Are you saying that you have to follow everything to learn it?”
“Still, it’s impossible. Yukjeon Daegeom is Lim Maengju’s martial art. Get rid of that damn slave game and martial arts theft and find your own way. Why do you covet Lord Lim’s martial arts skills when you think you are smarter than Lord Lim? Make yours. “Don’t be interested in other people’s things like a thief.”
The white-robed student laughed heartily.
“I got caught unexpectedly and had to fight with the head of the Seomun family, but it was fun thanks to that. But I plan to disappear for a while. You survive well. If I were killed by a ghost, my fun would be gone, so I shouldn’t do that. It’s not my fault if you die. If you live, it’s thanks to me. Don’t forget. “What a ghost… Hiding is the answer.”
“I’m sure you didn’t instigate the ghosts.”
“You should not suspect that there is always malicious intent hidden in a person’s words.”
I got back exactly what I said.
“No one can interact with ghosts. Because there is no one, it stays at the old headquarters. Even the leader cannot be called easily. It’s because they don’t like each other. There is no way the cult leader mentioned you. Maybe you heard from them that the Four Heavenly Kings who were defeated by you were headed to the old headquarters. This is why the Demonic Cult should not be easily messed with. “I’ve said everything you need to say to that arrogant bastard, so get out of here.”
I got up and grabbed the white-robed student.
“Thank you, Untitled. “I hope you get out well too.”
“….”
“The ghosts are especially scary, so dig a cave somewhere and hide there. Do you know anything? “It could be you who the Four Heavenly Kings snitched on.”
“No way.”
“Seniors, we said that while we were fighting Hao Wen-ju, there was a guy who was just watching and drawing pictures. Is that so? What an interesting son of a bitch. I’m going to go out to Gangho for the first time in a while and see that cheap guy’s face. What is the nickname? It is called a white robe student. “I hate these idiots who wear white clothes the most in the world.”
I was having a snowball fight with the white-robed student and at the same time looking at him with a fake smile.
“Be careful, comrade. “Please wear black clothes for the time being.”
I headed towards the stairs and paused for a moment.
“Oh, that won’t work. It’s a white duty system. “What’s with the embarrassingly black clothes?”
The student in white didn’t say anything, so I muttered as I went down the stairs.
“Emperor Wu… That’s a great nickname. But I’m scared of ghosts. I’m so scared. Have you dug all the caves for these slaves? “Dig deeper.”
The voice of a white-robed student was heard from above.
“Shut up.”
“Yes yes.”
He was such a sneaky bastard that it was hard to believe everything he said to me. But anyway, it seems like the ghost is moving. It may be stronger than expected, but strangely enough, I didn’t feel afraid at all.
I don’t know why.
As I headed towards the Murim Alliance, I thought about it for a while and realized what kind of people the ghosts were. So, they are the same type of drunkards that I saw in the bar when I was young. They have poor social skills, constantly talk nonsense, and are of no help to others. The only difference between ghosts and drunkards is whether they have strong martial arts skills or not.
Analysis finished.
