Episode 399 The moment it turns purple.
The reason why you close your eyes when doing fortune telling is because many masters recommended it.
Strictly speaking, whether you close your eyes or open them, your fortune is the same.
However, the reason we close our eyes is because of concentration and emotions.
When you open your eyes, you see things, and then emotions that are unrelated to fortune-telling arise.
Emotions affect the mind and increase the chance of making mistakes or becoming distracted during the process of fortune telling that needs to be focused on right away. It’s just one thing that happens when you close your eyes.
To put it a little more forcefully:
If a dying person suddenly appears before your eyes or you witness a scene that breaks your heart, you may lose sight of the handle while transporting a heavy cart filled with energy. If it happens to be downhill, the cart may go somewhere violently. Then, the place where it hits is my blood vessel.
If the cart explodes and my veins burst like that, I will be in trouble.
Many strong people were unable to open their eyes because they fell into the state of magic while eating fortune-telling breakfast. As the trials and errors of our predecessors have been passed down orally, most people now find a closed place and close their eyes there before having a fortune-telling breakfast.
However, whenever I climbed to the top of the volcano and practiced Jashingong, I did not close my eyes.
Now, it was the same whether I closed my eyes or opened them.
In fact, it was much more enjoyable to practice with my eyes open.
On the days when I ascend the volcano early, I alternately practice Baekjeon, Wolyeong, and Geumgu. On days when I ascended late, I only practiced self-work until dawn.
I felt like I was peeling off the purple skin that was seeping into the fabric and stacking them one by one.
Some days I felt good and some days I felt calm.
However, many of the negative emotions such as fear, anxiety, uneasiness, and worry have disappeared. Because many of the negative emotions disappeared, less of what was happening in my mind turned into anger.
So, have I become stronger?
Or is it that we have deviated from the mindset that a fighting cock should instinctively have? It seems that his mindset was also up and down, and he came back from cockfighting to wooden fighting. So, not only did I keep going up, but I also confirmed my mindset of putting down.
Looking back, there wasn’t much that Gwangma achieved in his past life.
I just survived.
Because I didn’t want to be weak in any state of mind, I practiced Jashingong with greater concentration.
Because I put all my heart and mind into my own merits.
Sometimes even while eating at Maehwajang.
I often missed the voices of my eldest brother and my daughter. Even while I opened my eyes and ate and drank tea, I concentrated on watching what was happening inside me. Fortunately, the two people seemed to know a bit about my condition and didn’t pay much attention.
I also didn’t have the energy to care about the state of the two people’s training.
It was obvious that fighting the cult leader would be the hardest fight of both my past and present lives.
Moreover, time was limited.
Has Sambok arrived at the school now?
Will the religious leader who received the report act late?
When will the leader who left the school arrive? Since I couldn’t predict the time of its arrival, I couldn’t spend each day in vain.
I did my best regardless of whether the leader arrived early or late.
In fact, as soon as I found out that the religious leader had protected Yoran, I let go of many things. The very fact that the unfortunate young disciple was alive saved me.
Therefore, Jahasingong is also a gift given to the religious leader.
Strangely enough…
even though the leader and I were far away, I felt like we shared some thoughts.
What if I am weaker, more clumsy, and worthless than the cult leader expected?
I had a feeling that everyone in Plum Mountain Lodge would probably die. Because in fact, the religious leader has given me enough time so far.
Saying I’m sloppy is like not keeping my promise.
So, I sharpened my work like a precious sword to present to the religious leader.
I felt like I wanted to brutally kill the religious leader as a self-inflicted sacrifice, but sometimes I also prayed that I could become a better warrior because of the self-inflicted actions.
Just like that, night and day intersected within me.
Darkness descends and then recedes into light. It was filled with light and then stained with darkness repeatedly.
The human mind cannot be understood like this.
This is because it keeps changing, like sunset or early dawn.
When I got used to practicing Jashin Gong with my eyes open to some extent, I couldn’t tell whether twenty or forty or forty days had passed. There were times when I slept a lot, and there were times when I spent three or four days with my eyes open.
I went back and forth between the volcano and the plum blossom market, forgetting about time, day and night, death and life.
One day, I felt that the air was so cool that my body and mind tingled.
The sight of flowers blooming on the side of the road caught my eye, and I waved hello to the children I often saw on the side of the road, and then walked around the volcano with my back turned.
I tried my best to be able to practice self-awareness while walking, but it was no easy task.
It was difficult to predict when it would be possible, but there was no reason to give up.
Ultimately, I was planning to try Jashin-gong’s martial arts technique while I was sleeping, but of course I couldn’t because my level was low right now.
I wandered around the volcano like a wanderer.
It was against etiquette to not take care of one’s appearance too much, so he sometimes washed in a stream and shaved his hair and bushy beard with a mug of water.
There was so much to see in the volcano that I was busy just walking around.
After wandering around for about ten days, I realized that the place I often watched was Yeonhwabong Peak on the volcano. So, the place where I often practiced Jashin Gong was a place called Nambong, and Yeonhwabong was the lower Seobong.
Only then did I pass through the white rocks and arrive at Yeonhwabong Peak.
When I looked down again from Yeonhwabong Peak, I saw temples and houses gathered here and there.
Let’s look closely…
Surprisingly, we see Mrs. Cheolseom among the people. Although it was quite far away, I spoke to Mrs. Cheolseom with confidence.
“How are you, Mrs. Iron Island?”
Mrs. Cheolseom was startled when she heard my voice and looked around, but couldn’t find me easily. That’s because it was a slightly foggy day. I waved my hand to disperse the fog and then looked down.
“Ma’am, this way.”
The shout of Mrs. Cheolseom, who was looking around a lot, pierced my ears with an echo.
“…Are you Master Moon? Lord Moon! “Where are you?”
Afterwards, Yuhwagokju and Baekmyeongongja, who had come running from somewhere, looked around together and it was only then that they found me far away.
I couldn’t help but smile because I was happy to see each other again after such a long time.
When I waved my hand, the three people also waved their hands again and again, talking about something.
There was quite a distance between them, so they looked like ants to each other.
It seems that his inner strength has recovered to some extent, and Baekmyeon Gongja’s voice can be heard quite clearly.
“Lord Moon, please come down!”
I said hello to acquaintances I hadn’t seen in a while.
“no. “I’m still training, so I’ll see you later.”
“Lord Moon!”
I was repeatedly told to come down, but I ignored it and threw myself behind the cliff. I went up and down so many times that sometimes it was annoying to walk down.
Every time that happened, I jumped.
I had climbed through the clouds to a high place, but going down below the clouds was still awkward.
There was no way to go down the volcano in one go, so I had to pass through the white clouds, step on the ground, and jump again. I imprinted the feeling of controlling my body as much as possible while floating in the air for a long time.
Every time I descend like this and enter Maehwajang.
Yesterday felt like today and today felt like yesterday.
Because I changed my training method, I gradually reduced the number of times I climbed the volcano. Instead, I started practicing meditation along with walking.
In the past, running at random suited my temperament, but these days, I’ve been thinking about how I can cover a long distance with few movements. The method was, of course, to use the entire body, ankles, feet, legs, waist, etc., to explode with a combination of external and internal techniques, and sometimes stretch out as if moving the distance in an instant while keeping your back.
To an ordinary person, it would seem like the axis method is being used.
However, this is not the Chukji method.
It is just a type of light attack footing method that I learned through all kinds of hard work. Sometimes I only had to take one step, and sometimes that step contained all the martial arts I had learned.
Because it is true that my heart has become weaker than during the Gwangma period in my previous life.
Rather, I pushed myself into more ruthless training.
I was harsh on others during Gwangma, but now I am harsh on myself. Otherwise, I felt like the essence of Gwangma would disappear, so I had no choice.
I am neither a Taoist nor a Taoist.
I have no intention of turning my back on the world after gaining enlightenment. I had no desire to climb the ranks like the old masters.
In order not to forget the essence of Gwangma Haomunju Jeomsoy Ijaha, I was wary of my mind constantly changing into peace.
The cult leader is not my only enemy.
I had to be a madman to live my life slapping crazy people in the face until I was old. One day, I barely came to my senses when I realized that the scenery on my daily walk had even changed color.
Have the seasons changed?
I still couldn’t learn how to chant while walking, but I stopped practicing as soon as I returned to Maehwajang. If a person only trains, he or she will become a fool, but I was on the verge of becoming a fool.
While walking with my back to back, I found my eldest brother sitting at the table for the first time in a long time.
“Eldest brother.”
The eldest brother looked me up and down and nodded.
“Welcome.”
I sat next to my eldest brother and looked around the plum blossom market.
“Have the seasons changed?”
“okay. “What about training?”
“I’m going to get some rest now.”
“He was walking around like a madman, but that was enough.”
“Did it look dangerous?”
The eldest brother nodded.
“I didn’t disturb him because I thought he would get through it well, but it did look dangerous at times.”
It had been a while since I had a conversation with my eldest brother, who was staying in the same place, so it seems he was not in a normal state.
While I was sitting at the table and talking with my eldest brother, I said to the owner of the plum shop who was looking in my direction.
“Zhangju’s anti-demonic sword…”
Maehwa Changju went inside and came out holding an anti-demonic sword and held it out to me. I spoke after receiving the anti-magic sword.
“Jangju.”
“yes.”
“Let me see the results of your training. “Show me.”
Maehwajangju walked to a wide area without saying anything, and as soon as he pulled out his sword, he showed off the sword technique he had used before.
I watched quietly with my eldest brother. Here and there, unlike before, there were movements that seemed to have been guided by the eldest brother.
After completing a demonstration, the plum master bowed his head slightly towards us.
Before I knew it, the Saekma who had come out from inside was also watching the demonstration of plum blossom liquor.
After changing hands with the plum master, I walked over and pulled out my anti-demon sword and held it upright.
He said while looking at his eldest brother, Maehwajangju.
“… Quite a long time ago, I was stabbing the falling flower petals in the Black Cat Room, and in order not to forget that moment, I named it the Plum Blossom Sword Technique. After coming to Hwasan, I started practicing the sword technique at Maehwajang, which has the same name. Life is sometimes filled with funny coincidences. If you keep tracing back the causes of those things that are called coincidences, you will have a good mindset. So in the end, none of this is a coincidence. This is plum blossom thirteen. “If there’s anything awkward, the three of you can point it out.”
The basic form is the Thirteenth Number of Maehwajangju.
Added to this was the sense of freedom that I had been concerned about since the Black Cat Room. I swung my sword in the hope that the law would be free and that freedom would not be greatly violated.
I returned the number 13 that I interpreted to the owner of Maehwajang.
I showed off and taught my sword techniques to my eldest brother and my daughter.
They were people who had a lot of influence on my life, so they were well qualified. Because it was an unfamiliar sword technique, I used it repeatedly. Even while repeating, I refined my movements. In fact, since the sword technique was a variation of a simple movement, the number of thirteen techniques was not small.
It was a sword technique that, if learned through training, could be fully utilized when dealing with the world’s masters.
I changed the number thirteen as much as possible and showed it to the three people. The three seemed to be looking at each other intently, so I stopped and asked.
“how is it?”
When Saekma looked at his eldest brother, the eldest brother nodded his head sharply.
“It’s good without anything lacking.”
Saekma also spoke briefly.
“good night.”
Maehwajangju kept nodding and then spoke to me.
“I am doing my best to remember Master Moon. “Can you show me more?”
Did Maehwajangju speak respectfully to me? It didn’t matter whether I did it or not. I nodded and then spoke.
“You can show as much as you want. Then this time, pay attention to the trajectory. “You must continue to accept the will of the sword rather than the details of rules or movements.”
“What is sword medicine?”
“It means that you just have to accept what I want to say through this sword technique.”
In order to show the three people the trajectory of the plum blossom sword technique more clearly, the blade was dyed purple.
In the first place, there are no rules of etiquette in the life I think of. The moment when large and small purple flower petals flutter from the blade….
I took the sword demon, the color demon, Hwasan First Sword, as my disciple.
