Chapter 315

Episode 315 The Aesthetics of Control (5)“Yeomramagun?!”

“That’s right! They say Hanam is in chaos right now! “I heard those guys with swords on their belts, regardless of gender or age, are heading towards Mount Song?”

“Oh my god… what kind of crazy talk is that about taking over the Shaolin plaque?”

“Can you tell it’s me?”

“No matter how small the head of the Heavenly Demon Church is, that’s true. “You have a lot of guts.”

“As you said, you have good guts… but I think this has gone too far.”

“It went too far. “It went too far, but it went too far.”

“Sogyoju’s words and actions so far have been completely outrageous. To be honest, my impression of the magicians that I had only heard about was completely shattered. On the contrary, Uicheonmaeng seemed evil.”

“I agree with that.”

“But this time, I can’t look at you kindly at all. Anyway, isn’t it too arrogant to say that you will take over the Shaolin plaque?”

“It’s arrogant to be arrogant, but you have no respect for others at all. It is none other than Shaolin. It is the sun of the martial arts faction. “No matter what the real purpose was, at least I shouldn’t have said something so carelessly to accept the signboard.”

“I think so too.”

“Even though I’ve never seen him in person, I thought he was quite an exciting warrior, but in the end, I think he was just a man who couldn’t tell the world and went on a rampage.”

“Probably not.”

“huh?”

“It may be arrogant to be arrogant, but would you really have cried out to take the Shaolin plaque without even thinking about it?”

“Whether I was thinking about it or not, it was too much.”

“Think about it. Yeomramagun has proven himself with amazing moves so far. He showed such an enterprising attitude that he even held a discussion session with later leaders. “That’s an unprecedented feat that not even the Iron Blood Lord can show.”

“…Well, that’s true, but.”

“It’s true that it’s rude, but I don’t think it was something I said without thinking. “There’s definitely something there.”

Zheng Zhongbaek said this. People are not stupid. He’s wise and sharp, but he’s just lazy.

His eyes were precise. People were shocked and expressed discomfort at Seoryang’s actions, but they did not forget the words and actions he had shown so far.

As there are voices of criticism, the expectations are also strong.

What is the purpose of the Heavenly Demon Church’s Soju when he heads to Shaolin?

Are you really thinking of taking over the Shaolin plaque? Or is there some other intention?

Will there be a bloody storm? Or is this an issue that can be resolved peacefully?

Seongsan (崇山), the sacred place of martial arts, where all eyes of the central region are focused.

A carriage was leisurely running there.

* * *

The first to step forward was Hankyung, a Dongcheolgwon master who was said to be the best master of the Diamond Fist Gate.

“Stop!!”

The booming voice was reminiscent of steel, like his nickname.

People standing at a distance were chatting here and there, looking at the police officer and the carriage.

Doo doo doo.

The old-fashioned carriage, led by six blooded horses, did not slow down despite Hangyeong’s shouts. It wasn’t running fast, but it was moving slowly, not at all slow.

Hankyung’s face turned red.

“Go!”

Coooooo!

A strong advance is made with the sound of a roaring lion’s hooves.

The advance was so powerful that the ground shook. The Shaolin technique of Ilgakjinsan (一脚振山) had the power of deep energy to increase one’s strength.

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Doo doo doo.

The carriage still did not slow down.

Hankyung could not hide his surprise before becoming angry. It was the same for the hundreds of warriors looking at this place from afar.

Hankyung’s actions and advances had a charm that could not be ignored. With a force of that magnitude, it was normal for even a famous horse to be frightened, but the six blooded horses seemed to be unaffected.

I couldn’t tell if he believed in his master that much or if he was a spirit being.

Wooooow!

Hankyung raised his spirits to a great extent.

The Geumgang Kwon School, founded by a lay disciple of Shaolin and boasting a history of 150 years, was a martial arts school recognized in Hanam. Cheolgeumgangshinki (鐵金剛神氣), the vision of such a nobleman, was renowned as the pinnacle of divine skill.

Hee hee hee!

Only then did the Hanblood horses show signs of anxiety.

But that was all. Even though he continued to tour, he still did not slow down. He seemed to have great faith in the coachman.

Hankyung shouted with a red face.

“I am Han Gyeong, the greatest expert of the Geumgang Kwon School, the Sok clan sect of Shaolin! “I dare to ask the small religious leader of the Protestant religion for a private meeting!”

The loud shouts were filled with strong confidence and high pride.

Regardless of his skills, his spirit was worth recognizing.

Rattling rattling.

The carriage slowed down and slowly came to a stop.

It wasn’t because of Hankyung’s shouting, but because of where he stood. No matter what, it was impossible to hit someone.

Ma Dong-pil, the man sitting in the coach seat, said.

“Get out of the way.”

Hankyung’s eyes lit up.

“You have a ferocious spirit. But it’s beyond amazing. From this point of view, it is difficult to dare join the party….”

“I told you to get out of the way.”

Hankyung’s face became even redder.

“I think my speech was unnecessarily long. Say it again. “I am a member of the Diamond Kwon Gate….”

“I understand that it is not polite to forcibly block the way of people who are busy with their way.”

“What?”

“I will speak for the last time. “I have nothing to say to you, so please get out of my way.”

It wasn’t wrong. But it was a place where so many people were watching. Hankyung felt his pride hurt.

Strong enough to call himself the best expert in Diamond Fist, he was a man with as much pride as he did martial arts.

“You are heading to Shaolin! “I don’t know what your intention is, but as someone who has received the teachings of Shaolin, you…!”

It was then.

Crumbling.

Even though they were following along just fine, they were so invisible that two spirit creatures appeared on the left and right sides of the carriage and let out terrifying cries.

A huge fox spreading golden feathers and a great tiger with red eyes that seemed to be twice as big as the fox walked slowly while glaring at Hankyung.

“omg!”

“Oh, it’s so big!”

“Yeomwangisu (閻王庌獸)! “They are servants under the devil’s command!”

The two spirit creatures commanded by Yeomramagun were unrivaled beings even in a river filled with mystery and romance.

Geumho, who first appeared at the Cheonjungjihoe and played an active part in the bloody battle between King Tiger and Paengga, was enough to arouse the enthusiasm of the warriors, and people soon called the two spirits the messengers of the underworld under the command of Yeomramagun Seoliang.

Hankyung’s face turned pale.

He had certainly never seen such mysterious and fearful beasts.

Just standing face to face gave me goosebumps. The beast’s unique fierceness and the hollow prayer reminiscent of a Taoist were exquisitely combined to convey a terrifying feeling of pressure.

“profit!”

Hankyung, with his fists full of strength, shouted again.

“Are you threatening this man with these beasts? “Are you that afraid to have a private meeting with this one person?!”

It was Hankyung who made a statement that crossed the line in front of a transcendent spirit.

People’s expressions became strange. In general, the reaction was astonishment.

Even Hankyung, who actually spoke, felt a deep sense of shame. This is because I realized that my overreaction itself was a struggle to overcome the pressure.

But the line has already been crossed. Hankyung shouted one after another.

“A direct explanation for the statement that the leader of the new religion would come down immediately and take the plaque of Shaolin…!”

「Keuuuu!!」

“Queak!”

Hankyung stumbled from the tremendous roar that tore through the air.

The roar of the golden tiger, full of spiritual energy, did not discriminate against the target. Many people around who were watching the situation also felt their internal energy boiling over and their entire body feeling weak.

Slurp.

Kumho Department slowly approached Hankyung.

At that moment, Hankyung felt the threat of death.

“this guy!”

Whoa!

Hankyung’s fist hit Geumho’s neck.

but.

“…!”

Geumho looked down at Hankyung with deep eyes. Even though he was hit by a powerful fist that could crush even a rock, he didn’t seem to be shocked at all.

Incredible sight. Astonishment appeared on Hankyung’s face.

Geumho raised his front paw.

Tuk.

When the large front paw pushed Hankyung, he hesitated and stepped aside. It was a gesture as if to say, ‘The joke is over, right?’

Geumho opened the way and King Tiger followed him.

Heeheehee!!

When the road was opened, the blood horses toured and pulled the carriage again. This time, Hankyung couldn’t do anything.

Yeomramagun was not even visible. It’s just that the mysterious spirits under his command opened the way.

It was overwhelming majesty.

The antique carriage made by a world-famous master and the two spirit creatures that guard the carriage moved steadily along their path.

But Hankyung was not the only one who stopped them.

“Stop! “I am a member of the Fortune Demons Association!”

“Sohang of Hyegeombulsimmun (慧劍佛心門) requests a private meeting with Lord Sogyo of Shingyo.”

“You will not be able to head to Shaolin without overcoming this iron heart and martial arts extreme!”

Soldiers from numerous sects appeared and blocked the road leading to Shaolin. Most of them were from Shaolin families, and there were also warriors who had a special connection with Shaolin or who revered Shaolin.

It was an amazing sight.

The road from Heochang to Dengbong County in front of Songshan was fast, but the road from Deungbong County to the entrance of Songshan was very slow.

Numerous clans and numerous warriors blocked the party’s path. They all requested a private meeting with Seoliang and were wary of demons entering the sacred place of Buddha’s mind.

Still, the group moved on.

If you wanted to go fast, you could have killed everyone in your way. It was possible with just Geumho and King Tiger, and it was not impossible with Ma Dong-pil alone.

However, the group did not cause trouble. There was never an armed conflict, and the path was cleared only with solemn prayers and deceptive language.

As time passed, the carriage reached the entrance to Seongsan Mountain.

From then on, no one stopped the group. Among the people who have blocked their progress so far, there has been no one who was not an expert, and no warrior who was not famous.

They had to step down again and again. Without even aiming the spear knife once.

People realized.

No one can stop that carriage. This is impossible without the appearance of Shaolin’s mountain experts or super experts who are famous throughout the central plains.

That was the power of Yeomramagun and the majesty of the Heavenly Demon Church.

However, as much as the people were surprised by the party, the party also could not help but be surprised by Shaolin’s status.

Although none of them could be a match for Magun and his party, they still tried to stop them.

It was a passage that showed how great the status of Shaolin was in the martial arts world. Even though he lacks strength for a long time, he musters up courage and blocks the way of the demonic cult, which is the worst fear in the world.

Shaolin, the idol of martial arts.

The fear of the martial arts cult.

It is only at the point of contact between gods and demons, Buddha and evil, that the magnitude of the power of the two groups is revealed.

The crowd gave up on stopping the carriage and followed behind it.

The carriage with such a long procession behind it had entered the entrance of Seongsan Mountain and was about to go up.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

A ray of disapproval echoed throughout the mountain.

It was a very loud sound, but it was never threatening. A halo of golden light seemed to shimmer in the sound waves that spread reverently and calmly.

Shake!

The carriage stopped.

On a large rock beyond the carriage, a monk was bowed with his head bowed.

“I meet the nobles of the world of desire who finally arrived here after traveling a long way.”

The monk continued speaking in a calm voice.

“This is Jeonggak, who is in charge of Nahandang.”

The head of the Nahandang Party, which is in charge of Shaolin’s armed forces.

Although only one person appeared, his presence was enormous.

Rattling!

And the carriage door opened.