Chapter 322

Episode 322 The Creation of Heaven and Earth (4)“Whoo.”

White steam came out from the breath I exhaled.

“They say the wind in the mountains is particularly cold and harsh. Still, it wasn’t like this, but winter has really come.”

Fatigue was evident on the face of the Taoist monk climbing the mountain.

Even though the slope was quite steep, my walking was stable and my breathing was constant. At least the fatigue the Taoist felt was not due to hiking.

Sssss.

A thick fog blocked the Taoist’s view.

The Taoist sighed.

“The mysterious and mysterious fog looks gloomy today. “What else is happening in that world?”

A guru who walks around spouting self-deprecatory remarks.

How long did it take to walk like that?

“hmm?”

The Taoist monk who reached the top of the fog-filled peak was surprised.

“execution?!”

“Are you here?”

“It’s cold. “How are you here?”

The Taoist hurried to the side of the old man who greeted him.

The old man sitting on the bed had a considerable physique. Although his face looked like he was well over 70, his skeletal structure was no less than that of a young man with red eyes. However, seeing as his face was pale and his hands, covered by the paint, were trembling slightly, it seemed as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

However, it was very nice to see a ray of smile on his face even though his illness was completely clear.

“They say the east wind is hiding somewhere in the dark? “It’s the same whether it’s inside or outside.”

“I will light the fire. “Please go inside first.”

“It’s okay.”

“execution.”

The old man chuckled. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“I have not yet reached the end of the path, and I am still afraid of death. If I thought my body was in danger, I wouldn’t have come out. “Don’t worry too much about the priest.”

The Taoist sighed.

That’s what the death penalty is like. It was comfortable to think that way.

“How can I break your insistence on the death penalty? If so, please wait a moment. “I got 10 days’ worth of medicine, so let’s take it for a month…”

“It’s okay.”

“yes?”

“It’s okay if you don’t have to take medicine anymore.”

“Death penalty!”

Even the Taoist master couldn’t help but be embarrassed this time.

“You’re hurt!”

“haha.”

“Please wait a moment. “I’ll give you some medicine right away.”

“Hey priest.”

“yes.”

“Didn’t you say it a little while ago? I also feel sorry for my life. How can I regard my life as personal when I do not know that a gloomy shadow will pass over the mountain that has been cultivated by Zen masters with high Dao power?”

There was still a smile on the old man’s face. Unlike his sickly expression on his face, his voice was filled with laughter.

It was clear that he was a cheerful person by nature. Perhaps even at the moment of death, he will leave empty-handed with a ray of smile on his face.

“That’s why you need to take even more medicine. If the execution is wrong, we will lose our focus. Even now, it is difficult to stop the evildoers.”

“But just because I want to stop taking medicine doesn’t mean I’m giving up on my life.”

“What if I do it?”

The old man raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Beyond the thick fog, a faint light shimmered between the scattered dark clouds. It was the sun.

“Indeed…”

The old man’s eyes twinkled.

“Isn’t this truly unfortunate? What need does a Taoist have for money and power? What does it mean to be honest? All you have to do is quench your thirst with mountain water and fill your hungry stomach with fruit. All you have to do is throw yourself into the path and that will be enough.”

“….”

“They say you can’t criticize Po-Kwae for not being able to stop the robber just because he got robbed. “The fault lies with the robber, and it is wrong to hate Pogwe for not being able to stop him in time.”

“execution.”

“But that’s it. “We are different.”

A shadow fell over the smiling old man’s face.

“They clearly grew up after seeing us. But at some point, we grew up looking at a world other than our own. “Our mistake of failing to look after them, thinking that we would eventually reach the Tao no matter if we went this way or that way, can never be forgiven.”

“…That’s right.”

“Furthermore, we made another big mistake.”

“yes?”

“You were indecisive.”

The Taoist’s eyes wavered.

“A winding river will eventually reach the sea. But think about it. If you misinterpret that statement, it could mean that you should live your life as you please because life is finite anyway, right?”

“The death penalty is….”

“Whether you follow the Tao or the Buddha’s heart, you must also know how to consider others other than yourself.”

“….”

“We couldn’t do it. No, I didn’t do it. “Maybe I was intoxicated with my own talent while receiving praise from everyone.”

The old man sighed.

“I am no more qualified to be a Taoist than anyone else.”

“Sahyeong Sahyeong is a great saint of the head temple and a Taoist monk who is more like a Taoist than anyone else.”

“You can say that. But to the devils, I was like a phantom that could only be seen and could not be caught or chased. In the end, my indifference and arrogance are what created the current shaman.”

The Taoist felt sad.

The death penalty was saying that the shaman’s deterioration was all his fault. As the great adult of the mountain, there may be some things he should take responsibility for, but not all his mistakes were due to the death penalty.

Your own fault is big, and the fault of others is also big.

In the end, it is everyone’s fault, not just one person, that the shaman became like this.

“however.”

The smile disappeared and a ray of confidence appeared on the old man’s face, which was filled with only sighs.

“I will no longer turn my back on my responsibilities and mistakes. I won’t bother to turn my head just because it’s a method I’m not used to. “I’m not going to just sit back and watch even if I can’t be persuaded by words.”

“….”

“For the sake of the shamans, for the sake of the shamans, and for the countless people who look to the shamans and live with hope in life, I will once again draw my sword with strength.”

The Taoist smiled.

“If that is what the death penalty means, I will also do my part.”

“haha.”

“Please go in first. I’ll give you some medicine. “You must eat it.”

“I don’t need any more medicine.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“It’s not stubbornness. “I’m saying this because I really don’t need medication.”

“…yes?”

The old man burst into laughter.

“If you try to use a needle and thread on a wound that has already been sutured, it will only cause more unnecessary wounds.”

The Taoist was puzzled.

“What do you mean by that?”

It was then.

Saaaaa.

An unusual prayer came from beneath a fog-filled mountain.

The thick fog seemed to slowly split to the left and right. The Taoist was astonished.

‘What is this energy?!’

It was a scary energy wave.

Two energies of very different nature were rising at an incredible speed, either ahead or behind each other.

One of them was the unexpected but familiar Buddhist energy. It was a golden energy that was rich and peaceful enough to cover the world with mercy, yet powerful.

And the other one?

“Magi?!”

Tsutsutsutsu.

The fog finally cleared.

Those who soon appeared in front of the two were radiating much richer energy than before, as if to prove who was stronger and more mysterious.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

It is a ritual of dokbibanjang (獨臂半掌) that was made to commemorate Hye-ga of the Joseon Dynasty, the seal stamped on the forehead.

It was a very familiar greeting. Surprise appeared on the Taoist’s face.

“How could a Shaolin monk…?”

No, Shaolin is also Shaolin.

Huh.

When I turned my head, it felt like the air in the area subsided at that moment.

‘That’s amazing!’

An energy that is never inferior even when facing Hyeongeuk, a transcendental master who was famous as the Seven Star Swordsman of the previous generation of shamans.

The pressure of the pouring air was incredible. It was a fearsome mine that boasted a destructive pressure.

‘It’s nothing short of a long story! Where did a demon like this suddenly come from?!’

When tension appears on Hyeongeuk’s face.

“Are you here?”

The old man spoke first.

Gogu, a middle-aged demon, bowed his head.

“See you, Senior. “I am a late so-and-so who is in charge of the Shinkyo Penal Court.”

It was a polite greeting. Hyeongeuk’s face, which was colored with tension, was filled with surprise.

The old man said in a voice filled with laughter.

“The good energy of Mt. Wudang must have made you very uncomfortable. “You had a hard time coming up.”

“it’s okay.”

There was surprise on Gogu’s face.

“But how did you know?”

“what?”

“I don’t think you were surprised at all when Mine suddenly came. “Did you receive a separate letter?”

“I didn’t receive it.”

Gogu, as well as Hyeongeuk and Jeonggak, were surprised.

The old man laughed out loud.

“As you get older, your muscles weaken and your stubbornness becomes stronger. It’s truly sad. But there is also a lot to be gained.”

He looked far north.

The spiritual power in his two clear eyes has a depth that is difficult to fathom. The half-shen divine eye, which can see through anything in the world, penetrated the fog of Mt. Wudang and reached Mt. Seongsan.

“The air in the mountains has become murky, but I knew that someone with red flames and blue electric lights was looking here.”

“…!”

“And then I realized. “Those blue-red eyes were like magical eyes that I had never seen before, but the intense passion and unexpected Buddha’s heart within them were directed towards the shaman.”

The old man turned his gaze to Gogu.

Gogu did not dare to look into those eyes.

“That friend of Red Pine must have also encountered a monster that breathes fire and scatters thunderbolts, right?”

“…That’s right.”

“Yeah, I guess so. There is only a slight difference between pottery and fire, and they are so similar that it is difficult to see them as opposites. But if it weren’t for that friend, there would have been no one to see the shadow of the devil cast over Songshan Mountain.”

“You are amazing.”

Gogu selflessly admired and was even moved.

The old man he saw was as legendary as Red Pine. If Jeoksong, a government official, wandered around the world punishing evil and enlightening people, this person was a person who brought peace to the people with his warm heart and eyes that penetrated the laws of heaven.

There were two such martial gods who corrected the world, and people did not stop revering them, calling them Jeongmussangsin.

One of the invincible players who created the legend of a previous generation’s powerhouse.

He is the oldest warrior in martial arts, half as tall as the absolute demon Lee Cheon-sang, and the strongest swordsman in martial arts, both in name and reality, having reached the realm of the Tao with his sword.

The abilities of the Wonmu Sword God, Hyeoncheonjinin, were so mysterious and surprising.

Gogu took control.

“I won’t talk too much. “I came here on behalf of Lord Xiao to extract the poison that is encroaching on the shaman.”

“You had a hard time coming this far.”

Hyeon Cheon Jin-in smiled brightly.

“And thank you. “I really wanted to say this.”

“I am just an errand boy. When you meet Master Xiao in the future, you will thank him then.”

“Yes, definitely do that.”

Gogu said with a smile.

“Please gather the elderly people addicted to blood clots here. “It will take some time.”

* * *

“uh?”

“What’s going on?”

“….”

“Hey, Cheonho?”

“yes? “Oh no.”

Cheonho tilted his head.

‘Did I see it wrong? I’m sure the flowers lost their color for a moment?’

Petals that show off colors that are difficult to come by naturally, such as five and seven colors.

The wild flowers on which the mother of blood was resting swayed to and fro in the cold wind.

“The Lord is calling. Let’s go quickly.”

“Oh, I understand!”