"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 106 - What is it to live for?
In fact, when Wol Ha-seonja said that Baek Mi-joo of Waryongjang wanted to meet her, she thought ‘what is it?’. This is because Waryongjang and Wolha Church are not in a relationship to meet and talk.
The reason I decided to meet Baek Mi-joo was that she would offer her gift. It meant that he wanted to improve his relationship with Wolha Church, in other words, he said, “I will not take revenge.”
It was also in line with the new guidelines recently set by the Baekduma forces.
After the establishment of the Seven Churches, the Baekduma forces hoped that they would not attract more attention than necessary. It could be an obstacle to training the twelve demons.
So, we agreed to avoid conflicts with Murim's breakwater as much as possible.
I took the time to think that I had to make money, but surprisingly, the Paljuryeong was presented as a gift.
One eight lords mean one twelve horsemen.
These days, the seven churches were frantic about increasing the number of the Twelve Horsemen. From the point of view of the Baekdu Horse Army, the Twelve Horse Soldiers are the best teachers and loyal servants.
The Wolhaseonja read the greed in Baek Mi-joo's eyes.
She is a woman who is obsessed with success enough to give up even revenge, so she must be shocked.
Suddenly, I became curious about the person who landed on the moon.
How big is that greed?
It wouldn't be normal for a political faction's shamanic family to devote eight ordinances to a famous religion. The wolveseonja wanted to look into the bottom of white rice wine.
so, he said
“Whoops. I will teach you specially how to use that item. If you still want to dedicate it after hearing it, I will grant your wish. Would you like to hear?”
“… … yes."
Baek Mi-ju did not decline.
By the time she got here, she had already put everything down. Baek Mi-joo, who was blinded by the reconstruction of Waryongjang, was not in a position to cover cold or hot rice.
“The Paljuryeong is a sacred object used by shamans in the East. It's like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, the underworld and this world.”
This is a decent explanation so far.
Baek Mi-joo shook her head and put in a silent choo-im-sae.
“As is already known, famous religions serve King Yeomra. We want King Yeomra, the ruler of the list, and his servants to rule this world as well.”
Baek Mi-joo hesitated when she reached the point, "I want King Yeomra and his servants to rule this world as well." She couldn't figure out what she was talking about and it was hard for her to keep nodding her head.
“How did King Yeomra live in this world…? … .”
“The eight masters and a little sacrifice make that possible.”
“… … .”
Baek Mi-joo's face hardened.
'Could this be the story of a sacrifice?'
Waryongjang is a military family under the Justice alliance.
Naturally, she also heard that “famous churches offer monks as sacrifices.”
Moon Ha-sunja smiled faintly and continued her words.
“While practicing asceticism, the priest accidentally discovered the texts left by the ancient monks. A secret technique in which the coming of the Demon King is accomplished when the eight spirits, the mystical teachings, and the noble sacrifice are combined. After that, the religious leader became the first famous Christian.”
“A noble sacrifice is a monk… … .”
“Whoops. You have to pay a price to go back and forth between this world and the next.”
Baek Mi-joo was silent because she couldn't find anything to say.
“When the life of the sacrifice permeates the Paljuryeong, King Yeomra and his servants in the underworld react. It's like a horseman coming over with ten health points. When the horseman dwells in the body, he gains free gong power.”
Only then did Baek Mi-joo know the meaning of the twelve horse soldiers, the Baekdu horse army, and the thousand-du horse king, and trembled with trembling.
“A famous cultist can become a 12-horse soldier or a Baek-du-horse army with one eight lords. So it is not an exaggeration to say that this Paljuryeong is the root of famous religion. Do you now understand how precious you are about to do?”
Baek Mi-joo couldn't answer and just nodded.
She said at least ten monks would die by the time she reached the age of eight weeks.
The person who disembarked the moon pushed Paljuryeong in front of Baekmiju.
Looking at Baek Mi-joo's pale face, a strange pleasure comes over me.
“The Eight Lords are absolutely perfect. If even one of the eight bells breaks, it becomes useless. Even if you are already a twelve horseman... … . No, I don't want to know that. Come on, Bonnyeo told you how to use the Paljuryeong. Are you sure you will dedicate this sacred object to Wolha Church?”
Baek Mi-joo bit her lip.
That was like asking, ‘Would you like to sacrifice the lives of ten monks?’
“… … yes."
Baek Mi-joo pushed Palju-ryeong in front of the person who landed on the moon.
The reconstruction of her waryongjang was more important to her than ten monks who did not even know her face.
“If there is anything you want, tell me. is it money? Is it a wish?”
“We want to rebuild Waryongjang. I hope that the generosity of the Seonja and Mangbu (亡夫) will not be passed on to their children.”
“I won’t grant your wishes. From today onwards, Wolha Church will not be hostile to Waryongjang.”
"Thank you."
Baek Mi-joo's hardened face straightened slightly.
It was overturned once because of the person who landed on the moon, but now that the past has been sorted out, there is only one thing left to do. Waryongjang's swordsmanship was not difficult.
Mi-joo Baek, who was about to stand up from her seat, said to Moon-haseonja.
“Your loyalty is outstanding, so if you want, I can put you on the 12th horse. How are you?”
“Oh, no. I'm just too proud of Waryongjang.”
In fact, her interest was in the honour of being the ‘owner of the Murim family’ rather than martial arts.
“You’re rejecting the fortune that came rolling in. i get it. Go and see.”
"Yes."
Baek Mi-joo politely greeted Seon-ja Wol-ha and she left the guest room.
***
mid-December.
release.
Led by Yeon Jeok-ha to go get some fresh air, Gu Cheon-no-do Shim-tong had to go far to the banks of the Yellow River.
Yeonjeokha sat down in a shabby riverside inn and drank takju.
Heartache, who was working on a masterpiece in front of him, asked indirectly.
“Confucius, when are you going to go to Zhengzhou? A year is already coming to an end.”
“Old Sim.”
"yes."
“What do you live for?”
“Hehehe, even if you ask me about that… … .”
There's no way a Madou like you knew that.
“I say You asked the little beggar if he would go with me a few days ago.”
“It was.”
“But the kid chose that beggar, not me. No, am I worse than a beggar? Why did you say you would live with a beggar even though you were beaten?”
"That's me too... … .”
Simtong was a simple person, so she did not know the psychology of a child.
“I, who hates kids, felt sorry for me, so I reached out my hand to go with you. Did you see Old Sim?”
“Yes, I saw it. The young bastard kicked the fortune. A beggar is a seller.”
Heartache couldn't help but think that way.
Someone who is a serial killer!
The master of Chillpaimun is also a master looking down. He reached that level in his teens, so when he is in his twenties or thirties, he will be called the best man in the world.
If that kind of person puts out his hand and refuses, it's just a sell-out.
“This me, I reached out with difficulty, but don’t you think the person who hit me is better than me? does that make sense? What kind of life do you have? oh, poor bastard As the small things fit together… … . what good... … .”
The serial killer grumbled nonstop.
For the first time in my life, I tried to be generous, but it seemed like it was rejected and it hurt.
“Gongja-nim, did you want to reap what was so pretty about such a snarky guy?”
“Are you picking it up because it’s pretty? I did it because it was pitiful to be right. But why? why the hell Are you crawling into the right seat? Wow, the more I think about it, the more absurd it is.”
“That’s also, when getting fit becomes a habit, when not getting fit, you become anxious.”
Simtong searched for his past memories and pretended to be ignorant.
“Old Sim, are you anxious if you don’t get hit? Do I hit you every day?”
“Oh, no. It used to be like that when I was young.”
“It’s been a bit strange since I was little. I've heard that while getting hit, the big guy fan the ya guy. Isn't that why Old Sim became a Madou? You said stealing, beating, and killing were pleasures?”
"well. that's me too... … .”
Feeling the dryness in my mouth, I gulped down the takju.
“Wait, didn’t I say sister Yeon’s nickname was Hwa-yong-dok-sim? I'm going to ask sister Yeon why the kid did that. don't think otherwise I'm really curious about that."
“Ah, yes. Then shouldn't we go and see it soon? When shall we depart for Jeongju?”
“Let’s go after looking at the situation of Brother Poong and Brother Tak. The atmosphere seemed to be gloomy. If we just fall for it like this, it won’t look good.”
“Hehe, if Gongja-nim wants, I can change the Haewon Sangbang or something.”
“People are so simple. There must have been such a word in the three-hundred-character Gugyeol. ‘Do not create a will [will] to plan phenomena or events. Put down all ties and let it happen by itself’. Is there or not?”
“There is.”
“A person who meditates on it morning and night will change Haewon Sangbang? What the hell are you trying to break the wall for? Or are you trying to make it stronger?”
“I just forgot.”
"I'm old, so I'll understand. In that sense, pour yourself a drink.”
"yes. By the way, Gongja.”
I stopped pouring my heartache and glanced at Yeonjeokha.
"What.
“Didn't Confucius also arouse his will to the little beggar? I tried something, but it didn't work... … . Cool. no."
Heartache stopped talking and hurriedly reached for his cup of rice wine.
Yeon Jeok-ha 'thumped' the hand of such a heartache.
“I didn’t create my will, I went as my heart spontaneously arose. Even though you hate kids, your heart is on its own, huh? ‘Ah’ is different and ‘uh’ is different.”
“Ah, yes, Confucius is absolutely right.”
"what? Why do you want to feel bad?”
“Hey, just drop everything. Do you think it will be okay then?”
Yeonjeokha shot at the heartache with ferocious eyes.
Simtong hurriedly picked up the takju, drank it, and laughed heartily.
“Uh heh heh! nice weather! Gongja, do you know that? When Confucius is gazing at something like that, the atmosphere is art. The eyes are just amazing, unlike usual.”
Heartache openly cheered Yeonjeokha.
In fact, Yeonjeokha usually has slightly lethargic eyes.
That's why it sometimes makes viewers mistakenly think that 'that person is sewage'.
Even so, when I stare at her with those pouty eyes, she has a contrasting charm to the point that I wonder if it's the same face.
Heartache Yeonjeokha's eyes slowly loosened at the enthusiastic praise.
Naturally, he returned to his mediocre eyes, which were somehow drained of energy.
The heartache inwardly ‘tsk tsk’ and kicked his tongue.
You can't be angry to be cool, and it can't be a concern from the perspective of serving.
***
Jeongju.
sheep head.
After a long time, the speaker visited the two older brothers.
This is the second meeting after Waryongjang was exterminated by the Wolhaseonja.
The three siblings sat together in the guest room and drank hot tea.
After Waryongjang collapsed, Baek Mi-joo did not force Seonju to do this or that. Thanks to this, Mubaek Yeon and Seungbaek Yeon were able to watch the speaker with a comfortable mind.
His eldest son, Hyeonmu Baek, put down the teacup and said.
“I am hearing the story through the people of both households. The atmosphere with the gold ship is not good?”
"huh. It’s an atmosphere that won’t be strange if a fight breaks out.”
“Is that enough? Let me know in advance if you need any help. The head of the sheep is also in trouble these days.”
The speaker looked at the two brothers and sighed.
"Brothers, actually, that's not why I came here today."
"why? What does your mother say again?”
Yeon Mu-baek thought that her mother's chronic illness, which had been quiet for a while, had returned.
"no. Compared to this time, she's not even a mother. this is really... … . ha! Really no solution. That’s why I came to visit my older brothers even though I was busy.”
The second Yeon Seung-baek asked with a curious face.
"What? Don't be shy and tell me.”
“… … 4th brother has appeared.”
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 106 - What is it to live for?
In fact, when Wol Ha-seonja said that Baek Mi-joo of Waryongjang wanted to meet her, she thought ‘what is it?’. This is because Waryongjang and Wolha Church are not in a relationship to meet and talk.
The reason I decided to meet Baek Mi-joo was that she would offer her gift. It meant that he wanted to improve his relationship with Wolha Church, in other words, he said, “I will not take revenge.”
It was also in line with the new guidelines recently set by the Baekduma forces.
After the establishment of the Seven Churches, the Baekduma forces hoped that they would not attract more attention than necessary. It could be an obstacle to training the twelve demons.
So, we agreed to avoid conflicts with Murim's breakwater as much as possible.
I took the time to think that I had to make money, but surprisingly, the Paljuryeong was presented as a gift.
One eight lords mean one twelve horsemen.
These days, the seven churches were frantic about increasing the number of the Twelve Horsemen. From the point of view of the Baekdu Horse Army, the Twelve Horse Soldiers are the best teachers and loyal servants.
The Wolhaseonja read the greed in Baek Mi-joo's eyes.
She is a woman who is obsessed with success enough to give up even revenge, so she must be shocked.
Suddenly, I became curious about the person who landed on the moon.
How big is that greed?
It wouldn't be normal for a political faction's shamanic family to devote eight ordinances to a famous religion. The wolveseonja wanted to look into the bottom of white rice wine.
so, he said
“Whoops. I will teach you specially how to use that item. If you still want to dedicate it after hearing it, I will grant your wish. Would you like to hear?”
“… … yes."
Baek Mi-ju did not decline.
By the time she got here, she had already put everything down. Baek Mi-joo, who was blinded by the reconstruction of Waryongjang, was not in a position to cover cold or hot rice.
“The Paljuryeong is a sacred object used by shamans in the East. It's like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, the underworld and this world.”
This is a decent explanation so far.
Baek Mi-joo shook her head and put in a silent choo-im-sae.
“As is already known, famous religions serve King Yeomra. We want King Yeomra, the ruler of the list, and his servants to rule this world as well.”
Baek Mi-joo hesitated when she reached the point, "I want King Yeomra and his servants to rule this world as well." She couldn't figure out what she was talking about and it was hard for her to keep nodding her head.
“How did King Yeomra live in this world…? … .”
“The eight masters and a little sacrifice make that possible.”
“… … .”
Baek Mi-joo's face hardened.
'Could this be the story of a sacrifice?'
Waryongjang is a military family under the Justice alliance.
Naturally, she also heard that “famous churches offer monks as sacrifices.”
Moon Ha-sunja smiled faintly and continued her words.
“While practicing asceticism, the priest accidentally discovered the texts left by the ancient monks. A secret technique in which the coming of the Demon King is accomplished when the eight spirits, the mystical teachings, and the noble sacrifice are combined. After that, the religious leader became the first famous Christian.”
“A noble sacrifice is a monk… … .”
“Whoops. You have to pay a price to go back and forth between this world and the next.”
Baek Mi-joo was silent because she couldn't find anything to say.
“When the life of the sacrifice permeates the Paljuryeong, King Yeomra and his servants in the underworld react. It's like a horseman coming over with ten health points. When the horseman dwells in the body, he gains free gong power.”
Only then did Baek Mi-joo know the meaning of the twelve horse soldiers, the Baekdu horse army, and the thousand-du horse king, and trembled with trembling.
“A famous cultist can become a 12-horse soldier or a Baek-du-horse army with one eight lords. So it is not an exaggeration to say that this Paljuryeong is the root of famous religion. Do you now understand how precious you are about to do?”
Baek Mi-joo couldn't answer and just nodded.
She said at least ten monks would die by the time she reached the age of eight weeks.
The person who disembarked the moon pushed Paljuryeong in front of Baekmiju.
Looking at Baek Mi-joo's pale face, a strange pleasure comes over me.
“The Eight Lords are absolutely perfect. If even one of the eight bells breaks, it becomes useless. Even if you are already a twelve horseman... … . No, I don't want to know that. Come on, Bonnyeo told you how to use the Paljuryeong. Are you sure you will dedicate this sacred object to Wolha Church?”
Baek Mi-joo bit her lip.
That was like asking, ‘Would you like to sacrifice the lives of ten monks?’
“… … yes."
Baek Mi-joo pushed Palju-ryeong in front of the person who landed on the moon.
The reconstruction of her waryongjang was more important to her than ten monks who did not even know her face.
“If there is anything you want, tell me. is it money? Is it a wish?”
“We want to rebuild Waryongjang. I hope that the generosity of the Seonja and Mangbu (亡夫) will not be passed on to their children.”
“I won’t grant your wishes. From today onwards, Wolha Church will not be hostile to Waryongjang.”
"Thank you."
Baek Mi-joo's hardened face straightened slightly.
It was overturned once because of the person who landed on the moon, but now that the past has been sorted out, there is only one thing left to do. Waryongjang's swordsmanship was not difficult.
Mi-joo Baek, who was about to stand up from her seat, said to Moon-haseonja.
“Your loyalty is outstanding, so if you want, I can put you on the 12th horse. How are you?”
“Oh, no. I'm just too proud of Waryongjang.”
In fact, her interest was in the honour of being the ‘owner of the Murim family’ rather than martial arts.
“You’re rejecting the fortune that came rolling in. i get it. Go and see.”
"Yes."
Baek Mi-joo politely greeted Seon-ja Wol-ha and she left the guest room.
***
mid-December.
release.
Led by Yeon Jeok-ha to go get some fresh air, Gu Cheon-no-do Shim-tong had to go far to the banks of the Yellow River.
Yeonjeokha sat down in a shabby riverside inn and drank takju.
Heartache, who was working on a masterpiece in front of him, asked indirectly.
“Confucius, when are you going to go to Zhengzhou? A year is already coming to an end.”
“Old Sim.”
"yes."
“What do you live for?”
“Hehehe, even if you ask me about that… … .”
There's no way a Madou like you knew that.
“I say You asked the little beggar if he would go with me a few days ago.”
“It was.”
“But the kid chose that beggar, not me. No, am I worse than a beggar? Why did you say you would live with a beggar even though you were beaten?”
"That's me too... … .”
Simtong was a simple person, so she did not know the psychology of a child.
“I, who hates kids, felt sorry for me, so I reached out my hand to go with you. Did you see Old Sim?”
“Yes, I saw it. The young bastard kicked the fortune. A beggar is a seller.”
Heartache couldn't help but think that way.
Someone who is a serial killer!
The master of Chillpaimun is also a master looking down. He reached that level in his teens, so when he is in his twenties or thirties, he will be called the best man in the world.
If that kind of person puts out his hand and refuses, it's just a sell-out.
“This me, I reached out with difficulty, but don’t you think the person who hit me is better than me? does that make sense? What kind of life do you have? oh, poor bastard As the small things fit together… … . what good... … .”
The serial killer grumbled nonstop.
For the first time in my life, I tried to be generous, but it seemed like it was rejected and it hurt.
“Gongja-nim, did you want to reap what was so pretty about such a snarky guy?”
“Are you picking it up because it’s pretty? I did it because it was pitiful to be right. But why? why the hell Are you crawling into the right seat? Wow, the more I think about it, the more absurd it is.”
“That’s also, when getting fit becomes a habit, when not getting fit, you become anxious.”
Simtong searched for his past memories and pretended to be ignorant.
“Old Sim, are you anxious if you don’t get hit? Do I hit you every day?”
“Oh, no. It used to be like that when I was young.”
“It’s been a bit strange since I was little. I've heard that while getting hit, the big guy fan the ya guy. Isn't that why Old Sim became a Madou? You said stealing, beating, and killing were pleasures?”
"well. that's me too... … .”
Feeling the dryness in my mouth, I gulped down the takju.
“Wait, didn’t I say sister Yeon’s nickname was Hwa-yong-dok-sim? I'm going to ask sister Yeon why the kid did that. don't think otherwise I'm really curious about that."
“Ah, yes. Then shouldn't we go and see it soon? When shall we depart for Jeongju?”
“Let’s go after looking at the situation of Brother Poong and Brother Tak. The atmosphere seemed to be gloomy. If we just fall for it like this, it won’t look good.”
“Hehe, if Gongja-nim wants, I can change the Haewon Sangbang or something.”
“People are so simple. There must have been such a word in the three-hundred-character Gugyeol. ‘Do not create a will [will] to plan phenomena or events. Put down all ties and let it happen by itself’. Is there or not?”
“There is.”
“A person who meditates on it morning and night will change Haewon Sangbang? What the hell are you trying to break the wall for? Or are you trying to make it stronger?”
“I just forgot.”
"I'm old, so I'll understand. In that sense, pour yourself a drink.”
"yes. By the way, Gongja.”
I stopped pouring my heartache and glanced at Yeonjeokha.
"What.
“Didn't Confucius also arouse his will to the little beggar? I tried something, but it didn't work... … . Cool. no."
Heartache stopped talking and hurriedly reached for his cup of rice wine.
Yeon Jeok-ha 'thumped' the hand of such a heartache.
“I didn’t create my will, I went as my heart spontaneously arose. Even though you hate kids, your heart is on its own, huh? ‘Ah’ is different and ‘uh’ is different.”
“Ah, yes, Confucius is absolutely right.”
"what? Why do you want to feel bad?”
“Hey, just drop everything. Do you think it will be okay then?”
Yeonjeokha shot at the heartache with ferocious eyes.
Simtong hurriedly picked up the takju, drank it, and laughed heartily.
“Uh heh heh! nice weather! Gongja, do you know that? When Confucius is gazing at something like that, the atmosphere is art. The eyes are just amazing, unlike usual.”
Heartache openly cheered Yeonjeokha.
In fact, Yeonjeokha usually has slightly lethargic eyes.
That's why it sometimes makes viewers mistakenly think that 'that person is sewage'.
Even so, when I stare at her with those pouty eyes, she has a contrasting charm to the point that I wonder if it's the same face.
Heartache Yeonjeokha's eyes slowly loosened at the enthusiastic praise.
Naturally, he returned to his mediocre eyes, which were somehow drained of energy.
The heartache inwardly ‘tsk tsk’ and kicked his tongue.
You can't be angry to be cool, and it can't be a concern from the perspective of serving.
***
Jeongju.
sheep head.
After a long time, the speaker visited the two older brothers.
This is the second meeting after Waryongjang was exterminated by the Wolhaseonja.
The three siblings sat together in the guest room and drank hot tea.
After Waryongjang collapsed, Baek Mi-joo did not force Seonju to do this or that. Thanks to this, Mubaek Yeon and Seungbaek Yeon were able to watch the speaker with a comfortable mind.
His eldest son, Hyeonmu Baek, put down the teacup and said.
“I am hearing the story through the people of both households. The atmosphere with the gold ship is not good?”
"huh. It’s an atmosphere that won’t be strange if a fight breaks out.”
“Is that enough? Let me know in advance if you need any help. The head of the sheep is also in trouble these days.”
The speaker looked at the two brothers and sighed.
"Brothers, actually, that's not why I came here today."
"why? What does your mother say again?”
Yeon Mu-baek thought that her mother's chronic illness, which had been quiet for a while, had returned.
"no. Compared to this time, she's not even a mother. this is really... … . ha! Really no solution. That’s why I came to visit my older brothers even though I was busy.”
The second Yeon Seung-baek asked with a curious face.
"What? Don't be shy and tell me.”
“… … 4th brother has appeared.”
