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Published at 8th of May 2023 03:00:23 PM


Chapter 215

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"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus

Chapter 215- Are you saying I'm half-light?

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Seonin Geumhwa, a long-time judge of life and death, confessed the wrongdoings of Chilpaimun and the four generations, the survivors calmed down a bit. I can feel the sincerity in his words.

 

Just then, a person walked over.

 

It was a martial arts merchant who left a dragon on Tianmen Mountain and escaped.

 

He looked around at the people with pitiful eyes.

 

Of the fifty-five survivors, only nine were disciples of the Volcano Sect.

 

I couldn't believe that forty-one had died after bringing fifty people out.

 

Standing stunned, he bowed his head toward the warlords.

 

“The frequency was incompetent and made the knights bleed. Please forgive me.”

 

“… … .”

 

Survivors remained silent.

 

Distrust in Chilpaimun's long masters, the four generations of family heads, and the leader and musketeers did not disappear with a single word from the Mugeuk Merchant.

 

Mugeuk Merchant also read the distrust of the Justice League alliance in the eyes of the survivors.

 

The grief of losing the Volcano Sect disciples was great, but the loss of the trust of the Righteous Sect knights was no less so.

 

Can the leader and the musketeers rectify this atmosphere?

 

Geumhwa Seonin approached the Mugeuk Merchant, who was lost in thought, and offered words of comfort.

 

“Good job. If it wasn’t for the lender, he would have suffered more damage.”

 

Dang Se-ho, Amyeongmu-heun, Gaju Amyeong, who was watching, also showed up.

 

In the meantime, the people who had been spitting out their grievances went back to their places, tired of self-restraint.

 

Wouldn't it be known if the leader or the musketeer was here?

 

They also did not pass the responsibility on to the Merchant Mugeuk, Daeju, who had barely returned.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Southern directness.

 

floating.

 

 

 

Bankan-do Lee Cheol-san and the warriors of Taepyeong Sangbang were busy searching for the kidnapped kidnapper.

 

However, aside from Makgunhan, Byeokhobang and Daebubangdo were nowhere to be seen.

 

The next morning after starting the search.

 

A merchant from above Suwol came to Lee Cheol-san, a bankrupt sword.

 

“You said you wanted to see me?”

 

"That's right. My name is Go Seon-joong, who is working under acting manager Jang Han-young.”

 

“Oh yes, I don’t know. What are you doing?”

 

“I know that Byeokho-bang and Daebu-bang kidnapped the gangsters of Wuhan Taiping Sang.”

 

Lee Cheol-san stared blankly at Go Seon-joong.

 

It seems that the case of the kidnapping of the ill-fated abductor spreads even though he was quiet in the Taiping Sangbang.

 

“Even though both sides are competing with each other, we can’t pretend we don’t know even when we see difficult things. I heard that you are looking for Byeokhobang and Daebubang.”

 

“Do you know where they are?”

 

“Yes, I saw them yesterday at Super River.”

 

“Are you super strong?”

 

“Looks like you don’t know. It is a large lake at the southeast end of Buyang. On the border between Buyang and Huainan. I saw them there yesterday. I told our acting manager, and he told me to go and tell him in person. That's why I came.”

 

"thank you. Be sure to say thank you to the acting chief."

 

“Oops! you're welcome. We have to help each other. However, please keep it a secret that I am the person who reported it. I have to continue doing business in Buyang.”

 

Go Seon-joong was afraid that if something went wrong, he would be harmed to himself.

 

They seem to have thought that it was difficult to predict the outcome since they are breakouts related to famous schools.

 

“If that’s the case, don’t worry. Only I know.”

 

“Thank you for your understanding. Then I'm done.”

 

Only then did Ko Seon-joong stand up from his seat with a relieved expression on his face.

 

When he left, Lee Cheol-san hurriedly sang Gucheonnodo Shimtong, Han Chae-yeon, Ha So-baek, and Taepyeongsangbangsoo Yakdaemong.

 

“Byeokhobang and Daebubang seem to be in Chogangho. Someone reported seeing them there.”

 

“Are you trustworthy? Because the world is so cruel.”

 

Yak Daemong stared at Lee Cheol-san.

 

He was concerned about whether the young Lee Chul-san was getting caught up in the tricks of famous schools.

 

“You can believe it. I found out that it takes about three days to reach the super-gangho. Is that correct?"

 

“Yes, it takes about that much to walk.”

 

“Please prepare for departure as we have a long way to go.”

 

There was dignity in Lee Cheol-san's words, probably because he was in the position of Grand Master of Cheongeommun Gate.

 

Yakdaemong wondered where the information came from, but he didn't ask any more.

 

Soon after, Cheolsan Lee turned his gaze to Gucheonnodo Shimtong.

 

“Old Sim. This is how things went. It's in the opposite direction from the opening, would you please go with me?"

 

“Since we have come this far, we must see the end. Confucius will also want to hear the results.”

 

"thank you."

 

Lee Cheol-san was reassured as if he had gained a thousand troops and horses.

 

With heartache, Byeokhobang and Daebubang would be able to get through no matter what schemes they had.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Chowonchon.

 

 

 

around dusk.

 

Twenty-five warriors entered the village.

 

Lee Cheol-san and the warriors of the Taepyeong Sangbang are on their way to Chogang Lake in search of Byeokhobang and Daebubang.

 

Since the inn was nowhere to be seen, Yakdaemong Haengsu had to rent a house from the village chief.

 

We rented houses that were almost neglected, but it was still much better than homelessness.

 

Simtong and Lee Cheol-san used oriental medicine.

 

The heartache of going to bed early after dinner made it impossible to sleep.

 

Something tickled my mind, so I kept opening my eyes.

 

Maybe it's because I'm less tired.

 

After reaching the climax, he always struggles with bedtime.

 

Before, I would fall asleep as soon as his head touched the floor, but now that doesn't work.

 

Eventually, the heartache, which had been tossing and turning for a while, quietly rose from the seat.

 

“Growl! Pooh... … .”

 

When he fell asleep, Cheol-san Lee was snoring enough to make his ears tingle.

 

'damn. I'm not even tired, but I can't fall asleep because I'm snoring next to you!'

 

The old sim that had been muttering inside opened the door and went out.

 

It's still drinking time (7:00 pm - 9:00 pm), but maybe it's a village, so I couldn't find a single light.

 

Old sim went out the door with a light heart.

 

‘Is this a side effect of Banro Hwandong?’

 

I didn't even know if it was really half-romantic or not, but the heartache struck me alone.

 

Could it have been almost a lap around the outskirts of town?

 

Heart pain's pace, which had been walking regularly, suddenly slowed down.

 

For far away, on the corner of an alley, I saw something irritating.

 

'what?'

 

At first, I thought it was a bundle of blankets that someone had thrown away.

 

The closer we got, the more certain the strange object became.

 

It was an old man sitting hunched over.

 

Looking at his shabby clothes, it seems that he is not an ordinary person.

 

After all, there is no way that an ordinary old man is sleeping on the street on a winter night.

 

'Am I a wandering old man?'

 

The heartache that was about to pass by just stopped.

 

If it was him in the past, he would definitely remain like that.

 

However, it is heartache from meditating morning and night about the emptiness of life while learning the gucheongi.

 

Heartache approached the old man and tapped him with the tip of his toe.

 

"hey? hey?"

 

Even with a light kick, the old man slid over to the side.

 

Before long, the face of an old man was revealed under the moonlight.

 

In an instant, the heartache made his heart thump.

 

The tough-looking old man with the goatee had a striking resemblance to himself.

 

'What the fuck. I was surprised. What's wrong with your face?'

 

Feeling pain, I involuntarily bent down and put the back of my hand in front of the old man's nose.

 

He doesn't seem to be breathing, so he wants to see if he's dead or alive.

 

He felt the slight breeze on the back of his hand.

 

It doesn't seem to freeze to death yet.

 

Heartache squatted down in front of the old man and violently shook him awake.

 

“This old man. can't you wake up? Do you want to freeze to death? Why are you sleeping on the street? uh?"

 

It was only then that the old man smelled of alcohol.

 

It must have been drunk and spread out on the road.

 

“Grunt! what. who is this."

 

Heart pain replied bluntly to the words of the old man who opened his eyes suddenly.

 

“Who is it? this old man Where is your house, are you going to sleep on the street?”

 

"house?"

 

“Yes, home. Where is your house?”

 

“Hehe. What do you do with someone else's house?”

 

Oddly enough, even the old man's laughter resembled a old sim.

 

Out of curiosity, old sim couldn't easily leave the old man's side.

 

“Can’t you come to your senses? Are you drunk now? uh?"

 

Only then did he come to his senses a little, and the old man struggled to get up.

 

The pain of not being able to see his slow movements supported him.

 

The old man muttered, pointing out of town.

 

“You can go there.”

 

When he pointed outside the village, the pain went away.

 

However, Shim Tong left the village with the help of the old man.

 

After entering the forest, a little, a shabby shrine appeared.

 

Seeing that, the old sim frowned.

 

I thought he was an old man wandering around, but he must have been a male shaman.

 

I felt uncomfortable for some reason, but I couldn’t just leave it and go because I didn’t know me after coming all the way here.

 

Shen Tong helped the old man into the temple.

 

The shrine was full of cold, as if there had never been a fire, and I felt eerie.

 

The ancestral tablets standing in front of the old folding screen seemed to represent the movies of the past.

 

The old man's finger pointed to the cushion placed between the statue of the monk and the general.

 

Old sim did not say anything and sat the old man on the cushion.

 

And just as he was about to turn around and leave, the old man laughed again.

 

A slightly unpleasant heartache shot at the old man.

 

“This senile old man. If you saved me, I should say thank you. Are you really smiling?”

 

Then the old man made a terrifying noise.

 

“Aren’t you excited that the hair below your ears is getting dark? Don't mistake him for rejuvenation. Do you know the term heliotropism?”

 

'Hoegwangbanjo' has the meaning of 'looking back at oneself by shining a light on it'. In Buddhism, 'when one realizes one's spirituality' is called 'heukwang banjo', but Mu-in uses it completely differently.

 

‘The last stage of burning up before death’ is the hee-gwang banjo.

 

“Am I a hemichromatosis?”

 

But the old man of the new party kept talking about himself.

 

“I am originally going to die today. No, I don't even know if he's already dead. Perhaps this is why I came back, but you seem to be the owner. take it.”

 

The old man scratched his hand and tore off a piece of kumquat (about 30 cm) long.

 

It was made of bronze and was heavily rusted from how old it was.

 

The old sim, which had been expecting to be given some kind of treasure, said a word right away.

 

"done. This body won't accept that kind of thing even if you give it to me. that day Please tell me what hee-gwang banjo means. Don't even think of playing tricks on me.”

 

“… … .”

 

However, the old man held up his diamond sword and was silent.

 

After waiting for an answer for a long time, old sim took a step closer to the old man.

 

“Damn it… … .”

 

The old man was dead with a diamond in one hand and his eyes open.

 

He thought he would freeze to death at best, so he took me all the way home and I don't know what this is.

 

Old sim put a finger on the old man's neck just in case.

 

Far from the pulse, the old man's neck was as cold as ice, like a corpse long dead.

 

He feels as if he has gone out of his body, probably because of the applause that resembles him.

 

“Like such a senile old man. He left without giving an explanation.”

 

Old sim, who grumbled, turned around and took a few steps to blow the cold air.

 

Then he paused.

 

He came up with Vajrapani, which he forgot about while paying attention to the word Hoegwang Banjo.

 

“No shit. That's not some kind of treasure, just take what applause gave you and go? The world’s nine thousand old man, Sim Tong?”

 

Even though no one was around, old sim raised his voice excitedly by himself.





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