"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 216 - There is no such shrine
Gu Cheonno also struggled with old sim, but eventually returned home with a diamond knife.
Maybe he was more upset because he knew he would.
That night, he threw the rusty keumgangjeo in the corner of the room and went back to sleep.
the next morning.
It is around the time Lee Cheol-san and his party in Bankan-do finish their breakfast.
I didn't even call, but the village chief came and snooped here and there.
“The old man.”
“Yes, old man.”
When Shimtong, who looked older than himself, called for the village chief, he often walked closer.
“There seems to be an old man dead in the shrine outside the village. Give him a funeral.”
“A god?”
The village chief tilted his head.
This is because there is nothing to call a shrine near Jowonchon.
“Why is there an old shrine about this li (about 800 meters) east of the village? There is an old man who looks like me dead. From the looks of it, he seems to be from this village. Please give him a funeral.”
Only then did the village chief look at the old sim with startled eyes.
Old sim, not wanting to be misunderstood as having killed a person for no reason, hurriedly said.
“I didn’t kill you, so don’t look at me like that. He must have died of old age. If I had killed you, would you have asked me to give you a funeral?”
"no. So I didn't see it. To the east, there is nothing worthy of a shrine.”
“Because there is. It was shabby, but there was a shrine. Think carefully.”
"ah! There is a strange house site you mentioned in the woods. Are you referring to that?”
“A homestead? Then no. I meant a shrine It's a shrine with the main gate intact. When I went in, there was a large folding screen, and there were dozens of mortuary tablets on the statues of rakshals and generals.”
“That is very strange. There is no such shrine in our village.”
"her! this person. You'll soon find out, you're lying. I heard they were in the woods about two miles away.”
As the heartache and the village chief spoke for a long time, Lee Cheol-san approached.
“Old Sim. Is there a problem?"
“No, I went out for a walk last night and took an old drunken man to the shrine. But the village chief said that there is no shrine in the village. Does this make sense?”
Lee Cheol-san turned his gaze to the village chief.
“Old Sim is not one to talk nonsense. Tell me the truth.”
Then, as if the village chief was frustrated, he hit me in the chest with a ‘puck-puck’.
“Oh, warriors! I am a person who knows nothing about this town. I even know how many rice bowls are in someone's house. There is no shrine in the village or within 10 li (about 4 km) nearby.”
Cheol-san Lee shrugged his shoulders in pain.
“I guess so.”
I looked at the village chief and Lee Chul-san alternately with an absurd face.
“So, you're saying I'm lying? Do you have something to eat?”
The words of old sim were true, so Lee Cheol-san only scratched the back of his head.
“No? I must have said no!”
The old sim, which had been raging, hugged the village chief's waist with one arm and performed light maneuvers.
In the blink of an eye, the old sim and the village chief disappeared.
Surprised, Cheolsan Lee hurriedly flew after Simtong.
Old sim went to the spot where he met the old man last night, then moved east.
For him, this distance is by no means far.
How many times did the village chief in his arms say ‘Huh? Huh?’ By the time he had already passed Lee.
'It must be somewhere around here.'
His old sim went a little further when the shrine didn't come out.
Having gone five li (about 2 km) in one go, he came back three li (1.2 km).
As he looked around the place where the shrine had been, he saw something that looked like a house, just as the village chief had said.
The village chief said with a dying face.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? There is only a house site here.”
Lee Cheol-san, who arrived late, alternately looked at Simtong and the village chief.
Apparently, the shrine Simtong mentioned and the house site the village head mentioned seemed to be the same place.
'How could that be?'
At that time, the village chief threw a word in response to the matter.
“It seems that the elder had a bad dream, no, a good dream last night.”
It seemed like a nightmare to hear that someone had died, but the sound didn't come out.
The old sim from looking around the house site closely disappeared like a ghost with a sneering cry of “Hey!”
After a while, heartache appeared at the house where we stayed overnight.
He hurried into the room like a man with his butt on fire.
In the corner of the room, I saw a rusty gold plate.
He held the diamond sword in his hand and looked around.
“Then where the hell did this come from?”
***
The boundary between Fuyang and Hoenam.
Cho Kang Ho.
Banyajang.
Paedo Ilwicheon, the owner of Banyajang, is an unusual person.
He had previously struggled to become the Twelve Horsemen. Of course, to command the world.
However, when he became a soldier of the Twelve Horses, he suddenly felt skeptical about his life, handed over the seat of the ark to his son, and secretly descended to Chogangho.
Of course, he did not respond to the summons of the famous church.
It was a secret that only his family knew that he was almost secluded in Chogangho.
The banyajang built on the lakeside was crowded with people.
These are the rooms of Byeokhobang and Daebubang.
Ilmuwon of the Ark in Byeokhobang and Seongoh Kang of the Ark of Daebubang changed their destinations and hid in Chogangho when they heard a rumor that “Mt.
In words, he said, 'I'm not afraid of Lee Cheol-san', but when he actually shut up, I was scared.
main building.
Around lunchtime, two men sat across from each other.
Ilwicheon, the lord of Banyajang, and his son, Ilmuwon.
The worker sipped the lukewarm tea, watching his father's eyes.
His father went down to Chogang Lake and told him not to look for him as a breakwater.
However, without hesitation, he led not only the Byeokho room, but also the Daebu room.
I thought he would be angry like fire, but surprisingly, his father was calm.
As if he knew when this would happen.
It is an unbelievable change considering the appearance of his father, who was called 'Paedo' in the past.
"Father, It is said that Cheolsan Lee is in Buyang. I'd rather hit Cheolsan Lee first. And why don't you go to Luoyang while he's alone?”
Luoyang is the place where famous religious leaders ordered the believers to assemble.
In fact, Ilmuwon was deeply troubled by his father's refusal to accept a famous religious name.
Ilwicheon spoke naturally.
“How a thirsty man digs a well. If you stay here, he will come to you eventually. By the way, is Cheolsan Lee that great? It's a name I've never heard of before."
“He is strong enough to defeat the Infinite Seven Gates alone.”
“Salcheondo Gokmun-sang’s Chilsangmun?”
"Yes."
“Hmm. Quite right.”
At that level of inaction, he was a tough opponent even for himself before he became a soldier of the Twelve Horses.
“By the way, are you really not planning to go up to Luoyang?”
Now, Ilmuwon's interest was not in Lee Chul-san, but in the summoning order of famous schools.
“If that was the case, he wouldn’t even come down to super-strong.”
“What would you say at a famous school?”
“It must be a curse.”
Ilwicheon took it lightly.
Seeing his father like that, Ilmuwon went beyond frustrated and was secretly angry.
“I don't understand.”
"What?"
“Didn’t your father become the Twelve Horsemen in order to rule the world?”
"It did."
“Then why are you in Chogang Lake? If it were Father Muwei, he would have no rival in Namjikryeseong, not even in support.”
Il Wei-cheon looked at his son with calm eyes.
There was a time when he himself was so full of passion.
I wonder if the nickname was Paedo?
“Muwon.”
"Yes."
“I have no connections or talent. Just a healthy body. Do you know what surprised me when I entered the famous school? Guys that you would know just by hearing the name have been flocking here aiming for the Twelve Horsemen.”
“But my father became a soldier of the Twelve Horses sooner than they did.”
“Yes, I overcame those guys with only my loyalty and became the Twelve Horsemen. By the way.”
Yi Wei-cheon paused for a moment.
He is still not sure if his choice is right.
However, the moment he became a soldier of the Twelve Horses, he gained a certain realization, and because of that, he went into hiding, not hiding.
No one in the world will understand his decision like this.
“I have no faith. Of course, there are limits to the loyalty you can show. It's not like there's someone on campus to pull me along. When I was in a famous school, I only had to do good things for others, so I had no choice but to leave.”
“My father stopped not only from famous schools, but also from his outside activities.”
“It’s because I don’t want to attract the attention of famous churches. If I make a name for myself, will they leave me alone?”
"Isn't it better to live in harmony with the famous religion than to live in hiding?"
“Am I right? Do you think moderation is possible when life is at stake?”
“Are we all living on the edge of a sword anyway?”
“That is also true. But you don't walk on the edge of a sword to die.”
“My father is the one who said that dangerous things usually come with a price. You've been working on the Byeokhobang like that, so why all of a sudden... … .”
“Do you know what the name of this manor is?”
“Half-yard?”
"Okay. Prajna means wisdom. I learned what wisdom is too late. When I was young, I had no wisdom. just like you now So I did anything to gain power. whatever... … .”
Remorse flashed in Ilwicheon's eyes.
The monk who became the 15th sacrifice was different from before.
He didn't ask for help.
He didn't even resent or curse himself; he muttered something until his throat was cut.
It was a half-night watch.
Then he knew intuitively.
This one is real, and he knows he's going to be a Twelve Horses now.
As expected, unprecedented power passed through the Eight Spirit Commandments.
But what is this?
As if I had been cursed, the Heart Sutra of the Perfection kept ringing in my ears.
The sound did not disappear even after the energy of the Paljuryeong settled down in the dantian.
I have never crossed the threshold of a temple in my life, but now I can recite the Heart Sutra.
Together with enlightenment.
He came to know how vain he aspired and what he had done for it.
“… … I regret becoming the Twelve Horsemen.”
Ilmuwon shook his head with his astonished face.
What kind of existence is the Twelve Horses!
Even if an ordinary soldier is reborn hundreds of times, he cannot acquire the free history of the Twelve Horses.
Hand what the people of the world want put it in and regret it?
Ilmuwon regarded his father's words as the grumbling of a man with a full stomach.
***
Hyun.
around dusk.
Lee Cheol-san and twenty-five upper warriors entered the downtown area.
Soon after, the Yak Dae-mong, who was at the rear, came forward.
to get the point.
He looked around nonstop and pointed to a large inn.
It was Yakdaemon's business anyway, so the people moved on without saying anything.
Upon entering the inn, the smell of food from the restaurant on the first floor hit me.
People spread out in groups of threes and fives and settled down.
While Yak Dae-mong negotiated the accommodation fee with the owner, Jeom So-yi walked around and took orders.
Shim Tong, Lee Chul-san, Han Chae-yeon, and Ha So-baek sat huddled together at a table as always.
“Old Sim. I've been wondering all day, what is it?”
Hasobak's finger pointed at the waist of Simtong, who was sitting across from him.
“This iron? I don't even know the name.”
“It’s not a dagger, it’s not a club, it looks amazing, right? Where did you get it?”
“I picked it up.”
"To? Where?”
Ha Sobaek tilted his head.
I don't remember seeing anything strange like that on the way here.
Then Lee Cheol-san intervened.
“It looks like you picked it up at the site of a shrine in Jowonchon this morning.”
“Well, it’s not morning… ….”
Old sim mumbled with an unconfident face.
I'm sure I got it 'at night' from an old man, but I don't know why they keep saying 'morning'.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 216 - There is no such shrine
Gu Cheonno also struggled with old sim, but eventually returned home with a diamond knife.
Maybe he was more upset because he knew he would.
That night, he threw the rusty keumgangjeo in the corner of the room and went back to sleep.
the next morning.
It is around the time Lee Cheol-san and his party in Bankan-do finish their breakfast.
I didn't even call, but the village chief came and snooped here and there.
“The old man.”
“Yes, old man.”
When Shimtong, who looked older than himself, called for the village chief, he often walked closer.
“There seems to be an old man dead in the shrine outside the village. Give him a funeral.”
“A god?”
The village chief tilted his head.
This is because there is nothing to call a shrine near Jowonchon.
“Why is there an old shrine about this li (about 800 meters) east of the village? There is an old man who looks like me dead. From the looks of it, he seems to be from this village. Please give him a funeral.”
Only then did the village chief look at the old sim with startled eyes.
Old sim, not wanting to be misunderstood as having killed a person for no reason, hurriedly said.
“I didn’t kill you, so don’t look at me like that. He must have died of old age. If I had killed you, would you have asked me to give you a funeral?”
"no. So I didn't see it. To the east, there is nothing worthy of a shrine.”
“Because there is. It was shabby, but there was a shrine. Think carefully.”
"ah! There is a strange house site you mentioned in the woods. Are you referring to that?”
“A homestead? Then no. I meant a shrine It's a shrine with the main gate intact. When I went in, there was a large folding screen, and there were dozens of mortuary tablets on the statues of rakshals and generals.”
“That is very strange. There is no such shrine in our village.”
"her! this person. You'll soon find out, you're lying. I heard they were in the woods about two miles away.”
As the heartache and the village chief spoke for a long time, Lee Cheol-san approached.
“Old Sim. Is there a problem?"
“No, I went out for a walk last night and took an old drunken man to the shrine. But the village chief said that there is no shrine in the village. Does this make sense?”
Lee Cheol-san turned his gaze to the village chief.
“Old Sim is not one to talk nonsense. Tell me the truth.”
Then, as if the village chief was frustrated, he hit me in the chest with a ‘puck-puck’.
“Oh, warriors! I am a person who knows nothing about this town. I even know how many rice bowls are in someone's house. There is no shrine in the village or within 10 li (about 4 km) nearby.”
Cheol-san Lee shrugged his shoulders in pain.
“I guess so.”
I looked at the village chief and Lee Chul-san alternately with an absurd face.
“So, you're saying I'm lying? Do you have something to eat?”
The words of old sim were true, so Lee Cheol-san only scratched the back of his head.
“No? I must have said no!”
The old sim, which had been raging, hugged the village chief's waist with one arm and performed light maneuvers.
In the blink of an eye, the old sim and the village chief disappeared.
Surprised, Cheolsan Lee hurriedly flew after Simtong.
Old sim went to the spot where he met the old man last night, then moved east.
For him, this distance is by no means far.
How many times did the village chief in his arms say ‘Huh? Huh?’ By the time he had already passed Lee.
'It must be somewhere around here.'
His old sim went a little further when the shrine didn't come out.
Having gone five li (about 2 km) in one go, he came back three li (1.2 km).
As he looked around the place where the shrine had been, he saw something that looked like a house, just as the village chief had said.
The village chief said with a dying face.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? There is only a house site here.”
Lee Cheol-san, who arrived late, alternately looked at Simtong and the village chief.
Apparently, the shrine Simtong mentioned and the house site the village head mentioned seemed to be the same place.
'How could that be?'
At that time, the village chief threw a word in response to the matter.
“It seems that the elder had a bad dream, no, a good dream last night.”
It seemed like a nightmare to hear that someone had died, but the sound didn't come out.
The old sim from looking around the house site closely disappeared like a ghost with a sneering cry of “Hey!”
After a while, heartache appeared at the house where we stayed overnight.
He hurried into the room like a man with his butt on fire.
In the corner of the room, I saw a rusty gold plate.
He held the diamond sword in his hand and looked around.
“Then where the hell did this come from?”
***
The boundary between Fuyang and Hoenam.
Cho Kang Ho.
Banyajang.
Paedo Ilwicheon, the owner of Banyajang, is an unusual person.
He had previously struggled to become the Twelve Horsemen. Of course, to command the world.
However, when he became a soldier of the Twelve Horses, he suddenly felt skeptical about his life, handed over the seat of the ark to his son, and secretly descended to Chogangho.
Of course, he did not respond to the summons of the famous church.
It was a secret that only his family knew that he was almost secluded in Chogangho.
The banyajang built on the lakeside was crowded with people.
These are the rooms of Byeokhobang and Daebubang.
Ilmuwon of the Ark in Byeokhobang and Seongoh Kang of the Ark of Daebubang changed their destinations and hid in Chogangho when they heard a rumor that “Mt.
In words, he said, 'I'm not afraid of Lee Cheol-san', but when he actually shut up, I was scared.
main building.
Around lunchtime, two men sat across from each other.
Ilwicheon, the lord of Banyajang, and his son, Ilmuwon.
The worker sipped the lukewarm tea, watching his father's eyes.
His father went down to Chogang Lake and told him not to look for him as a breakwater.
However, without hesitation, he led not only the Byeokho room, but also the Daebu room.
I thought he would be angry like fire, but surprisingly, his father was calm.
As if he knew when this would happen.
It is an unbelievable change considering the appearance of his father, who was called 'Paedo' in the past.
"Father, It is said that Cheolsan Lee is in Buyang. I'd rather hit Cheolsan Lee first. And why don't you go to Luoyang while he's alone?”
Luoyang is the place where famous religious leaders ordered the believers to assemble.
In fact, Ilmuwon was deeply troubled by his father's refusal to accept a famous religious name.
Ilwicheon spoke naturally.
“How a thirsty man digs a well. If you stay here, he will come to you eventually. By the way, is Cheolsan Lee that great? It's a name I've never heard of before."
“He is strong enough to defeat the Infinite Seven Gates alone.”
“Salcheondo Gokmun-sang’s Chilsangmun?”
"Yes."
“Hmm. Quite right.”
At that level of inaction, he was a tough opponent even for himself before he became a soldier of the Twelve Horses.
“By the way, are you really not planning to go up to Luoyang?”
Now, Ilmuwon's interest was not in Lee Chul-san, but in the summoning order of famous schools.
“If that was the case, he wouldn’t even come down to super-strong.”
“What would you say at a famous school?”
“It must be a curse.”
Ilwicheon took it lightly.
Seeing his father like that, Ilmuwon went beyond frustrated and was secretly angry.
“I don't understand.”
"What?"
“Didn’t your father become the Twelve Horsemen in order to rule the world?”
"It did."
“Then why are you in Chogang Lake? If it were Father Muwei, he would have no rival in Namjikryeseong, not even in support.”
Il Wei-cheon looked at his son with calm eyes.
There was a time when he himself was so full of passion.
I wonder if the nickname was Paedo?
“Muwon.”
"Yes."
“I have no connections or talent. Just a healthy body. Do you know what surprised me when I entered the famous school? Guys that you would know just by hearing the name have been flocking here aiming for the Twelve Horsemen.”
“But my father became a soldier of the Twelve Horses sooner than they did.”
“Yes, I overcame those guys with only my loyalty and became the Twelve Horsemen. By the way.”
Yi Wei-cheon paused for a moment.
He is still not sure if his choice is right.
However, the moment he became a soldier of the Twelve Horses, he gained a certain realization, and because of that, he went into hiding, not hiding.
No one in the world will understand his decision like this.
“I have no faith. Of course, there are limits to the loyalty you can show. It's not like there's someone on campus to pull me along. When I was in a famous school, I only had to do good things for others, so I had no choice but to leave.”
“My father stopped not only from famous schools, but also from his outside activities.”
“It’s because I don’t want to attract the attention of famous churches. If I make a name for myself, will they leave me alone?”
"Isn't it better to live in harmony with the famous religion than to live in hiding?"
“Am I right? Do you think moderation is possible when life is at stake?”
“Are we all living on the edge of a sword anyway?”
“That is also true. But you don't walk on the edge of a sword to die.”
“My father is the one who said that dangerous things usually come with a price. You've been working on the Byeokhobang like that, so why all of a sudden... … .”
“Do you know what the name of this manor is?”
“Half-yard?”
"Okay. Prajna means wisdom. I learned what wisdom is too late. When I was young, I had no wisdom. just like you now So I did anything to gain power. whatever... … .”
Remorse flashed in Ilwicheon's eyes.
The monk who became the 15th sacrifice was different from before.
He didn't ask for help.
He didn't even resent or curse himself; he muttered something until his throat was cut.
It was a half-night watch.
Then he knew intuitively.
This one is real, and he knows he's going to be a Twelve Horses now.
As expected, unprecedented power passed through the Eight Spirit Commandments.
But what is this?
As if I had been cursed, the Heart Sutra of the Perfection kept ringing in my ears.
The sound did not disappear even after the energy of the Paljuryeong settled down in the dantian.
I have never crossed the threshold of a temple in my life, but now I can recite the Heart Sutra.
Together with enlightenment.
He came to know how vain he aspired and what he had done for it.
“… … I regret becoming the Twelve Horsemen.”
Ilmuwon shook his head with his astonished face.
What kind of existence is the Twelve Horses!
Even if an ordinary soldier is reborn hundreds of times, he cannot acquire the free history of the Twelve Horses.
Hand what the people of the world want put it in and regret it?
Ilmuwon regarded his father's words as the grumbling of a man with a full stomach.
***
Hyun.
around dusk.
Lee Cheol-san and twenty-five upper warriors entered the downtown area.
Soon after, the Yak Dae-mong, who was at the rear, came forward.
to get the point.
He looked around nonstop and pointed to a large inn.
It was Yakdaemon's business anyway, so the people moved on without saying anything.
Upon entering the inn, the smell of food from the restaurant on the first floor hit me.
People spread out in groups of threes and fives and settled down.
While Yak Dae-mong negotiated the accommodation fee with the owner, Jeom So-yi walked around and took orders.
Shim Tong, Lee Chul-san, Han Chae-yeon, and Ha So-baek sat huddled together at a table as always.
“Old Sim. I've been wondering all day, what is it?”
Hasobak's finger pointed at the waist of Simtong, who was sitting across from him.
“This iron? I don't even know the name.”
“It’s not a dagger, it’s not a club, it looks amazing, right? Where did you get it?”
“I picked it up.”
"To? Where?”
Ha Sobaek tilted his head.
I don't remember seeing anything strange like that on the way here.
Then Lee Cheol-san intervened.
“It looks like you picked it up at the site of a shrine in Jowonchon this morning.”
“Well, it’s not morning… ….”
Old sim mumbled with an unconfident face.
I'm sure I got it 'at night' from an old man, but I don't know why they keep saying 'morning'.
