"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 245 - Auntie helped her monster
Yeon Jeok-ha stared into Yang Gwan-chul's eyes.
“Mister, tell me honestly. Haven’t you formally learned exorcism spells or mantras?”
“Did you learn?”
“Formally?”
At the persistent question, Yang Gwan-chul scratched his head with a puzzled face.
“Just look over your shoulder… … .”
“Tsk! I heard that the Dharma book differs depending on the person writing it. I'll tell you, if you have time, ask the Kunlun Samsun grandfathers to teach you. If you don’t have the confidence to learn it, you can sell or lend the Thunderbolt Sword to them.”
Along with her words, he returned the sword to Yang Guanchul.
“Is this really the law?”
“Yes, I think the problem is with the old man, not with the Thunder Sword.”
“… … .”
Yang Guanchul touched the Cheonroe Shinsword with a complicated face.
Muaedogwan's head priest, who was watching from afar, sneaked up to me.
“Come on, Confucius Yeon. Could you take a look at my Dharma report?”
“Give me.”
He held out his hand without refusing.
After seeing the Thunder God Sword, I wondered what the other magicians' problems were.
Replicant quickly put out a buljin.
“Didn’t you say it was the Buddhist Jin used by Zongliquan?”
“Yes, yes.”
Yeonjeokha carefully inspected the fire.
However, no matter how much I looked at it, I couldn't feel the potential power of the Thunder God Sword.
Just in case, he pushed the gucheongi a little, and immediately there was a ‘jeok’ and the sound of cracking wood.
He quickly retrieved his strength before the fire started.
He was not so weak even when he first made a wooden sword and trained in Obong Mountain.
The buljin looked like it would crumble with just a little bit of force.
He said as he returned the buljin of the match.
“I don’t know if Jong Li Kwon used it, but it’s just an ordinary duster. Don’t save it and use it well when cleaning.”
“… … .”
Bokjaeja covered the fire with a sullen face.
I was expecting a lot because it was a fire jin that Jong Li-kwon used, but it was just dusting.
One of the magicians who was watching insinuated to the Replicant.
“Bok Gwanju, not all items used by immortals are Dharma treasures. In order for it to become a Buddhist treasure, the immortal has to infuse it with spiritual energy.”
Hearing this, the duke laughed bitterly.
Know.
However, he has come this far because he has no ability to determine whether or not he has spiritual energy.
The eyes of the magicians turned to the god of the clear stream of Seonnyeoam.
Her Socheonmu-ryeong also didn't have much effect, so they are faces that want to know the cause.
Hesitantly, the god of the blue sky approached the side of Yeonjeokha.
She was sure to see the law because she had lived by fortune-telling with her small fortune.
Like Yang Guanchul, if she has a problem, she intends to fix what needs to be fixed and learn what needs to be learned.
“Confucius, would you please look at my small heavenly body?”
He silently held out his hand.
Qing Liu Xin took out her Small Heavenly Warden and handed it to Lian Zhi Xia.
jiggle. jiggle.
As soon as he grabbed the handle of her small arms, the younger brother's face twisted.
Like her thunder sword, a strange power was felt in Socheon Mu-ryeong.
However, unlike the divine sword, Socheon Mu-ryeong got goosebumps.
As his spirit was shaken, the nine heavens arose naturally.
Gucheongi passed through the inside of Yeonjeokha to Sojucheon and then crossed to Socheonmuryeong.
Gucheongi contains the energy of pasahyeonjeong (破邪顯正).
Socheon Mu-ryeong, who was caught in Yeonjeok-ha's hand, shook his body like crazy.
Like a snake caught in its head, Socheon Muryeong shuddered violently.
The sorcerers around them trembled at the eerie sound of bells, like a ghostly wail.
Soon after, a rupture was heard as something burst from the ten bells.
Kwajik. Kwajik. Kwajik-.
After ten bursts, the bell fell silent.
After a while, Yeonjeokha shook Socheonmu-ryeong lightly as if joking.
jingle. jingle. Jjalang... … .
Unlike the first time, the sound of the bell was not annoying.
It was just noisy like a rushing stream, far from unpleasant.
'Yes, this is it.'
After appreciating the sound for a while, the Yeonjeokha suddenly held out the Socheon Muryeong to the clear stream god.
"Madame."
"yes?"
The cheongryushin looked at Yeonjeokha with a startled face.
She knew what had happened to Socheon Mu-ryeong without telling her.
She knows herself because she chases away evil spirits with Socheon Mu-ryeong.
It was clear that it was a blessing.
“She didn't help us, she helped the monsters. She said that she supported the monsters. Did you know that this is a demon, too?”
"omg! Is it a demon? It can't be. I used it because I was crazy. Really."
“Nothing to be so surprised about. Because I got rid of the fraud that was contained in the bubble. The sound has become clear and clean.”
"So, then you're saying it's become a normal bubble?"
Cheongryushin made a disappointed face.
That's because the best way to make money is gone.
She couldn't help but feel a tinge of rage at her impudent response.
"Madame. Who made that bell?”
He had seen it before.
Like when a monster dies, blue light flows out of the bell with a popping sound.
It was clear that Socheon Muryeong also sacrificed people like the Twelve Horsemen.
What she said when she introduced herself was not false.
—… … Socheonmuryeong contains the soul of a drowned child. Of course, I didn't drown him. Ho ho ho!
Surprised by his cold eyes, the blue-eyed god hurriedly lowered his gaze.
“I-I also got it from my mother-in-law.”
Shinmo means ‘the mother who bestows a god’, so she is the teacher of the clear stream god.
“New mother?”
“Yes, the former owner of Seonnyeoam was my bridesmaid. She inherited it from him.”
Yeonjeokha looked at the god of the clear stream.
It doesn't seem like a lie.
“Did that woman say ‘it contains the soul of a drowned child’?”
"yes… … .”
“The bell made a human sacrifice. My mother-in-law was trash Auntie, you must be lucky.”
Yeonjeokha, who was blowing a chill, passed by the cheongryushin.
The sorcerers glanced at the clear stream god.
They also knew that what they had just seen was the process of exorcism.
I could never have imagined that the bell of the god of clear streams had such a history!
Since ancient times, there have often been evil spirits made by sacrificing people.
It is the so-called Yeommae (魘魅).
After starving the children for days and days, they put food in a barrel and lure them into it to kill them. By doing so, you can make a barrel containing the child's soul.
It seems that Socheon Muryeong, the god of clean water, was also a yeommae made by killing a child.
Her sorcerers were startled when she belatedly remembered what she had said before.
Qing Liuxin couldn’t lift her head.
As she continued to notice people, she sneaked up to her Yang Guanchul.
“Sheep lord. I guess I have to get out of here.”
“Are you leaving Jemadan?”
Her Yang Guanchul looked at her with her bitter face.
Luckily, things worked out for her, but she didn't have that bad luck either.
It turns out that she used salt plums, so it's a relief if she doesn't get ostracized among magicians.
“You know, what are you asking? Please tell the Cheonjimaeng well.”
“Then, are you going to Seonnyeoam again?”
“Do you have anywhere else to go? I will go there.”
“By the way, what kind of person is Shinmo, so that she made such a ghost?”
It is not possible to create a dye with normal human nature.
Killing a normal child is what a person would do.
“He is a scary person.”
Qing Liu Xin, thinking of her new mother, trembled her body.
Even though she had served her as her teacher and mother for the past twenty years, she was afraid to even think about it.
She wouldn't have dared to go back if her new mother had remained in her celestial.
“How scared are you to leave her body like that?”
“He is a ghost, not a human. ghost."
“Ghosts are horns. An old man who makes dyes is so amazing.”
"Shh! Don't say something that will kill you. My mother-in-law is a clairvoyant, so it's a big deal.”
When Qing Liuxin was frightened, Yang Guanchul felt uncomfortable and did not bring her new mother to her mouth anymore.
Qing Liu Xin, who was watching her, spoke in a whisper.
“Then, please. I'll go.”
She left the Jemadan without being greeted by Yang Gwanchul.
***
Ha Nam.
Sanggu.
Early moning.
About 300 warriors filled the city's outskirts.
These are the people of Cheongryongdae, who stayed overnight in guesthouses and set out on the road.
It was on the way back after defeating the monsters in Tianmen Mountain, but the faces of the victors were not good.
There are as many as fifty victims.
There were no injuries.
Even if a single ember touches the body, it burns down to ashes, so there is no way to get injured.
I was in a state of despondency even after winning when I was helpless after listening only to words.
Not all Blue Dragons are like that.
Only one person, Yeon Seung-baek, had a lively face.
Unexpectedly, he obtained a rare dharma treasure called the Waryong Sword.
He wanted to wield the Waryong Sword as soon as possible, and his body ached.
The waryong swordsman Yeon Mu-baek was about to say something to his younger brother.
No matter what he said now, it would not reach his ears.
'Tsk!'
Moo-baek Yeon, who had clicked his tongue inwardly, looked around with a bored face.
It feels like he has moved away from the center, perhaps because he handed over the Waryong sword to his younger brother.
‘Whoops! Since our position is the tail of the Blue Dragon, am I somehow left behind?'
The lineup of the Blue Dragon is as follows.
Thirty scouts are paving the way at the forefront.
After that, the main camp follows, which can be further divided into three groups.
The leader is Uicheon Geomjon Lee Ui-jeong, Cheongseong faction, Jeonjin faction, and Paengga.
In the center, there are the late exponents, Uicheonmun, and magicians.
The rest of the military fire brigade was concentrated in the rear.
The seat of himself and Yeon Seung-baek is the most behind.
Of course, Uicheon Geomjon did not designate a location for the military fire fighters.
It's just that as we move in groups, such a distinction naturally arises.
The place my brother wants is the center.
He wanted to go next to the later exponents, Lee So-min to be exact.
A person like that is only a younger brother!
That was the goal of the young military firefighters in the rear.
I don't know how many of the 50 or so young people will achieve that dream.
Did you walk for half an hour (1 hour)?
Suddenly, the leader, who had been calm, trembled in Busan.
Wanting to know what's going on, I pull my head out to look, but I hear a soft flute from the front.
A sound was heard.
Afterwards, Uicheon Geomjon, the Cheongseong faction, and the advancing faction hurriedly ran.
It seemed that there was a problem with the foremost scouting group.
As the head of the main camp moved quickly, the center and rear stretched out.
The later exponents, Uicheonmundo, and magicians advanced to the front where Paengga was.
Even so, I didn't think it was dangerous.
There were more than two hundred and fifty warriors in the center and rear of the paengga, so that was enough.
Yeon Seung-baek, who was looking ahead, asked with an excited face.
“Brother, do you think things have exploded?”
“It seems so, but calm down. The opponent is a famous school.”
“What are you so nervous about? Hyung also saw the sorcerers in action. Even more so, I am a person who has both martial arts and martial arts skills. Do you think I can’t do it like Jeokha?”
'men and horses! Unlike us, Jeok Ha has learned all of Yeon's secret martial arts!'
But the haze bag forced him to swallow his words that had risen up his throat.
Talking about it here would only stimulate his younger brother's sympathy.
Panga masters in the lead went around shouting, “Prepare for a surprise attack by the enemy.”
Suddenly, Moo-baek Yeon remembered the word ‘Seongdonggyeokseo’.
Are you trying to target the weakened base while Uicheon Swordsman went to support the scouting team?
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 245 - Auntie helped her monster
Yeon Jeok-ha stared into Yang Gwan-chul's eyes.
“Mister, tell me honestly. Haven’t you formally learned exorcism spells or mantras?”
“Did you learn?”
“Formally?”
At the persistent question, Yang Gwan-chul scratched his head with a puzzled face.
“Just look over your shoulder… … .”
“Tsk! I heard that the Dharma book differs depending on the person writing it. I'll tell you, if you have time, ask the Kunlun Samsun grandfathers to teach you. If you don’t have the confidence to learn it, you can sell or lend the Thunderbolt Sword to them.”
Along with her words, he returned the sword to Yang Guanchul.
“Is this really the law?”
“Yes, I think the problem is with the old man, not with the Thunder Sword.”
“… … .”
Yang Guanchul touched the Cheonroe Shinsword with a complicated face.
Muaedogwan's head priest, who was watching from afar, sneaked up to me.
“Come on, Confucius Yeon. Could you take a look at my Dharma report?”
“Give me.”
He held out his hand without refusing.
After seeing the Thunder God Sword, I wondered what the other magicians' problems were.
Replicant quickly put out a buljin.
“Didn’t you say it was the Buddhist Jin used by Zongliquan?”
“Yes, yes.”
Yeonjeokha carefully inspected the fire.
However, no matter how much I looked at it, I couldn't feel the potential power of the Thunder God Sword.
Just in case, he pushed the gucheongi a little, and immediately there was a ‘jeok’ and the sound of cracking wood.
He quickly retrieved his strength before the fire started.
He was not so weak even when he first made a wooden sword and trained in Obong Mountain.
The buljin looked like it would crumble with just a little bit of force.
He said as he returned the buljin of the match.
“I don’t know if Jong Li Kwon used it, but it’s just an ordinary duster. Don’t save it and use it well when cleaning.”
“… … .”
Bokjaeja covered the fire with a sullen face.
I was expecting a lot because it was a fire jin that Jong Li-kwon used, but it was just dusting.
One of the magicians who was watching insinuated to the Replicant.
“Bok Gwanju, not all items used by immortals are Dharma treasures. In order for it to become a Buddhist treasure, the immortal has to infuse it with spiritual energy.”
Hearing this, the duke laughed bitterly.
Know.
However, he has come this far because he has no ability to determine whether or not he has spiritual energy.
The eyes of the magicians turned to the god of the clear stream of Seonnyeoam.
Her Socheonmu-ryeong also didn't have much effect, so they are faces that want to know the cause.
Hesitantly, the god of the blue sky approached the side of Yeonjeokha.
She was sure to see the law because she had lived by fortune-telling with her small fortune.
Like Yang Guanchul, if she has a problem, she intends to fix what needs to be fixed and learn what needs to be learned.
“Confucius, would you please look at my small heavenly body?”
He silently held out his hand.
Qing Liu Xin took out her Small Heavenly Warden and handed it to Lian Zhi Xia.
jiggle. jiggle.
As soon as he grabbed the handle of her small arms, the younger brother's face twisted.
Like her thunder sword, a strange power was felt in Socheon Mu-ryeong.
However, unlike the divine sword, Socheon Mu-ryeong got goosebumps.
As his spirit was shaken, the nine heavens arose naturally.
Gucheongi passed through the inside of Yeonjeokha to Sojucheon and then crossed to Socheonmuryeong.
Gucheongi contains the energy of pasahyeonjeong (破邪顯正).
Socheon Mu-ryeong, who was caught in Yeonjeok-ha's hand, shook his body like crazy.
Like a snake caught in its head, Socheon Muryeong shuddered violently.
The sorcerers around them trembled at the eerie sound of bells, like a ghostly wail.
Soon after, a rupture was heard as something burst from the ten bells.
Kwajik. Kwajik. Kwajik-.
After ten bursts, the bell fell silent.
After a while, Yeonjeokha shook Socheonmu-ryeong lightly as if joking.
jingle. jingle. Jjalang... … .
Unlike the first time, the sound of the bell was not annoying.
It was just noisy like a rushing stream, far from unpleasant.
'Yes, this is it.'
After appreciating the sound for a while, the Yeonjeokha suddenly held out the Socheon Muryeong to the clear stream god.
"Madame."
"yes?"
The cheongryushin looked at Yeonjeokha with a startled face.
She knew what had happened to Socheon Mu-ryeong without telling her.
She knows herself because she chases away evil spirits with Socheon Mu-ryeong.
It was clear that it was a blessing.
“She didn't help us, she helped the monsters. She said that she supported the monsters. Did you know that this is a demon, too?”
"omg! Is it a demon? It can't be. I used it because I was crazy. Really."
“Nothing to be so surprised about. Because I got rid of the fraud that was contained in the bubble. The sound has become clear and clean.”
"So, then you're saying it's become a normal bubble?"
Cheongryushin made a disappointed face.
That's because the best way to make money is gone.
She couldn't help but feel a tinge of rage at her impudent response.
"Madame. Who made that bell?”
He had seen it before.
Like when a monster dies, blue light flows out of the bell with a popping sound.
It was clear that Socheon Muryeong also sacrificed people like the Twelve Horsemen.
What she said when she introduced herself was not false.
—… … Socheonmuryeong contains the soul of a drowned child. Of course, I didn't drown him. Ho ho ho!
Surprised by his cold eyes, the blue-eyed god hurriedly lowered his gaze.
“I-I also got it from my mother-in-law.”
Shinmo means ‘the mother who bestows a god’, so she is the teacher of the clear stream god.
“New mother?”
“Yes, the former owner of Seonnyeoam was my bridesmaid. She inherited it from him.”
Yeonjeokha looked at the god of the clear stream.
It doesn't seem like a lie.
“Did that woman say ‘it contains the soul of a drowned child’?”
"yes… … .”
“The bell made a human sacrifice. My mother-in-law was trash Auntie, you must be lucky.”
Yeonjeokha, who was blowing a chill, passed by the cheongryushin.
The sorcerers glanced at the clear stream god.
They also knew that what they had just seen was the process of exorcism.
I could never have imagined that the bell of the god of clear streams had such a history!
Since ancient times, there have often been evil spirits made by sacrificing people.
It is the so-called Yeommae (魘魅).
After starving the children for days and days, they put food in a barrel and lure them into it to kill them. By doing so, you can make a barrel containing the child's soul.
It seems that Socheon Muryeong, the god of clean water, was also a yeommae made by killing a child.
Her sorcerers were startled when she belatedly remembered what she had said before.
Qing Liuxin couldn’t lift her head.
As she continued to notice people, she sneaked up to her Yang Guanchul.
“Sheep lord. I guess I have to get out of here.”
“Are you leaving Jemadan?”
Her Yang Guanchul looked at her with her bitter face.
Luckily, things worked out for her, but she didn't have that bad luck either.
It turns out that she used salt plums, so it's a relief if she doesn't get ostracized among magicians.
“You know, what are you asking? Please tell the Cheonjimaeng well.”
“Then, are you going to Seonnyeoam again?”
“Do you have anywhere else to go? I will go there.”
“By the way, what kind of person is Shinmo, so that she made such a ghost?”
It is not possible to create a dye with normal human nature.
Killing a normal child is what a person would do.
“He is a scary person.”
Qing Liu Xin, thinking of her new mother, trembled her body.
Even though she had served her as her teacher and mother for the past twenty years, she was afraid to even think about it.
She wouldn't have dared to go back if her new mother had remained in her celestial.
“How scared are you to leave her body like that?”
“He is a ghost, not a human. ghost."
“Ghosts are horns. An old man who makes dyes is so amazing.”
"Shh! Don't say something that will kill you. My mother-in-law is a clairvoyant, so it's a big deal.”
When Qing Liuxin was frightened, Yang Guanchul felt uncomfortable and did not bring her new mother to her mouth anymore.
Qing Liu Xin, who was watching her, spoke in a whisper.
“Then, please. I'll go.”
She left the Jemadan without being greeted by Yang Gwanchul.
***
Ha Nam.
Sanggu.
Early moning.
About 300 warriors filled the city's outskirts.
These are the people of Cheongryongdae, who stayed overnight in guesthouses and set out on the road.
It was on the way back after defeating the monsters in Tianmen Mountain, but the faces of the victors were not good.
There are as many as fifty victims.
There were no injuries.
Even if a single ember touches the body, it burns down to ashes, so there is no way to get injured.
I was in a state of despondency even after winning when I was helpless after listening only to words.
Not all Blue Dragons are like that.
Only one person, Yeon Seung-baek, had a lively face.
Unexpectedly, he obtained a rare dharma treasure called the Waryong Sword.
He wanted to wield the Waryong Sword as soon as possible, and his body ached.
The waryong swordsman Yeon Mu-baek was about to say something to his younger brother.
No matter what he said now, it would not reach his ears.
'Tsk!'
Moo-baek Yeon, who had clicked his tongue inwardly, looked around with a bored face.
It feels like he has moved away from the center, perhaps because he handed over the Waryong sword to his younger brother.
‘Whoops! Since our position is the tail of the Blue Dragon, am I somehow left behind?'
The lineup of the Blue Dragon is as follows.
Thirty scouts are paving the way at the forefront.
After that, the main camp follows, which can be further divided into three groups.
The leader is Uicheon Geomjon Lee Ui-jeong, Cheongseong faction, Jeonjin faction, and Paengga.
In the center, there are the late exponents, Uicheonmun, and magicians.
The rest of the military fire brigade was concentrated in the rear.
The seat of himself and Yeon Seung-baek is the most behind.
Of course, Uicheon Geomjon did not designate a location for the military fire fighters.
It's just that as we move in groups, such a distinction naturally arises.
The place my brother wants is the center.
He wanted to go next to the later exponents, Lee So-min to be exact.
A person like that is only a younger brother!
That was the goal of the young military firefighters in the rear.
I don't know how many of the 50 or so young people will achieve that dream.
Did you walk for half an hour (1 hour)?
Suddenly, the leader, who had been calm, trembled in Busan.
Wanting to know what's going on, I pull my head out to look, but I hear a soft flute from the front.
A sound was heard.
Afterwards, Uicheon Geomjon, the Cheongseong faction, and the advancing faction hurriedly ran.
It seemed that there was a problem with the foremost scouting group.
As the head of the main camp moved quickly, the center and rear stretched out.
The later exponents, Uicheonmundo, and magicians advanced to the front where Paengga was.
Even so, I didn't think it was dangerous.
There were more than two hundred and fifty warriors in the center and rear of the paengga, so that was enough.
Yeon Seung-baek, who was looking ahead, asked with an excited face.
“Brother, do you think things have exploded?”
“It seems so, but calm down. The opponent is a famous school.”
“What are you so nervous about? Hyung also saw the sorcerers in action. Even more so, I am a person who has both martial arts and martial arts skills. Do you think I can’t do it like Jeokha?”
'men and horses! Unlike us, Jeok Ha has learned all of Yeon's secret martial arts!'
But the haze bag forced him to swallow his words that had risen up his throat.
Talking about it here would only stimulate his younger brother's sympathy.
Panga masters in the lead went around shouting, “Prepare for a surprise attack by the enemy.”
Suddenly, Moo-baek Yeon remembered the word ‘Seongdonggyeokseo’.
Are you trying to target the weakened base while Uicheon Swordsman went to support the scouting team?
