"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 277 - I am a famous religious leader
Moo-deok, the first lord of the present stage, Musang-do, faced his son.
“What do you wish for?”
Instead of answering, Jang Kang-ho, the windbreaker, picked up a glass of wine.
Even at this moment, his heart was going back and forth.
His head says, ‘Let’s go back around here,’ but his heart says, ‘Go.
Even in the many ganghohaeng-eul, there has never been a day like today.
No one would believe it if the whims of the map of wind were boiling.
When he was silent, Jang Moo-deok asked again as if to confirm.
"Are you sure you don't feel that good?"
“Honestly, yes. I thought I came this far because I was swayed by the musketeer's prank.”
“I came and saw that it was not at all?”
“It seems that the musketeer did not know much about the affairs of the prefecture.”
"Because he's always looking at Namgoongsegae."
“Did your father know?”
“Didn’t you say that the people’s mind is the heart of heaven? The reason why people call Namgung-yeon queen is because of her outstanding abilities, but she also cannot ignore her antipathy toward the musketeers. Since the Musketeer pushes Namgung Sega too much, people keep Namgung Yeon in check by giving Namgung Yeon a boost.”
"If that's true, that's really bizarre."
“When you are about my age, you will be able to see a little bit of things called heavenly principles. Heaven seems to be indifferent to human affairs, but balances them in a totally outlandish way.”
“Looking at it through the eyes of such a father, how is Mt. Fengji? Is it really the gates of hell and the beginning of the end? Will the balance of the sky be right on Mt. Fungji?”
“Tsk tsk! stupid guy How can the balance of the sky be adjusted on Mt. Pungji, which is still? First there is change, then there is harmony.”
“Are we in the middle of a one-sided change?”
“If Mt. Pungji is, as people say, a ‘mountain of death,’ it would be so. I just hope the change is something we can handle.”
“If our Hyunmudae cannot handle it, it will be difficult for Cheonjimaeng to handle it too.”
“You are right. That’s why we have to go to Mt. Pungji to check it out.”
“… … .”
Jang Kang-ho nodded his head.
Hearing my father's words made my mind clear.
After that, the rich man got up from his seat after drinking a few more drinks in silence.
***
the next morning.
Hyeonmudae masters set off for Pungjisan.
After walking until around noon, Mt. Fengji was close enough to be seen with the naked eye.
It is the time when masters of the current martial arts pass through the village at the foot of the mountain.
Dozens of villagers rushed in and shouted as if they had heard the rumors.
“Coopers! Please find my son. There has been no news since I went to the mountain to cut wood.”
“Find my father too! I haven't heard from you for fifteen days since you went to the mountain!”
“My mother too! He went to gather herbs and is not coming back!”
“My father too… … .”
People poured out various stories to the masters of Cheonjimaeng.
Later, the road was blocked by villagers.
Zhang Kang-ho, who was worse than him, raised his strength and shouted.
“Listen! We are the people of Cheonjimaeng who came to investigate Mt. Fengji! Now you are blocking our way! How can you find someone when you can’t go!”
Only then did the villagers calm their excitement and retreat.
After a while, an old man in his seventies approached Jang Moo-deok, who was passing through the center of the village.
“Guests, I am Wang Yi-soo, the chief of this village. It's lunch time. How about eating something? I would like to treat my customers with a grateful heart.”
Jang Moo-deok looked back at the present stage.
It was past noon, so it was time to start getting hungry.
It is difficult for him to eat in Fengjishan, so it was okay to eat here and go.
Zhang Mu-deok nodded to his unit master and his son Zhang Kang-hu, who was next to him.
Jang Kang-ho, who guessed the meaning, immediately approached the village chief.
“Did you say village chief? I'll have lunch anyway, so I'll do as I say. Take the lead.”
“Yes, yes. Well thought out.”
Wang Yi-soo led the masters of the Hyeonmudae to his house.
The people of the village followed behind the stage with the village chief biting their tails.
***
Fungji Mountain.
Seonnyeoam.
shrine.
Sinmo, who had been sitting still and immersed in her meditation, opened her eyes.
Soon after, a chuckle was heard in the yard, and one of the Eight Emperors appeared.
“Master. Cheonjimaeng Hyeonmudae is in the village under the mountain. I guess I'll come here after lunch. What should I do?"
“Hyeonmudae? Did I mention there is a free apprenticeship?”
"yes."
“How old are you all?”
“Fifty-two.”
“Bring all the twelve horsemen you captured.”
"yes."
After a while, seven twelve horsemen were seated on their knees in the yard.
All of them were the ones that the Baekdu Demon Army had attached to watch over the Eight Emperors.
As soon as they came in front of the new mother, they put her head on the ground and shouted.
“Master! Forgive me!”
“We just came to ask if the headmaster is well!”
After her bout of complaining, Shinmo raised her hand.
The seven soldiers of the Twelve Horses focused their attention on the mouth of her godmother with her tense eyes.
“Welcome. Even if it wasn't so, Eight Emperors needed people to help them.”
When the bridegroom didn't ask her for her sins, the faces of the soldiers of the twelve horses brightened.
"thank you! Teacher!”
“Just give me orders!”
“The people of Cheonjimaeng will come to Mt. Fengji soon. The Eight Emperors will kill them all, but there will be those who escape by chance. It is your task to ensure that no one leaks out. can you do it?”
"yes!"
"You can!"
“Master! Just leave it to me!”
Shinmo, who had been listening to the soldiers' answers, nodded her head with a satisfied face.
“Yes, yes. It must be so. If at least one person survives, you'll have to sacrifice your life instead. Do you know what I mean?”
The faces of the twelve horsemen stiffened again at her murderous smile.
“Honorable name!”
“I won’t let a single ant escape!”
“I will kill them all!”
The seven twelve horsemen slammed their heads on the ground with an oath.
The ground was stained with blood, but Shinmo did not stop it and just watched with a smile.
***
At the entrance of Fengji Mountain, Zhang Wu-deok stopped for a moment.
And he made eye contact with each and every one of the current stage masters.
The high state of martial arts and the sixth sense that comes from life's management keep slowing down your steps.
In the end, he had to say something unexpected.
“I don’t feel good about this mission. So, I plan to take only those who volunteer.”
He wanted to let his life and death be decided in his own hands.
“If there is anyone who wants to be excluded from this investigation of Mt. Pungji, please come out to the right.”
“… … .”
The masters of the hyeonmudae were agitated by the sudden order of Daeju.
Who will fall out after arriving at their destination?
But no one was willing to step out.
The first is because of his face as a martial artist, and the second is that no one feels as threatened as Jang Moo-deok.
He has nothing to fear because he is with Mu Sangdoje, a top ten master in the world.
When no one fell to the right, Zhang Mu-deok nodded his head.
If you're with people like this, you won't regret it even if you risk everything.
“When I go forward, I will be at the front, and when I go back, I will be at the rear. If I tell you to retreat, you must descend without delay and without looking back. Do you understand?”
"yes!"
“I will!”
The masters of the Hyeonmudae responded to Jang Moo-deok's declaration worthy of a grand agreement with determined faces.
As promised, Jang Moo-deok moved to the forefront.
He was followed by Jang Kang-ho, the vice-captain, Hyeonbaek, the head of the Shaolin Temple, Mo Yonghwang, the Gyeongcheon Ilgeom, and Jegal Jungyeong, the Cheonmyeongsword.
The general disciples and the people of the small group followed him like a snake's tail.
Contrary to what I was worried about, Mt. Fengji was calm.
Did you climb the mountain in about an hour (two hours)?
Until the sign of Seonnyeoam appeared in front of them, they didn't see a single wild beast.
The majesty of climbing the mountain was gone, and the nervousness on people's faces was young.
Mount Fengji was as quiet as a cemetery, and the only living things were trees and grass.
Upon arriving at the entrance of Seonnyeoam, the surrounding area widened.
All the masters of Hyunmu University, who climbed the narrow mountain path, gathered in one place.
Jang Moo-deok calmed his mind for a moment in front of the wide-open front gate of the fairy rock.
creak.
After opening the door and entering, Moo-deok Jang's eyes turned to the shrine.
In the center of the shrine, a middle-aged woman was sitting alone.
The female teacher did not give her a glance until all the masters of the current stage entered the yard.
Finally, when all fifty-two masters of the present stage entered, Dosa Yeo turned his head.
Zhang Mu-deok felt dizzy the moment his eyes met with Yeo-do-sa.
It is like looking at a night sky full of stars.
I was obviously looking into the eyes of a middle-aged female guru, but I couldn't see her.
No matter how hard she squinted her eyes, she couldn't see the whole of Yeo Taoist.
Zhang Moo-deok felt that he was standing naked under the stars.
Overwhelmed by the mere glance, Zhang Mu-deok asked politely.
“Who are you?”
“Ugh. Do you want to know my name? I have several names. You look like you deserve to know one of them. Call me the Eighthwangsinmo.”
“People have gone missing in Fengji Mountain. Do you know anything?”
"I guess it's your turn to tell me who you are before that?"
“Ah, the old lady is the one who calls her mother. Kangho's friends call me a free apprentice. Did you, by any chance, keep people in Mt. Fengji?”
“It can’t be. Doesn't this Seonnyeoam have no place like it?”
"is it? Please answer if so Except for us, there is only you in Mt. Fengji. Why?”
Arm Hwangsinmo shook her head.
“Wrong. There are not a few people besides you and me in this Mt. Fengji.”
“I didn't see anyone on the way to Seonnyeoam. Is there a place like this at the top of the mountain?”
“It can’t be. At the top of the mountain, only wind and clouds stay. Even if you reach the point of incarnation, you are still around here Can’t you see the people?”
Along with her words, Pal Hwangsinmo waved her hand.
Then, a fierce wind blew from somewhere and swept her fairy arm.
Jang Moo-deok, who had been trembling in shock, hurriedly looked around her.
Eight people stood upright like jangseung on the fence surrounding Seonnyeoam.
It is unrealistic, as if looking at a painting.
Zhang Mu-de had difficulty understanding the scene he was seeing.
From the eight of them, I couldn't feel the breath or energy that people should radiate.
It was the first time that such a kind of martial arts or their inaction was unheard of.
A sigh escaped from Jang Moo-deok's mouth as he watched the eight men and women in their fifties.
"ha! Eighthwangsinmo. Your method really sucks. I have never heard of a tactic like this in Jianghu. Who are you?”
Hwangsinmo Eight gave her a benevolent smile and she replied.
“I am the famous religious leader you have been wanting to meet.”
“A famous school?”
“It’s a leader!”
Surprised by her words, the masters of the current stage reflexively pulled out their swords.
Cha-cha-chang-.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 277 - I am a famous religious leader
Moo-deok, the first lord of the present stage, Musang-do, faced his son.
“What do you wish for?”
Instead of answering, Jang Kang-ho, the windbreaker, picked up a glass of wine.
Even at this moment, his heart was going back and forth.
His head says, ‘Let’s go back around here,’ but his heart says, ‘Go.
Even in the many ganghohaeng-eul, there has never been a day like today.
No one would believe it if the whims of the map of wind were boiling.
When he was silent, Jang Moo-deok asked again as if to confirm.
"Are you sure you don't feel that good?"
“Honestly, yes. I thought I came this far because I was swayed by the musketeer's prank.”
“I came and saw that it was not at all?”
“It seems that the musketeer did not know much about the affairs of the prefecture.”
"Because he's always looking at Namgoongsegae."
“Did your father know?”
“Didn’t you say that the people’s mind is the heart of heaven? The reason why people call Namgung-yeon queen is because of her outstanding abilities, but she also cannot ignore her antipathy toward the musketeers. Since the Musketeer pushes Namgung Sega too much, people keep Namgung Yeon in check by giving Namgung Yeon a boost.”
"If that's true, that's really bizarre."
“When you are about my age, you will be able to see a little bit of things called heavenly principles. Heaven seems to be indifferent to human affairs, but balances them in a totally outlandish way.”
“Looking at it through the eyes of such a father, how is Mt. Fengji? Is it really the gates of hell and the beginning of the end? Will the balance of the sky be right on Mt. Fungji?”
“Tsk tsk! stupid guy How can the balance of the sky be adjusted on Mt. Pungji, which is still? First there is change, then there is harmony.”
“Are we in the middle of a one-sided change?”
“If Mt. Pungji is, as people say, a ‘mountain of death,’ it would be so. I just hope the change is something we can handle.”
“If our Hyunmudae cannot handle it, it will be difficult for Cheonjimaeng to handle it too.”
“You are right. That’s why we have to go to Mt. Pungji to check it out.”
“… … .”
Jang Kang-ho nodded his head.
Hearing my father's words made my mind clear.
After that, the rich man got up from his seat after drinking a few more drinks in silence.
***
the next morning.
Hyeonmudae masters set off for Pungjisan.
After walking until around noon, Mt. Fengji was close enough to be seen with the naked eye.
It is the time when masters of the current martial arts pass through the village at the foot of the mountain.
Dozens of villagers rushed in and shouted as if they had heard the rumors.
“Coopers! Please find my son. There has been no news since I went to the mountain to cut wood.”
“Find my father too! I haven't heard from you for fifteen days since you went to the mountain!”
“My mother too! He went to gather herbs and is not coming back!”
“My father too… … .”
People poured out various stories to the masters of Cheonjimaeng.
Later, the road was blocked by villagers.
Zhang Kang-ho, who was worse than him, raised his strength and shouted.
“Listen! We are the people of Cheonjimaeng who came to investigate Mt. Fengji! Now you are blocking our way! How can you find someone when you can’t go!”
Only then did the villagers calm their excitement and retreat.
After a while, an old man in his seventies approached Jang Moo-deok, who was passing through the center of the village.
“Guests, I am Wang Yi-soo, the chief of this village. It's lunch time. How about eating something? I would like to treat my customers with a grateful heart.”
Jang Moo-deok looked back at the present stage.
It was past noon, so it was time to start getting hungry.
It is difficult for him to eat in Fengjishan, so it was okay to eat here and go.
Zhang Mu-deok nodded to his unit master and his son Zhang Kang-hu, who was next to him.
Jang Kang-ho, who guessed the meaning, immediately approached the village chief.
“Did you say village chief? I'll have lunch anyway, so I'll do as I say. Take the lead.”
“Yes, yes. Well thought out.”
Wang Yi-soo led the masters of the Hyeonmudae to his house.
The people of the village followed behind the stage with the village chief biting their tails.
***
Fungji Mountain.
Seonnyeoam.
shrine.
Sinmo, who had been sitting still and immersed in her meditation, opened her eyes.
Soon after, a chuckle was heard in the yard, and one of the Eight Emperors appeared.
“Master. Cheonjimaeng Hyeonmudae is in the village under the mountain. I guess I'll come here after lunch. What should I do?"
“Hyeonmudae? Did I mention there is a free apprenticeship?”
"yes."
“How old are you all?”
“Fifty-two.”
“Bring all the twelve horsemen you captured.”
"yes."
After a while, seven twelve horsemen were seated on their knees in the yard.
All of them were the ones that the Baekdu Demon Army had attached to watch over the Eight Emperors.
As soon as they came in front of the new mother, they put her head on the ground and shouted.
“Master! Forgive me!”
“We just came to ask if the headmaster is well!”
After her bout of complaining, Shinmo raised her hand.
The seven soldiers of the Twelve Horses focused their attention on the mouth of her godmother with her tense eyes.
“Welcome. Even if it wasn't so, Eight Emperors needed people to help them.”
When the bridegroom didn't ask her for her sins, the faces of the soldiers of the twelve horses brightened.
"thank you! Teacher!”
“Just give me orders!”
“The people of Cheonjimaeng will come to Mt. Fengji soon. The Eight Emperors will kill them all, but there will be those who escape by chance. It is your task to ensure that no one leaks out. can you do it?”
"yes!"
"You can!"
“Master! Just leave it to me!”
Shinmo, who had been listening to the soldiers' answers, nodded her head with a satisfied face.
“Yes, yes. It must be so. If at least one person survives, you'll have to sacrifice your life instead. Do you know what I mean?”
The faces of the twelve horsemen stiffened again at her murderous smile.
“Honorable name!”
“I won’t let a single ant escape!”
“I will kill them all!”
The seven twelve horsemen slammed their heads on the ground with an oath.
The ground was stained with blood, but Shinmo did not stop it and just watched with a smile.
***
At the entrance of Fengji Mountain, Zhang Wu-deok stopped for a moment.
And he made eye contact with each and every one of the current stage masters.
The high state of martial arts and the sixth sense that comes from life's management keep slowing down your steps.
In the end, he had to say something unexpected.
“I don’t feel good about this mission. So, I plan to take only those who volunteer.”
He wanted to let his life and death be decided in his own hands.
“If there is anyone who wants to be excluded from this investigation of Mt. Pungji, please come out to the right.”
“… … .”
The masters of the hyeonmudae were agitated by the sudden order of Daeju.
Who will fall out after arriving at their destination?
But no one was willing to step out.
The first is because of his face as a martial artist, and the second is that no one feels as threatened as Jang Moo-deok.
He has nothing to fear because he is with Mu Sangdoje, a top ten master in the world.
When no one fell to the right, Zhang Mu-deok nodded his head.
If you're with people like this, you won't regret it even if you risk everything.
“When I go forward, I will be at the front, and when I go back, I will be at the rear. If I tell you to retreat, you must descend without delay and without looking back. Do you understand?”
"yes!"
“I will!”
The masters of the Hyeonmudae responded to Jang Moo-deok's declaration worthy of a grand agreement with determined faces.
As promised, Jang Moo-deok moved to the forefront.
He was followed by Jang Kang-ho, the vice-captain, Hyeonbaek, the head of the Shaolin Temple, Mo Yonghwang, the Gyeongcheon Ilgeom, and Jegal Jungyeong, the Cheonmyeongsword.
The general disciples and the people of the small group followed him like a snake's tail.
Contrary to what I was worried about, Mt. Fengji was calm.
Did you climb the mountain in about an hour (two hours)?
Until the sign of Seonnyeoam appeared in front of them, they didn't see a single wild beast.
The majesty of climbing the mountain was gone, and the nervousness on people's faces was young.
Mount Fengji was as quiet as a cemetery, and the only living things were trees and grass.
Upon arriving at the entrance of Seonnyeoam, the surrounding area widened.
All the masters of Hyunmu University, who climbed the narrow mountain path, gathered in one place.
Jang Moo-deok calmed his mind for a moment in front of the wide-open front gate of the fairy rock.
creak.
After opening the door and entering, Moo-deok Jang's eyes turned to the shrine.
In the center of the shrine, a middle-aged woman was sitting alone.
The female teacher did not give her a glance until all the masters of the current stage entered the yard.
Finally, when all fifty-two masters of the present stage entered, Dosa Yeo turned his head.
Zhang Mu-deok felt dizzy the moment his eyes met with Yeo-do-sa.
It is like looking at a night sky full of stars.
I was obviously looking into the eyes of a middle-aged female guru, but I couldn't see her.
No matter how hard she squinted her eyes, she couldn't see the whole of Yeo Taoist.
Zhang Moo-deok felt that he was standing naked under the stars.
Overwhelmed by the mere glance, Zhang Mu-deok asked politely.
“Who are you?”
“Ugh. Do you want to know my name? I have several names. You look like you deserve to know one of them. Call me the Eighthwangsinmo.”
“People have gone missing in Fengji Mountain. Do you know anything?”
"I guess it's your turn to tell me who you are before that?"
“Ah, the old lady is the one who calls her mother. Kangho's friends call me a free apprentice. Did you, by any chance, keep people in Mt. Fengji?”
“It can’t be. Doesn't this Seonnyeoam have no place like it?”
"is it? Please answer if so Except for us, there is only you in Mt. Fengji. Why?”
Arm Hwangsinmo shook her head.
“Wrong. There are not a few people besides you and me in this Mt. Fengji.”
“I didn't see anyone on the way to Seonnyeoam. Is there a place like this at the top of the mountain?”
“It can’t be. At the top of the mountain, only wind and clouds stay. Even if you reach the point of incarnation, you are still around here Can’t you see the people?”
Along with her words, Pal Hwangsinmo waved her hand.
Then, a fierce wind blew from somewhere and swept her fairy arm.
Jang Moo-deok, who had been trembling in shock, hurriedly looked around her.
Eight people stood upright like jangseung on the fence surrounding Seonnyeoam.
It is unrealistic, as if looking at a painting.
Zhang Mu-de had difficulty understanding the scene he was seeing.
From the eight of them, I couldn't feel the breath or energy that people should radiate.
It was the first time that such a kind of martial arts or their inaction was unheard of.
A sigh escaped from Jang Moo-deok's mouth as he watched the eight men and women in their fifties.
"ha! Eighthwangsinmo. Your method really sucks. I have never heard of a tactic like this in Jianghu. Who are you?”
Hwangsinmo Eight gave her a benevolent smile and she replied.
“I am the famous religious leader you have been wanting to meet.”
“A famous school?”
“It’s a leader!”
Surprised by her words, the masters of the current stage reflexively pulled out their swords.
Cha-cha-chang-.
