"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 282 - Old Sim seems to age backwards
Cheonji League.
Uicheongak.
“What do you think of the Empress yeon?”
Disappointed with Yeon Jeok-ha's mediocre answer, Jang Moo-deok, a free apprentice, turned his gaze to Namgung-yeon.
“If the elders felt that Palhwangsinmo was her Heavenly Head, she would be right.”
"Hmm."
Jang Mu-deok shook his head.
“I don’t think the rumors about Mt. Fengji are meaningless because they were created out of vague fear of disappearance. There will be no direct connection between that and what the mother of the Eight emperors do in Mt. Pungji. Because the Eight Emperors would not have been bragging about what the religious leader was doing.”
"ah! So is he.”
An exclamation of exclamation escaped Jang Moo-deok's mouth.
Listening to Namgoong-yeon's explanation, it feels like the tangled problems are being sorted out one by one.
“And the fact that the Mother of the Eight Emperors remains in Mt. Fungji… … . There is too little information about Yumyeonggyo and Eighthwangsinmo, so I can't even guess. Wouldn't you know it if you saw it with your own eyes? I have nothing to say right now.”
“You are right. It is natural that there is so little information that it is impossible to predict anything. If you don't know like you, it's also necessary to admit that you don't know. Tsk.”
Moo-deok Jang clicked his tongue as he remembered Jegal Seung-woon, the musketeer.
It's a problem because he pretends to know too much about everything.
As a result, he makes the wrong diagnosis in the most important part.
Cheongwoon Sword Namgungcheon asked sneakily.
“Then, what is Cheonjimaeng’s plan?”
“I have no plans to do this. If Cheonjimaeng’s main base moves to Mt. Fungji, Yumyeonggyo will follow, and then there will be enemies in front and behind.”
Jang Moo-deok shook his head.
If you know even a little bit of strategy, you can never move first in a situation like this.
"You mean there's nothing you can do?"
“That’s right. That's why the long-awaited meeting of the political faction ended without a hitch.”
“Old man. If the famous religion is that strong, can it lead the war in the world?”
“It won’t be easy.”
“What do you think will happen if you do?”
“Sooner or later, there will be people who want to negotiate with the famous religion. Maybe he's been working behind the scenes by now. Especially in green forests.”
Jang Moo-deok glanced at Yeon Jeok-ha.
Like if you heard something, tell me.
Yeonjeokha questioned his gaze.
“What about in the green forest?”
“Well, you know better than I do. Because it’s a total patrol of the green forest.”
“You don’t know?”
“They say you are the real power of Green Forest, but what if the real power doesn’t know?”
“Am I going to live?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha asked with a face that he had heard it for the first time, Jang Moo-deok tilted his head.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a person to play at the top of people's heads.
When it comes to total patrol, you have to be aware of the invisible flow, but this is the level of a wandering third-rate nerd.
“Isn’t there someone in Green Forest who can provide you with information?”
“No?”
“You’ve been managing the greening well so far without saying it was a general patrol.”
“Do you need something like that?”
“You mean this? Shouldn’t you be able to use your hands if you know that you are doing other things behind your back?”
"Ah, if that's the case, that's fine."
“Are you okay?”
“You just don’t have to act stupid in front of me.”
“What are you going to do when they make things up among themselves and you get out of hand?”
“Then you can shake your hands and leave. The world is wide and there are so many things to do. Did you know that I have an inn in the huawang Village? It's much saltier than nokrim.”
“What if greening puts the blame for bad things on you? So if you can't do anything else, what will you do then?”
“Can’t you?”
When Yeonjeokha assured him, Namgungcheon asked with a curious face.
"why?"
"Because if you block my way, I'll beat you to pieces."
“Puhaha!”
Namgungcheon burst into laughter.
It sounds like a child, but for some reason, it seemed like he would do it if he wanted to meet him.
Jang Mu-deok, who was looking at Yeon Jeok-ha with complicated eyes, said.
“Your spirit is imaginary, but it is difficult to handle ten hands with one hand. Don't think easily of 72 greeneries. They have been fighting the Justice alliance for hundreds of years.”
“This is what I realized in the wild. As for the bad guys, if the opponent succumbs, they bite more. If you just beat and break it together to make it happen, the one who suffers the most loss is bound to lose. Who do you think will lose more if I and Nokrim fight? It is a fight that I will always win.”
Zhang Moo-deok nodded his head absent-mindedly when he was speechless.
He had nothing more to say as he took the fight with Green Forest like a child's fight.
'Tsk! It seemed dark about the circumstances of the green forest, so it was too out of the ordinary for me to say a word.'
Jang Moo-deok, who clicked his tongue inside, entered the finish.
“Well, it’s about greening, you know better, so I won’t tell you twice.”
"yep!"
Thinking that he was finally recognized, he nodded vigorously.
***
that evening.
Unlike usual, the old man's old sim returned home early and circled around Yeonjeokha.
"what? What do you have to say?”
“Hehe. I don't really have anything to say.”
“Your face has something to say. say it. What else are you doing to come and notice?"
It looks like his grandfather is asking for an answer to his grandson who had an accident.
Hesitantly, old sim confessed what had happened in Giru during the day.
“… … By the way, before Gui Young-ja-kun leaves, what do you mean by saying that Hu Jia-Ho Wei won't last long? Doesn't it look like you have some ulterior motive?"
“So, didn’t you say that you went to Giru in broad daylight and got into an argument with the ghost? wow! I do everything now. what? moon? gold? Whew! I really have nothing to say Old Sim seems to age backwards.”
“Hehe. Think of it as a side effect of Banro Hwandong. I'm a bit perplexed as well, because the strength I didn't have is springing up."
“Ah! this old man anyway it is Do you want to do it with women the size of your great-granddaughters?”
“Confucius, the important thing now is not the moon or the gold. Think about what the ghost said. Doesn't it smell?”
“The smell is coming from old Sim’s mouth. What did you eat for snacks? Why are you so nasty?”
“I am not kidding. It seems that the ghosts are doing something behind the scenes.”
“Old Sim.”
"yes."
“The next world does not go in order of age. know?"
Old sim tilted his head.
This is because it is said that 'the young may go first, not the old'.
“Well, that sounds like a bad word to Confucius?”
“When a person speaks, listen to the end. Similarly, martial arts are not in order of age. Even if the twelve demons, not the ghosts, stick together, it won’t work for me.”
“Don’t you know that, Mr. Ghost? What if he is also involved with Pacheon Magun?”
“The head of the household is such a disrespectful person... … .”
The yeon who was about to say “No” tilted his head.
In fact, he was dark about Moorim's circumstances and did not know what kind of person Pacheon Demon-kun was.
“Old Shim, what kind of person is the head of the household?”
The thought of old sim made her tremble as if it were terrifying.
“He is a ruthless man without blood or tears. He says that he gets along with the people below him, but he is not the only Madou beaten to death by him for making a bad joke while drinking.”
"okay? He smiles in front of me and jokes well, right?”
“Yes, everyone starts like that. And then there are a lot of people who are beaten to death.”
“Wow. Aren't you kidding?"
“Did you get the nickname Pacheon Demon Army for nothing? The moment you think that the head of the house is going against your eyes, you die. So far there have been no exceptions. Confucius’s predecessor also went that way.”
“The previous general patrol was killed by the chieftain?”
“Yes, I was drunk and jabbed at the black daffodil, and then my head was blown off the spot. It's a famous story, didn't you know? Confucius, too, don't hang out with Dark Narcissus too often.”
“What suits you? How does the Dark Narcissus know where it goes and find it?”
"Anyway, he's like a sword to the extent that even a gun patrol can be blown away with a single sword."
"So you're saying I can fly too if need be?"
“It remains. I'm sure the ghost knows that and is plotting a trick.”
“Anyone who knows that fights with the ghosts in a sensitive time like these days? And with a young courtesan?”
“Hum, hum. Because I keep the lead.”
“You sound like the governor. It must be because of Walla and Geuma. wait? You mean this old man has two young ladies with him?”
“Why are you so jealous that a gisaeng is not even a woman?”
“It’s not jealousy. This is holy rage. Sim old man. An old man can't do that.”
“Yes, yes, it is true that I am always a badass. By the way, what will the Ghost Army do? Shall I secretly find out what you're up to?”
“Do you have any connections to get to know?”
“Hehe. I didn't just hang out and eat in Chiliha Village. There are more than 10 people I have taken as my younger brothers.”
“Then find out a little bit. I really hate getting hit in the back of the head after being absent-minded.”
“Yes, just leave it to me. Still, I'm the one who was once called the Gumil Bokgeom. Conspiracies, conspiracies, and tricks will never escape this hand. Uhhhhh.”
“Ah, what about that laugh? I feel like I've become a real bad guy."
“Hehehehehe!”
As if in defiance, the dark laughter of old sim grew louder.
***
next day.
The story of Jang Moo-deok visiting Namgung-yeon spread throughout the world.
It was known through the mouths of minor breakwaters around Uicheongak.
Curious about the content of the conversation, representatives of the Chilpamun and the four generations went to Jang Moo-deok, and Mt. Fungji became the center of attention again.
―The Musketeer said that the Eighthwangsinmo was staying to become the King of Cheondu, but Namgungyeon said it was for a different reason.
At first, those who agreed with the musketeer's opinion turned to Namgungyeon one by one.
Then came the saying, “The musketeer tripped again.”
Unable to bear it, Jegal Seung-un officially called a meeting of the Cheonji-maeng that afternoon.
Tongcheongak.
Jegal Seung-un gritted his teeth and looked around at the representatives of the orthodox faction.
‘Obviously, the mother of the Eighthwangs has not yet become the King of Heaven. . If that witch had become the King of the Ten Heads, she would have gone to the White Horse Temple and she would have commanded the famous cult.’
Isn't it because she is not yet the king of the thousand heads of demons, that she has not been able to stand in front of the demons of the hundred heads?
Not knowing such a simple reason and swinging here and there!
He sighed at the simplicity of the warlords and glanced at Namgungse.
It all happened at the instigation of Namgung-yeon, who is called the 'Ten Warlords'.
'OK. If you want to die, I will kill you.'
Jegal Seung-un, who quickly organized his thoughts, stepped in front of the warlords.
“Yesterday, we heard about Mt. Pungji from Mu Sangdoje. And we discussed why the eighthwangsinmo, the famous religious leader, is still in Mt. Pungji. Until yesterday, she concluded that it was to become the Chundu Demon King, but today, she said, a completely different story is circulating. I can't figure out why.”
Jegal Seung-un glanced at the chilpamun and the four generations.
All of them are expressionless faces, as if they had seen a consensus internally.
“I heard that Empress yeon said this. You can go there and see it with your own eyes. My thoughts were brief. It's embarrassing, but I agree with that opinion. We need to know exactly why the Eighthwangsinmo remains in Mt. Pungji. That way she can devise appropriate countermeasures.”
Jegal Seung-un's forward-looking change made the masters of the orthodox faction lightly agitated.
It's because he's never openly raised Namgung-yeon like this.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 282 - Old Sim seems to age backwards
Cheonji League.
Uicheongak.
“What do you think of the Empress yeon?”
Disappointed with Yeon Jeok-ha's mediocre answer, Jang Moo-deok, a free apprentice, turned his gaze to Namgung-yeon.
“If the elders felt that Palhwangsinmo was her Heavenly Head, she would be right.”
"Hmm."
Jang Mu-deok shook his head.
“I don’t think the rumors about Mt. Fengji are meaningless because they were created out of vague fear of disappearance. There will be no direct connection between that and what the mother of the Eight emperors do in Mt. Pungji. Because the Eight Emperors would not have been bragging about what the religious leader was doing.”
"ah! So is he.”
An exclamation of exclamation escaped Jang Moo-deok's mouth.
Listening to Namgoong-yeon's explanation, it feels like the tangled problems are being sorted out one by one.
“And the fact that the Mother of the Eight Emperors remains in Mt. Fungji… … . There is too little information about Yumyeonggyo and Eighthwangsinmo, so I can't even guess. Wouldn't you know it if you saw it with your own eyes? I have nothing to say right now.”
“You are right. It is natural that there is so little information that it is impossible to predict anything. If you don't know like you, it's also necessary to admit that you don't know. Tsk.”
Moo-deok Jang clicked his tongue as he remembered Jegal Seung-woon, the musketeer.
It's a problem because he pretends to know too much about everything.
As a result, he makes the wrong diagnosis in the most important part.
Cheongwoon Sword Namgungcheon asked sneakily.
“Then, what is Cheonjimaeng’s plan?”
“I have no plans to do this. If Cheonjimaeng’s main base moves to Mt. Fungji, Yumyeonggyo will follow, and then there will be enemies in front and behind.”
Jang Moo-deok shook his head.
If you know even a little bit of strategy, you can never move first in a situation like this.
"You mean there's nothing you can do?"
“That’s right. That's why the long-awaited meeting of the political faction ended without a hitch.”
“Old man. If the famous religion is that strong, can it lead the war in the world?”
“It won’t be easy.”
“What do you think will happen if you do?”
“Sooner or later, there will be people who want to negotiate with the famous religion. Maybe he's been working behind the scenes by now. Especially in green forests.”
Jang Moo-deok glanced at Yeon Jeok-ha.
Like if you heard something, tell me.
Yeonjeokha questioned his gaze.
“What about in the green forest?”
“Well, you know better than I do. Because it’s a total patrol of the green forest.”
“You don’t know?”
“They say you are the real power of Green Forest, but what if the real power doesn’t know?”
“Am I going to live?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha asked with a face that he had heard it for the first time, Jang Moo-deok tilted his head.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a person to play at the top of people's heads.
When it comes to total patrol, you have to be aware of the invisible flow, but this is the level of a wandering third-rate nerd.
“Isn’t there someone in Green Forest who can provide you with information?”
“No?”
“You’ve been managing the greening well so far without saying it was a general patrol.”
“Do you need something like that?”
“You mean this? Shouldn’t you be able to use your hands if you know that you are doing other things behind your back?”
"Ah, if that's the case, that's fine."
“Are you okay?”
“You just don’t have to act stupid in front of me.”
“What are you going to do when they make things up among themselves and you get out of hand?”
“Then you can shake your hands and leave. The world is wide and there are so many things to do. Did you know that I have an inn in the huawang Village? It's much saltier than nokrim.”
“What if greening puts the blame for bad things on you? So if you can't do anything else, what will you do then?”
“Can’t you?”
When Yeonjeokha assured him, Namgungcheon asked with a curious face.
"why?"
"Because if you block my way, I'll beat you to pieces."
“Puhaha!”
Namgungcheon burst into laughter.
It sounds like a child, but for some reason, it seemed like he would do it if he wanted to meet him.
Jang Mu-deok, who was looking at Yeon Jeok-ha with complicated eyes, said.
“Your spirit is imaginary, but it is difficult to handle ten hands with one hand. Don't think easily of 72 greeneries. They have been fighting the Justice alliance for hundreds of years.”
“This is what I realized in the wild. As for the bad guys, if the opponent succumbs, they bite more. If you just beat and break it together to make it happen, the one who suffers the most loss is bound to lose. Who do you think will lose more if I and Nokrim fight? It is a fight that I will always win.”
Zhang Moo-deok nodded his head absent-mindedly when he was speechless.
He had nothing more to say as he took the fight with Green Forest like a child's fight.
'Tsk! It seemed dark about the circumstances of the green forest, so it was too out of the ordinary for me to say a word.'
Jang Moo-deok, who clicked his tongue inside, entered the finish.
“Well, it’s about greening, you know better, so I won’t tell you twice.”
"yep!"
Thinking that he was finally recognized, he nodded vigorously.
***
that evening.
Unlike usual, the old man's old sim returned home early and circled around Yeonjeokha.
"what? What do you have to say?”
“Hehe. I don't really have anything to say.”
“Your face has something to say. say it. What else are you doing to come and notice?"
It looks like his grandfather is asking for an answer to his grandson who had an accident.
Hesitantly, old sim confessed what had happened in Giru during the day.
“… … By the way, before Gui Young-ja-kun leaves, what do you mean by saying that Hu Jia-Ho Wei won't last long? Doesn't it look like you have some ulterior motive?"
“So, didn’t you say that you went to Giru in broad daylight and got into an argument with the ghost? wow! I do everything now. what? moon? gold? Whew! I really have nothing to say Old Sim seems to age backwards.”
“Hehe. Think of it as a side effect of Banro Hwandong. I'm a bit perplexed as well, because the strength I didn't have is springing up."
“Ah! this old man anyway it is Do you want to do it with women the size of your great-granddaughters?”
“Confucius, the important thing now is not the moon or the gold. Think about what the ghost said. Doesn't it smell?”
“The smell is coming from old Sim’s mouth. What did you eat for snacks? Why are you so nasty?”
“I am not kidding. It seems that the ghosts are doing something behind the scenes.”
“Old Sim.”
"yes."
“The next world does not go in order of age. know?"
Old sim tilted his head.
This is because it is said that 'the young may go first, not the old'.
“Well, that sounds like a bad word to Confucius?”
“When a person speaks, listen to the end. Similarly, martial arts are not in order of age. Even if the twelve demons, not the ghosts, stick together, it won’t work for me.”
“Don’t you know that, Mr. Ghost? What if he is also involved with Pacheon Magun?”
“The head of the household is such a disrespectful person... … .”
The yeon who was about to say “No” tilted his head.
In fact, he was dark about Moorim's circumstances and did not know what kind of person Pacheon Demon-kun was.
“Old Shim, what kind of person is the head of the household?”
The thought of old sim made her tremble as if it were terrifying.
“He is a ruthless man without blood or tears. He says that he gets along with the people below him, but he is not the only Madou beaten to death by him for making a bad joke while drinking.”
"okay? He smiles in front of me and jokes well, right?”
“Yes, everyone starts like that. And then there are a lot of people who are beaten to death.”
“Wow. Aren't you kidding?"
“Did you get the nickname Pacheon Demon Army for nothing? The moment you think that the head of the house is going against your eyes, you die. So far there have been no exceptions. Confucius’s predecessor also went that way.”
“The previous general patrol was killed by the chieftain?”
“Yes, I was drunk and jabbed at the black daffodil, and then my head was blown off the spot. It's a famous story, didn't you know? Confucius, too, don't hang out with Dark Narcissus too often.”
“What suits you? How does the Dark Narcissus know where it goes and find it?”
"Anyway, he's like a sword to the extent that even a gun patrol can be blown away with a single sword."
"So you're saying I can fly too if need be?"
“It remains. I'm sure the ghost knows that and is plotting a trick.”
“Anyone who knows that fights with the ghosts in a sensitive time like these days? And with a young courtesan?”
“Hum, hum. Because I keep the lead.”
“You sound like the governor. It must be because of Walla and Geuma. wait? You mean this old man has two young ladies with him?”
“Why are you so jealous that a gisaeng is not even a woman?”
“It’s not jealousy. This is holy rage. Sim old man. An old man can't do that.”
“Yes, yes, it is true that I am always a badass. By the way, what will the Ghost Army do? Shall I secretly find out what you're up to?”
“Do you have any connections to get to know?”
“Hehe. I didn't just hang out and eat in Chiliha Village. There are more than 10 people I have taken as my younger brothers.”
“Then find out a little bit. I really hate getting hit in the back of the head after being absent-minded.”
“Yes, just leave it to me. Still, I'm the one who was once called the Gumil Bokgeom. Conspiracies, conspiracies, and tricks will never escape this hand. Uhhhhh.”
“Ah, what about that laugh? I feel like I've become a real bad guy."
“Hehehehehe!”
As if in defiance, the dark laughter of old sim grew louder.
***
next day.
The story of Jang Moo-deok visiting Namgung-yeon spread throughout the world.
It was known through the mouths of minor breakwaters around Uicheongak.
Curious about the content of the conversation, representatives of the Chilpamun and the four generations went to Jang Moo-deok, and Mt. Fungji became the center of attention again.
―The Musketeer said that the Eighthwangsinmo was staying to become the King of Cheondu, but Namgungyeon said it was for a different reason.
At first, those who agreed with the musketeer's opinion turned to Namgungyeon one by one.
Then came the saying, “The musketeer tripped again.”
Unable to bear it, Jegal Seung-un officially called a meeting of the Cheonji-maeng that afternoon.
Tongcheongak.
Jegal Seung-un gritted his teeth and looked around at the representatives of the orthodox faction.
‘Obviously, the mother of the Eighthwangs has not yet become the King of Heaven. . If that witch had become the King of the Ten Heads, she would have gone to the White Horse Temple and she would have commanded the famous cult.’
Isn't it because she is not yet the king of the thousand heads of demons, that she has not been able to stand in front of the demons of the hundred heads?
Not knowing such a simple reason and swinging here and there!
He sighed at the simplicity of the warlords and glanced at Namgungse.
It all happened at the instigation of Namgung-yeon, who is called the 'Ten Warlords'.
'OK. If you want to die, I will kill you.'
Jegal Seung-un, who quickly organized his thoughts, stepped in front of the warlords.
“Yesterday, we heard about Mt. Pungji from Mu Sangdoje. And we discussed why the eighthwangsinmo, the famous religious leader, is still in Mt. Pungji. Until yesterday, she concluded that it was to become the Chundu Demon King, but today, she said, a completely different story is circulating. I can't figure out why.”
Jegal Seung-un glanced at the chilpamun and the four generations.
All of them are expressionless faces, as if they had seen a consensus internally.
“I heard that Empress yeon said this. You can go there and see it with your own eyes. My thoughts were brief. It's embarrassing, but I agree with that opinion. We need to know exactly why the Eighthwangsinmo remains in Mt. Pungji. That way she can devise appropriate countermeasures.”
Jegal Seung-un's forward-looking change made the masters of the orthodox faction lightly agitated.
It's because he's never openly raised Namgung-yeon like this.
