"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 302 - The spirit of the mountain
The nine spies sat down or lay down to rest.
The word is three shijin (six hours), but it is impossible to know the flow of time in eight mun palsang jin.
because the sky is not visible
Gu Cheonno, who was tossing and turning, glanced at Yeonjeokha lying next to him.
“Confucius.”
"What?"
“Are you not sleeping?”
“I guess it’s not the time I was sleeping. I can't sleep.”
“Isn’t true lawless scary than I thought? Fire falls, waves roll in, the ground splits, I thought it would. There is also a place to rest like this.”
"is it?"
When Yeon Jeok-ha was tempted, Namgung-yeon intervened.
“I like to rest when I can. Do you remember what Kunlun Samseon said earlier that the eight trigrams overlap?”
"Yes."
“That means that there is a lot of change. We don't know when or how this road we are resting on will change. I told you to rest because there was nothing, I could do during three o’clock, not because it was absolutely safe here.”
“Have you heard of Old Sim? Rest while you can.”
Did the words of old sim become seeds?
Suddenly, the ground started to shake.
The people who had been lying down for a long time rose from their seats one by one.
Namgungyeon looked around and spoke.
“It looks like there is going to be a change. Kunlun Samseon, please tell me if you see anything new.”
At her words, Kunlun Samseon immediately opened his eyes.
Eventually, the sage Taemu pointed to the east.
“Four natural flowers are burning there.”
“Please tell me the distance and shape.”
“The distance is 150 meters in front, and it is shaped like an upside down bowl of rice.”
“It’s Hojin.”
“Naturalization is leaning slightly to the right.”
“I will move now. Kunlun Samseon, please let me know if another naturalization appears.”
After her words, Namgung-yeon ran to the left without delay.
Spying Joe's masters followed her, biting her tail.
Quarrrrr—.
The place they left was sunk down.
Then, one after another, 30 meters collapsed.
Did it run for about 15 minutes?
This time, Seonin Tae-eul shouted.
“Two natural flowers are lying in a straight line in front 90 meters in front!”
He told Nam Gung-yeon not only the number of naturalizations, but also her distance and appearance before Nam Gung-yeon asked.
"All right! Kunlun three lines, please check the left and right! What do you see?”
“I see three natural flowers stretched out in a straight line on the left!”
“There are three naturalized flowers on the right side as well!”
Seonin Taemu and Seonin Taeryeong shouted at the same time.
“The fire will come soon! Prepare your heart!”
It is time for them to advance another about 30 meters.
Black smoke rushed in from the left and right along with a sudden strong wind.
Meke reminded me of a forest fire in Walnut Mountain.
People who saw the ground sink down ran relying on the back of the person in front of them.
Everywhere was filled with smoke, but no one hesitated.
Whiriririk- Whiik!
Burning logs flew around and collided with each other, sparking.
Mu-deok Jang, elder, stuck his tongue out inwardly.
‘Huh! There is no such thing as hell!'
I survived thanks to resting for a while and recovering my strength.
It is impossible to know where such a fireball is suddenly coming from.
It was embarrassing to run while only looking at Namgungyeon, but at the same time, it was surprising.
'I'm sure she’s is empress queen’
If it wasn't for her, she would have been burned to death while wandering around.
Old sim covered in black ashes asked.
“Sozer! How much further do we have to go?”
“I’m here! Right, left, which one do you like?”
Namgungyeon sudden question made her old sim.
“Left, no, right, no… … .”
He was confused, thinking that a single word could make the difference between life and death.
Through the smoke, two roads appeared at first glance.
“I’ll go left!”
Namgungyeon slammed her body into the path to her left at the same time she spoke.
The eight masters, who had been running only looking at the back of the person in front, also jumped to the left.
Suddenly, a huge meadow appeared in front of them.
The hot wind and the pungent smoke that stung the skin disappeared like a lie.
The spying masters all blinked at the sudden change of scenery.
A cool breeze blew from the edge of the meadow.
The wind blew the tall grasses against each other, making pleasant sounds.
Ssssss.
Zhang Moo-deok was surprised by the strange phenomenon and asked involuntarily.
“Namgung Sojeo, is this really the supernatural ability of the Eight Doors and Eight Shangjins?”
"that's right."
“It’s amazing that Jinbeop captures all of nature.”
“The harmony of heaven and earth dwells in the human body, so there is no reason why it shouldn’t be true.”
“I see, indeed!”
Zhang Mu-deok nodded his head.
The world I knew so far collapsed, and a bigger world came into my eyes.
that's when
Sasasasak-.
A sharp rustle of grass could be heard in the distance.
Namgungyeon said as if he had been waiting.
“Careful! This is the end and center of Hojin. A powerful monster might appear.”
“A monster?”
Namgungyeon answered Yeon Jeokha’s question.
“Since there was a face stake in the canyon earlier, there must be something guarding the gate here as well.”
“Has there ever been a door in the canyon?”
Taeeul Seonin glanced at Namgungyeon.
Kunlun Samseon also knew about Kimunjin to some extent.
That's why she came up with a gorge in the words 'Hojin' and 'Moon'.
“ It would have been difficult to get out if I had entered the gorge with a face brace attached to my back. It is difficult to observe the sky. That's why I backed out."
Taeryeong asked as if he was curious.
“Sojeo, if that’s the case, what would be in this place?”
“Since there was a face holder in front of the picture, there is a monster just like that in front of Hojin… … .”
Before she even finished speaking.
The grass in front of Hyuk Moo-chun parted and something rose up.
Chow-.
At first glance, it looked like a giant praying mantis.
A mantis with a length of about 3 meters (approximately 3 meters) swung at Hyukmu-chun with its sickle-like front claws.
Shih- shh-.
Shocked, Hyuk Moo-chun cut off his forepaw at the same time as he kicked him.
Zeng-.
It seems that the incident happened unconsciously, so it was not possible to put effort into it.
Even though he was hit by the Hyukmu Chunui-do, his front leg was not cut off.
Rather, the other foot cut Hyuk Moo-chun's throat.
At the moment of identity crisis, Gwi Young-ja pulled Hyuk Moo-chun's back.
Spaw-.
Instead of his neck, his shoulder was cut long.
Hyukmu-chun's face turned red with absurdity and shame.
“Such a ceveral thing!”
Hyuk Moo-chun's new model was shot forward with thick swear words.
His name feast, the thirteenth anniversary of the Ghost Dobeop, took a picture of the praying mantis.
Kwak-kwa-kwa-kwa-.
The aura that stretched out like a ray of light cut off the mantis' front leg.
In the ensuing attack, his neck, the size of a man's waist, was severed.
Even as she was decapitated, the praying mantis stomped around with her two hind legs.
puck. puck. puck.
The meadow was overturned by her blade-like claws, revealing her inner flesh.
Even after losing her head, the praying mantis fell down only after half an hour (about 7 minutes).
Hyuk Mu-chun shook his head as if he was fed up.
“Wow! The string is as tough as an iron tendon. Are you a chicken? Why do you go around even with your head cut off?”
Youngja-kun, who approached Hyuk Moo-chun, frowned.
“The wound is deep.”
"Yes? It seems to have brushed, but is it deep?”
“It’s about to reveal the bones. Its forepaws must be as sharp as blades. If you don't want to lose your arm, at least apply the gold spear.”
“Ah, yes.”
Hyuk Mu-chun took out the golden spear medicine from his chest and applied it to his shoulder.
The pain felt like it was scraping through his bones.
It was before Hyuk Moo-chun had even wrapped up his wounds.
The rustling of grass could be heard from all directions.
Now that they knew the meaning of the sound, the faces of the spy masters darkened.
“Confucius, isn’t that the sound of those praying mantises crawling?”
"I think so."
“Is the mantis head that good?”
“Ask me what I know?”
"Oh right. I'm sorry for asking something pointless.”
“Are you in a bad mood?”
The two of them did not take their eyes off the meadow while arguing non-stop.
Even though the wind had stopped, the grass in the meadow swayed as if it had been swept away by the wind.
Chow-.
Chow-.
Soon after, warts sprouted from all sides.
Yeon Jeok-ha, Namgung-yeon, and Jang Moo-deok stood in the form of Pumja (品字) and sprayed sword energy at the mantises.
The mantises' forepaws and necks were cleanly cut off.
But there was no scream.
It was just the strange flapping of their wings as the praying mantis leaped up.
The rustling of blades of grass and the violent flapping of wings echoed incessantly.
Sasasasak-.
Chow-.
Simtong, Kunryun Samseon, Gwiyeongjagun, and Hyukmuchun took their places between the characters.
The warts that the previous three missed or let go were dealt with from behind.
The skin was so thick and the front feet were sharp that even a little bit of carelessness was not allowed.
I can't put into words the mental fatigue because I'm so nervous.
As time passed, old sim and a grunt of pain flowed from Kunlun Samseon's mouth.
However, Gwiyeongjagun and Hyukmuchun gritted their teeth and held back their moaning.
They couldn't even let out a sound of pain for fear of being kicked out of the group.
Maybe it's been about a meal (about 30 minutes)?
The warts that had been coming in like a wave became less frequent.
Wiping the sweat from his old sim with the back of his hand, he said a word.
“Wow! naughty pups. Now, I can't use the word 'Dangrang Geocheol' isn't it? Confucius?”
"I know. That's enough to cut the cart. But is that a praying mantis? What kind of praying mantis is so terrifying? Do you know what that is?”
Namgungyeon answered Yeon Jeokha’s question.
“It seems that Imaemangryang were created with the divine power of Yukjeong Yukgap.”
“Is this Mae Mang-ryang?”
“Commonly, the mountain god or the water god is called ‘i’, and the old thing’s emotion dwells and changes are called ‘mae’. In Confucius's language, the peak of the mountain is called 'forgiveness', and the peak of the land is called 'panyang'. we saw A face support or a praying mantis must be a ‘remnant’ born from a ‘mountain’s abysses. If I had to give it a name, would it be ‘Mangryang dangrang’?”
"ah! Forever... … Dangrang!”
At her explanation, Seon Tae-eul nodded her head.
“This is a fitting statement. Despite their frequency, the praying mantis is not an ordinary creature.”
“I think it must be Lee Mae Mang-ryang.”
“I think so too.”
Seon Taemu and Seon Tae-ryeong also said a word each.
There is no mantis like that in the world, so what is it if it is not Lee Mae Mang-ryang?
Zhang Moo-duk sneaked in.
“Whether it's Lee Mae Mang-ryang or whatever, if it stays like this, I'll be in big trouble. Namgung Sojeo, do you have a secret plan to overcome this predicament?”
“As Zhang Daheop said, it is dangerous to continue fighting mantises in this grassland. But she said yes, so she can't even go to Henan. There must be something worse than a praying mantis waiting for you at the Henan.”
“If so, are we going to fight those menacing beasts until the sun goes down? It would be impossible.”
Zhang Wu-deok looked up at the cloud-covered sky.
It took at least two more hours (four hours) before it became night.
He's pushing himself like this, and I don't know if others will be able to hold on until then.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 302 - The spirit of the mountain
The nine spies sat down or lay down to rest.
The word is three shijin (six hours), but it is impossible to know the flow of time in eight mun palsang jin.
because the sky is not visible
Gu Cheonno, who was tossing and turning, glanced at Yeonjeokha lying next to him.
“Confucius.”
"What?"
“Are you not sleeping?”
“I guess it’s not the time I was sleeping. I can't sleep.”
“Isn’t true lawless scary than I thought? Fire falls, waves roll in, the ground splits, I thought it would. There is also a place to rest like this.”
"is it?"
When Yeon Jeok-ha was tempted, Namgung-yeon intervened.
“I like to rest when I can. Do you remember what Kunlun Samseon said earlier that the eight trigrams overlap?”
"Yes."
“That means that there is a lot of change. We don't know when or how this road we are resting on will change. I told you to rest because there was nothing, I could do during three o’clock, not because it was absolutely safe here.”
“Have you heard of Old Sim? Rest while you can.”
Did the words of old sim become seeds?
Suddenly, the ground started to shake.
The people who had been lying down for a long time rose from their seats one by one.
Namgungyeon looked around and spoke.
“It looks like there is going to be a change. Kunlun Samseon, please tell me if you see anything new.”
At her words, Kunlun Samseon immediately opened his eyes.
Eventually, the sage Taemu pointed to the east.
“Four natural flowers are burning there.”
“Please tell me the distance and shape.”
“The distance is 150 meters in front, and it is shaped like an upside down bowl of rice.”
“It’s Hojin.”
“Naturalization is leaning slightly to the right.”
“I will move now. Kunlun Samseon, please let me know if another naturalization appears.”
After her words, Namgung-yeon ran to the left without delay.
Spying Joe's masters followed her, biting her tail.
Quarrrrr—.
The place they left was sunk down.
Then, one after another, 30 meters collapsed.
Did it run for about 15 minutes?
This time, Seonin Tae-eul shouted.
“Two natural flowers are lying in a straight line in front 90 meters in front!”
He told Nam Gung-yeon not only the number of naturalizations, but also her distance and appearance before Nam Gung-yeon asked.
"All right! Kunlun three lines, please check the left and right! What do you see?”
“I see three natural flowers stretched out in a straight line on the left!”
“There are three naturalized flowers on the right side as well!”
Seonin Taemu and Seonin Taeryeong shouted at the same time.
“The fire will come soon! Prepare your heart!”
It is time for them to advance another about 30 meters.
Black smoke rushed in from the left and right along with a sudden strong wind.
Meke reminded me of a forest fire in Walnut Mountain.
People who saw the ground sink down ran relying on the back of the person in front of them.
Everywhere was filled with smoke, but no one hesitated.
Whiriririk- Whiik!
Burning logs flew around and collided with each other, sparking.
Mu-deok Jang, elder, stuck his tongue out inwardly.
‘Huh! There is no such thing as hell!'
I survived thanks to resting for a while and recovering my strength.
It is impossible to know where such a fireball is suddenly coming from.
It was embarrassing to run while only looking at Namgungyeon, but at the same time, it was surprising.
'I'm sure she’s is empress queen’
If it wasn't for her, she would have been burned to death while wandering around.
Old sim covered in black ashes asked.
“Sozer! How much further do we have to go?”
“I’m here! Right, left, which one do you like?”
Namgungyeon sudden question made her old sim.
“Left, no, right, no… … .”
He was confused, thinking that a single word could make the difference between life and death.
Through the smoke, two roads appeared at first glance.
“I’ll go left!”
Namgungyeon slammed her body into the path to her left at the same time she spoke.
The eight masters, who had been running only looking at the back of the person in front, also jumped to the left.
Suddenly, a huge meadow appeared in front of them.
The hot wind and the pungent smoke that stung the skin disappeared like a lie.
The spying masters all blinked at the sudden change of scenery.
A cool breeze blew from the edge of the meadow.
The wind blew the tall grasses against each other, making pleasant sounds.
Ssssss.
Zhang Moo-deok was surprised by the strange phenomenon and asked involuntarily.
“Namgung Sojeo, is this really the supernatural ability of the Eight Doors and Eight Shangjins?”
"that's right."
“It’s amazing that Jinbeop captures all of nature.”
“The harmony of heaven and earth dwells in the human body, so there is no reason why it shouldn’t be true.”
“I see, indeed!”
Zhang Mu-deok nodded his head.
The world I knew so far collapsed, and a bigger world came into my eyes.
that's when
Sasasasak-.
A sharp rustle of grass could be heard in the distance.
Namgungyeon said as if he had been waiting.
“Careful! This is the end and center of Hojin. A powerful monster might appear.”
“A monster?”
Namgungyeon answered Yeon Jeokha’s question.
“Since there was a face stake in the canyon earlier, there must be something guarding the gate here as well.”
“Has there ever been a door in the canyon?”
Taeeul Seonin glanced at Namgungyeon.
Kunlun Samseon also knew about Kimunjin to some extent.
That's why she came up with a gorge in the words 'Hojin' and 'Moon'.
“ It would have been difficult to get out if I had entered the gorge with a face brace attached to my back. It is difficult to observe the sky. That's why I backed out."
Taeryeong asked as if he was curious.
“Sojeo, if that’s the case, what would be in this place?”
“Since there was a face holder in front of the picture, there is a monster just like that in front of Hojin… … .”
Before she even finished speaking.
The grass in front of Hyuk Moo-chun parted and something rose up.
Chow-.
At first glance, it looked like a giant praying mantis.
A mantis with a length of about 3 meters (approximately 3 meters) swung at Hyukmu-chun with its sickle-like front claws.
Shih- shh-.
Shocked, Hyuk Moo-chun cut off his forepaw at the same time as he kicked him.
Zeng-.
It seems that the incident happened unconsciously, so it was not possible to put effort into it.
Even though he was hit by the Hyukmu Chunui-do, his front leg was not cut off.
Rather, the other foot cut Hyuk Moo-chun's throat.
At the moment of identity crisis, Gwi Young-ja pulled Hyuk Moo-chun's back.
Spaw-.
Instead of his neck, his shoulder was cut long.
Hyukmu-chun's face turned red with absurdity and shame.
“Such a ceveral thing!”
Hyuk Moo-chun's new model was shot forward with thick swear words.
His name feast, the thirteenth anniversary of the Ghost Dobeop, took a picture of the praying mantis.
Kwak-kwa-kwa-kwa-.
The aura that stretched out like a ray of light cut off the mantis' front leg.
In the ensuing attack, his neck, the size of a man's waist, was severed.
Even as she was decapitated, the praying mantis stomped around with her two hind legs.
puck. puck. puck.
The meadow was overturned by her blade-like claws, revealing her inner flesh.
Even after losing her head, the praying mantis fell down only after half an hour (about 7 minutes).
Hyuk Mu-chun shook his head as if he was fed up.
“Wow! The string is as tough as an iron tendon. Are you a chicken? Why do you go around even with your head cut off?”
Youngja-kun, who approached Hyuk Moo-chun, frowned.
“The wound is deep.”
"Yes? It seems to have brushed, but is it deep?”
“It’s about to reveal the bones. Its forepaws must be as sharp as blades. If you don't want to lose your arm, at least apply the gold spear.”
“Ah, yes.”
Hyuk Mu-chun took out the golden spear medicine from his chest and applied it to his shoulder.
The pain felt like it was scraping through his bones.
It was before Hyuk Moo-chun had even wrapped up his wounds.
The rustling of grass could be heard from all directions.
Now that they knew the meaning of the sound, the faces of the spy masters darkened.
“Confucius, isn’t that the sound of those praying mantises crawling?”
"I think so."
“Is the mantis head that good?”
“Ask me what I know?”
"Oh right. I'm sorry for asking something pointless.”
“Are you in a bad mood?”
The two of them did not take their eyes off the meadow while arguing non-stop.
Even though the wind had stopped, the grass in the meadow swayed as if it had been swept away by the wind.
Chow-.
Chow-.
Soon after, warts sprouted from all sides.
Yeon Jeok-ha, Namgung-yeon, and Jang Moo-deok stood in the form of Pumja (品字) and sprayed sword energy at the mantises.
The mantises' forepaws and necks were cleanly cut off.
But there was no scream.
It was just the strange flapping of their wings as the praying mantis leaped up.
The rustling of blades of grass and the violent flapping of wings echoed incessantly.
Sasasasak-.
Chow-.
Simtong, Kunryun Samseon, Gwiyeongjagun, and Hyukmuchun took their places between the characters.
The warts that the previous three missed or let go were dealt with from behind.
The skin was so thick and the front feet were sharp that even a little bit of carelessness was not allowed.
I can't put into words the mental fatigue because I'm so nervous.
As time passed, old sim and a grunt of pain flowed from Kunlun Samseon's mouth.
However, Gwiyeongjagun and Hyukmuchun gritted their teeth and held back their moaning.
They couldn't even let out a sound of pain for fear of being kicked out of the group.
Maybe it's been about a meal (about 30 minutes)?
The warts that had been coming in like a wave became less frequent.
Wiping the sweat from his old sim with the back of his hand, he said a word.
“Wow! naughty pups. Now, I can't use the word 'Dangrang Geocheol' isn't it? Confucius?”
"I know. That's enough to cut the cart. But is that a praying mantis? What kind of praying mantis is so terrifying? Do you know what that is?”
Namgungyeon answered Yeon Jeokha’s question.
“It seems that Imaemangryang were created with the divine power of Yukjeong Yukgap.”
“Is this Mae Mang-ryang?”
“Commonly, the mountain god or the water god is called ‘i’, and the old thing’s emotion dwells and changes are called ‘mae’. In Confucius's language, the peak of the mountain is called 'forgiveness', and the peak of the land is called 'panyang'. we saw A face support or a praying mantis must be a ‘remnant’ born from a ‘mountain’s abysses. If I had to give it a name, would it be ‘Mangryang dangrang’?”
"ah! Forever... … Dangrang!”
At her explanation, Seon Tae-eul nodded her head.
“This is a fitting statement. Despite their frequency, the praying mantis is not an ordinary creature.”
“I think it must be Lee Mae Mang-ryang.”
“I think so too.”
Seon Taemu and Seon Tae-ryeong also said a word each.
There is no mantis like that in the world, so what is it if it is not Lee Mae Mang-ryang?
Zhang Moo-duk sneaked in.
“Whether it's Lee Mae Mang-ryang or whatever, if it stays like this, I'll be in big trouble. Namgung Sojeo, do you have a secret plan to overcome this predicament?”
“As Zhang Daheop said, it is dangerous to continue fighting mantises in this grassland. But she said yes, so she can't even go to Henan. There must be something worse than a praying mantis waiting for you at the Henan.”
“If so, are we going to fight those menacing beasts until the sun goes down? It would be impossible.”
Zhang Wu-deok looked up at the cloud-covered sky.
It took at least two more hours (four hours) before it became night.
He's pushing himself like this, and I don't know if others will be able to hold on until then.
