Chapter 368 - I'll grant that wish
Master Bulgwang, the abbot of Jaeunsa Temple, could not stop the group of Jinin in Changchun.
Even so, it is impossible for the guru to stir up the temple as they please.
“Binseung will guide you there.”
Considering Eunsa Ja's face, he had to do that at least.
Jin-in Changchun nodded her head calmly considering Zen master Buguang's position.
“Thank you for your understanding. I wish you well.”
Master Bulgwang took the lead with a seemingly nonchalant face.
It's as if someone is giving the guru a tour of the temple of charity.
The place where Zen Master Bulgwang stopped was in front of the palace with a signboard reading Unsudang.
“This is it.”
“Let’s look around for a while.”
Jinin of Changchun first sought forgiveness from Master Bulgwang and then entered Unsudang.
Perhaps because of the rumour that it is magical, two women were bowing nonstop.
Changchun Jinin looked at Yunsudang with sharp eyes.
It is a simple appearance with a huge Buddha statue placed on a stone stand in front and an incense burner in front of it.
Followed by the disciples of the immediate family and the secular family secretly followed.
Yeonjeokha lightly looked around the inside of Unsudang.
‘If it was done by a person, it would be difficult to find the evil beast… … .’
Since non-partisan masters came rushing in, they must have been hiding somewhere.
That was the thought of not only the younger siblings, but also the direct disciples and the subordinate disciples.
Naturally, they looked around Unsudang with calm faces.
But worldly affairs transcend common sense.
It was when Changchun Jinyin took a meticulous look inside and just took a step outside.
Wheein-.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from somewhere.
The bright sky at noon was covered with dark clouds, and the surroundings became dark.
The monks of Jaeunsa Temple, who had gathered in front of Unsudang, stepped back with pale faces.
"Yo, it's a monster!"
“It is the work of a ghost!”
“Namu Amitabha, Namu Amitabha… … .”
The monks gathered around the Zen Master Bulgwang and chanted Buddhist prayers.
For them, it was a phenomenon that they experienced for the first time in their lives, so it was surprising.
Kwurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring! Kwakwang!
As the ground shook with the sound of thunder that flowed from within the dark clouds, the monks' chanting grew louder.
The front of Unsudang, which had been quiet, was turned upside down by the gust of wind, the sound of thunder, and the sound of Buddhist prayers.
Disappointed, Changchun Jin-in hurriedly took out the end of Jinbu from his arms.
And with Pasa's mantra, he blew away the extinction part.
Whiririk-.
Perong!
The extinction part that came into contact with the dark clouds burst into flames with a loud sound.
But the dark clouds didn't budge.
Rather, it began to expand its territory more and more.
Dark clouds covered the entire vicinity of Unsudang, making it impossible to see an inch ahead.
“Hehehehehe!”
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Unidentified wails and screams erupted from the dark clouds.
The sound was horrific enough to faint even for the faint-hearted.
Unable to withstand the pressure, the monks gradually moved away from Unsudang.
However, the non-partisan guru did not leave Unsu-dang.
This is why he came to Woonsudang with the intention of defeating the opponent, whether it be a demon or an evil spirit.
“Go!”
Changchun Jinyin drew his sword.
It is not a peach tree wooden sword that catches evil spirits, but a shamanic sword.
After realizing that the dark clouds were made with psychic magic, he changed his stance.
“Northern Dipper Jin Mid-Heaven Darkness!”
Changchun Jinyin lowered his sword with the spell of Pa Jin.
Shaa-.
The dark clouds split into long vertical lines due to the strong sword strike, but soon merged again.
That's not the end.
Suddenly, a huge asura appeared from the dark clouds and struck Jin-in in Changchun.
Surprised, Changchun Jin-in blocked Asura's hand with a sword.
Kwagwang-.
Changchun Jinin's upper body staggered along with the deafening explosion.
“Keugh! Sura Annihilation Coward? no way… … .”
Changchun Qinyin, who was internally wounded by a single blow, shouted at his disciples with a white face.
“It is a devil that cannot be defeated! Avoid everyone!”
Master Gwanghae, Master Gongjin, and Master Gyeongam hesitated even at their master's screams.
It was because he couldn't bear to run away, leaving only his wounded master behind.
Rather, the three direct disciples inside Unsudang jumped out and stood next to the teacher.
At that moment, Asura's huge palm fell over their heads.
The three masters hurriedly raised their swords to block them, but to no avail.
Quaang!
A formidable rock mirror fell on the heads of the three masters.
The eldest, Master Gwanghae, gritted his teeth and endured the moaning that was about to burst out.
However, the second and third did not.
“Ugh!”
“Ugh! Cool!”
In particular, guru Gyeongam, who had a relatively weak history, coughed up blood and coughed up blood.
The three masters, who even lost the energy to run away, looked at the dark clouds with devastated eyes.
A raspy sound came from the dark clouds.
“Kuhhh! Everyone die!”
Then Asura's palms once again appeared above their heads.
It was the moment when Asura's dark red hand was about to take down the four masters.
From the inside of Unsudang, a brilliant ray of light shot out like an arrow.
A beam of light shot up into the sky and pierced the giant Asura's palm.
“Kuaaa!”
With a scream that shook the heavens and earth, Asura's hand disappeared into the clouds.
However, the rays of light flew to and fro through the dark clouds, as if they were not satisfied with that.
Thunder rumbled incessantly in the dark clouds.
Kurrureung— thump— thump—.
After a while, the ray of light was sucked back into Unsudang.
Dark clouds that had settled heavily around Unsudang began to gradually fade.
Suddenly, Changchun Jinin's gaze turned to the roof of the palace across from Unsudang.
An old man in a shabby garb stood there.
No matter how you look at it, it is the attire of a person who does chores in a temple.
The old man looked so ordinary that if it wasn't for the Sura Destruction Field, he would have overlooked it.
“… … Suramazon?”
murim greatest evil is neither green nor famous.
Although they have been at odds for a long time, there is still room for dialogue with Green Forest and famous schools.
However, there was an absolute evil that communication itself was impossible.
It is the magic cult of Heavenly Mountain.
Suramazon was a master of the Demonic Cult whose activities had disappeared and now even his presence had faded.
As the corner of the old man's mouth twisted, a dreary laugh echoed from all directions.
It was a legendary tactic of six battles.
“Quack! He is proud that there is a guy who still remembers the main seat. He will kill you especially painlessly.”
However, Suramazon did not move from the spot for some reason, contrary to the loud noise.
The eyes of Jangchun Jin-in, who were covered in white, were young.
Suramazon, who seemed like he would fly in at any moment and use water spray, was putting his words first.
Belatedly, he recalled the ray of light that had flown from Unsudang.
Could it be that Suramazon is afraid of that?
If you think about it, it is strange that the thick dark clouds suddenly lifted.
At that time, Yeon Nam-cheon, a disciple of a secular family, walked out of Unsu-dang.
Changchun Jinyin's gaze inadvertently turned to his hand.
A dagger caught my eye.
'Could that beam of light be that dagger?'
I went forward, passing by Jangchun Jin-in and three masters who came out of Unsugung Palace.
“Was the old man a slut pretending to be a ghost?”
"what! What a color! The main name of this seat is... … .”
The hot-tempered Surama John tried to reveal his identity, but he did not wait for his rival.
“It’s a dirty name. Why do you pretend to be a ghost when you're all old? You seem to like ghosts, but I'll grant that wish. Don't think about running away, come here.”
At Yeonjeokha's words, Suramazon was greatly shocked.
He himself was one of the Ten Demonic Cultists, who are said to be the supreme beings of ten thousand demons.
The tenth master of the world came after the Demonic Cult took his foot out of the river.
If the Demonic Cult continued its activities, their names would have been changed.
“I, I, crazy… … .”
Even with his mouth rattling, Surama John did not descend from the roof.
A drop of blood dripped from his right hand, which he clutched invisibly.
His injuries were caused by the shattering of Sura's cowardice.
Suramazon suppressed the rising anger and forced a smile.
“Cheuk, kid. what is your name?”
“Why is an old man who is about to die so curious? come? why? I'm afraid I can't come down Shall I go?”
Yeonjeokha waved his hand at Suramazon.
Suramazon gritted his teeth to ignore the obvious opponent's provocation.
“Curm. Hey, what's that in your hand? Doesn't it look normal? Do you see the law?”
"this? Did you just pick it up?”
Yeonjeokha held a dagger in front of him and shook it.
This is the dagger he threw when fighting an unknown masked man at Po's shrine a few years ago.
So it was not a lie to say that he picked it up.
Suramazon frowned at the unexpected answer.
It feels like words are in vain. I think you need to change the question to get the answer you want.
“I’m going to dig up and ask. Were you the one who broke the sura annihilation field?”
“If you mean that strange palm, then I am right. It's not a big deal, isn't the name grandiose? But will you still be there? Didn't you kill someone a moment ago? Aren’t you doing this to see the atmosphere and run away after staying far away?”
“… … .”
Suramazon looked at the young man with half-doubtful eyes.
Impossible given his age, but he was too calm to be false.
But patience has its limits.
Even if he broke the cowardice of Sura, he couldn't just step back.
Suramazon's eyes filled with life.
"OK. It's my wish to die, so please grant it."
Along with the horse, Suramazon flung himself into the air.
And he, in a gentle curve, flew into the front yard of Unsu-dang.
Kwurreureung-.
The wind that came out of his hand fell like a bolt of lightning onto his head.
In an instant, he threw the dagger he was holding.
Tsutsutsu -.
The dagger cut through the wind and flew in a straight line to Suramazon.
Surprised, Surama John changed his position by flipping his body several times in the air.
But the dagger, like a consul, quickly changed direction and pressed him.
It was a winning sword.
As the dagger followed him like a shadow, Suramazon flew around Unsudang like crazy.
The wind did not dare to blow again.
He performed a ceremonial art at an invisible speed, but in the end the dagger cut his waist.
“Kuk!”
A suffocating moan flowed from Suramazon's mouth.
The dagger just grazed, but it hurt as if my back had been cut.
He hurriedly looked down and opened his eyes.
His blood was gushing out like a waterfall from the waist that had been cut an inch (about 3 cm) deep.
Surama John grabbed him by the waist with one hand and pushed him backwards.
It was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury since coming out of Murim, so his heart raced.
Suddenly, a young man with a sword in his field of vision entered.
It means the attack isn't over yet.
I hurriedly looked to where the sword was heading, and saw a dagger spinning on the roof of Unsudang.
He won't even get a chance to run away if he confronts again.
Suramajon fled without looking back, his past reputation being overshadowed.
Retrieving his dagger, Yan Jehehe approached Changchun Qinyin, who was standing in a daze.
“Do you know who that slut is?”
Chapter 368 - I'll grant that wish
Master Bulgwang, the abbot of Jaeunsa Temple, could not stop the group of Jinin in Changchun.
Even so, it is impossible for the guru to stir up the temple as they please.
“Binseung will guide you there.”
Considering Eunsa Ja's face, he had to do that at least.
Jin-in Changchun nodded her head calmly considering Zen master Buguang's position.
“Thank you for your understanding. I wish you well.”
Master Bulgwang took the lead with a seemingly nonchalant face.
It's as if someone is giving the guru a tour of the temple of charity.
The place where Zen Master Bulgwang stopped was in front of the palace with a signboard reading Unsudang.
“This is it.”
“Let’s look around for a while.”
Jinin of Changchun first sought forgiveness from Master Bulgwang and then entered Unsudang.
Perhaps because of the rumour that it is magical, two women were bowing nonstop.
Changchun Jinin looked at Yunsudang with sharp eyes.
It is a simple appearance with a huge Buddha statue placed on a stone stand in front and an incense burner in front of it.
Followed by the disciples of the immediate family and the secular family secretly followed.
Yeonjeokha lightly looked around the inside of Unsudang.
‘If it was done by a person, it would be difficult to find the evil beast… … .’
Since non-partisan masters came rushing in, they must have been hiding somewhere.
That was the thought of not only the younger siblings, but also the direct disciples and the subordinate disciples.
Naturally, they looked around Unsudang with calm faces.
But worldly affairs transcend common sense.
It was when Changchun Jinyin took a meticulous look inside and just took a step outside.
Wheein-.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from somewhere.
The bright sky at noon was covered with dark clouds, and the surroundings became dark.
The monks of Jaeunsa Temple, who had gathered in front of Unsudang, stepped back with pale faces.
"Yo, it's a monster!"
“It is the work of a ghost!”
“Namu Amitabha, Namu Amitabha… … .”
The monks gathered around the Zen Master Bulgwang and chanted Buddhist prayers.
For them, it was a phenomenon that they experienced for the first time in their lives, so it was surprising.
Kwurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring! Kwakwang!
As the ground shook with the sound of thunder that flowed from within the dark clouds, the monks' chanting grew louder.
The front of Unsudang, which had been quiet, was turned upside down by the gust of wind, the sound of thunder, and the sound of Buddhist prayers.
Disappointed, Changchun Jin-in hurriedly took out the end of Jinbu from his arms.
And with Pasa's mantra, he blew away the extinction part.
Whiririk-.
Perong!
The extinction part that came into contact with the dark clouds burst into flames with a loud sound.
But the dark clouds didn't budge.
Rather, it began to expand its territory more and more.
Dark clouds covered the entire vicinity of Unsudang, making it impossible to see an inch ahead.
“Hehehehehe!”
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Unidentified wails and screams erupted from the dark clouds.
The sound was horrific enough to faint even for the faint-hearted.
Unable to withstand the pressure, the monks gradually moved away from Unsudang.
However, the non-partisan guru did not leave Unsu-dang.
This is why he came to Woonsudang with the intention of defeating the opponent, whether it be a demon or an evil spirit.
“Go!”
Changchun Jinyin drew his sword.
It is not a peach tree wooden sword that catches evil spirits, but a shamanic sword.
After realizing that the dark clouds were made with psychic magic, he changed his stance.
“Northern Dipper Jin Mid-Heaven Darkness!”
Changchun Jinyin lowered his sword with the spell of Pa Jin.
Shaa-.
The dark clouds split into long vertical lines due to the strong sword strike, but soon merged again.
That's not the end.
Suddenly, a huge asura appeared from the dark clouds and struck Jin-in in Changchun.
Surprised, Changchun Jin-in blocked Asura's hand with a sword.
Kwagwang-.
Changchun Jinin's upper body staggered along with the deafening explosion.
“Keugh! Sura Annihilation Coward? no way… … .”
Changchun Qinyin, who was internally wounded by a single blow, shouted at his disciples with a white face.
“It is a devil that cannot be defeated! Avoid everyone!”
Master Gwanghae, Master Gongjin, and Master Gyeongam hesitated even at their master's screams.
It was because he couldn't bear to run away, leaving only his wounded master behind.
Rather, the three direct disciples inside Unsudang jumped out and stood next to the teacher.
At that moment, Asura's huge palm fell over their heads.
The three masters hurriedly raised their swords to block them, but to no avail.
Quaang!
A formidable rock mirror fell on the heads of the three masters.
The eldest, Master Gwanghae, gritted his teeth and endured the moaning that was about to burst out.
However, the second and third did not.
“Ugh!”
“Ugh! Cool!”
In particular, guru Gyeongam, who had a relatively weak history, coughed up blood and coughed up blood.
The three masters, who even lost the energy to run away, looked at the dark clouds with devastated eyes.
A raspy sound came from the dark clouds.
“Kuhhh! Everyone die!”
Then Asura's palms once again appeared above their heads.
It was the moment when Asura's dark red hand was about to take down the four masters.
From the inside of Unsudang, a brilliant ray of light shot out like an arrow.
A beam of light shot up into the sky and pierced the giant Asura's palm.
“Kuaaa!”
With a scream that shook the heavens and earth, Asura's hand disappeared into the clouds.
However, the rays of light flew to and fro through the dark clouds, as if they were not satisfied with that.
Thunder rumbled incessantly in the dark clouds.
Kurrureung— thump— thump—.
After a while, the ray of light was sucked back into Unsudang.
Dark clouds that had settled heavily around Unsudang began to gradually fade.
Suddenly, Changchun Jinin's gaze turned to the roof of the palace across from Unsudang.
An old man in a shabby garb stood there.
No matter how you look at it, it is the attire of a person who does chores in a temple.
The old man looked so ordinary that if it wasn't for the Sura Destruction Field, he would have overlooked it.
“… … Suramazon?”
murim greatest evil is neither green nor famous.
Although they have been at odds for a long time, there is still room for dialogue with Green Forest and famous schools.
However, there was an absolute evil that communication itself was impossible.
It is the magic cult of Heavenly Mountain.
Suramazon was a master of the Demonic Cult whose activities had disappeared and now even his presence had faded.
As the corner of the old man's mouth twisted, a dreary laugh echoed from all directions.
It was a legendary tactic of six battles.
“Quack! He is proud that there is a guy who still remembers the main seat. He will kill you especially painlessly.”
However, Suramazon did not move from the spot for some reason, contrary to the loud noise.
The eyes of Jangchun Jin-in, who were covered in white, were young.
Suramazon, who seemed like he would fly in at any moment and use water spray, was putting his words first.
Belatedly, he recalled the ray of light that had flown from Unsudang.
Could it be that Suramazon is afraid of that?
If you think about it, it is strange that the thick dark clouds suddenly lifted.
At that time, Yeon Nam-cheon, a disciple of a secular family, walked out of Unsu-dang.
Changchun Jinyin's gaze inadvertently turned to his hand.
A dagger caught my eye.
'Could that beam of light be that dagger?'
I went forward, passing by Jangchun Jin-in and three masters who came out of Unsugung Palace.
“Was the old man a slut pretending to be a ghost?”
"what! What a color! The main name of this seat is... … .”
The hot-tempered Surama John tried to reveal his identity, but he did not wait for his rival.
“It’s a dirty name. Why do you pretend to be a ghost when you're all old? You seem to like ghosts, but I'll grant that wish. Don't think about running away, come here.”
At Yeonjeokha's words, Suramazon was greatly shocked.
He himself was one of the Ten Demonic Cultists, who are said to be the supreme beings of ten thousand demons.
The tenth master of the world came after the Demonic Cult took his foot out of the river.
If the Demonic Cult continued its activities, their names would have been changed.
“I, I, crazy… … .”
Even with his mouth rattling, Surama John did not descend from the roof.
A drop of blood dripped from his right hand, which he clutched invisibly.
His injuries were caused by the shattering of Sura's cowardice.
Suramazon suppressed the rising anger and forced a smile.
“Cheuk, kid. what is your name?”
“Why is an old man who is about to die so curious? come? why? I'm afraid I can't come down Shall I go?”
Yeonjeokha waved his hand at Suramazon.
Suramazon gritted his teeth to ignore the obvious opponent's provocation.
“Curm. Hey, what's that in your hand? Doesn't it look normal? Do you see the law?”
"this? Did you just pick it up?”
Yeonjeokha held a dagger in front of him and shook it.
This is the dagger he threw when fighting an unknown masked man at Po's shrine a few years ago.
So it was not a lie to say that he picked it up.
Suramazon frowned at the unexpected answer.
It feels like words are in vain. I think you need to change the question to get the answer you want.
“I’m going to dig up and ask. Were you the one who broke the sura annihilation field?”
“If you mean that strange palm, then I am right. It's not a big deal, isn't the name grandiose? But will you still be there? Didn't you kill someone a moment ago? Aren’t you doing this to see the atmosphere and run away after staying far away?”
“… … .”
Suramazon looked at the young man with half-doubtful eyes.
Impossible given his age, but he was too calm to be false.
But patience has its limits.
Even if he broke the cowardice of Sura, he couldn't just step back.
Suramazon's eyes filled with life.
"OK. It's my wish to die, so please grant it."
Along with the horse, Suramazon flung himself into the air.
And he, in a gentle curve, flew into the front yard of Unsu-dang.
Kwurreureung-.
The wind that came out of his hand fell like a bolt of lightning onto his head.
In an instant, he threw the dagger he was holding.
Tsutsutsu -.
The dagger cut through the wind and flew in a straight line to Suramazon.
Surprised, Surama John changed his position by flipping his body several times in the air.
But the dagger, like a consul, quickly changed direction and pressed him.
It was a winning sword.
As the dagger followed him like a shadow, Suramazon flew around Unsudang like crazy.
The wind did not dare to blow again.
He performed a ceremonial art at an invisible speed, but in the end the dagger cut his waist.
“Kuk!”
A suffocating moan flowed from Suramazon's mouth.
The dagger just grazed, but it hurt as if my back had been cut.
He hurriedly looked down and opened his eyes.
His blood was gushing out like a waterfall from the waist that had been cut an inch (about 3 cm) deep.
Surama John grabbed him by the waist with one hand and pushed him backwards.
It was the first time he had suffered such a serious injury since coming out of Murim, so his heart raced.
Suddenly, a young man with a sword in his field of vision entered.
It means the attack isn't over yet.
I hurriedly looked to where the sword was heading, and saw a dagger spinning on the roof of Unsudang.
He won't even get a chance to run away if he confronts again.
Suramajon fled without looking back, his past reputation being overshadowed.
Retrieving his dagger, Yan Jehehe approached Changchun Qinyin, who was standing in a daze.
“Do you know who that slut is?”
