Noh Do-gyeong, the sword of escape from soul, was originally from Juksan-hyeon.
He's called Hwamu eleven Hong .
He returned to Nammok Mountain when the Demonic Cult entered a period of decline and was infested with all sorts of crooks.
He was disappointed in the Demonic Cult, but more than that, it was to refine his temper.
The plank house in the mountains where he lived with his parents had already turned into an abandoned house.
His family is gone, but haunted by vague memories, he repairs an abandoned house and locks himself in.
ten years to do so.
When he finally reached his peak on the third day, he left the plank house without any regrets.
The first thing he heard after coming down the mountain was a famous school.
He defeated Jeongui Meng and Heaven and Earth Meng and became the Absolute of Kang Ho I?
Next is Juksan-hyeon Hyeonryeong.
Hyeongryeong here and there, Hyeonryeong, there were only stories about him.
If the rumors about Yumyeonggyo were all the same, Juksan-hyeon's Hyunryung ran from one pole to another.
He was caught by a shaman, a high official, or a sorcerer... … .
Shamans, dignitaries, and sorcerers?
What an incongruous combination this is!
At that time, Chun Woo-saeng, a fairy tale, appeared in front of me.
He was a well-known storyteller and a well-known person in the Hoguangseong area.
So he tested his knowledge with half a hermit.
The results were just fine.
True to its reputation as the best in Hogwangseong, stories that had never been heard came pouring out.
All that remains is information about Myeongwanggyo.
Since he might notice the cult of the world, he thought of going and listening to him separately.
For that reason, I closed it for a while, but someone asked me about it.
And also ignorantly and openly.
Looking at it, it seems that he is looking for Myeongwanggyo.
I wondered if it was out of simple curiosity, or if there was a purpose.
At first it was just that.
However, no matter how you look at it, this guy who only looks like an ordinary person is suspicious.
Gyeon-Woo Lee of the White Sword Marksland is also terrified of the energy he exudes, but this guy was different.
I don't care if I'm dull or out of my mind.
At this point, it's a matter of pride.
That's why it jumped out leaving the placenta or the placenta of the precious food.
I didn't want to break up like this because I was embarrassed.
He intended to find out a little more about the opponent and either trample on it or kill it.
But as we talked, he got along strangely well.
It's the first time I've met a person who doesn't have any preconceived notions about the Demonic Cult in Gangho.
The thought of stepping on it or killing it soon disappeared.
Maybe it's because I haven't had a conversation partner in the meantime, so my heart has been unlocked.
Even so, that face was difficult to accept.
“You ran away right now, right?”
"haha! to run away I was thinking about it for a while. By the way, is that on the face smallpox?”
“It's just that the swelling came up as a side effect of using the wrong medicine. You will be well soon.”
Only then did Noh Do-gyeong's stride widened.
Noh Do-kyung, standing shoulder to shoulder with him again, asked as if passing by.
“What kind of drug did you take to make it happen?”
“There is something called Nakwol Dokjeong.”
"It's a fall. It has a beautiful name, but it must have been very poisonous. Haha, poisonous mushrooms are notable.”
"It's similar."
Noh Do-kyung glanced at the face of the young man named Yeon-mo.
Until now, I thought he was a normal person, but it seems that he was not.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What about your monk?”
“It’s nonpartisan.”
“… … .”
Noh Do-kyung didn't say anything for a moment.
I knew that there were many non-partisan disciples in the sipeon, but I thought he was a member of the non-partisan faction.
Chilpamun and the Demonic Cult were long-time enemies, and could be said to be the enemies of a thousand and one infidelity.
"Didn't the younger brother hear about the Demonic Cult in the shaman faction?"
“Not at all.”
“The years are scary.”
Noh Do-kyung thought, “It seems that everything has changed over the years.”
If it weren't for that, there's no way the shaman wouldn't teach about the Demonic Cult!
"why?"
“Before, the relationship between the Chilpamun and the main school was not good. It was a long time. Even if we met eyes, he drew his sword.”
“Did you?”
“It was then. I don’t know how it is these days.”
“How ?”
"what?"
“Do you want to cut me?”
“Not at all.”
“That’s it. It doesn't matter whether it was in the past or now. He doesn't want to do it.”
"Right."
Lord Nodo shook his head.
That's right.
He does it if he wants to or he doesn't.
Regardless of before or now.
"But it's the first time I've seen a non-partisan disciple carry such a large backpack."
"Ah, it's because I'm a disciple of the Dragon Palace."
“Does a disciple of Ohryonggung carry such a backpack?”
Nodo-kyung, not knowing the inner circumstances of the shaman faction, tilted his head.
“Ah, Ohryonggung is a place where magic is taught. It has to be this much to carry the amulet material.”
"oh! sorcery.”
An exclamation escaped Noh Do-kyung's mouth.
It seemed like he knew why a young man named Yeon-mo looked like a normal person.
“But why are you looking for Myeongwanggyo? He's still a long way from the end of his three-year contract.”
“I have a personal matter. Who is that?”
“Hey, don’t call me uncle. Didn't I say that earlier? I wonder what made them so strong. Thirty years ago they were chased by Chilpaimun. But isn't it the exact opposite now? I was wondering if there was something that could help the Demonic Cult’s revival.”
“I know a little bit.”
“You know?”
“I bet no one knows more about famous churches than I do, right? I've met the Twelve Horsemen, the Baekdu Horse Army, and even the religious leader."
“Is it really?”
Noh Do-gyeong looked at the young man with absurd eyes.
Isn't it a great bravado to have met a famous religious leader at that age!
“Because it is. You have many doubts.”
“No, I don’t think the famous religious leader is such an easy person to meet.”
“Who said it was easy? I almost died when I went to Mt. Fengji.”
“Pungjisan? So Jo So-je went to the place where the Palmun Palsangjin was installed?”
Palmun Palsangjin also contributed to his giving up spying on famous religions.
Being an outsider to the truth, I couldn't dare.
“Because it is. tell me Don't you?”
“Tell me.”
Noh Do-kyung did not refuse.
He didn't believe much, but he had to make ends meet, so he had no reason to refuse.
“In famous churches, monks are sacrificed to draw out transcendental power.”
“I heard that. Do you think that Taoists and monks use them as sacrifices?”
“If you sacrifice 10 people, you become the Twelve Horsemen, and if you sacrifice 100 people, you become the 100 Horses. They say that if you sacrifice a thousand people, you will become the King of Heaven.”
“There is a saying that human sacrifice is a misunderstanding.”
“If it had been a misunderstanding, the Justice alliance would not have declared it a Moorim achievement.”
"They said that our demons are also Murim's enemies."
“Since he tried to destroy the world, it deserves to be called Moorim’s exploits. That's not a good thing.”
“Hmm, anyway, I don't trust Chilpai's judgment. I wouldn’t know if I saw it myself.”
“You know that. I'm just telling you because you're curious about the power of famous religions. They sacrifice monks and gain transcendental power.”
“You mean just offering sacrifices and gaining strength?”
“Yes, there are no other conditions. Oh, they say you need to know the mantra if you have to. It is said that the mantras of the Twelve Horsemen, Baekdu Horsemen, and Chundu Demon Kings are all different.”
"It's astonishing that you only need to know one mantra."
"That's why all kinds of bastards flocked to the famous school."
“The sacrifice is a bit harsh, but under those conditions it seems pretty good.”
Even among magic arts, there are not a few martial arts that use people as sacrifices.
From the point of view of Noh Do-kyung, a demonic cult, it was a training method that was slightly appealing.
“If you look at the transcendent power, it is. The thing is, that's not the end.”
“Are there any other tricky conditions?”
“It’s not the condition, but the result that hits the target. When the famous religious twelve horsemen die, they turn into monsters. And it eats people as soon as it catches sight.”
“Isn’t that a rumor spread by the Chilpa Gate?”
"and! This man, from earlier on, if you keep talking about the Chilpamun, you're going to get away with it.”
"It's because they're good at slander."
“You can think whatever you want. Anyway, the secret of famous religion is to use supernatural powers as sacrifices. Just know that you will turn into a monster in return.”
“Ambiguous.”
"What's ambiguous?"
“There are many magicians who offer people as sacrifices. However, there is no demon who dies and becomes a monster. It's unclear whether or not that will help the Demonic Cult."
“Isn’t that not in line with your doctrine?”
"Why do you think it's not right?"
“You say you’re creating a new world? Do monsters fit in that new world?”
“Huggin. That's what I think, so again."
Noh Do-kyung shook his head.
I can understand the sacrifice, but a monster that eats humans in Shincheonji. That doesn't sound like much. Of course, I'm still half-confident about monsters.
***
ten words.
Bang Hyun.
around dusk.
Two men entered Banghyeon, located south of Sipeon.
They are Yeon Jeok-ha and Noh Do-kyung.
The two entered the largest-looking inn and found a separate room. The destination was the same, but it happened because we weren't together.
I unpacked my luggage and went down to the dining room.
Nodo-kyung, who was sitting at the table when he came down, waved his hand.
“Come, little brother.”
He sat across from him, hoping that it would be better than eating alone.
Jeomsoy came closer.
“What would you like?”
“Gyuhwagye and chobi. Oh, and a bottle of incense wine as an accompaniment.”
“Yes, yes.”
When Jeom So-yi left, Do-kyung Noh said a word.
“I already ordered. But what is incense? If it's a man, it's bamboo leaves.”
I listened to him with one ear and shed it.
After a while, Soyi Jeom served food and lined it up in front of Dokyung Noh.
Baekyuk (白肉, boiled pork) and early, there was no significant difference from Yeonjeokha.
Not long after, the food under Yeonjeok-ha came out.
Yeonjeokha, who was hungry after walking all day, silently devoted himself to chopsticks.
By dinner time, the restaurant was full of people.
Noh Do-kyung, who was slightly full, raised his head slightly and saw a young man named Yeon-mo.
"why?"
“No, I was just curious.”
"What?"
"that There is something.”
He wondered why a non-partisan disciple was looking for Myeongwanggyo, but he didn't say it.
He has a lot of listening ears.
At that time, a group of Murim people roughly opened the door of the inn and entered.
The owner, who was watching the customers at the checkout counter, jumped out in surprise.
“Come on. Tak Daehyeop. However, there are a lot of customers, so you may have to wait a bit to get a seat.”
Tak Sang-wol, the ark of Noyabang, sneered, saying, “Huh!”
“I didn’t come here to eat. We are looking for a non-partisan secular disciple named Yeon Nam-cheon. Have you seen a guy that looks like this lately?”
Along with the words, he unfolded the hwaseonji.
The owner, who had been carefully examining the rice paper, answered cautiously.
“I didn’t see it. There are none among the customers of our inn.”
"okay? If you see a guy like this, you should immediately inform Noyabang. If you ignore it just to make a few bucks, you’ll be able to close the business that day.”
“Yes, yes. I will definitely do that.”
Tak Sang-wol, who was about to leave, saw a seat by the window and stopped.
A man wearing bamboo ribs caught my eye.
“What is that?”
Noh Do-gyeong, the sword of escape from soul, was originally from Juksan-hyeon.
He's called Hwamu eleven Hong .
He returned to Nammok Mountain when the Demonic Cult entered a period of decline and was infested with all sorts of crooks.
He was disappointed in the Demonic Cult, but more than that, it was to refine his temper.
The plank house in the mountains where he lived with his parents had already turned into an abandoned house.
His family is gone, but haunted by vague memories, he repairs an abandoned house and locks himself in.
ten years to do so.
When he finally reached his peak on the third day, he left the plank house without any regrets.
The first thing he heard after coming down the mountain was a famous school.
He defeated Jeongui Meng and Heaven and Earth Meng and became the Absolute of Kang Ho I?
Next is Juksan-hyeon Hyeonryeong.
Hyeongryeong here and there, Hyeonryeong, there were only stories about him.
If the rumors about Yumyeonggyo were all the same, Juksan-hyeon's Hyunryung ran from one pole to another.
He was caught by a shaman, a high official, or a sorcerer... … .
Shamans, dignitaries, and sorcerers?
What an incongruous combination this is!
At that time, Chun Woo-saeng, a fairy tale, appeared in front of me.
He was a well-known storyteller and a well-known person in the Hoguangseong area.
So he tested his knowledge with half a hermit.
The results were just fine.
True to its reputation as the best in Hogwangseong, stories that had never been heard came pouring out.
All that remains is information about Myeongwanggyo.
Since he might notice the cult of the world, he thought of going and listening to him separately.
For that reason, I closed it for a while, but someone asked me about it.
And also ignorantly and openly.
Looking at it, it seems that he is looking for Myeongwanggyo.
I wondered if it was out of simple curiosity, or if there was a purpose.
At first it was just that.
However, no matter how you look at it, this guy who only looks like an ordinary person is suspicious.
Gyeon-Woo Lee of the White Sword Marksland is also terrified of the energy he exudes, but this guy was different.
I don't care if I'm dull or out of my mind.
At this point, it's a matter of pride.
That's why it jumped out leaving the placenta or the placenta of the precious food.
I didn't want to break up like this because I was embarrassed.
He intended to find out a little more about the opponent and either trample on it or kill it.
But as we talked, he got along strangely well.
It's the first time I've met a person who doesn't have any preconceived notions about the Demonic Cult in Gangho.
The thought of stepping on it or killing it soon disappeared.
Maybe it's because I haven't had a conversation partner in the meantime, so my heart has been unlocked.
Even so, that face was difficult to accept.
“You ran away right now, right?”
"haha! to run away I was thinking about it for a while. By the way, is that on the face smallpox?”
“It's just that the swelling came up as a side effect of using the wrong medicine. You will be well soon.”
Only then did Noh Do-gyeong's stride widened.
Noh Do-kyung, standing shoulder to shoulder with him again, asked as if passing by.
“What kind of drug did you take to make it happen?”
“There is something called Nakwol Dokjeong.”
"It's a fall. It has a beautiful name, but it must have been very poisonous. Haha, poisonous mushrooms are notable.”
"It's similar."
Noh Do-kyung glanced at the face of the young man named Yeon-mo.
Until now, I thought he was a normal person, but it seems that he was not.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What about your monk?”
“It’s nonpartisan.”
“… … .”
Noh Do-kyung didn't say anything for a moment.
I knew that there were many non-partisan disciples in the sipeon, but I thought he was a member of the non-partisan faction.
Chilpamun and the Demonic Cult were long-time enemies, and could be said to be the enemies of a thousand and one infidelity.
"Didn't the younger brother hear about the Demonic Cult in the shaman faction?"
“Not at all.”
“The years are scary.”
Noh Do-kyung thought, “It seems that everything has changed over the years.”
If it weren't for that, there's no way the shaman wouldn't teach about the Demonic Cult!
"why?"
“Before, the relationship between the Chilpamun and the main school was not good. It was a long time. Even if we met eyes, he drew his sword.”
“Did you?”
“It was then. I don’t know how it is these days.”
“How ?”
"what?"
“Do you want to cut me?”
“Not at all.”
“That’s it. It doesn't matter whether it was in the past or now. He doesn't want to do it.”
"Right."
Lord Nodo shook his head.
That's right.
He does it if he wants to or he doesn't.
Regardless of before or now.
"But it's the first time I've seen a non-partisan disciple carry such a large backpack."
"Ah, it's because I'm a disciple of the Dragon Palace."
“Does a disciple of Ohryonggung carry such a backpack?”
Nodo-kyung, not knowing the inner circumstances of the shaman faction, tilted his head.
“Ah, Ohryonggung is a place where magic is taught. It has to be this much to carry the amulet material.”
"oh! sorcery.”
An exclamation escaped Noh Do-kyung's mouth.
It seemed like he knew why a young man named Yeon-mo looked like a normal person.
“But why are you looking for Myeongwanggyo? He's still a long way from the end of his three-year contract.”
“I have a personal matter. Who is that?”
“Hey, don’t call me uncle. Didn't I say that earlier? I wonder what made them so strong. Thirty years ago they were chased by Chilpaimun. But isn't it the exact opposite now? I was wondering if there was something that could help the Demonic Cult’s revival.”
“I know a little bit.”
“You know?”
“I bet no one knows more about famous churches than I do, right? I've met the Twelve Horsemen, the Baekdu Horse Army, and even the religious leader."
“Is it really?”
Noh Do-gyeong looked at the young man with absurd eyes.
Isn't it a great bravado to have met a famous religious leader at that age!
“Because it is. You have many doubts.”
“No, I don’t think the famous religious leader is such an easy person to meet.”
“Who said it was easy? I almost died when I went to Mt. Fengji.”
“Pungjisan? So Jo So-je went to the place where the Palmun Palsangjin was installed?”
Palmun Palsangjin also contributed to his giving up spying on famous religions.
Being an outsider to the truth, I couldn't dare.
“Because it is. tell me Don't you?”
“Tell me.”
Noh Do-kyung did not refuse.
He didn't believe much, but he had to make ends meet, so he had no reason to refuse.
“In famous churches, monks are sacrificed to draw out transcendental power.”
“I heard that. Do you think that Taoists and monks use them as sacrifices?”
“If you sacrifice 10 people, you become the Twelve Horsemen, and if you sacrifice 100 people, you become the 100 Horses. They say that if you sacrifice a thousand people, you will become the King of Heaven.”
“There is a saying that human sacrifice is a misunderstanding.”
“If it had been a misunderstanding, the Justice alliance would not have declared it a Moorim achievement.”
"They said that our demons are also Murim's enemies."
“Since he tried to destroy the world, it deserves to be called Moorim’s exploits. That's not a good thing.”
“Hmm, anyway, I don't trust Chilpai's judgment. I wouldn’t know if I saw it myself.”
“You know that. I'm just telling you because you're curious about the power of famous religions. They sacrifice monks and gain transcendental power.”
“You mean just offering sacrifices and gaining strength?”
“Yes, there are no other conditions. Oh, they say you need to know the mantra if you have to. It is said that the mantras of the Twelve Horsemen, Baekdu Horsemen, and Chundu Demon Kings are all different.”
"It's astonishing that you only need to know one mantra."
"That's why all kinds of bastards flocked to the famous school."
“The sacrifice is a bit harsh, but under those conditions it seems pretty good.”
Even among magic arts, there are not a few martial arts that use people as sacrifices.
From the point of view of Noh Do-kyung, a demonic cult, it was a training method that was slightly appealing.
“If you look at the transcendent power, it is. The thing is, that's not the end.”
“Are there any other tricky conditions?”
“It’s not the condition, but the result that hits the target. When the famous religious twelve horsemen die, they turn into monsters. And it eats people as soon as it catches sight.”
“Isn’t that a rumor spread by the Chilpa Gate?”
"and! This man, from earlier on, if you keep talking about the Chilpamun, you're going to get away with it.”
"It's because they're good at slander."
“You can think whatever you want. Anyway, the secret of famous religion is to use supernatural powers as sacrifices. Just know that you will turn into a monster in return.”
“Ambiguous.”
"What's ambiguous?"
“There are many magicians who offer people as sacrifices. However, there is no demon who dies and becomes a monster. It's unclear whether or not that will help the Demonic Cult."
“Isn’t that not in line with your doctrine?”
"Why do you think it's not right?"
“You say you’re creating a new world? Do monsters fit in that new world?”
“Huggin. That's what I think, so again."
Noh Do-kyung shook his head.
I can understand the sacrifice, but a monster that eats humans in Shincheonji. That doesn't sound like much. Of course, I'm still half-confident about monsters.
***
ten words.
Bang Hyun.
around dusk.
Two men entered Banghyeon, located south of Sipeon.
They are Yeon Jeok-ha and Noh Do-kyung.
The two entered the largest-looking inn and found a separate room. The destination was the same, but it happened because we weren't together.
I unpacked my luggage and went down to the dining room.
Nodo-kyung, who was sitting at the table when he came down, waved his hand.
“Come, little brother.”
He sat across from him, hoping that it would be better than eating alone.
Jeomsoy came closer.
“What would you like?”
“Gyuhwagye and chobi. Oh, and a bottle of incense wine as an accompaniment.”
“Yes, yes.”
When Jeom So-yi left, Do-kyung Noh said a word.
“I already ordered. But what is incense? If it's a man, it's bamboo leaves.”
I listened to him with one ear and shed it.
After a while, Soyi Jeom served food and lined it up in front of Dokyung Noh.
Baekyuk (白肉, boiled pork) and early, there was no significant difference from Yeonjeokha.
Not long after, the food under Yeonjeok-ha came out.
Yeonjeokha, who was hungry after walking all day, silently devoted himself to chopsticks.
By dinner time, the restaurant was full of people.
Noh Do-kyung, who was slightly full, raised his head slightly and saw a young man named Yeon-mo.
"why?"
“No, I was just curious.”
"What?"
"that There is something.”
He wondered why a non-partisan disciple was looking for Myeongwanggyo, but he didn't say it.
He has a lot of listening ears.
At that time, a group of Murim people roughly opened the door of the inn and entered.
The owner, who was watching the customers at the checkout counter, jumped out in surprise.
“Come on. Tak Daehyeop. However, there are a lot of customers, so you may have to wait a bit to get a seat.”
Tak Sang-wol, the ark of Noyabang, sneered, saying, “Huh!”
“I didn’t come here to eat. We are looking for a non-partisan secular disciple named Yeon Nam-cheon. Have you seen a guy that looks like this lately?”
Along with the words, he unfolded the hwaseonji.
The owner, who had been carefully examining the rice paper, answered cautiously.
“I didn’t see it. There are none among the customers of our inn.”
"okay? If you see a guy like this, you should immediately inform Noyabang. If you ignore it just to make a few bucks, you’ll be able to close the business that day.”
“Yes, yes. I will definitely do that.”
Tak Sang-wol, who was about to leave, saw a seat by the window and stopped.
A man wearing bamboo ribs caught my eye.
“What is that?”
