Chapter 465 - Beomcheon Yokgye Wang Jaecheon
Myeongwol, who barely fell asleep after drinking until the morning with the wailing, raised Booth's upper body to his feet.
The outbuilding, which had been as quiet as a grave until the guest woke up first, was noisy like a beehive.
“What happened this morning… … .”
It's been quiet since the archery room took over the management of the Jade Shop, but I don't know what the fuss is about.
Gokseong twisted his body in his sleep.
Myeongwol looked at his exposed face with eyes full of love.
Soon after, she woke up completely, got up quietly, looked for clothes, and put them on.
And that's when she's just about to look out.
Quaang!
The door opened violently as if it were about to fall off.
Then, the head of the escort warrior, Do Do-ho, came into the room.
Waking up from a loud noise, the scream shook his head to awaken his hazy mind.
The corners of Dojangho's mouth went up when he discovered the wailing.
He pushed into the room and roughly grabbed Gokseong's hair.
Myeongwol, startled, shouted in a sharp voice.
“Why are you like this! Are you crazy?”
"what? escort too?”
Gokseong recognized Dojangho in desperation and blinked his eyes.
While he was staying in the annex, he learned his face, so why is he suddenly treating Daecheon as an enemy?
“An escort too? Am I your friend?”
Along with the horse, Do Do-ho dragged the naked man outside.
“Kyaaak!”
As Myeongwol screamed at her, her dojangho jerked her head at her.
“Do you want to be dragged along too?”
Myeongwol was taken aback by his shocking words and lowered her eyes.
Until now, she had a good relationship with the archery room and the gyokuro fortune teller, but I don't know why.
Myeongwol, who had been biting her lips, cautiously said a word.
“… … Let Gog Gaga put on some clothes.”
Realizing belatedly that Gokseong was naked, Do Do-ho threw him to the floor.
“Ouch! The escort catches people!”
A scream of pain erupted from Gokseong's mouth.
Myeongwol picked up her scattered clothes and put them in Gokseong's hands.
Gokseong diligently put on his clothes even though he made a sound of pain through his mouth.
After a while, he asked with a face that was unfair to the wailing.
“Do escort, no, do grand coercion. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?”
Instead of answering, Do-ho grabbed his back and went out.
After a while, Do Do-ho knelt down in front of Gucheon-no-do and took a step back.
Gokseong studied the old man's complexion and diligently shook his head.
'I think this old man came to visit me. Who is it?'
All he's done lately is stealing a wagon from a clumsy student and running away.
'Couldn't that student hire someone?'
But that seemed unlikely.
This is because his belly button is bigger than his stomach.
It is much more expensive to hire a Murim person than the price of a horse and carriage, but it can't be.
"Senior, I don't know what happened, but it's a misunderstanding."
He did it from the get-go.
He let out a heart-wrenching laugh.
“Hehe. your name is clear Just by looking at your face, I can tell that you are Gokseong. You look really benevolent.”
"oh my! That's an overdeserved compliment. What business do you have for a small person?”
The praise of old sim made me mistaken for Gokseong.
He's got work to do to himself and he's coming.
“I have a business.you the guy Were you the one who stole the carriage of Confucius Yeon?”
“… … .”
Gokseong’s eyes shook at the word ‘year-old Confucius’.
I thought it would not be him, but it seems that the student hired the Murim people.
“You mean Yeon Confucius?”
He habitually shied away from pretense.
Who would readily confess their sins in front of the tyrannical Murim people?
“It seems that you have already forgotten the person you were supposed to serve until Namjikryeseong. Okay. Even if you don’t want to remember, you will remember.”
“Sir, the little man really doesn’t know who he is.”
Gokseong looked up at the old man with innocent eyes.
He pushed on saying he didn't know, but he planned to run away at the right opportunity.
However, there is no way that such an obvious trick would work for Simtong, the great horsehead of Green Forest.
“Hehe. cute guy Even if you make a mistake, don’t you pretend to be in a bad game?”
Along with the words, then old sim took a picture of Gokseong's bloodline with his finger.
In an instant, the wailing closed his eyes and fell backwards.
cringe aww
Convulsions erupted from Gokseong's body with the sound of bones being twisted.
It was a close-knit bone.
Old sim, who had been watching with indifferent eyes, haemorrhaged as Gokseong's lower leg became wet.
“Cheuk! Kuck!”
Tears and runny noses stomped down on the ground.
“Sah, save me! lily!"
“Do you remember now?”
“Yes, yes, I have committed a mortal sin. I will give you my money back if you will spare me.”
“Do you have any money to return?”
“… … .”
Gokseong didn't answer right away.
In the meantime, I didn't have much money left in the wind that I was spending a lot of money at Giru.
“You haven’t come to your senses yet.”
The finger of old sim stabbed Gokseong's body again.
Gokseong's body twisted back and forth as he rolled his eyes again and fell backwards.
As the sound of breathing in the wailing faded, then old sim was relieved.
Gokseong, who barely came to his senses after a long time, crawled on all fours to Heartache.
“Please, save me. be well.”
“Your life or death will be decided by the elder, not by me.”
“… … If you let me live, I will never forget that grace and repay it for the rest of my life.”
Old sim turned his head to Do Do-ho.
“I will wait for you at Giru. Bring him after you change his clothes.”
“Honorable name!”
Do-ho grabbed Gokseong by the back of his head and dragged him to his room.
After entrusting the wailing to Do-ho, Simtong leisurely walked to the main building of the Gyokuro branch.
He returned with men's clothes that Myeongwol had found.
Gokseong, who was sewing clothes with trembling hands, carefully asked Dojangho.
“Daehyup. Who is that old man?”
“He is Gucheonnodo of Green Forest. If you want to live even a little longer, don’t think nonsense.”
“Gu-Gucheonno-nim? Why is such a person... … .”
“Why? No matter how swollen the liver is. You stole Nokrim Tae Sang-ho's carriage? Be glad to know that you are still alive. If our ark had known, we would have made Yukjeot [醢] with you and offered it to you.”
"omg! Then Confucius Yan... … .”
Gokseong's mouth was wide open.
As an ordinary person, he knew how vicious the practitioners of Green Forest were.
“Yes, it is the senior Confucius of Green Forest. You madman.”
Gokseong silently finished wearing his clothes.
He stole and sold Noklim Taesang Hobeop's wagon, so it was wrong for him to die gracefully.
It is also impossible to escape from the hands of Gucheonnodo.
It is possible to live in hiding from Hocheonmaeng, a political faction, but that is not the case with Nokrim.
This is because Hao-Mun and Sa-Pha, who are holding onto the back alley, are ordered by Green Forest.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Dojangho made it with fish sauce.
The archery room, the lower end of Sapa, did enough to look good in the green forest.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Seonnyeoam Hermitage.
around noon.
Pal Hwangsinmo put ‘Hwannyeon Amyong’ on her floor.
There was nothing interesting enough to take days to complete.
The Eighthwangsinmo grabbed the thin book that was spread under the 'Hwannyeon Anonymous'.
She sent a total of three old books from the upper room today.
The Eighthwangsinmo, who picked up the last volume, let out a laugh without even realizing it.
“Orally Beomcheon Jeonsaengrok?”
It's not 'previous life', it's 'previous life'.
“Are there any scriptures like this?”
I have often seen discussions about past lives, but this is the first time.
If it hadn't come out of Daehan Tower (大雁塔), I would have dismissed it as a novel.
Eighthwangsinmo read the ‘Oral Beomcheon Jeonsaengrok’ with a light heart.
The content was simple.
It is the story of an ascetic named ‘Oral Brahma’ who attained enlightenment and lived throughout the various worlds [天].
Since he attained enlightenment, he lived through 'Gwanggwacheon(廣果天)', 'Byeonjeongcheon(遍淨天)', 'Gwangeumcheon(光音天)', etc., so it deserves to be called a previous life. .
Arm Hwangsinmo, who was reading one by one with a chuckle, tilted his head.
“Wang Jae-cheon?”
What is ‘the sky where the king is’? Doesn't it feel somewhat similar to 'The Sky of Kings'?
"It's strange, a world ruled by seventy-two kings."
Occasionally, there was a description of the conflict between the kings.
Except for the heavenly world, it seemed to be no different from the human world.
“Tsk tsk! Did you not get rid of your desires even after becoming the king of the heavenly realm by attaining the Dao?”
Although I was dubious about the absurd content, I understood it on the other hand.
Because his teacher also faced a miserable end without being able to get out of his skirt.
‘Wangjaecheon’ ended with a brief description of the seventy-two kings.
In one of them, Hwangsinmo Pal could not take her eyes off him.
“Is the wolf rider riding a black horse with a spear in one hand?”
As I continued to read it, it was written, “I was wearing a helmet, but the horrors of hell came pouring out of my eyes.”
Eighthwangsinmo read up to that point and quietly pushed the door of the shrine.
rattle.
The black knight standing in the yard turned his head.
The Eighthwangsinmo said involuntarily.
“Irriguasa?”
“… … .”
The Black Knight didn't answer, but the Eighthwang Goddess could tell.
That he is the 'Wang Jae-Cheon''s 'Wang Jae-Cheon' whom a monk named 'Oral Beom-Cheon' met.
“Who is it?”
At her call, one of the Eight Emperors, the Luk Tong Jonja (六通尊者), appeared.
"yes."
“I have to meet the ark of the upper room today, so bring him.”
"yes."
The Six Tongs vanished like smoke.
Hwangsinmo Pal, who was about to close her door, suddenly turned to the black knight.
“Are you one of the seventy-two kings? No, at least tell me whether ‘Wangjaecheon’ is ‘King’s Sky’ or not.”
However, the black knight only looked at it with eyes like the horror of hell, but did not respond.
Pal Hwangsinmo, who was watching the black knight with her bitter eyes, swung her hand and the door closed.
***
Namjiryeseong Hapbi.
Namgung Se.
Cheonram small axis.
Four o'clock (10 am).
Namgung-yeon, the empress who was in the mood for reading, took her eyes off her old book.
There were five books in the box that Baekseonhwa left behind at Baekhwa Sangbang.
I just read the third of them.
Now there are two volumes left.
Fortunately, the field judge is still I didn't see anything that could be considered related to it.
‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon?’
Namgoong-yeon, who was reading the title, slightly frowned as if he had drawn it.
I know 'Brahma' and I know 'The World of Desire', but 'Wang Jae-cheon' is the first time I've heard of it.
It's when she turns the pages of her bookshelf.
“Sister Yeon.”
The voice of Yeonjeokha came from the yard.
Namgung-yeon closed the bookshelf and stood up.
It's hard for her to read the two books right away anyway, so she intends to take a break for now.
When she opened the door and went out, Yeonjeokha smiled and said,
“Did I not disturb you?”
"huh. I was just about to take a break.”
“What about books? Didn't it come from the Great Charity Temple?"
“I’ve read three of the five books, but I don’t see anything special yet.”
“It’s not just that Xi’an has great charity, and it definitely won’t.”
“Whoops. I hope not me.”
The two of them walked slowly to Gasan , which is connected to Biigasan, while chatting.
Chapter 465 - Beomcheon Yokgye Wang Jaecheon
Myeongwol, who barely fell asleep after drinking until the morning with the wailing, raised Booth's upper body to his feet.
The outbuilding, which had been as quiet as a grave until the guest woke up first, was noisy like a beehive.
“What happened this morning… … .”
It's been quiet since the archery room took over the management of the Jade Shop, but I don't know what the fuss is about.
Gokseong twisted his body in his sleep.
Myeongwol looked at his exposed face with eyes full of love.
Soon after, she woke up completely, got up quietly, looked for clothes, and put them on.
And that's when she's just about to look out.
Quaang!
The door opened violently as if it were about to fall off.
Then, the head of the escort warrior, Do Do-ho, came into the room.
Waking up from a loud noise, the scream shook his head to awaken his hazy mind.
The corners of Dojangho's mouth went up when he discovered the wailing.
He pushed into the room and roughly grabbed Gokseong's hair.
Myeongwol, startled, shouted in a sharp voice.
“Why are you like this! Are you crazy?”
"what? escort too?”
Gokseong recognized Dojangho in desperation and blinked his eyes.
While he was staying in the annex, he learned his face, so why is he suddenly treating Daecheon as an enemy?
“An escort too? Am I your friend?”
Along with the horse, Do Do-ho dragged the naked man outside.
“Kyaaak!”
As Myeongwol screamed at her, her dojangho jerked her head at her.
“Do you want to be dragged along too?”
Myeongwol was taken aback by his shocking words and lowered her eyes.
Until now, she had a good relationship with the archery room and the gyokuro fortune teller, but I don't know why.
Myeongwol, who had been biting her lips, cautiously said a word.
“… … Let Gog Gaga put on some clothes.”
Realizing belatedly that Gokseong was naked, Do Do-ho threw him to the floor.
“Ouch! The escort catches people!”
A scream of pain erupted from Gokseong's mouth.
Myeongwol picked up her scattered clothes and put them in Gokseong's hands.
Gokseong diligently put on his clothes even though he made a sound of pain through his mouth.
After a while, he asked with a face that was unfair to the wailing.
“Do escort, no, do grand coercion. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?”
Instead of answering, Do-ho grabbed his back and went out.
After a while, Do Do-ho knelt down in front of Gucheon-no-do and took a step back.
Gokseong studied the old man's complexion and diligently shook his head.
'I think this old man came to visit me. Who is it?'
All he's done lately is stealing a wagon from a clumsy student and running away.
'Couldn't that student hire someone?'
But that seemed unlikely.
This is because his belly button is bigger than his stomach.
It is much more expensive to hire a Murim person than the price of a horse and carriage, but it can't be.
"Senior, I don't know what happened, but it's a misunderstanding."
He did it from the get-go.
He let out a heart-wrenching laugh.
“Hehe. your name is clear Just by looking at your face, I can tell that you are Gokseong. You look really benevolent.”
"oh my! That's an overdeserved compliment. What business do you have for a small person?”
The praise of old sim made me mistaken for Gokseong.
He's got work to do to himself and he's coming.
“I have a business.you the guy Were you the one who stole the carriage of Confucius Yeon?”
“… … .”
Gokseong’s eyes shook at the word ‘year-old Confucius’.
I thought it would not be him, but it seems that the student hired the Murim people.
“You mean Yeon Confucius?”
He habitually shied away from pretense.
Who would readily confess their sins in front of the tyrannical Murim people?
“It seems that you have already forgotten the person you were supposed to serve until Namjikryeseong. Okay. Even if you don’t want to remember, you will remember.”
“Sir, the little man really doesn’t know who he is.”
Gokseong looked up at the old man with innocent eyes.
He pushed on saying he didn't know, but he planned to run away at the right opportunity.
However, there is no way that such an obvious trick would work for Simtong, the great horsehead of Green Forest.
“Hehe. cute guy Even if you make a mistake, don’t you pretend to be in a bad game?”
Along with the words, then old sim took a picture of Gokseong's bloodline with his finger.
In an instant, the wailing closed his eyes and fell backwards.
cringe aww
Convulsions erupted from Gokseong's body with the sound of bones being twisted.
It was a close-knit bone.
Old sim, who had been watching with indifferent eyes, haemorrhaged as Gokseong's lower leg became wet.
“Cheuk! Kuck!”
Tears and runny noses stomped down on the ground.
“Sah, save me! lily!"
“Do you remember now?”
“Yes, yes, I have committed a mortal sin. I will give you my money back if you will spare me.”
“Do you have any money to return?”
“… … .”
Gokseong didn't answer right away.
In the meantime, I didn't have much money left in the wind that I was spending a lot of money at Giru.
“You haven’t come to your senses yet.”
The finger of old sim stabbed Gokseong's body again.
Gokseong's body twisted back and forth as he rolled his eyes again and fell backwards.
As the sound of breathing in the wailing faded, then old sim was relieved.
Gokseong, who barely came to his senses after a long time, crawled on all fours to Heartache.
“Please, save me. be well.”
“Your life or death will be decided by the elder, not by me.”
“… … If you let me live, I will never forget that grace and repay it for the rest of my life.”
Old sim turned his head to Do Do-ho.
“I will wait for you at Giru. Bring him after you change his clothes.”
“Honorable name!”
Do-ho grabbed Gokseong by the back of his head and dragged him to his room.
After entrusting the wailing to Do-ho, Simtong leisurely walked to the main building of the Gyokuro branch.
He returned with men's clothes that Myeongwol had found.
Gokseong, who was sewing clothes with trembling hands, carefully asked Dojangho.
“Daehyup. Who is that old man?”
“He is Gucheonnodo of Green Forest. If you want to live even a little longer, don’t think nonsense.”
“Gu-Gucheonno-nim? Why is such a person... … .”
“Why? No matter how swollen the liver is. You stole Nokrim Tae Sang-ho's carriage? Be glad to know that you are still alive. If our ark had known, we would have made Yukjeot [醢] with you and offered it to you.”
"omg! Then Confucius Yan... … .”
Gokseong's mouth was wide open.
As an ordinary person, he knew how vicious the practitioners of Green Forest were.
“Yes, it is the senior Confucius of Green Forest. You madman.”
Gokseong silently finished wearing his clothes.
He stole and sold Noklim Taesang Hobeop's wagon, so it was wrong for him to die gracefully.
It is also impossible to escape from the hands of Gucheonnodo.
It is possible to live in hiding from Hocheonmaeng, a political faction, but that is not the case with Nokrim.
This is because Hao-Mun and Sa-Pha, who are holding onto the back alley, are ordered by Green Forest.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Dojangho made it with fish sauce.
The archery room, the lower end of Sapa, did enough to look good in the green forest.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Seonnyeoam Hermitage.
around noon.
Pal Hwangsinmo put ‘Hwannyeon Amyong’ on her floor.
There was nothing interesting enough to take days to complete.
The Eighthwangsinmo grabbed the thin book that was spread under the 'Hwannyeon Anonymous'.
She sent a total of three old books from the upper room today.
The Eighthwangsinmo, who picked up the last volume, let out a laugh without even realizing it.
“Orally Beomcheon Jeonsaengrok?”
It's not 'previous life', it's 'previous life'.
“Are there any scriptures like this?”
I have often seen discussions about past lives, but this is the first time.
If it hadn't come out of Daehan Tower (大雁塔), I would have dismissed it as a novel.
Eighthwangsinmo read the ‘Oral Beomcheon Jeonsaengrok’ with a light heart.
The content was simple.
It is the story of an ascetic named ‘Oral Brahma’ who attained enlightenment and lived throughout the various worlds [天].
Since he attained enlightenment, he lived through 'Gwanggwacheon(廣果天)', 'Byeonjeongcheon(遍淨天)', 'Gwangeumcheon(光音天)', etc., so it deserves to be called a previous life. .
Arm Hwangsinmo, who was reading one by one with a chuckle, tilted his head.
“Wang Jae-cheon?”
What is ‘the sky where the king is’? Doesn't it feel somewhat similar to 'The Sky of Kings'?
"It's strange, a world ruled by seventy-two kings."
Occasionally, there was a description of the conflict between the kings.
Except for the heavenly world, it seemed to be no different from the human world.
“Tsk tsk! Did you not get rid of your desires even after becoming the king of the heavenly realm by attaining the Dao?”
Although I was dubious about the absurd content, I understood it on the other hand.
Because his teacher also faced a miserable end without being able to get out of his skirt.
‘Wangjaecheon’ ended with a brief description of the seventy-two kings.
In one of them, Hwangsinmo Pal could not take her eyes off him.
“Is the wolf rider riding a black horse with a spear in one hand?”
As I continued to read it, it was written, “I was wearing a helmet, but the horrors of hell came pouring out of my eyes.”
Eighthwangsinmo read up to that point and quietly pushed the door of the shrine.
rattle.
The black knight standing in the yard turned his head.
The Eighthwangsinmo said involuntarily.
“Irriguasa?”
“… … .”
The Black Knight didn't answer, but the Eighthwang Goddess could tell.
That he is the 'Wang Jae-Cheon''s 'Wang Jae-Cheon' whom a monk named 'Oral Beom-Cheon' met.
“Who is it?”
At her call, one of the Eight Emperors, the Luk Tong Jonja (六通尊者), appeared.
"yes."
“I have to meet the ark of the upper room today, so bring him.”
"yes."
The Six Tongs vanished like smoke.
Hwangsinmo Pal, who was about to close her door, suddenly turned to the black knight.
“Are you one of the seventy-two kings? No, at least tell me whether ‘Wangjaecheon’ is ‘King’s Sky’ or not.”
However, the black knight only looked at it with eyes like the horror of hell, but did not respond.
Pal Hwangsinmo, who was watching the black knight with her bitter eyes, swung her hand and the door closed.
***
Namjiryeseong Hapbi.
Namgung Se.
Cheonram small axis.
Four o'clock (10 am).
Namgung-yeon, the empress who was in the mood for reading, took her eyes off her old book.
There were five books in the box that Baekseonhwa left behind at Baekhwa Sangbang.
I just read the third of them.
Now there are two volumes left.
Fortunately, the field judge is still I didn't see anything that could be considered related to it.
‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon?’
Namgoong-yeon, who was reading the title, slightly frowned as if he had drawn it.
I know 'Brahma' and I know 'The World of Desire', but 'Wang Jae-cheon' is the first time I've heard of it.
It's when she turns the pages of her bookshelf.
“Sister Yeon.”
The voice of Yeonjeokha came from the yard.
Namgung-yeon closed the bookshelf and stood up.
It's hard for her to read the two books right away anyway, so she intends to take a break for now.
When she opened the door and went out, Yeonjeokha smiled and said,
“Did I not disturb you?”
"huh. I was just about to take a break.”
“What about books? Didn't it come from the Great Charity Temple?"
“I’ve read three of the five books, but I don’t see anything special yet.”
“It’s not just that Xi’an has great charity, and it definitely won’t.”
“Whoops. I hope not me.”
The two of them walked slowly to Gasan , which is connected to Biigasan, while chatting.
