Chapter 466 - The Palhuang will take care of it.
Ha Nam.
Jeongju.
Joong Moo-hyun Garo-ha.
at sunset.
An elderly man and a middle-aged man are walking along a riverside path with beautiful scenery.
Gucheonno and wailing.
It opens right after crossing Garoha.
Contrary to the refreshing old sim, Gokseong looked weak like a cow being led to a slaughterhouse.
He said, pointing to an abandoned house that was falling apart.
“Today I will rest there. I heard that you are from Suksoo, is that correct?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Exercise your skills. If you want to live long, you better not do nonsense.”
“Oops! It's bullshit. It will never happen.”
Soon after, the two entered the abandoned house.
Simtong sat in a suitable place and watched the wailing.
Gokseong made the best use of the ingredients he had, just as he did for Yeon Jeok-ha.
After a while.
Old sim looked at the dish in front of him with meaningful eyes.
He was so neat that you couldn't believe it was made hastily in an abandoned house.
“Choban (炒飯, fried rice) and Gyuhwagye (叫花鷄, chicken dishes).”
"hmm! It looks good, but how does it taste?”
“You will only eat it.”
Gokseong's eyes trembled after being hit by old sim.
He was afraid that he would torture himself for not having the taste.
Old sim ate a little in the beginning.
The sweet and salty taste and the soft feel of each grain of rice that touches the tip of the tongue are excellent.
Not to mention the silicification system.
Originally, grilled chicken is delicious even if you eat it with only salt.
However, the savory taste was added to it, so I was not envious of a high-end restaurant.
“It’s quite right.”
Compared to what I admired in my heart, the evaluation of Simtong was shallow.
Still, a bright smile appeared on the face of Gokseong, who was freed from the fear of a broken bone.
That night.
Old sim pretended to be asleep early in order to wail.
However, Gokseong, who gave up his life after Bungeunchagol, did not run away.
He couldn't escape the eyes of the greenery even if he ran away, so he decided to just adapt to reality.
“Growl. growl-.”
It was past midnight and the old sim slowly opened my eyes.
Gokseong was sleeping with his nose snoring.
'He really fell asleep.'
He thought he would run away while he was asleep, but it was unexpected.
The old sim that arose slowly took the blood transfusion of Gokseong and returned to his seat to lie down.
It was only then that he wrote down his hand, saying that he was invincible.
Soon, the snoring of old sim reverberated through the lungs.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Seonnyeoam Hermitage.
Early moning.
Two men appeared in front of the shrine.
One of the Eight Emperors, Luk Tong Jonja , and Baekdam Mansugwi, the ark of Xi'an Jinil Sangbang.
When Mansu-gwi entered the front yard and saw the black knight, he was startled.
“The black knight will not move unless he has the heart to harm the headmaster. So never mind.”
“Yes, yes.”
Mansu-gwi glanced at the black knight with curious eyes.
The black horse and the black knight exuded a strange presence as if they were not of this world.
After a while, the Venerable Six Tong bowed his head in front of the shrine.
“Master. Today, I brought the ark of Sangbang.”
Then, as if he had waited, the door to the shrine, which had been firmly closed, opened slowly.
After seeing the venerable Yuktong and Mansugwi, the Eighthwangsinmo calmly said,
“She did a good job,” she said. Ten thousand arks, I had a hard time coming a long way. Thanks for the gift you sent me last time. I invited her over for tea. Come inside.”
“Yes, yes.”
Mansu-gwi groaned with her joy-dejected face.
She sent an old book with the mindset that she had to earn her money, but she didn't know what kind of windfall it was.
The Eighthwang Goddess put down the teacup in front of Mansugui.
As hot steam rose, the shrine was immediately filled with the scent of tea.
“This is the Dragonjing tea sent by the disciples of Hangzhou. I don't know if it will suit your taste."
Mansugui hurriedly moistened her lips and praised her.
"you're right. very good."
"thank god. She sent several packages, so take one with you when you go.”
“Yes, yes. thank you."
Mansu's mouth caught on her ear.
Does she get a gift from a famous religious leader? She didn't feel it.
'If the Xi'an merchants and minor breakwaters find out about this, they will yield unconditionally, right?'
As he was lost in his happy imagination, the voice of the Eighthwangsinmo came to his ears.
“I called because I have something to ask about the old books.”
“Ah, yes. please tell me I will tell you everything I know.”
“I heard that it was an old book bought from Bulmok-Hani, a great teacher. Is that right?"
"Yes that's right. These are things that I paid a fair price for and bought.”
Mansu-gwi emphasized the 'just price' because he was afraid that he might have deceived the disobedient.
She bought it cheaply, but she didn't buy it very cheaply.
“Whoops. Don't get me wrong. He doesn't care how much he bought it for.”
“Yes, yes.”
“I heard that there are quite a few old books. To the extent that it is sent separately to ‘The King’.”
"yes. I bought two boxes from him.”
“How many books are there in two boxes?”
“There were about thirty books in one box. I don’t remember exactly, but there are over 50 books.”
“Fifty volumes. Did you give me three of them?”
“Yes, there are quite a few well-known Buddhist scriptures. I selected and sent them mainly to the ones I saw for the first time.”
“If so, how many books are left in the upper room?”
“There is one box left.”
"rest of it?"
“I sent about ten books in all to the king on two occasions.”
“I guess those are the selected ones too?”
"Yes that's right. All the famous Buddhist scriptures have been omitted.”
“Have you removed the Buddhist scriptures?”
"That's right. Just as we gave to the headmaster, we have selected and sent old books that do not appear to have anything to do with Buddhist scriptures.”
“Did you send it directly from Sangbang today?”
"no. Our upper room doesn't have the energy to send it up to Namjikryeseong. We only transported it to Henan, and left it to the merchants who traded in Henan.”
“Where is the upper direction of the Henan trade?”
“There is a Sangbang that goes to and from Namjigryeseong called Baekhwa Sangbang. But what are you doing?”
“So I bought it from Bulmokhani, gave some to myself as gifts, and sent some to Namjilgyeseong through Baekhwa Sangbang. Is that right?"
"yes. You are correct.”
“I’m curious about who Unmokhani is.”
"yes?"
Mansu-gwi did not understand why the Eighthwangsinmo was saying such a thing and asked again.
“He said he wanted to know who Bulmokhani was and where he lived.”
“Ah, yes, his name is ‘Mosam,’ and I heard he got a house on ‘Light Electric Road.’”
“Isoelectric furnace?”
“It is a market hall in Xi'an. It is a street infested with peddlers. Shall we say that it is the perfect place to settle down avoiding the eyes of the great chaeeunsa? I thought so.”
"okay. ten thousand arks.”
"yes."
“I like the gift of ten thousand arks.”
“Oops! I'm glad you like it. This is my loyalty to the headmaster.”
“So, I need to have the other old books as well.”
“Ah, yes. If so, I will give you the rest of the box right away.”
“Please bring back the things you sent to the king.”
"yes?"
Mansu-gwi looked at the Eighthwangsinmo with absurd eyes.
Will she bring back the old book sent to the king? It was an impossible order.
“Master, our Geumil Sangbang is one of the mediocre Sangbangs in Xi'an. Even if you want to retrieve the old book... … . Will the king obediently give it to you?”
“Don't worry about that. The Eight Emperors will help you with your work.”
“Help me?”
“You just find out who got the old books. The Eight Emperors will take care of the rest.”
"ah! All right. If that's the case, we can do it.”
“If this is done well, the upper house of today will hear the voices of the 10 grandest people in the world.”
"omg! thank you I will give my life to find out who took it.”
At his fuss, the Eighthwangsinmo laughed.
If it was strong enough to survive the Eight Emperors' hands, would it be a problem for the ten thousand grand masters?
***
Shanxi.
West Coast.
isoelectric.
Hash seconds (9:00 p.m.).
After dinner, Mosam's family gathered together as usual and flirted.
Sam Mo watched with delighted eyes as his wife and children laughed and chatted.
He made more money than he had ever earned in his entire life on just two boxes of books.
It bothers me a little that I have to live away from the eyes of the monks of Daejaeunsa Temple, but considering my wife and children, that level of difficulty is nothing.
rattle.
When the door suddenly opened in the middle of the night, Mosam's family kept their mouth shut.
A middle-aged man in a silk long robe, a member of the Eight Emperors, Hwajo Seonin burst into the room.
Mosam widened his eyes and shouted at the intrusion of the uninvited guest.
“Who!”
“I don’t know who I am. Are you a parent?”
"exactly. I'm a parent. Did you come to see me?”
Mosam glanced at the middle-aged man with anxious eyes.
My heart skipped a beat at the thought that he might have been sent from the godson.
The Hwa-Chosun man was straight and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the bodies of Mosam's wife, son, and daughter stiffened.
Realizing belatedly that the opponent was a terrifying Murim, Mosam said in a trembling voice.
“Whoa, what do you want? If it's money, it's not much, but I'll give you all.”
“I don't need money. I am looking for a book from the Alternative Tower.”
"If it's a book, I sold all of them today."
“There is a characteristic of rats who don’t know what dori is. Do you know what it is?”
“Mo, I don’t know.”
“That is to keep the crumbs together. like a rat With the intention of bargaining again when the money runs out.”
“Oh, no. There really isn't. All of them were handed over to the upper house. Trust me. Great deal!”
However, the Hwajoseonin ignored Mosam's words.
To him, everyone was nothing more than a petty thief who stole and sold the things of Daejaeunsa.
Hwajo Seonin overturned household items in the room one by one.
When it comes to household items, two closets are all there is, so the search was over in no time.
Unable to run away because of his wife and child, Mo-sam kept his seat trembling.
When the old books were not found even after turning the room over, the Hwajoseonin approached Mosam.
“If you don’t want to see your wife and children die, tell me. Where are the books?”
Mosam begged with a face that looked like he was about to cry.
“Daegyeop, really not. trust me ten show. I sold them all today.”
“From now on, I will kill each member of your family. Let me know if you change your mind.”
The Hwajoseonin grabbed the middle-aged woman's head and threw it away.
fast.
The woman whose neck was turned died instantly.
"evil! honey!"
A scream came out of Mosam's mouth.
The Hwajoseonin moved in front of the little girl without blinking an eye.
“You son of a bitch! Didn't i say you sold them all!"
Mosam shouted and rushed at the Hwajoseonin.
However, when the Hwajoseonin waved his hand, Mosam's body flew to the wall like fallen leaves.
Quaang.
Mosam's eyes widened as he shook his head to get out of the shock.
The middle-aged man's hand was clutching her little daughter's delicate neck.
"no. no… … .”
However, despite the earnest wishes, the middle-aged man did not stop.
Dark red blood gushed from her daughter's mouth as the middle-aged man clenched her fist.
“Uuuuuuuuuu!”
Mosam howled like a beast and ran back to the middle-aged man.
The hwajoseonin lightly grabbed the stem of his neck as he rushed at him recklessly.
“Tell me. Where is the hidden book? If you don't tell me, this guy will die too."
The Hwa Korean put the face of his little boy right in front of his mother's nose.
Seeing the terror in his son's eyes, the three of them begged.
"no. doesn't exist. please please… … .”
The Hwa-Chosun man, who had been staring at Mosam's face, nodded as if he understood.
"okay. there was no I will believe you now.”
With his words, he crushed Mosam's face with the child's head.
It was the beginning of a blood feud later called the 'blood of the Eight Emperors'.
Chapter 466 - The Palhuang will take care of it.
Ha Nam.
Jeongju.
Joong Moo-hyun Garo-ha.
at sunset.
An elderly man and a middle-aged man are walking along a riverside path with beautiful scenery.
Gucheonno and wailing.
It opens right after crossing Garoha.
Contrary to the refreshing old sim, Gokseong looked weak like a cow being led to a slaughterhouse.
He said, pointing to an abandoned house that was falling apart.
“Today I will rest there. I heard that you are from Suksoo, is that correct?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Exercise your skills. If you want to live long, you better not do nonsense.”
“Oops! It's bullshit. It will never happen.”
Soon after, the two entered the abandoned house.
Simtong sat in a suitable place and watched the wailing.
Gokseong made the best use of the ingredients he had, just as he did for Yeon Jeok-ha.
After a while.
Old sim looked at the dish in front of him with meaningful eyes.
He was so neat that you couldn't believe it was made hastily in an abandoned house.
“Choban (炒飯, fried rice) and Gyuhwagye (叫花鷄, chicken dishes).”
"hmm! It looks good, but how does it taste?”
“You will only eat it.”
Gokseong's eyes trembled after being hit by old sim.
He was afraid that he would torture himself for not having the taste.
Old sim ate a little in the beginning.
The sweet and salty taste and the soft feel of each grain of rice that touches the tip of the tongue are excellent.
Not to mention the silicification system.
Originally, grilled chicken is delicious even if you eat it with only salt.
However, the savory taste was added to it, so I was not envious of a high-end restaurant.
“It’s quite right.”
Compared to what I admired in my heart, the evaluation of Simtong was shallow.
Still, a bright smile appeared on the face of Gokseong, who was freed from the fear of a broken bone.
That night.
Old sim pretended to be asleep early in order to wail.
However, Gokseong, who gave up his life after Bungeunchagol, did not run away.
He couldn't escape the eyes of the greenery even if he ran away, so he decided to just adapt to reality.
“Growl. growl-.”
It was past midnight and the old sim slowly opened my eyes.
Gokseong was sleeping with his nose snoring.
'He really fell asleep.'
He thought he would run away while he was asleep, but it was unexpected.
The old sim that arose slowly took the blood transfusion of Gokseong and returned to his seat to lie down.
It was only then that he wrote down his hand, saying that he was invincible.
Soon, the snoring of old sim reverberated through the lungs.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Seonnyeoam Hermitage.
Early moning.
Two men appeared in front of the shrine.
One of the Eight Emperors, Luk Tong Jonja , and Baekdam Mansugwi, the ark of Xi'an Jinil Sangbang.
When Mansu-gwi entered the front yard and saw the black knight, he was startled.
“The black knight will not move unless he has the heart to harm the headmaster. So never mind.”
“Yes, yes.”
Mansu-gwi glanced at the black knight with curious eyes.
The black horse and the black knight exuded a strange presence as if they were not of this world.
After a while, the Venerable Six Tong bowed his head in front of the shrine.
“Master. Today, I brought the ark of Sangbang.”
Then, as if he had waited, the door to the shrine, which had been firmly closed, opened slowly.
After seeing the venerable Yuktong and Mansugwi, the Eighthwangsinmo calmly said,
“She did a good job,” she said. Ten thousand arks, I had a hard time coming a long way. Thanks for the gift you sent me last time. I invited her over for tea. Come inside.”
“Yes, yes.”
Mansu-gwi groaned with her joy-dejected face.
She sent an old book with the mindset that she had to earn her money, but she didn't know what kind of windfall it was.
The Eighthwang Goddess put down the teacup in front of Mansugui.
As hot steam rose, the shrine was immediately filled with the scent of tea.
“This is the Dragonjing tea sent by the disciples of Hangzhou. I don't know if it will suit your taste."
Mansugui hurriedly moistened her lips and praised her.
"you're right. very good."
"thank god. She sent several packages, so take one with you when you go.”
“Yes, yes. thank you."
Mansu's mouth caught on her ear.
Does she get a gift from a famous religious leader? She didn't feel it.
'If the Xi'an merchants and minor breakwaters find out about this, they will yield unconditionally, right?'
As he was lost in his happy imagination, the voice of the Eighthwangsinmo came to his ears.
“I called because I have something to ask about the old books.”
“Ah, yes. please tell me I will tell you everything I know.”
“I heard that it was an old book bought from Bulmok-Hani, a great teacher. Is that right?"
"Yes that's right. These are things that I paid a fair price for and bought.”
Mansu-gwi emphasized the 'just price' because he was afraid that he might have deceived the disobedient.
She bought it cheaply, but she didn't buy it very cheaply.
“Whoops. Don't get me wrong. He doesn't care how much he bought it for.”
“Yes, yes.”
“I heard that there are quite a few old books. To the extent that it is sent separately to ‘The King’.”
"yes. I bought two boxes from him.”
“How many books are there in two boxes?”
“There were about thirty books in one box. I don’t remember exactly, but there are over 50 books.”
“Fifty volumes. Did you give me three of them?”
“Yes, there are quite a few well-known Buddhist scriptures. I selected and sent them mainly to the ones I saw for the first time.”
“If so, how many books are left in the upper room?”
“There is one box left.”
"rest of it?"
“I sent about ten books in all to the king on two occasions.”
“I guess those are the selected ones too?”
"Yes that's right. All the famous Buddhist scriptures have been omitted.”
“Have you removed the Buddhist scriptures?”
"That's right. Just as we gave to the headmaster, we have selected and sent old books that do not appear to have anything to do with Buddhist scriptures.”
“Did you send it directly from Sangbang today?”
"no. Our upper room doesn't have the energy to send it up to Namjikryeseong. We only transported it to Henan, and left it to the merchants who traded in Henan.”
“Where is the upper direction of the Henan trade?”
“There is a Sangbang that goes to and from Namjigryeseong called Baekhwa Sangbang. But what are you doing?”
“So I bought it from Bulmokhani, gave some to myself as gifts, and sent some to Namjilgyeseong through Baekhwa Sangbang. Is that right?"
"yes. You are correct.”
“I’m curious about who Unmokhani is.”
"yes?"
Mansu-gwi did not understand why the Eighthwangsinmo was saying such a thing and asked again.
“He said he wanted to know who Bulmokhani was and where he lived.”
“Ah, yes, his name is ‘Mosam,’ and I heard he got a house on ‘Light Electric Road.’”
“Isoelectric furnace?”
“It is a market hall in Xi'an. It is a street infested with peddlers. Shall we say that it is the perfect place to settle down avoiding the eyes of the great chaeeunsa? I thought so.”
"okay. ten thousand arks.”
"yes."
“I like the gift of ten thousand arks.”
“Oops! I'm glad you like it. This is my loyalty to the headmaster.”
“So, I need to have the other old books as well.”
“Ah, yes. If so, I will give you the rest of the box right away.”
“Please bring back the things you sent to the king.”
"yes?"
Mansu-gwi looked at the Eighthwangsinmo with absurd eyes.
Will she bring back the old book sent to the king? It was an impossible order.
“Master, our Geumil Sangbang is one of the mediocre Sangbangs in Xi'an. Even if you want to retrieve the old book... … . Will the king obediently give it to you?”
“Don't worry about that. The Eight Emperors will help you with your work.”
“Help me?”
“You just find out who got the old books. The Eight Emperors will take care of the rest.”
"ah! All right. If that's the case, we can do it.”
“If this is done well, the upper house of today will hear the voices of the 10 grandest people in the world.”
"omg! thank you I will give my life to find out who took it.”
At his fuss, the Eighthwangsinmo laughed.
If it was strong enough to survive the Eight Emperors' hands, would it be a problem for the ten thousand grand masters?
***
Shanxi.
West Coast.
isoelectric.
Hash seconds (9:00 p.m.).
After dinner, Mosam's family gathered together as usual and flirted.
Sam Mo watched with delighted eyes as his wife and children laughed and chatted.
He made more money than he had ever earned in his entire life on just two boxes of books.
It bothers me a little that I have to live away from the eyes of the monks of Daejaeunsa Temple, but considering my wife and children, that level of difficulty is nothing.
rattle.
When the door suddenly opened in the middle of the night, Mosam's family kept their mouth shut.
A middle-aged man in a silk long robe, a member of the Eight Emperors, Hwajo Seonin burst into the room.
Mosam widened his eyes and shouted at the intrusion of the uninvited guest.
“Who!”
“I don’t know who I am. Are you a parent?”
"exactly. I'm a parent. Did you come to see me?”
Mosam glanced at the middle-aged man with anxious eyes.
My heart skipped a beat at the thought that he might have been sent from the godson.
The Hwa-Chosun man was straight and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the bodies of Mosam's wife, son, and daughter stiffened.
Realizing belatedly that the opponent was a terrifying Murim, Mosam said in a trembling voice.
“Whoa, what do you want? If it's money, it's not much, but I'll give you all.”
“I don't need money. I am looking for a book from the Alternative Tower.”
"If it's a book, I sold all of them today."
“There is a characteristic of rats who don’t know what dori is. Do you know what it is?”
“Mo, I don’t know.”
“That is to keep the crumbs together. like a rat With the intention of bargaining again when the money runs out.”
“Oh, no. There really isn't. All of them were handed over to the upper house. Trust me. Great deal!”
However, the Hwajoseonin ignored Mosam's words.
To him, everyone was nothing more than a petty thief who stole and sold the things of Daejaeunsa.
Hwajo Seonin overturned household items in the room one by one.
When it comes to household items, two closets are all there is, so the search was over in no time.
Unable to run away because of his wife and child, Mo-sam kept his seat trembling.
When the old books were not found even after turning the room over, the Hwajoseonin approached Mosam.
“If you don’t want to see your wife and children die, tell me. Where are the books?”
Mosam begged with a face that looked like he was about to cry.
“Daegyeop, really not. trust me ten show. I sold them all today.”
“From now on, I will kill each member of your family. Let me know if you change your mind.”
The Hwajoseonin grabbed the middle-aged woman's head and threw it away.
fast.
The woman whose neck was turned died instantly.
"evil! honey!"
A scream came out of Mosam's mouth.
The Hwajoseonin moved in front of the little girl without blinking an eye.
“You son of a bitch! Didn't i say you sold them all!"
Mosam shouted and rushed at the Hwajoseonin.
However, when the Hwajoseonin waved his hand, Mosam's body flew to the wall like fallen leaves.
Quaang.
Mosam's eyes widened as he shook his head to get out of the shock.
The middle-aged man's hand was clutching her little daughter's delicate neck.
"no. no… … .”
However, despite the earnest wishes, the middle-aged man did not stop.
Dark red blood gushed from her daughter's mouth as the middle-aged man clenched her fist.
“Uuuuuuuuuu!”
Mosam howled like a beast and ran back to the middle-aged man.
The hwajoseonin lightly grabbed the stem of his neck as he rushed at him recklessly.
“Tell me. Where is the hidden book? If you don't tell me, this guy will die too."
The Hwa Korean put the face of his little boy right in front of his mother's nose.
Seeing the terror in his son's eyes, the three of them begged.
"no. doesn't exist. please please… … .”
The Hwa-Chosun man, who had been staring at Mosam's face, nodded as if he understood.
"okay. there was no I will believe you now.”
With his words, he crushed Mosam's face with the child's head.
It was the beginning of a blood feud later called the 'blood of the Eight Emperors'.
