Chapter 504 - An incomplete being
The Eighthwangsinmo asked with a shocked face.
“You mean deep?”
“Do you think it was a coincidence that you obtained the best supernatural power and became a famous religious leader? Nothing in this world just happens. All of them were my arrangements for you.”
The fateist Eighthwangsinmo's eyes shook.
As Geumsa explained, he continued his words.
“The first thing was to make it possible to survive in ‘The Sky of Kings’. At Taeilgwan, you wouldn't have lasted even a day in the 'Heaven of Kings'. Everything has stages. What you needed at that time was not immortality, but survival in the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
"ah!"
An exclamation flowed from the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.
Certainly, during the days of Taeilgwan, he was at a level that did not even reach the third class.
If he hadn't become the Twelve Horsemen, he wouldn't be where he is today.
According to Geumsa's words, it is a measure of suffering.
If true.
Whether that is true or not, only heaven can tell.
A soft voice reached the ears of the Eighthwangsinmo, who was lost in thought.
“You must have resented me a lot.”
“… … yes."
The Eighthwangsinmo did not lie.
If not, it is because the inexplicable relationship in the past cannot be explained.
“Resent me, but don’t doubt my sincerity. The relationship between you and me is not as simple as the relationship with the King of Flames. If you are released from the circle of the demon king, let's make a new contract with me.”
“A contract?”
“‘Heaven of Kings’ is based on fairness, unlike the present world or the next world. If you establish an equal relationship with me, you will be able to be reborn as a superior being.”
“Ah, yes.”
Arm Hwangsinmo nodded her head.
He was willing to listen to anything more than the contract, if only he could avoid the ‘fellowship of the Demon King’.
When the Eighthwangsinmo replied, Geumsa did not open her mouth any more.
The small shrine soon fell silent.
Arm Hwangsinmo half-opened his eyes and glanced at the meditative Golden Temple.
‘Resent, but don’t doubt,’ she said.
What would happen if he knew beyond suspicion that he was planning a god killer?
I felt a thrill of excitement at her strange sense of immorality.
Then, I suddenly became curious.
It's a fact that I only found out now, but the golden snake is a divine being in another world.
After all, there is nothing more futile than his relationship with the Golden Temple.
Do you dream of being a god slayer?
But why would the golden lion help himself?
She herself does not offer offerings or offer sacrifices.
Nevertheless, Geumsa had been generously giving since the days of Taeilgwan.
“Golden Master.”
"What's going on?"
“Why is Master Geum helping me? I don't think Master Geum needs me, but I'm grateful and apologetic for helping me.”
“The deities in ‘Heaven of Kings’ are incomplete.”
“Is it incomplete?”
“It means ‘an incomplete existence’. That's why it remains in the world of desire. After all, that is why we have desires.”
“If there is a desire, there is no reason to help others, right?”
“Whoops. Desire is the desire to have or enjoy something. How can that be only one thing? Even wanting to help someone is a desire. I am faithful to my desire, so do not feel sorry.”
“Taoists say that doing good deeds is the best practice. That's why I also go to 'Jeok Seon Practice'. Isn’t that kind of desire rather closer to perfection?”
“Excess is as bad as lack. When the mind to obtain the way through the enemy line deepens, it becomes a desire. Those who have not mastered mindlessness cannot escape the cycle of desire. It is for this reason that I, who has a divine status, cannot escape from the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
“Knowing that, why don’t you give up your desire to ‘help’?”
“Didn't you tell me? It is said that a being possessed by desire cannot escape from the ‘sky of kings’. It's not that you don't throw away, it's that you can't throw away."
Pal Hwangsinmo looked at Golden Temple with her strange eyes.
Is it a desire to help others?
It was difficult for me to understand as I had been practicing ‘Jeok Seon’ during my Taeilgwan days.
But what can I do?
It's because God says it's a desire.
I have a feeling that the world of ‘The Sky of Kings’ will be more complicated than I thought.
The goldsmith continued to speak.
“Have you ever stopped thinking about immortality?”
"doesn't exist."
"It is true. Even if you go to 'Heaven of Kings', you will continue to seek immortality. As long as you pursue it, you too will not be able to escape the ‘Sky of Kings’.”
"It's a world of immortality, so I'm satisfied with that."
“Is it still like that after living for about 100,000 years with immortality like the horse of a thousand?”
“… … .”
The Eighthwangsinmo hesitated for a second.
It's because I don't know the state of mind after 100,000 years.
“Moreover, what if you found out that there is a world far superior to ‘The Sky of Kings’? Will I still want to live intensely in ‘The Sky of Kings’?”
“Is there a better world than ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“Everyone. The 'Heaven of Kings' is nothing more than the 'realm of desire' in Buddhism. Above that, there are the ‘world of form’ and the ‘world of formlessness,’ so that is the paradise.”
“… … .”
At Geumsa's explanation, Pal Hwangsinmo shook her head.
I don't know what it will be like later, but now her own interest was in 'King's Sky'.
However, the question, ‘Do you want to live intensely in the sky of kings?’ stuck in my mind.
“Golden Master. What kind of place is ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“What kind of place?”
“You asked me a little while ago, ‘Do you want to live fiercely in the sky of kings?’”
"aha. We've talked about it before, but I don't know if you remember.”
“Which part are you talking about?”
“Do you remember when I asked the other day, ‘Do you know the Cheonjama?’”
“Yes, you said it was a competitive relationship with Master Geumsa.”
"okay. Didn't you tell me then? Everyone competes in ‘Heaven of Kings’. Beings with divine status become monarchs, monarchs to become kings, and kings to become heavenly gods.”
"I'm not interested in monarchs, kings, or celestials, so I'm not free from competition, am I?"
“You may not be interested, but other beings are not.”
“Any other beings?”
“The ‘kings’ and ‘monarchs’ who have lost their divine status and have fallen.”
"yes."
“They become demigod monsters consumed by lust. Living under their rule is not easy. That is why everyone aims to become a monarch or a king. If you gain the divinity of a monarch or king, even a half-god monster can't do anything about it.”
"ah!"
“Not only monsters, but all beings above the level of monarchs are dangerous. If you don't know and deal with their desires, you could be killed at any time. That’s why I said it was fierce.”
“Is that why you led me to the path of the King of Heaven?”
"It is true. You have to survive their rule to be immortal or whatever.”
A sigh flowed from the eighth hwangsinmo's mouth.
I thought it would be over when I went to ‘Heaven of Kings’, but the more I dig into it, the more ‘mountains beyond the mountains.
Now, it seems that the misunderstanding about the gold thread has been cleared up a little.
'The sky of kings is not the end, but the beginning.'
It was similar to a third-rate samurai surviving in the midst of the Great Madoodles of Murim.
The Eighthwangsinmo said suddenly.
“Oh, as soon as the day is over, I plan to go on a northern conquest with the imperial army. I'm thinking of going alone, is that okay?"
Unlike the demons of the Twelve Horses, the Black Knight and the Golden Knight from the ‘Heaven of Kings’ were not restricted by location.
Of course, I could go with them, but I didn't want to draw public attention, so I thought I'd leave them behind.
"If I don't have to help, I'll let you stay."
“Yes, then take good care of the black knight.”
The Eighthwang Goddess secretly examined the complexion of the Golden Temple.
Contrary to the somewhat chilly beginning, the conversation ended in a warm atmosphere.
I hope that this atmosphere will be maintained even after the conquest of the north.
If you can't even behead 100,000 people, you really have no choice but to become a 'God Slayer'.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Seo Jeong-gaek store.
around dusk.
A double wagon stopped at the door of the inn.
Then, the coachman, Jiil-gang, whose face was frozen red from the cold wave, came down cautiously.
His body stiffened from the cold, and his movements were not smooth.
In the meantime, when the carriage door was opened, Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no's simtong came out.
“Yeah better, this is the lyric guest store you mentioned.”
"great job. I will go to Mt. Fungji tomorrow morning, so have a good rest until then.”
“Yes, yes.”
Jiilgang replied coolly, but Yeonjeokha shook his head.
It's just an answer, knowing that he won't fall off the side of the carriage.
I passed the Jiil River, which was connected with the jeokha, and entered the inn.
It was a guest who stayed four months ago, but the owner managed to recognize it and welcomed it.
“Come on! be better Have you been away for a while?”
“Home is far away.”
“Ah, that's right. The room you stayed in last time is empty. Can I give it to you?”
“Please do so.”
“Are you going to have dinner and breakfast like last time?”
"yes."
"All right. I will know that. Should I eat it in the evening? I will take you to a good seat.”
The owner has Jeomsoi tidy up the room. He took the order himself.
Simtong , who was sitting by the window and looking out, suddenly said a word.
“Still, it feels like I’ve come home to a place where I stayed once. Is this why you go to the place you used to go?”
“The southern guesthouse at the opening was exactly like this. It's been a while since I haven't been. Do you know if business is going well?”
“Still, don’t you send me the proceeds once or twice a year?”
“I don’t know. Because my sister took care of it.”
“Confucius, aren’t you leaving it up to your wife too much and saying she doesn’t know me?”
"why? I told you not to use your head and use that time to swing the knife one more time?”
“Yes, but I don’t think it’s too indifferent. Of course, the mother-in-law will do well, but at least you should know if the business is going well or not. The owner of the inn is Mr. Gongja, so be careful... … .”
“Nerves are crap. How can I find a guesthouse the size of the palm of my hand in the opening of Namjiryeseong?”
“Even if you sell it to someone else.”
“It’s not just one or two pennies, will you suddenly have that much money?”
"Yes. If I knew Confucius would get married so soon, I wouldn't have bought it. Isn't it?”
“You don’t know what will happen tomorrow .”
"you're right. I've lived this long, and I still don't know what to do tomorrow.”
She stared out her window with sad, young eyes.
“Isn’t old Sim old enough to not know anymore?”
"her! You went out well, so why are you doing it again? Could it be that you are doing this because I told you to pay attention to the Namyeon Inn?”
“Do I look like such a small person?”
“If you ask me that, I really have nothing to say.”
“That sounds petty.”
Old sim pretended not to hear and did not reply.
When Yeonjeokha mumbled while watching him, Jeomsoi brought food.
The table was quickly filled with piping hot dishes.
"Ugh! Aren’t you doing too much?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha spoke as if he was worried, he replied in a slightly rough voice.
“Eat everything and go. Aren't you going to be out of sight for a while?"
"Okay, what's wrong with you? Why is your mouth sticking out like that?”
“Are you really going alone?”
For a moment, he narrowed his eyes.
I wasn't sure if he was worried or if he was jealous, saying, "Are you going to that nice place alone?"
Chapter 504 - An incomplete being
The Eighthwangsinmo asked with a shocked face.
“You mean deep?”
“Do you think it was a coincidence that you obtained the best supernatural power and became a famous religious leader? Nothing in this world just happens. All of them were my arrangements for you.”
The fateist Eighthwangsinmo's eyes shook.
As Geumsa explained, he continued his words.
“The first thing was to make it possible to survive in ‘The Sky of Kings’. At Taeilgwan, you wouldn't have lasted even a day in the 'Heaven of Kings'. Everything has stages. What you needed at that time was not immortality, but survival in the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
"ah!"
An exclamation flowed from the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.
Certainly, during the days of Taeilgwan, he was at a level that did not even reach the third class.
If he hadn't become the Twelve Horsemen, he wouldn't be where he is today.
According to Geumsa's words, it is a measure of suffering.
If true.
Whether that is true or not, only heaven can tell.
A soft voice reached the ears of the Eighthwangsinmo, who was lost in thought.
“You must have resented me a lot.”
“… … yes."
The Eighthwangsinmo did not lie.
If not, it is because the inexplicable relationship in the past cannot be explained.
“Resent me, but don’t doubt my sincerity. The relationship between you and me is not as simple as the relationship with the King of Flames. If you are released from the circle of the demon king, let's make a new contract with me.”
“A contract?”
“‘Heaven of Kings’ is based on fairness, unlike the present world or the next world. If you establish an equal relationship with me, you will be able to be reborn as a superior being.”
“Ah, yes.”
Arm Hwangsinmo nodded her head.
He was willing to listen to anything more than the contract, if only he could avoid the ‘fellowship of the Demon King’.
When the Eighthwangsinmo replied, Geumsa did not open her mouth any more.
The small shrine soon fell silent.
Arm Hwangsinmo half-opened his eyes and glanced at the meditative Golden Temple.
‘Resent, but don’t doubt,’ she said.
What would happen if he knew beyond suspicion that he was planning a god killer?
I felt a thrill of excitement at her strange sense of immorality.
Then, I suddenly became curious.
It's a fact that I only found out now, but the golden snake is a divine being in another world.
After all, there is nothing more futile than his relationship with the Golden Temple.
Do you dream of being a god slayer?
But why would the golden lion help himself?
She herself does not offer offerings or offer sacrifices.
Nevertheless, Geumsa had been generously giving since the days of Taeilgwan.
“Golden Master.”
"What's going on?"
“Why is Master Geum helping me? I don't think Master Geum needs me, but I'm grateful and apologetic for helping me.”
“The deities in ‘Heaven of Kings’ are incomplete.”
“Is it incomplete?”
“It means ‘an incomplete existence’. That's why it remains in the world of desire. After all, that is why we have desires.”
“If there is a desire, there is no reason to help others, right?”
“Whoops. Desire is the desire to have or enjoy something. How can that be only one thing? Even wanting to help someone is a desire. I am faithful to my desire, so do not feel sorry.”
“Taoists say that doing good deeds is the best practice. That's why I also go to 'Jeok Seon Practice'. Isn’t that kind of desire rather closer to perfection?”
“Excess is as bad as lack. When the mind to obtain the way through the enemy line deepens, it becomes a desire. Those who have not mastered mindlessness cannot escape the cycle of desire. It is for this reason that I, who has a divine status, cannot escape from the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
“Knowing that, why don’t you give up your desire to ‘help’?”
“Didn't you tell me? It is said that a being possessed by desire cannot escape from the ‘sky of kings’. It's not that you don't throw away, it's that you can't throw away."
Pal Hwangsinmo looked at Golden Temple with her strange eyes.
Is it a desire to help others?
It was difficult for me to understand as I had been practicing ‘Jeok Seon’ during my Taeilgwan days.
But what can I do?
It's because God says it's a desire.
I have a feeling that the world of ‘The Sky of Kings’ will be more complicated than I thought.
The goldsmith continued to speak.
“Have you ever stopped thinking about immortality?”
"doesn't exist."
"It is true. Even if you go to 'Heaven of Kings', you will continue to seek immortality. As long as you pursue it, you too will not be able to escape the ‘Sky of Kings’.”
"It's a world of immortality, so I'm satisfied with that."
“Is it still like that after living for about 100,000 years with immortality like the horse of a thousand?”
“… … .”
The Eighthwangsinmo hesitated for a second.
It's because I don't know the state of mind after 100,000 years.
“Moreover, what if you found out that there is a world far superior to ‘The Sky of Kings’? Will I still want to live intensely in ‘The Sky of Kings’?”
“Is there a better world than ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“Everyone. The 'Heaven of Kings' is nothing more than the 'realm of desire' in Buddhism. Above that, there are the ‘world of form’ and the ‘world of formlessness,’ so that is the paradise.”
“… … .”
At Geumsa's explanation, Pal Hwangsinmo shook her head.
I don't know what it will be like later, but now her own interest was in 'King's Sky'.
However, the question, ‘Do you want to live intensely in the sky of kings?’ stuck in my mind.
“Golden Master. What kind of place is ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“What kind of place?”
“You asked me a little while ago, ‘Do you want to live fiercely in the sky of kings?’”
"aha. We've talked about it before, but I don't know if you remember.”
“Which part are you talking about?”
“Do you remember when I asked the other day, ‘Do you know the Cheonjama?’”
“Yes, you said it was a competitive relationship with Master Geumsa.”
"okay. Didn't you tell me then? Everyone competes in ‘Heaven of Kings’. Beings with divine status become monarchs, monarchs to become kings, and kings to become heavenly gods.”
"I'm not interested in monarchs, kings, or celestials, so I'm not free from competition, am I?"
“You may not be interested, but other beings are not.”
“Any other beings?”
“The ‘kings’ and ‘monarchs’ who have lost their divine status and have fallen.”
"yes."
“They become demigod monsters consumed by lust. Living under their rule is not easy. That is why everyone aims to become a monarch or a king. If you gain the divinity of a monarch or king, even a half-god monster can't do anything about it.”
"ah!"
“Not only monsters, but all beings above the level of monarchs are dangerous. If you don't know and deal with their desires, you could be killed at any time. That’s why I said it was fierce.”
“Is that why you led me to the path of the King of Heaven?”
"It is true. You have to survive their rule to be immortal or whatever.”
A sigh flowed from the eighth hwangsinmo's mouth.
I thought it would be over when I went to ‘Heaven of Kings’, but the more I dig into it, the more ‘mountains beyond the mountains.
Now, it seems that the misunderstanding about the gold thread has been cleared up a little.
'The sky of kings is not the end, but the beginning.'
It was similar to a third-rate samurai surviving in the midst of the Great Madoodles of Murim.
The Eighthwangsinmo said suddenly.
“Oh, as soon as the day is over, I plan to go on a northern conquest with the imperial army. I'm thinking of going alone, is that okay?"
Unlike the demons of the Twelve Horses, the Black Knight and the Golden Knight from the ‘Heaven of Kings’ were not restricted by location.
Of course, I could go with them, but I didn't want to draw public attention, so I thought I'd leave them behind.
"If I don't have to help, I'll let you stay."
“Yes, then take good care of the black knight.”
The Eighthwang Goddess secretly examined the complexion of the Golden Temple.
Contrary to the somewhat chilly beginning, the conversation ended in a warm atmosphere.
I hope that this atmosphere will be maintained even after the conquest of the north.
If you can't even behead 100,000 people, you really have no choice but to become a 'God Slayer'.
***
Shanxi.
parish prefecture.
Seo Jeong-gaek store.
around dusk.
A double wagon stopped at the door of the inn.
Then, the coachman, Jiil-gang, whose face was frozen red from the cold wave, came down cautiously.
His body stiffened from the cold, and his movements were not smooth.
In the meantime, when the carriage door was opened, Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no's simtong came out.
“Yeah better, this is the lyric guest store you mentioned.”
"great job. I will go to Mt. Fungji tomorrow morning, so have a good rest until then.”
“Yes, yes.”
Jiilgang replied coolly, but Yeonjeokha shook his head.
It's just an answer, knowing that he won't fall off the side of the carriage.
I passed the Jiil River, which was connected with the jeokha, and entered the inn.
It was a guest who stayed four months ago, but the owner managed to recognize it and welcomed it.
“Come on! be better Have you been away for a while?”
“Home is far away.”
“Ah, that's right. The room you stayed in last time is empty. Can I give it to you?”
“Please do so.”
“Are you going to have dinner and breakfast like last time?”
"yes."
"All right. I will know that. Should I eat it in the evening? I will take you to a good seat.”
The owner has Jeomsoi tidy up the room. He took the order himself.
Simtong , who was sitting by the window and looking out, suddenly said a word.
“Still, it feels like I’ve come home to a place where I stayed once. Is this why you go to the place you used to go?”
“The southern guesthouse at the opening was exactly like this. It's been a while since I haven't been. Do you know if business is going well?”
“Still, don’t you send me the proceeds once or twice a year?”
“I don’t know. Because my sister took care of it.”
“Confucius, aren’t you leaving it up to your wife too much and saying she doesn’t know me?”
"why? I told you not to use your head and use that time to swing the knife one more time?”
“Yes, but I don’t think it’s too indifferent. Of course, the mother-in-law will do well, but at least you should know if the business is going well or not. The owner of the inn is Mr. Gongja, so be careful... … .”
“Nerves are crap. How can I find a guesthouse the size of the palm of my hand in the opening of Namjiryeseong?”
“Even if you sell it to someone else.”
“It’s not just one or two pennies, will you suddenly have that much money?”
"Yes. If I knew Confucius would get married so soon, I wouldn't have bought it. Isn't it?”
“You don’t know what will happen tomorrow .”
"you're right. I've lived this long, and I still don't know what to do tomorrow.”
She stared out her window with sad, young eyes.
“Isn’t old Sim old enough to not know anymore?”
"her! You went out well, so why are you doing it again? Could it be that you are doing this because I told you to pay attention to the Namyeon Inn?”
“Do I look like such a small person?”
“If you ask me that, I really have nothing to say.”
“That sounds petty.”
Old sim pretended not to hear and did not reply.
When Yeonjeokha mumbled while watching him, Jeomsoi brought food.
The table was quickly filled with piping hot dishes.
"Ugh! Aren’t you doing too much?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha spoke as if he was worried, he replied in a slightly rough voice.
“Eat everything and go. Aren't you going to be out of sight for a while?"
"Okay, what's wrong with you? Why is your mouth sticking out like that?”
“Are you really going alone?”
For a moment, he narrowed his eyes.
I wasn't sure if he was worried or if he was jealous, saying, "Are you going to that nice place alone?"
