Chapter 505 - You're digging my grave
Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no also looked at each other.
When we first met at Obong Mountain, he was a mean Madou, but now he has changed a lot.
No matter how you look at it, it's the grandfather next door who is full of jokes.
“I’m not going to play.”
Then he replied with a sad face.
“Who said you were going to play? It's because I'm worried that I'm going to send Confucius alone."
“Is that so? Aren’t you being greedy because you want to live a long life?”
“Confucius, are you saying something a little strange? Wanting to live a long life is not greed, isn't it what everyone wants? Is there anyone in the world who wants to die early?”
"That's not what I mean."
“It’s not like that, so why do you keep distorting my heart?”
“What is distortion, okay. I will trust you.”
When Yeonjeokha's resentment broke, the old sim subtly pushed his head back.
“Am I going too?”
“Where do you say you are going together? Do you know that there is a back garden? Old Sim is unimaginably far away.”
"You're not going on foot, are you? I'm going with the famous religious leader's technique, so what does the distance matter?"
“It’s a distance, but it’s not okay. I can’t take responsibility, so don’t even dream.”
“When did you ask Confucius to take responsibility? Don't worry about that. I am also a person who is living a checkup gangho. I am responsible for my life.”
Along with the words, the old sim pounded on my chest.
He let out a long sigh, reminiscent of his age-forgetful behavior.
“Old Sim seems to age backwards. Should I call it blood? Or is it a ghost? I really don't know.”
“What a specter! What are you talking about the confidence of a lone swordsman?"
“Are you lonely? Then what about famous teachers? Aren't the two of the same age? You will be able to communicate well.”
“Not that granny. I am also a person with eyes.”
“You are talking like snow. The famous religious leaders look like they are in their forties or fifties. For Old Sim, that old women is too much.”
The two flirted with the famous cult leader for a while.
Then the old man who was sitting in the corner got up from his seat and approached the two of them.
“To say that the parish prefecture is close by and casually talk about famous schools is huge. It seems like the heroes of the river, let's say the whole name. Nobu says to re-gyeon-woo the enmity lion.”
Jae Gyeon-woo, the envoy of the Southern Patrol of the Demonic Cult, made a light effort.
If you were a master in the 100's, you would have recognized him at once.
The elders of the Chilpilmun or the owners of Green Forest would have jumped up from their seats and were on guard.
However, Simtong, who was a county-level master (regional master) until a few years ago, had never heard of the name of the four priests of the Demonic Cult.
simtong, who had been biting off a chicken leg, glanced back.
If the opponent had been an insignificant wanderer, he would have scolded him and kicked him out.
However, judging from the bulging eyes and wide-open body, it is not normal even if you look at it.
Old sim was nervous inside, but he didn't show it and asked.
“Are you related to the famous religion?”
Jaejoong's eyebrows twitched.
He personally revealed his nickname and name, but the response was far from what he expected.
'Were they the ronin?'
I approached it out of curiosity to chew on a famous religious leader casually, but it seems that I did something futile.
He thought for a moment, ‘Should I kill him?’ But he held back because he thought he would just throw away his appetite.
“There is no relationship. I must have said something.”
Jae Gyeon-woo turned around without regret.
He didn't want to go all out with Gangho's bastards.
Looking at him who was about to leave, he said heartache.
“I am also suffering from old sim. And the person in front of me is Mr. Yeon Gongja.”
Surprised, Jae Gyeon-woo hurriedly turned around.
“Namcheon Yeonjeokha, right?”
Old sim bit off the chicken leg without speaking twice.
It's like sitting down or going.
Jae Gyeon-woo was conflicted for a moment, but soon sat down on the seat next to Sim-tong.
If they were Namcheon Yeonjeokha and Gucheonnodo simtong, they deserved to share with him.
“Haven’t you two ever heard of my nickname?”
Old sim asked, holding the chicken leg in his mouth.
“A fire lion?”
"exactly."
“It’s the first time I’ve heard of it, is it a famous nickname?”
“Grunt! Not even famous.”
A sound of pain came out of Jaejoong's mouth.
Those who knew the four messengers of the Demonic Cult were extremely limited.
This is because he did not reveal and act according to his status as an inspector of the Demonic Cult.
Old sim nodded his head as if he understood.
“If you live hard, the day will come when you will understand.”
Jae Gyeon-woo, who was grooming his beard with a puzzled expression, changed the topic.
“Nobu went to Mt. Fengji to see if he could meet a famous religious leader, but he was out of town and had no relationship. I heard that you two met a famous religious leader. Who is the famous teacher?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha didn't say anything, he felt a pain in his heart.
“In a word, a nasty witch.”
“Nasty?”
“Think about it. As if Mt. Pungji was my land, did I not lay down the heavenly rites under it and play Taoism on top? Where is that? The witch also spread the human sacrifice of the famous religion, how about the recent 'Blood of the Eight Emperors'? Isn't that all what the witch did? So I can only say that she is nasty.”
“Heh heh, after hearing what you said, you must be nasty. By the way, do you know anything about the jinbeop of the cheongo? I'm annoyed that you're trying to turn her away from Yeomwanggak.”
Jae Gyeon-woo asked sneakily, intending to go up to Seonnyeom Rock unconditionally next time.
“Do you know anything about the jinbeop?”
“It’s at the level of a nobleman.”
“Then don’t go up. You will really meet the enchanted lion.”
Jae Gyeon-woo opened his eyes wide.
Gucheonno, who is said to be in the middle of the day, is such a sound coming out of the mouth of heartache!
“Are you great enough to say that?”
“She asked if she was great? More than that. Do you know the nickname of Empress yeon?”
“Of course. Who today does not know the name of Empress yeon?”
“That Empress Dowager Ten, our Yeongja-nim, and Mu-deok Jang, the apprentice of the Supreme Court, entered the camp once. Of course, I and the ghost were also with me.”
"ah! How is it?”
“In a word, she lived and died. If it wasn't for Empress yeon erudition, we'd be doing a great job with King Yeomra right now.”
“Can you take on the challenge when you reach 10 or so?”
“If you add a level of martial arts to that of our veterans, it'll be worth a try.”
“So you have to be equipped with martial arts?”
"exactly."
“Huh! After all, it means that you have to be invited by a famous religious leader.”
“Right. If you climb the mountain without any countermeasures, you will surely die. Would you like a drink?”
Old sim pointed to the bottle.
Jae Gyeon-woo, who had reached the limit and became confused, did not decline.
“So be it.”
Jaegyeonwoo drank the alcohol in one breath.
“Hey! After all, Jukyeopcheong is in Shanseo!”
He deftly picked up a few pieces of snacks and put them in his mouth and mumbled.
Then, he picked up a bottle of wine from the table and filled it with a glass of old sim.
“This is not my drink, but I will give you one.”
simtong also poured alcohol into his mouth and nodded his head like a ash cow.
“Even in Shanseo, this house’s bamboo leaves are special. Can’t you feel the philosophy of alcohol?”
Shen Tong, who is also the master of Zuru, praised the master.
Jae Gyeon-woo also nodded his head whenever Shim Tong said that he liked to drink.
Yeonjeokha, who had strayed from the center of the conversation, walked away.
“I don’t like bamboo leaf extract because it tastes like medicine. Liquor makes you feel better. It's like a taste that wets the chest.”
However, old sim and Jaegyeonwoo did not even pretend to listen and fell into their own drinking story.
Surprisingly, Shim Tong, the owner of the main run, and Jae Gyeon-woo got along well.
In particular, Jaegyeonwoo was delighted as if it were his own work when he heard that Simtong would reopen Juru.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been sitting with a sad face, got up from his seat.
Only then did the old sim turn its head.
“Are you going to bed already?”
"No, I have something to think about, so I'm going to move. It's too noisy in here.”
“Ah, yes. Please do so.”
After a long time meeting someone with a common sense, the oldsim did not catch him.
It was the same with Jaegyeonwoo, a stone that rolled in.
In the end, I had to move the place without the heart of the stone that was stuck in the middle of the day.
As I moved away from his noisy seat, I started to worry about Namgung-yeon.
When I was with old sim, I forcibly pressed it down, but when I was alone, all my nerves were focused on it.
It has been four months since Namgung-yeon disappeared.
he believes in her abilities, but that worries her as well.
'Is my sister doing well?'
You should be doing well.
She didn't even want to imagine what would happen to Namgoong-yeon.
The owner approached Yeonjeokha, who was sitting with a hard face.
“Come on, get better. Shall I bring you a drink?”
"are you okay."
I didn't want to relieve my worries about Namgung-yeon by drinking alcohol.
And she kept thinking to see if she had missed or overlooked anything.
***
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Seonnyeoam Hermitage.
shrine.
Around noon, the Taebaek Seonin fell to the front yard.
“Sir.”
"What's going on?"
“Yeonjeokha said that he had arrived at Yeomrajeon.”
She closed the bookshelf of ‘Bumcheon 欲界 King Jaecheon’ that Pal Hwangsinmo was reading.
It's only been four months, so it seems she came right after going to Namgung Sega.
“What should I do?”
At the question of the Taebaek sage, the mother of the Eighthwangsin calmly said.
“Since he came to offer himself as a sacrifice, guide him to the valley.”
"yes."
As Seonin Taebaek stepped away, Geumsa opened her eyes.
“Who is Yeon Jeok-ha that wants to be sacrificed himself?”
"He's the husband of Empress Yeon, and he's also been seen by Master Geum."
"ah! You mean he offered himself to be sacrificed?
“Yes, he asked me to let him go as well, as if the relationship between the couple was deep.”
"You're digging my grave Do you dare to ask to be sent to the ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“May I use him as a sacrifice?”
Eighthwangsinmo looked at the complexion of Geumsa.
She honestly didn't want to send her younger brother there.
So, she thought that if Geumsa objected, she would make an excuse to stop it.
She said, “I want to die, but there is no reason to stop it. use it as a sacrifice Offering him will give you greater power. Perhaps the deity of the Eight Kings will come.”
Hwangsinmo Pal sighed secretly and stood up from her seat.
It was as sad as seeing a dead younger brother, but is fate also inherited?
Pungjisan Valley.
Taebaek Seonin entered the valley with Yeonjeokha.
After him, the Venerable Yuktong held the rope to which the black goat was tied and followed.
Yeonjeokha, who was looking around, asked Seonin Taebaek.
“Is the valley quiet? Uncle, are you really this quiet when you give the first ceremony?”
"no. It's because the headmaster forbade anyone from coming near.”
"why?"
Then, Taebaek Seonin glanced at Yeonjeokha.
She wondered about that too.
Where is the special treatment for the guy who says he's so great.
Upon arriving near the altar, Venerable Yuktong handed the rope to which the black goat was tied.
He did so because the headmaster told him to leave.
Before long, the Taebaek sage and the venerable Yuktong disappeared out of the valley like the wind.
Left alone, he looked at the black goat and murmured.
“Goat, you don’t know that you will die soon, and the world is at peace.”
Chapter 505 - You're digging my grave
Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no also looked at each other.
When we first met at Obong Mountain, he was a mean Madou, but now he has changed a lot.
No matter how you look at it, it's the grandfather next door who is full of jokes.
“I’m not going to play.”
Then he replied with a sad face.
“Who said you were going to play? It's because I'm worried that I'm going to send Confucius alone."
“Is that so? Aren’t you being greedy because you want to live a long life?”
“Confucius, are you saying something a little strange? Wanting to live a long life is not greed, isn't it what everyone wants? Is there anyone in the world who wants to die early?”
"That's not what I mean."
“It’s not like that, so why do you keep distorting my heart?”
“What is distortion, okay. I will trust you.”
When Yeonjeokha's resentment broke, the old sim subtly pushed his head back.
“Am I going too?”
“Where do you say you are going together? Do you know that there is a back garden? Old Sim is unimaginably far away.”
"You're not going on foot, are you? I'm going with the famous religious leader's technique, so what does the distance matter?"
“It’s a distance, but it’s not okay. I can’t take responsibility, so don’t even dream.”
“When did you ask Confucius to take responsibility? Don't worry about that. I am also a person who is living a checkup gangho. I am responsible for my life.”
Along with the words, the old sim pounded on my chest.
He let out a long sigh, reminiscent of his age-forgetful behavior.
“Old Sim seems to age backwards. Should I call it blood? Or is it a ghost? I really don't know.”
“What a specter! What are you talking about the confidence of a lone swordsman?"
“Are you lonely? Then what about famous teachers? Aren't the two of the same age? You will be able to communicate well.”
“Not that granny. I am also a person with eyes.”
“You are talking like snow. The famous religious leaders look like they are in their forties or fifties. For Old Sim, that old women is too much.”
The two flirted with the famous cult leader for a while.
Then the old man who was sitting in the corner got up from his seat and approached the two of them.
“To say that the parish prefecture is close by and casually talk about famous schools is huge. It seems like the heroes of the river, let's say the whole name. Nobu says to re-gyeon-woo the enmity lion.”
Jae Gyeon-woo, the envoy of the Southern Patrol of the Demonic Cult, made a light effort.
If you were a master in the 100's, you would have recognized him at once.
The elders of the Chilpilmun or the owners of Green Forest would have jumped up from their seats and were on guard.
However, Simtong, who was a county-level master (regional master) until a few years ago, had never heard of the name of the four priests of the Demonic Cult.
simtong, who had been biting off a chicken leg, glanced back.
If the opponent had been an insignificant wanderer, he would have scolded him and kicked him out.
However, judging from the bulging eyes and wide-open body, it is not normal even if you look at it.
Old sim was nervous inside, but he didn't show it and asked.
“Are you related to the famous religion?”
Jaejoong's eyebrows twitched.
He personally revealed his nickname and name, but the response was far from what he expected.
'Were they the ronin?'
I approached it out of curiosity to chew on a famous religious leader casually, but it seems that I did something futile.
He thought for a moment, ‘Should I kill him?’ But he held back because he thought he would just throw away his appetite.
“There is no relationship. I must have said something.”
Jae Gyeon-woo turned around without regret.
He didn't want to go all out with Gangho's bastards.
Looking at him who was about to leave, he said heartache.
“I am also suffering from old sim. And the person in front of me is Mr. Yeon Gongja.”
Surprised, Jae Gyeon-woo hurriedly turned around.
“Namcheon Yeonjeokha, right?”
Old sim bit off the chicken leg without speaking twice.
It's like sitting down or going.
Jae Gyeon-woo was conflicted for a moment, but soon sat down on the seat next to Sim-tong.
If they were Namcheon Yeonjeokha and Gucheonnodo simtong, they deserved to share with him.
“Haven’t you two ever heard of my nickname?”
Old sim asked, holding the chicken leg in his mouth.
“A fire lion?”
"exactly."
“It’s the first time I’ve heard of it, is it a famous nickname?”
“Grunt! Not even famous.”
A sound of pain came out of Jaejoong's mouth.
Those who knew the four messengers of the Demonic Cult were extremely limited.
This is because he did not reveal and act according to his status as an inspector of the Demonic Cult.
Old sim nodded his head as if he understood.
“If you live hard, the day will come when you will understand.”
Jae Gyeon-woo, who was grooming his beard with a puzzled expression, changed the topic.
“Nobu went to Mt. Fengji to see if he could meet a famous religious leader, but he was out of town and had no relationship. I heard that you two met a famous religious leader. Who is the famous teacher?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha didn't say anything, he felt a pain in his heart.
“In a word, a nasty witch.”
“Nasty?”
“Think about it. As if Mt. Pungji was my land, did I not lay down the heavenly rites under it and play Taoism on top? Where is that? The witch also spread the human sacrifice of the famous religion, how about the recent 'Blood of the Eight Emperors'? Isn't that all what the witch did? So I can only say that she is nasty.”
“Heh heh, after hearing what you said, you must be nasty. By the way, do you know anything about the jinbeop of the cheongo? I'm annoyed that you're trying to turn her away from Yeomwanggak.”
Jae Gyeon-woo asked sneakily, intending to go up to Seonnyeom Rock unconditionally next time.
“Do you know anything about the jinbeop?”
“It’s at the level of a nobleman.”
“Then don’t go up. You will really meet the enchanted lion.”
Jae Gyeon-woo opened his eyes wide.
Gucheonno, who is said to be in the middle of the day, is such a sound coming out of the mouth of heartache!
“Are you great enough to say that?”
“She asked if she was great? More than that. Do you know the nickname of Empress yeon?”
“Of course. Who today does not know the name of Empress yeon?”
“That Empress Dowager Ten, our Yeongja-nim, and Mu-deok Jang, the apprentice of the Supreme Court, entered the camp once. Of course, I and the ghost were also with me.”
"ah! How is it?”
“In a word, she lived and died. If it wasn't for Empress yeon erudition, we'd be doing a great job with King Yeomra right now.”
“Can you take on the challenge when you reach 10 or so?”
“If you add a level of martial arts to that of our veterans, it'll be worth a try.”
“So you have to be equipped with martial arts?”
"exactly."
“Huh! After all, it means that you have to be invited by a famous religious leader.”
“Right. If you climb the mountain without any countermeasures, you will surely die. Would you like a drink?”
Old sim pointed to the bottle.
Jae Gyeon-woo, who had reached the limit and became confused, did not decline.
“So be it.”
Jaegyeonwoo drank the alcohol in one breath.
“Hey! After all, Jukyeopcheong is in Shanseo!”
He deftly picked up a few pieces of snacks and put them in his mouth and mumbled.
Then, he picked up a bottle of wine from the table and filled it with a glass of old sim.
“This is not my drink, but I will give you one.”
simtong also poured alcohol into his mouth and nodded his head like a ash cow.
“Even in Shanseo, this house’s bamboo leaves are special. Can’t you feel the philosophy of alcohol?”
Shen Tong, who is also the master of Zuru, praised the master.
Jae Gyeon-woo also nodded his head whenever Shim Tong said that he liked to drink.
Yeonjeokha, who had strayed from the center of the conversation, walked away.
“I don’t like bamboo leaf extract because it tastes like medicine. Liquor makes you feel better. It's like a taste that wets the chest.”
However, old sim and Jaegyeonwoo did not even pretend to listen and fell into their own drinking story.
Surprisingly, Shim Tong, the owner of the main run, and Jae Gyeon-woo got along well.
In particular, Jaegyeonwoo was delighted as if it were his own work when he heard that Simtong would reopen Juru.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been sitting with a sad face, got up from his seat.
Only then did the old sim turn its head.
“Are you going to bed already?”
"No, I have something to think about, so I'm going to move. It's too noisy in here.”
“Ah, yes. Please do so.”
After a long time meeting someone with a common sense, the oldsim did not catch him.
It was the same with Jaegyeonwoo, a stone that rolled in.
In the end, I had to move the place without the heart of the stone that was stuck in the middle of the day.
As I moved away from his noisy seat, I started to worry about Namgung-yeon.
When I was with old sim, I forcibly pressed it down, but when I was alone, all my nerves were focused on it.
It has been four months since Namgung-yeon disappeared.
he believes in her abilities, but that worries her as well.
'Is my sister doing well?'
You should be doing well.
She didn't even want to imagine what would happen to Namgoong-yeon.
The owner approached Yeonjeokha, who was sitting with a hard face.
“Come on, get better. Shall I bring you a drink?”
"are you okay."
I didn't want to relieve my worries about Namgung-yeon by drinking alcohol.
And she kept thinking to see if she had missed or overlooked anything.
***
parish prefecture.
Pungjisan Seonnyeoam Hermitage.
shrine.
Around noon, the Taebaek Seonin fell to the front yard.
“Sir.”
"What's going on?"
“Yeonjeokha said that he had arrived at Yeomrajeon.”
She closed the bookshelf of ‘Bumcheon 欲界 King Jaecheon’ that Pal Hwangsinmo was reading.
It's only been four months, so it seems she came right after going to Namgung Sega.
“What should I do?”
At the question of the Taebaek sage, the mother of the Eighthwangsin calmly said.
“Since he came to offer himself as a sacrifice, guide him to the valley.”
"yes."
As Seonin Taebaek stepped away, Geumsa opened her eyes.
“Who is Yeon Jeok-ha that wants to be sacrificed himself?”
"He's the husband of Empress Yeon, and he's also been seen by Master Geum."
"ah! You mean he offered himself to be sacrificed?
“Yes, he asked me to let him go as well, as if the relationship between the couple was deep.”
"You're digging my grave Do you dare to ask to be sent to the ‘Heaven of Kings’?”
“May I use him as a sacrifice?”
Eighthwangsinmo looked at the complexion of Geumsa.
She honestly didn't want to send her younger brother there.
So, she thought that if Geumsa objected, she would make an excuse to stop it.
She said, “I want to die, but there is no reason to stop it. use it as a sacrifice Offering him will give you greater power. Perhaps the deity of the Eight Kings will come.”
Hwangsinmo Pal sighed secretly and stood up from her seat.
It was as sad as seeing a dead younger brother, but is fate also inherited?
Pungjisan Valley.
Taebaek Seonin entered the valley with Yeonjeokha.
After him, the Venerable Yuktong held the rope to which the black goat was tied and followed.
Yeonjeokha, who was looking around, asked Seonin Taebaek.
“Is the valley quiet? Uncle, are you really this quiet when you give the first ceremony?”
"no. It's because the headmaster forbade anyone from coming near.”
"why?"
Then, Taebaek Seonin glanced at Yeonjeokha.
She wondered about that too.
Where is the special treatment for the guy who says he's so great.
Upon arriving near the altar, Venerable Yuktong handed the rope to which the black goat was tied.
He did so because the headmaster told him to leave.
Before long, the Taebaek sage and the venerable Yuktong disappeared out of the valley like the wind.
Left alone, he looked at the black goat and murmured.
“Goat, you don’t know that you will die soon, and the world is at peace.”
