Chapter 506 - A world where there is no distinction between good and evil
parish prefecture.
Younghu Village.
Daejakjuru.
Four o'clock (10 am).
It's early to start the liquor business, but the owner diligently served alcohol.
There was only one person sitting in the juru.
Red gloves and goatee.
Gu Cheonno, who has recently made a name for himself with Namcheon Yeonjeokha.
The simtong that had been consonating on his own suddenly put the glass down roughly.
At the sound of ‘Bang!’ the owner at the checkout counter jumped in surprise and shrugged his shoulders.
“No, I was worried and said he would go with me! What's the point of going alone! I don't believe it because I want to live a long time! What do you see people as!”
The old sim, which had been raging, brought a bottle of bamboo leaf extract to his mouth and poured it.
Half of it flowed through his mouth and the other half into his upper body.
Before long, old sim threw the bottle to the floor and screamed nervously.
“It tastes like salted liquor!”
The bottle was shattered, but the owner did not dare to go and clean it up.
He jumped up from the seat with a old sim that was wheezing because he couldn't overcome his anger.
"no! Can't the two-legged beast go somewhere? I'm going. gotta go and see I can't go well I don't know when he'll come, but I'll have to see if he goes. is not it?"
No one listens to his old sim, but he diligently explains why he has to go.
“Okay, let’s go. You can do a bit of an escort. That's loyal and honest!"
The self-reproachful old sim took out whatever iron coins he could get hold of, put them on the table, and walked out of the base with eight-legged steps reserved for drunks.
His staggered steps until he left the bases changed to a straight line after walking about 10 steps.
His steps seemed to get faster and faster, but then he ran like a gale.
I wonder if it's been around 20 minutes (about 20 minutes)?
Upon reaching Fengji Mountain, Shen Tong stopped his light gong and quickly approached Yeomwang Pavilion.
Recognizing Simtong's face, the famous cultist ran inside.
After a while, Talmyungdo Go Jin-seok, who belonged to Wolha Church, led the disciples.
“I am Go Jin-seok of Talmyungdo. What did you come for?”
Old sim looked up and down Ko Jin-seok instead of answering.
The transmitted energy is twelve horses.
Still, there was no burden unlike before, probably because Geumgangjeo, the legal guardian, was in hand.
“I came to observe Confucius Yeon’s ancestral rite.”
“Are you talking about Confucius Yeon in Namcheon?”
“Then, is there anyone else worthy of being called Senior Confucius? Guide me.”
“Wait. I need to get confirmation from the upper management to see if I can go up.”
Ko Jin-seok was always polite.
He knew that even the old sim in front of his eyes could slaughter the 12 horses like Yeonjeokha.
“Don’t make me wait too long.”
Ko Jin-seok was moved to tears at the cheeky words of heartache, but he did not show it.
This is because he is the only one to lose if he has to stir up heartache and quarrel.
Ko Jin-seok struggled to get out of Yeomwanggak with a calm face and ran up the mountain.
Go Jin-seok, who was climbing the mountain path in the middle of the day, encountered Taebaek Seonin and Yuktong Venerable Son who were descending the mountain just in time.
Seeing Ko Jin-seok running in a hurry, Taebaek Seonin asked.
"What's going on?"
“Gucheonnodo came to Yeomwanggak to attend the rite of Yeonjeokha.”
"hmm."
A quiet voice flowed from Taebaek's mouth.
'I don't know if it's okay to send Gucheonnodo to the yard where not only Baekduma-gun but also the Eight Emperors were bitten.'
I just had to send it back, but it bothered me that Gu Cheon-no-do was Yeon Jeok-ha's henchman.
Since the principal cares about Yeon Jeok-ha, he cares about everything.
As the sage Taebaek's worries grew longer, the venerable Yuktong spoke a word.
“What are you thinking about? Even the eight emperors have been bitten by the lord, but what a big deal is the gucheonnodo.”
"It's because he's the henchman of the jeokha. I don't know if the headmaster treats Yeonjeokha especially.”
“I hope you will allow me to observe the ceremony.”
“That is unknown.”
The Master Yuktong could not deny the words of Taebaek Seonin.
Considering the leader's generosity towards his rivals, it would not be surprising if anything happened.
After deliberation, the Taebaek sage decided to personally take the old sim and go up to the altar.
On the other hand, there was also a personal wish to check the progress of the ceremony.
Taebaek Seonin, who came down to Yeomwanggak at once, climbed the mountain again with old sim.
Taebaek Seonin, who was walking silently while looking straight ahead, asked in passing.
“By the way, since when did you go out with seniors?”
“It is from Obongsan. Why do you ask?”
“You don’t know about the Waryongjang days?”
“I have heard of Gongja-nim and know everything. Hehe, I see you have a question, but don’t spin around and ask him.”
The old sim of old man saw right through the inside of Taebaek Seonin.
Taebaek Seonin said with a shy expression.
“I heard that he was persecuted by the Yan clans. That’s why Samjang Bulrip also came out.”
"It did."
“I heard that the seed was different from the other Yeons of Waryongjang. Is it true?”
“Young Gongja has half-brothers.”
"if… … . no."
Taebaek Seonin was about to ask if he knew about his biological mother.
It's because I feel like I'm doing too disrespectful things to the teacher.
"fresh guy. The in-house manager was talking. Why do you wear things?”
Taebaek Seonin became furious at his mockery.
“Do you know who Confucius Yan’s birth mother is?”
"know."
“Who are you?”
"why? Do you think Yeon Gongja-nim could be the son of your religious leader?”
“What kind of bizarre thing is that? If you want to live, don't speak such nonsense again.”
“Hehe, rather fool the ghost, you bastard. I can hear the eyeballs rolling from here.”
“Don’t talk white. If you know your birth mother, tell me who it is.”
“Confucius Yeon’s biological mother… … .”
The pain in my heart only suffocated, but did not teach me to calm down.
He's not the kind of person who will kindly teach you who's curious, and he knows that the more misunderstood the famous religious leaders are, the more he'll be treated with respect.
***
Pungjisan Valley.
When Yeonjeokha was talking with the black goat, the Eighthwang Goddess fell from the air.
“What kind of stories do you enjoy so much?”
“Isn’t that funny?”
Yeon Jeok-ha replied coldly.
He was telling the goat, ‘You’re going to die soon.’ It couldn’t be funny.
"okay? It looked like fun.”
“Life is fun when seen from a distance, but they say life is miserable when seen up close. You can think of the atmosphere here as well.”
“It is miserable. Have you ever experienced misery?”
"well."
Yeonjeokha answered vaguely.
Why did he tell the story of his heart to an enemy, not an acquaintance?
Arm Hwangsinmo held out her hand to Yeonjeokha.
It means to ask for a line on which a goat is tied.
When Yeonjeokha handed her a line, she said as she walked slowly, dragging the goat.
“I lived happily with my family along the Baeksa River in the north of Chengdu, Sichuan Province. He was poor, but thanks to his hardworking father, he never went hungry. The mischievous younger brother was affectionate, and her youngest was a playful kid.”
“Hey, why is someone who grew up in such a harmonious family doing that now?”
In the middle of her romance, she murmured, 'I live a good life even though I was treated worse than a dog.'
Others called him 'Little Devil', but he thought of himself as 'kind'.
It is the result of saying that Namgungyeon and Simtong, after ten warlords, are nice when they open their mouths and have a soft heart.
“A pestilence circulated in the village and several people died every day. Our house was no exception. First the mother, then the father, the youngest son, and then the younger brother. I'm the one who buried the flies-covered bodies of my family members. The Baeksa Ha that I saw on the day I left the village was still beautiful.”
“… … .”
“I think you are right. Our house by the Baeksa River looks like a picture from a distance, but in reality it was miserable. I vowed to live up to the share of my dead family members.”
“Is that why immortality has become your goal in life?”
“I will not deny it. I am sorry that i sacrificed your wife. But since Geumsa wanted it, I couldn't help it either.”
He didn't say anything about linking up.
It was because I already knew the circumstances before and after hearing about it.
“Recently, I heard that a miscellaneous book called ‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon’ is being circulated upstream. It must be the work of the 10th matchmaker, right?”
"is it so? It's the first I've heard of it.”
Yeonjeokha tilted her head.
He had no chance to hear such news because he was in a hurry to and from Namgung's family.
It was a book that was returned to a famous religious leader in the name of ‘Bumcheon, the king of desires’, but it seems that Namgungyeon alone pursued some kind of work for her.
“I have no intention of blaming you for what I did to your wife. I don't want to make a fuss later. If you try to retrieve it, it will only backfire.”
Eighthwangsinmo hoped that 'Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon' would wander and be forgotten.
“I guess so.”
He nodded his head in suspense.
If they knew that the 'Eight Emperors' bloody death' had occurred because of that book, the people of the world would turn on the light in their eyes and attack.
“Have you ever read that book?”
"no?"
“Tsk tsk! Didn't you read it? It is the only book written about ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
“Who said that? Stop reading books and wield a sword during that time.”
“Tsk tsk! Who said such an ignorant thing! If you cross the wall of the body with a knife, the wall of enlightenment is possible with a book. If you don't open your head, you won't know the state beyond that for the rest of your life. Besides, isn't this the world you need to go to soon? They said, ‘If you are a keeper of knowledge, you will never fight.’”
Pal Hwangsinmo nagged at her as if she was teaching her disciple.
“Are you feeling sorry for me?”
Yeonjeokha stared at the Eighthwangsinmo.
Emotions, be it goodwill or hostility, are bound to be conveyed to the other person.
Hwangsinmo Pal, who was known for her cruelty, was soft in front of herself.
It was like that four months ago.
If he had worked with Geumsa that day, all the family members of Seokgyeongjang would have died.
Where is that?
When I was about to leave in anger, I did not retaliate, but rather tried to make myself understand.
She couldn't figure out why, but she could see in her eyes that she was still thinking about it.
She has cut the heads of more than a thousand monks so far, and now she is a witch who plans to cut the heads of another hundred thousand. Why is she so human to herself?
“Can that be? Just think of it as her witchy whim.”
"Ah, it's a whim."
Yeonjeokha nodded her head vigorously.
I heard it and it makes sense.
He's kind now, but the famous religious leader was someone who wouldn't be strange if he put a knife in his back right away.
Arm Hwangsinmo stood tall in the wide open space in front of the valley water and looked at her younger brother.
“‘Heaven of Kings’ is a world dominated by desire. Don’t forget the meaning behind the name ‘Bumcheonyokgye’.”
“A desire?”
“Yes, the world of beings who have not cast off their desires. Enlightenment is not only for good beings. Isn’t there even a distinction between good and evil in the Tao?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Even her optimistic partner, at this moment, reflected on her own ignorance.
Despite being a non-partisan secular disciple, the Eighthwangsinmo's words were very difficult.
“If it is a desire that cannot be cast off even after becoming a higher being, what is the size of it?”
“Is it too big?”
It's an unsure voice.
“If you thought ‘King’s Sky’ was a place similar to Mureungdowon, wake up from your dreams.”
“… … .”
The whole tone of the Eighthwangsinmo flowed into Yeonjeokha's ears as he quietly reflected on the meaning of the words.
―Is Mureungdowon the place ruled by a being like the Golden Temple?
Chapter 506 - A world where there is no distinction between good and evil
parish prefecture.
Younghu Village.
Daejakjuru.
Four o'clock (10 am).
It's early to start the liquor business, but the owner diligently served alcohol.
There was only one person sitting in the juru.
Red gloves and goatee.
Gu Cheonno, who has recently made a name for himself with Namcheon Yeonjeokha.
The simtong that had been consonating on his own suddenly put the glass down roughly.
At the sound of ‘Bang!’ the owner at the checkout counter jumped in surprise and shrugged his shoulders.
“No, I was worried and said he would go with me! What's the point of going alone! I don't believe it because I want to live a long time! What do you see people as!”
The old sim, which had been raging, brought a bottle of bamboo leaf extract to his mouth and poured it.
Half of it flowed through his mouth and the other half into his upper body.
Before long, old sim threw the bottle to the floor and screamed nervously.
“It tastes like salted liquor!”
The bottle was shattered, but the owner did not dare to go and clean it up.
He jumped up from the seat with a old sim that was wheezing because he couldn't overcome his anger.
"no! Can't the two-legged beast go somewhere? I'm going. gotta go and see I can't go well I don't know when he'll come, but I'll have to see if he goes. is not it?"
No one listens to his old sim, but he diligently explains why he has to go.
“Okay, let’s go. You can do a bit of an escort. That's loyal and honest!"
The self-reproachful old sim took out whatever iron coins he could get hold of, put them on the table, and walked out of the base with eight-legged steps reserved for drunks.
His staggered steps until he left the bases changed to a straight line after walking about 10 steps.
His steps seemed to get faster and faster, but then he ran like a gale.
I wonder if it's been around 20 minutes (about 20 minutes)?
Upon reaching Fengji Mountain, Shen Tong stopped his light gong and quickly approached Yeomwang Pavilion.
Recognizing Simtong's face, the famous cultist ran inside.
After a while, Talmyungdo Go Jin-seok, who belonged to Wolha Church, led the disciples.
“I am Go Jin-seok of Talmyungdo. What did you come for?”
Old sim looked up and down Ko Jin-seok instead of answering.
The transmitted energy is twelve horses.
Still, there was no burden unlike before, probably because Geumgangjeo, the legal guardian, was in hand.
“I came to observe Confucius Yeon’s ancestral rite.”
“Are you talking about Confucius Yeon in Namcheon?”
“Then, is there anyone else worthy of being called Senior Confucius? Guide me.”
“Wait. I need to get confirmation from the upper management to see if I can go up.”
Ko Jin-seok was always polite.
He knew that even the old sim in front of his eyes could slaughter the 12 horses like Yeonjeokha.
“Don’t make me wait too long.”
Ko Jin-seok was moved to tears at the cheeky words of heartache, but he did not show it.
This is because he is the only one to lose if he has to stir up heartache and quarrel.
Ko Jin-seok struggled to get out of Yeomwanggak with a calm face and ran up the mountain.
Go Jin-seok, who was climbing the mountain path in the middle of the day, encountered Taebaek Seonin and Yuktong Venerable Son who were descending the mountain just in time.
Seeing Ko Jin-seok running in a hurry, Taebaek Seonin asked.
"What's going on?"
“Gucheonnodo came to Yeomwanggak to attend the rite of Yeonjeokha.”
"hmm."
A quiet voice flowed from Taebaek's mouth.
'I don't know if it's okay to send Gucheonnodo to the yard where not only Baekduma-gun but also the Eight Emperors were bitten.'
I just had to send it back, but it bothered me that Gu Cheon-no-do was Yeon Jeok-ha's henchman.
Since the principal cares about Yeon Jeok-ha, he cares about everything.
As the sage Taebaek's worries grew longer, the venerable Yuktong spoke a word.
“What are you thinking about? Even the eight emperors have been bitten by the lord, but what a big deal is the gucheonnodo.”
"It's because he's the henchman of the jeokha. I don't know if the headmaster treats Yeonjeokha especially.”
“I hope you will allow me to observe the ceremony.”
“That is unknown.”
The Master Yuktong could not deny the words of Taebaek Seonin.
Considering the leader's generosity towards his rivals, it would not be surprising if anything happened.
After deliberation, the Taebaek sage decided to personally take the old sim and go up to the altar.
On the other hand, there was also a personal wish to check the progress of the ceremony.
Taebaek Seonin, who came down to Yeomwanggak at once, climbed the mountain again with old sim.
Taebaek Seonin, who was walking silently while looking straight ahead, asked in passing.
“By the way, since when did you go out with seniors?”
“It is from Obongsan. Why do you ask?”
“You don’t know about the Waryongjang days?”
“I have heard of Gongja-nim and know everything. Hehe, I see you have a question, but don’t spin around and ask him.”
The old sim of old man saw right through the inside of Taebaek Seonin.
Taebaek Seonin said with a shy expression.
“I heard that he was persecuted by the Yan clans. That’s why Samjang Bulrip also came out.”
"It did."
“I heard that the seed was different from the other Yeons of Waryongjang. Is it true?”
“Young Gongja has half-brothers.”
"if… … . no."
Taebaek Seonin was about to ask if he knew about his biological mother.
It's because I feel like I'm doing too disrespectful things to the teacher.
"fresh guy. The in-house manager was talking. Why do you wear things?”
Taebaek Seonin became furious at his mockery.
“Do you know who Confucius Yan’s birth mother is?”
"know."
“Who are you?”
"why? Do you think Yeon Gongja-nim could be the son of your religious leader?”
“What kind of bizarre thing is that? If you want to live, don't speak such nonsense again.”
“Hehe, rather fool the ghost, you bastard. I can hear the eyeballs rolling from here.”
“Don’t talk white. If you know your birth mother, tell me who it is.”
“Confucius Yeon’s biological mother… … .”
The pain in my heart only suffocated, but did not teach me to calm down.
He's not the kind of person who will kindly teach you who's curious, and he knows that the more misunderstood the famous religious leaders are, the more he'll be treated with respect.
***
Pungjisan Valley.
When Yeonjeokha was talking with the black goat, the Eighthwang Goddess fell from the air.
“What kind of stories do you enjoy so much?”
“Isn’t that funny?”
Yeon Jeok-ha replied coldly.
He was telling the goat, ‘You’re going to die soon.’ It couldn’t be funny.
"okay? It looked like fun.”
“Life is fun when seen from a distance, but they say life is miserable when seen up close. You can think of the atmosphere here as well.”
“It is miserable. Have you ever experienced misery?”
"well."
Yeonjeokha answered vaguely.
Why did he tell the story of his heart to an enemy, not an acquaintance?
Arm Hwangsinmo held out her hand to Yeonjeokha.
It means to ask for a line on which a goat is tied.
When Yeonjeokha handed her a line, she said as she walked slowly, dragging the goat.
“I lived happily with my family along the Baeksa River in the north of Chengdu, Sichuan Province. He was poor, but thanks to his hardworking father, he never went hungry. The mischievous younger brother was affectionate, and her youngest was a playful kid.”
“Hey, why is someone who grew up in such a harmonious family doing that now?”
In the middle of her romance, she murmured, 'I live a good life even though I was treated worse than a dog.'
Others called him 'Little Devil', but he thought of himself as 'kind'.
It is the result of saying that Namgungyeon and Simtong, after ten warlords, are nice when they open their mouths and have a soft heart.
“A pestilence circulated in the village and several people died every day. Our house was no exception. First the mother, then the father, the youngest son, and then the younger brother. I'm the one who buried the flies-covered bodies of my family members. The Baeksa Ha that I saw on the day I left the village was still beautiful.”
“… … .”
“I think you are right. Our house by the Baeksa River looks like a picture from a distance, but in reality it was miserable. I vowed to live up to the share of my dead family members.”
“Is that why immortality has become your goal in life?”
“I will not deny it. I am sorry that i sacrificed your wife. But since Geumsa wanted it, I couldn't help it either.”
He didn't say anything about linking up.
It was because I already knew the circumstances before and after hearing about it.
“Recently, I heard that a miscellaneous book called ‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon’ is being circulated upstream. It must be the work of the 10th matchmaker, right?”
"is it so? It's the first I've heard of it.”
Yeonjeokha tilted her head.
He had no chance to hear such news because he was in a hurry to and from Namgung's family.
It was a book that was returned to a famous religious leader in the name of ‘Bumcheon, the king of desires’, but it seems that Namgungyeon alone pursued some kind of work for her.
“I have no intention of blaming you for what I did to your wife. I don't want to make a fuss later. If you try to retrieve it, it will only backfire.”
Eighthwangsinmo hoped that 'Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon' would wander and be forgotten.
“I guess so.”
He nodded his head in suspense.
If they knew that the 'Eight Emperors' bloody death' had occurred because of that book, the people of the world would turn on the light in their eyes and attack.
“Have you ever read that book?”
"no?"
“Tsk tsk! Didn't you read it? It is the only book written about ‘Heaven of Kings’.”
“Who said that? Stop reading books and wield a sword during that time.”
“Tsk tsk! Who said such an ignorant thing! If you cross the wall of the body with a knife, the wall of enlightenment is possible with a book. If you don't open your head, you won't know the state beyond that for the rest of your life. Besides, isn't this the world you need to go to soon? They said, ‘If you are a keeper of knowledge, you will never fight.’”
Pal Hwangsinmo nagged at her as if she was teaching her disciple.
“Are you feeling sorry for me?”
Yeonjeokha stared at the Eighthwangsinmo.
Emotions, be it goodwill or hostility, are bound to be conveyed to the other person.
Hwangsinmo Pal, who was known for her cruelty, was soft in front of herself.
It was like that four months ago.
If he had worked with Geumsa that day, all the family members of Seokgyeongjang would have died.
Where is that?
When I was about to leave in anger, I did not retaliate, but rather tried to make myself understand.
She couldn't figure out why, but she could see in her eyes that she was still thinking about it.
She has cut the heads of more than a thousand monks so far, and now she is a witch who plans to cut the heads of another hundred thousand. Why is she so human to herself?
“Can that be? Just think of it as her witchy whim.”
"Ah, it's a whim."
Yeonjeokha nodded her head vigorously.
I heard it and it makes sense.
He's kind now, but the famous religious leader was someone who wouldn't be strange if he put a knife in his back right away.
Arm Hwangsinmo stood tall in the wide open space in front of the valley water and looked at her younger brother.
“‘Heaven of Kings’ is a world dominated by desire. Don’t forget the meaning behind the name ‘Bumcheonyokgye’.”
“A desire?”
“Yes, the world of beings who have not cast off their desires. Enlightenment is not only for good beings. Isn’t there even a distinction between good and evil in the Tao?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Even her optimistic partner, at this moment, reflected on her own ignorance.
Despite being a non-partisan secular disciple, the Eighthwangsinmo's words were very difficult.
“If it is a desire that cannot be cast off even after becoming a higher being, what is the size of it?”
“Is it too big?”
It's an unsure voice.
“If you thought ‘King’s Sky’ was a place similar to Mureungdowon, wake up from your dreams.”
“… … .”
The whole tone of the Eighthwangsinmo flowed into Yeonjeokha's ears as he quietly reflected on the meaning of the words.
―Is Mureungdowon the place ruled by a being like the Golden Temple?
