Chapter 783 - I will destroy all the shrines of the Nine Heavenly Maidens.
When Yeon Jeok-ha complained about her meal, Namgung-yeon smiled and said,
“It must be because the conduit’s meal times are fixed. It's our fault for coming late.”
“Are you not hungry? Should I eat something?”
“You have no appetite? I just want to be satisfied with one fleet.”
Then, he turned his gaze to the Yeon jeokha.
“Old Sim? Are not you hungry?"
“I will bring you something to eat.”
"this time?"
“Isn’t it said that if you are quick-witted, you can also get salted fish from the temple? Aren’t people the same wherever they live?”
“Hey, isn’t it normal enough for Jinin to take even the spirit stone in the midst of the chaos? Then I'll trust you. This time, don’t eat alone. Bring some.”
When Yan Zhihe brought up what had happened in Kuju, Shen Tong quickly left.
Then Namgungyeon said a word with her pitiful face.
“Don’t say too much about Old Sim. It's because I fell for Gwangmyeong Jincheon's trick.”
“I know that, but I warned you not to absorb the spirit energy because It is dangerous. Even so, you almost died while absorbing aura. If you don’t keep reminding me, I’ll get sick of being greedy again.”
Namgungyeon knew he wasn't trying to make fun of him, so she said no more.
***
Cheongseongsan Noh So-jeong.
noon the next day.
We headed to the open-air altar at the top of No So-jeong, where we were in a row.
As if the preparations for the ancestral rite had already been completed, more than ten Qingcheng sect Taoists were standing in a row in front of the altar.
A guru who had spotted him approached.
“Are you Master Yeon jeokha?”
"yes."
“Bindo is said to be a public duty, a disciple of Lee Dae-jung. He was commanded by Jang Mun-in to assist in the sacrifice of Lord Yeon Jang. Do you have any special preparations for the memorial service?”
"no."
“If so, shall we prepare with the ancestral rites we use during ancestral rites?”
"no. There is no need for a memorial service.”
“In that case, the sacrifice… … .”
“Give me a signal when it’s your turn to read the ancestral text. From then on, I will take care of it.”
"All right."
It was a bit strange for the master of public affairs, but he didn't say anything because it was the order of the master craftsman.
After a while, the Qingcheng practitioners began to recite incantations.
Some diligently went around burning incense, while others killed chickens and sprinkled the blood of evil spirits around the altar.
Finally, when the moment came to read the ancestral rite, the Gongmu Dosa turned his gaze to Yeonjeokha.
When it was his turn, he stood tall in front of the mating altar.
The incense from the ten incense burners enveloped the altar like a cloud.
It was quite plausible to look at, so it seemed that if there was a god, he would come down right away.
As the smell of incense wafted up to his nose, he frowned slightly.
'I can't believe that the gods like this smell.'
Hate the smell of incense, then Yeon jeokha hurriedly got out of luck.
“Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, who dwells high in Gucheon! You must be busy assisting Seongmowongun in Samcheong, but my disciple Yeon Jeok-ha has an important business and wants to see you! Please answer the call of a disciple!”
At his bizarre words, which were neither rites nor incantations, the Taoists of the Qhingcheng faction tilted their heads.
In particular, the civil affairs guru who was listening to the sound from close by glanced at the lower part of the line several times.
'It's strange. Why does Jeokha call himself a disciple of the sage of heaven?'
According to legend, the sage Gucheon once gave the emperor special teachings or free treasures.
Still, no one called Gucheon Hyeonnyeo her teacher.
However, when Yeon Jeok-ha, who made a name for himself as a little devil in Murim, suddenly boasted that he was a disciple of Hyeonnyeo Gucheon, I was stunned.
'Hmm! It's a sham rite with no ancestral rites. Do they just want rumours to spread that they held ancestral rites in the Qingcheng sect?'
No matter how I thought about it, there was no other reason.
Jang Mun-in said that he drew a line with Yeon Jeok-ha, but he seems to have to tell me to do it more clearly.
It wasn't just the idea of a government official.
At the open-air altar, the expressions of the Qingcheng faction masters who saw what Yeon Jeok-ha was doing were not good.
If there is a beginning, there is an end.
Yeonjeokha's bizarre ancestral rites ended soon.
As the silence of Yeonjeokha in front of the altar grew longer, the master of public affairs approached cautiously.
“Lord Kite?”
Then, as if Yeonjeokha asked him to leave, he pulled his hand back and patted him.
After grasping the meaning of the hand gesture, the master of public affairs quietly stepped back and joined the ranks of the incantator.
In the thick smoke, the incantation to purify the heavens and earth of the Taoists of the Qing Dynasty resounded.
I believed in my heart.
He said that as long as he performed the ancestral rites, the nine-heaven maiden would descend and respond.
However, after much effort, he recited the ancestral rite to call the wise woman of Gucheon, which he completed, but there is no response.
I stood there smelling the incense that I didn't want to smell for a full meal (about 30 minutes), but the result was the same.
Perhaps tired and trying to rest, the soft sound of an incantation from behind also fell silent.
He intuitively realized that waiting any longer was useless and turned away.
As if he had been waiting, the civil affairs master approached.
“Little master, would you like to finish this? If you are thinking of staying longer, we are going to withdraw first, is that okay?”
Gongmu guru stared at Yeonjeokha.
Sacrifices are also sacrificial rites, but as he skipped lunch, he did not want to participate in such a monstrous act.
“Let’s wrap up today.”
"yes."
The complexion of the master of public affairs brightened.
Jang Mun-in asked him to help with the ritual, so he had to stay when Yeon Jeok-ha caught him.
However, finishing the ancestral rites feels like a new energy is being filled in the white sea of the limbs.
The Qingcheng masters again began to retrieve the ritual tools that had been placed on the altar, one by one, while others chanted incantations as they each did.
After cleaning the area around the altar, the Qing cheng priests went down the mountain in a row.
Shimtong approached Yeonjeokha, who was standing awkwardly in front of the cleanly cleaned altar, and started talking to him.
“Confucius, have you met Gucheonhyeonnyeo?”
"no."
“There was no response at all?”
"uh."
The hesitant Shimtong was carefully removed.
“If so, how about raising Taeilcho in Cheonsadong, as the crazy old man said? Could it be that Gucheonhyeonnyeo is not willing to step out because it is too difficult for her to handle?”
Shimtong looked at the complexion of Yeonjeokha.
No matter how much Gucheon Hyeonnyeo is a god, it is not enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with her main gods, so this is what I tried.
"If you're busy, maybe. Even people don’t answer right away when someone calls.”
“Yeah, that’s right. It's not like there's only nine celestial maidens in the sky, so think about it too, Confucius.”
There are many gods in Taoism.
To be honest, from the point of view of Simtong, there was not much difference between Gucheonhyeonnyeo and Taeilsin.
“Old Sim.”
"yes?"
“People have to have a thing called trust. If I have decided to trust and rely on someone, I have to go to the end. It’s not like you swallow it if it’s sweet and spit it out if you use it.”
“When did I tell you to spit it out? You can swallow Gucheonhyeonnyeo and Taeilsin too.”
“Tsk tsk! That's why old man Sim can't be. A person must have integrity. Don't people listen to everything you ask for once? Wouldn’t it be nice if someone else didn’t listen to my request right away?”
“Who doesn't know? I'm telling you this because you don't know when your mother-in-law will give birth. What are you going to do if you are clinging to Gucheon Hyeonnyeo and her mother-in-law suddenly gives birth?”
“Sometimes people have to risk everything. Don’t you know the saying Baekcheok Gandu Jin Ilbo ?
“What is it?”
“I mean in the temple. At the end of the 100-cheok (about 30 meters) pole, they said they had to go one step further. It means to go one step further from what you did your best at the moment of desperation. But I've only had one ancestral rite. I haven't even reached 100 feet yet, so you're telling me to change shoes already?"
“That’s something only people who aren’t in a hurry to say. How many times do you count on running out of time? If it were me, I would have rushed to Cheonsa-dong and offered Taeilcho.”
It wasn't a particularly wrong point, so I didn't say anything about it.
Why didn't you think of yourself like that?
However, he did not want to go to another god, leaving behind Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, who looked just like Namgungyeon.
It somehow crossed her distrust of Namgungyeon, and it felt like he was betraying her.
But I couldn't tell Simtong what I was feeling.
It's because there's no way the Shimtong can accept something he can't understand - he only knows what's right in front of him.
After a while, I returned to the detached palace of Sangcheong Palace with a Shimtong.
For Namgung-yeon, who was unable to go down to the restaurant, Dodong brought meals.
After finishing the meal, I asked the midwife who was with yeon with me a few things and headed back to the open-air altar.
The Cheongseongpa did not come up to the open-air altar, probably because they were planning to hold a ancestral rite once a day.
Looking around the empty altar, then Shimtong said softly.
“Confucius, how can we summon the Qingcheng faction masters when the altar is empty?”
“Leave it. It doesn't matter what they do.”
“Then will you do it alone?”
“Old Shim, do you know the ‘Jeongcheonji Divine Liturgy’?”
“You don’t know?”
“Do you know of any spells?”
"doesn't exist. A swordsman knows spells and uses them for what?”
“I am a fool for asking old Sim. Just go to a master craftsman or someone and get some materials to make an amulet.”
“Are you going to play drums and janggu by yourself?”
“You have to try as far as you can. Come on.”
"yes… … .”
I went down the mountain with a sad face.
Standing in front of the altar left alone, he raised his arms high and shouted loudly.
“Gucheonhyeon-nim! You must be busy saving the world, but I have something to say, so come see me! If Gucheon Hyeonnyeo doesn't come, she tells Taeil God that she has to stay called Taeilcho! If you don't want to turn me into a man without loyalty, what can you say!”
wheein-.
Instead of answering, the cold wind of late autumn brushed the mountaintop indifferently.
he called the name of the sage of the Nine Heavens to make her rival hoarse.
he said that if Gucheon Hyeonyeo didn't answer at all, she had to run to Cheonsa-dong even for the sake of her baby.
But he didn't want to do that, and he hoped and hoped that her nine-cheon sage would descend from her.
When a hoarse voice came out of his throat, then Shimtong returned.
“Gongja. I have been looking for materials.”
“Oh, put it down there.”
Simtong was startled by the split voice of Yeonjeokha, but didn't say anything.
Simtong displayed materials such as goehwangji, brushes, and injections on a flat rock in front of the altar.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who approached with a deliberately indifferent expression, drew the talisman of the exorcist.
“When I was in the Dragon Palace, I wanted to learn something like this and use it somewhere, but I have something to write about?”
“That’s why they say it’s good to learn anything.”
Then old sim gave a moderate cheer.
He seemed calm, but he could tell how nervous Yeonjeokha was just by hearing his voice.
Jizoni made a fuss about trust, but if Gucheonhyeonnyeo finally doesn't respond, he will run to Cheonsadong.
Because he himself knew that, it would have been to call out to the wise woman of the Nine Heavens to make her hoarse.
shimtong, sighing, raised his head to the sky above the altar.
‘Gucheonhyeonnyeo, please answer our Confucius’ call with something. If it's something Gucheon Hyeonnyeo can't do, can't she ask Taeilshin to visit her? Surely you don't mean to make sure others can't eat what I can't eat, right? Then, if something bad happens to our Confucius's baby, I will destroy all the shrines of the Nine Heavenly Maidens in Jianghu. You know!'
As the Shimtong gnashed at the boiling emotion, Yeonjeokha glanced back.
“Are you dissatisfied with me? Why are you straining your eyes so much? I’m afraid, so where can I draw an amulet?”
Chapter 783 - I will destroy all the shrines of the Nine Heavenly Maidens.
When Yeon Jeok-ha complained about her meal, Namgung-yeon smiled and said,
“It must be because the conduit’s meal times are fixed. It's our fault for coming late.”
“Are you not hungry? Should I eat something?”
“You have no appetite? I just want to be satisfied with one fleet.”
Then, he turned his gaze to the Yeon jeokha.
“Old Sim? Are not you hungry?"
“I will bring you something to eat.”
"this time?"
“Isn’t it said that if you are quick-witted, you can also get salted fish from the temple? Aren’t people the same wherever they live?”
“Hey, isn’t it normal enough for Jinin to take even the spirit stone in the midst of the chaos? Then I'll trust you. This time, don’t eat alone. Bring some.”
When Yan Zhihe brought up what had happened in Kuju, Shen Tong quickly left.
Then Namgungyeon said a word with her pitiful face.
“Don’t say too much about Old Sim. It's because I fell for Gwangmyeong Jincheon's trick.”
“I know that, but I warned you not to absorb the spirit energy because It is dangerous. Even so, you almost died while absorbing aura. If you don’t keep reminding me, I’ll get sick of being greedy again.”
Namgungyeon knew he wasn't trying to make fun of him, so she said no more.
***
Cheongseongsan Noh So-jeong.
noon the next day.
We headed to the open-air altar at the top of No So-jeong, where we were in a row.
As if the preparations for the ancestral rite had already been completed, more than ten Qingcheng sect Taoists were standing in a row in front of the altar.
A guru who had spotted him approached.
“Are you Master Yeon jeokha?”
"yes."
“Bindo is said to be a public duty, a disciple of Lee Dae-jung. He was commanded by Jang Mun-in to assist in the sacrifice of Lord Yeon Jang. Do you have any special preparations for the memorial service?”
"no."
“If so, shall we prepare with the ancestral rites we use during ancestral rites?”
"no. There is no need for a memorial service.”
“In that case, the sacrifice… … .”
“Give me a signal when it’s your turn to read the ancestral text. From then on, I will take care of it.”
"All right."
It was a bit strange for the master of public affairs, but he didn't say anything because it was the order of the master craftsman.
After a while, the Qingcheng practitioners began to recite incantations.
Some diligently went around burning incense, while others killed chickens and sprinkled the blood of evil spirits around the altar.
Finally, when the moment came to read the ancestral rite, the Gongmu Dosa turned his gaze to Yeonjeokha.
When it was his turn, he stood tall in front of the mating altar.
The incense from the ten incense burners enveloped the altar like a cloud.
It was quite plausible to look at, so it seemed that if there was a god, he would come down right away.
As the smell of incense wafted up to his nose, he frowned slightly.
'I can't believe that the gods like this smell.'
Hate the smell of incense, then Yeon jeokha hurriedly got out of luck.
“Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, who dwells high in Gucheon! You must be busy assisting Seongmowongun in Samcheong, but my disciple Yeon Jeok-ha has an important business and wants to see you! Please answer the call of a disciple!”
At his bizarre words, which were neither rites nor incantations, the Taoists of the Qhingcheng faction tilted their heads.
In particular, the civil affairs guru who was listening to the sound from close by glanced at the lower part of the line several times.
'It's strange. Why does Jeokha call himself a disciple of the sage of heaven?'
According to legend, the sage Gucheon once gave the emperor special teachings or free treasures.
Still, no one called Gucheon Hyeonnyeo her teacher.
However, when Yeon Jeok-ha, who made a name for himself as a little devil in Murim, suddenly boasted that he was a disciple of Hyeonnyeo Gucheon, I was stunned.
'Hmm! It's a sham rite with no ancestral rites. Do they just want rumours to spread that they held ancestral rites in the Qingcheng sect?'
No matter how I thought about it, there was no other reason.
Jang Mun-in said that he drew a line with Yeon Jeok-ha, but he seems to have to tell me to do it more clearly.
It wasn't just the idea of a government official.
At the open-air altar, the expressions of the Qingcheng faction masters who saw what Yeon Jeok-ha was doing were not good.
If there is a beginning, there is an end.
Yeonjeokha's bizarre ancestral rites ended soon.
As the silence of Yeonjeokha in front of the altar grew longer, the master of public affairs approached cautiously.
“Lord Kite?”
Then, as if Yeonjeokha asked him to leave, he pulled his hand back and patted him.
After grasping the meaning of the hand gesture, the master of public affairs quietly stepped back and joined the ranks of the incantator.
In the thick smoke, the incantation to purify the heavens and earth of the Taoists of the Qing Dynasty resounded.
I believed in my heart.
He said that as long as he performed the ancestral rites, the nine-heaven maiden would descend and respond.
However, after much effort, he recited the ancestral rite to call the wise woman of Gucheon, which he completed, but there is no response.
I stood there smelling the incense that I didn't want to smell for a full meal (about 30 minutes), but the result was the same.
Perhaps tired and trying to rest, the soft sound of an incantation from behind also fell silent.
He intuitively realized that waiting any longer was useless and turned away.
As if he had been waiting, the civil affairs master approached.
“Little master, would you like to finish this? If you are thinking of staying longer, we are going to withdraw first, is that okay?”
Gongmu guru stared at Yeonjeokha.
Sacrifices are also sacrificial rites, but as he skipped lunch, he did not want to participate in such a monstrous act.
“Let’s wrap up today.”
"yes."
The complexion of the master of public affairs brightened.
Jang Mun-in asked him to help with the ritual, so he had to stay when Yeon Jeok-ha caught him.
However, finishing the ancestral rites feels like a new energy is being filled in the white sea of the limbs.
The Qingcheng masters again began to retrieve the ritual tools that had been placed on the altar, one by one, while others chanted incantations as they each did.
After cleaning the area around the altar, the Qing cheng priests went down the mountain in a row.
Shimtong approached Yeonjeokha, who was standing awkwardly in front of the cleanly cleaned altar, and started talking to him.
“Confucius, have you met Gucheonhyeonnyeo?”
"no."
“There was no response at all?”
"uh."
The hesitant Shimtong was carefully removed.
“If so, how about raising Taeilcho in Cheonsadong, as the crazy old man said? Could it be that Gucheonhyeonnyeo is not willing to step out because it is too difficult for her to handle?”
Shimtong looked at the complexion of Yeonjeokha.
No matter how much Gucheon Hyeonnyeo is a god, it is not enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with her main gods, so this is what I tried.
"If you're busy, maybe. Even people don’t answer right away when someone calls.”
“Yeah, that’s right. It's not like there's only nine celestial maidens in the sky, so think about it too, Confucius.”
There are many gods in Taoism.
To be honest, from the point of view of Simtong, there was not much difference between Gucheonhyeonnyeo and Taeilsin.
“Old Sim.”
"yes?"
“People have to have a thing called trust. If I have decided to trust and rely on someone, I have to go to the end. It’s not like you swallow it if it’s sweet and spit it out if you use it.”
“When did I tell you to spit it out? You can swallow Gucheonhyeonnyeo and Taeilsin too.”
“Tsk tsk! That's why old man Sim can't be. A person must have integrity. Don't people listen to everything you ask for once? Wouldn’t it be nice if someone else didn’t listen to my request right away?”
“Who doesn't know? I'm telling you this because you don't know when your mother-in-law will give birth. What are you going to do if you are clinging to Gucheon Hyeonnyeo and her mother-in-law suddenly gives birth?”
“Sometimes people have to risk everything. Don’t you know the saying Baekcheok Gandu Jin Ilbo ?
“What is it?”
“I mean in the temple. At the end of the 100-cheok (about 30 meters) pole, they said they had to go one step further. It means to go one step further from what you did your best at the moment of desperation. But I've only had one ancestral rite. I haven't even reached 100 feet yet, so you're telling me to change shoes already?"
“That’s something only people who aren’t in a hurry to say. How many times do you count on running out of time? If it were me, I would have rushed to Cheonsa-dong and offered Taeilcho.”
It wasn't a particularly wrong point, so I didn't say anything about it.
Why didn't you think of yourself like that?
However, he did not want to go to another god, leaving behind Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, who looked just like Namgungyeon.
It somehow crossed her distrust of Namgungyeon, and it felt like he was betraying her.
But I couldn't tell Simtong what I was feeling.
It's because there's no way the Shimtong can accept something he can't understand - he only knows what's right in front of him.
After a while, I returned to the detached palace of Sangcheong Palace with a Shimtong.
For Namgung-yeon, who was unable to go down to the restaurant, Dodong brought meals.
After finishing the meal, I asked the midwife who was with yeon with me a few things and headed back to the open-air altar.
The Cheongseongpa did not come up to the open-air altar, probably because they were planning to hold a ancestral rite once a day.
Looking around the empty altar, then Shimtong said softly.
“Confucius, how can we summon the Qingcheng faction masters when the altar is empty?”
“Leave it. It doesn't matter what they do.”
“Then will you do it alone?”
“Old Shim, do you know the ‘Jeongcheonji Divine Liturgy’?”
“You don’t know?”
“Do you know of any spells?”
"doesn't exist. A swordsman knows spells and uses them for what?”
“I am a fool for asking old Sim. Just go to a master craftsman or someone and get some materials to make an amulet.”
“Are you going to play drums and janggu by yourself?”
“You have to try as far as you can. Come on.”
"yes… … .”
I went down the mountain with a sad face.
Standing in front of the altar left alone, he raised his arms high and shouted loudly.
“Gucheonhyeon-nim! You must be busy saving the world, but I have something to say, so come see me! If Gucheon Hyeonnyeo doesn't come, she tells Taeil God that she has to stay called Taeilcho! If you don't want to turn me into a man without loyalty, what can you say!”
wheein-.
Instead of answering, the cold wind of late autumn brushed the mountaintop indifferently.
he called the name of the sage of the Nine Heavens to make her rival hoarse.
he said that if Gucheon Hyeonyeo didn't answer at all, she had to run to Cheonsa-dong even for the sake of her baby.
But he didn't want to do that, and he hoped and hoped that her nine-cheon sage would descend from her.
When a hoarse voice came out of his throat, then Shimtong returned.
“Gongja. I have been looking for materials.”
“Oh, put it down there.”
Simtong was startled by the split voice of Yeonjeokha, but didn't say anything.
Simtong displayed materials such as goehwangji, brushes, and injections on a flat rock in front of the altar.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who approached with a deliberately indifferent expression, drew the talisman of the exorcist.
“When I was in the Dragon Palace, I wanted to learn something like this and use it somewhere, but I have something to write about?”
“That’s why they say it’s good to learn anything.”
Then old sim gave a moderate cheer.
He seemed calm, but he could tell how nervous Yeonjeokha was just by hearing his voice.
Jizoni made a fuss about trust, but if Gucheonhyeonnyeo finally doesn't respond, he will run to Cheonsadong.
Because he himself knew that, it would have been to call out to the wise woman of the Nine Heavens to make her hoarse.
shimtong, sighing, raised his head to the sky above the altar.
‘Gucheonhyeonnyeo, please answer our Confucius’ call with something. If it's something Gucheon Hyeonnyeo can't do, can't she ask Taeilshin to visit her? Surely you don't mean to make sure others can't eat what I can't eat, right? Then, if something bad happens to our Confucius's baby, I will destroy all the shrines of the Nine Heavenly Maidens in Jianghu. You know!'
As the Shimtong gnashed at the boiling emotion, Yeonjeokha glanced back.
“Are you dissatisfied with me? Why are you straining your eyes so much? I’m afraid, so where can I draw an amulet?”
