Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 9

Episode 9. Face to face with the religious leader (4)

Grumble.

Sweat ran down my forehead and moistened my eyes.

Woooooo!!

It felt like I was hearing tinnitus. The look in his eyes only changed once, but it was extremely cold, as if the warm spring breeze had suddenly turned into a cold winter breeze.

“So what I’m saying is…”

“I’m disappointed.”

Lee Cheon-sang spat out the drink and filled his glass.

Cheon Ha-jin screamed inwardly.

What do you think I did wrong? No, you just want to go out for a bit, right? And when someone speaks, please listen without interrupting!

All the words floating around in my head were things I couldn’t say out loud.

Cheon Ha-jin took a deep breath.

“Master.”

Lee Cheon-sang didn’t even look at him, but just slowly emptied the glass and poured it again.

“It seems like there is some misunderstanding….”

“Misunderstanding?”

Still an indifferent voice. I have no idea what this guy is thinking.

‘driving me crazy! ‘I can’t read your expression!’

Aside from that, he stopped talking like that, to the point where I couldn’t even open my mouth.

Still, I couldn’t stay still. Even though I was the one who set the tone, I can’t go back after pouring so much sweat into it.

Cheon Ha-jin rolled his eyes and continued to worry.

What do we do? You don’t seem extremely angry, but you don’t seem happy either. Well, there wasn’t a single word that could express joy.

Cheon Ha-jin, who was rolling rice like crazy for a moment, suddenly felt desperate.

‘…shit.’

I don’t fucking know.

Now the only answer is the regular method. He is clearly a man who hates talking in circles even more than a poisonous snake.

They even seem to have no doubt that their thoughts are right.

OK! I want to break up with this place! You are right! Admit it!

‘I’m just waiting to see if the governor will be able to get over this!’

Do you live your life once… twice… or three times?!

After all, this is a body that was broken once. There is nothing to be sad or afraid of if you die again.

“Master!”

A loud start.

Cheon Ha-jin raised his head.

“I am…!”

It was then.

Ugh!

‘…!!’

His body suddenly became stiff.

Lee Cheon-sang’s expression was as indifferent as before. It didn’t particularly radiate internal power or presence.

However, when Cheon Ha-jin looked into the eyes of the only demon god in the world, he felt his bones freezing.

Eyes filled with the flames of infinite hell.

The glow in the eyes of the Absolute was majestic, intimidating, and terrifying in itself.

There was a person there who had perfected himself without having to prove himself with useless words and actions. The moment when

the strongest demon of the time, who plays with the laws of all things and will set the sky on fire,

is about to devour the god of death who has not yet shed his human mask.

“…Oh, I’m not really trying to break off the relationship.”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes shone.

“What if?”

Cheon Ha-jin spoke in a whisper.

“I just want to get some fresh air.”

“….”

“I… it hasn’t been long since I got better. In the meantime, I also lost my martial arts skills.”

“Because?”

“It’s a bit complicated one way or another. This really made me try to get my mind together. “It wasn’t easy at all.”

“….”

“So, I was thinking about going out for a bit… so I came to ask for that. Yes, that’s right. “That’s it.”

“….”

“How could I possibly want to cut off ties with our school without realizing it? Ha ha! That cloth… Seoliang! I’m not going anywhere! Cancer.”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes narrowed.

There was a feeling of surprise in his eyes as he looked at his student, who was chattering like a sparrow.

“is it.”

“Yes, yes.”

“So, did you just want to see me so I could get permission to go out?”

…ah?

‘Holy shit.’

Cheon Ha-jin cursed his own simplicity.

If you think about it, it was truly absurd.

The reason for asking to meet the leader of the Heavenly Demon Church called Tenmanmajijon is nothing more than permission to go out?

No matter who hears it, they can’t help but be shocked. At the very least, he should have come with a more important reason than permission to go out.

This is why I said, “I’m going to break off the relationship.” Isolation would be enough as a reason for asking to meet with the leader of the Great Heavenly Demon Church.

‘Going out itself is an important reason for me!’

But does the other person think that’s important?

“…It’s been a while since I wanted to see Master John Ando.”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyebrows twitched.

It was the first change in facial expression, but Cheon Ha-jin had no time to notice it because he was chatting incessantly.

“It has come to this point, but isn’t there still a duty to be a disciple?

I haven’t been able to repay even one hundred percent of the favor I received, and I feel like I can’t even say hello to you on time, so it’s a burden on my heart…”

This is the step I’ve just given up on. Cheon Ha-jin tried to stimulate the other person’s emotions as much as possible.

They said that you can repay the money you owe, but you cannot repay the debt you owe. The human heart is so important.

Aren’t priests and priests also a relationship formed by heavenly principles, just like blood relatives?

I don’t know if this stone-faced gentleman has any feelings, but he said his disciple came because he wanted to see the master. How could he possibly be angry?

Pusssss.

The cup in Lee Cheon-sang’s hand turned into powder and scattered.

His expression was still indifferent, but the glowing glow in his eyes seemed to show his twisted judgment.

‘…Why are you angry?!’

Sigh!

The heavy air became hot.

“Did you say it is the duty of a disciple?”

“yes?”

“If you knew what to do, you shouldn’t have appeared in front of me with a body like that.”

Cheon Ha-jin opened his mouth wide.

I heard that a disciple who was revived by a knight came to say hello, but he doesn’t know the principles?

what? Am I weird? No, it’s because I really don’t know. Why is this so ignorant? Someone teach me!

Lee Cheon-sang stood up.

Coo!

It was scary when I was sitting down, but when I got up, it was truly as huge as Taisan.

He turned his back and spoke bluntly.

“I will send someone in three days.”

“…?”

three days? person?

“Go back.”

Go back? Go to your place?!

Cheon Ha-jin was dumbfounded.

Wait! So what happens to my request? Going out? Is it okay for me to just go out on my own? Would you really do that?

“Um…”

Lee Cheon-sang glanced at Cheon Ha-jin.

I’m crying!

For some reason, I felt angry at the silent glance.

When this guy said he would see you, he was just saying things that I could understand, right?

Is there no such thing as minimum consideration for others? Do you even know what the essence of conversation is? ok?!

Even though I look like this, I am a super expert who was considered one of the top ten experts in the world, so this is it!

Cheon Ha-jin stood up resolutely.

And then he politely folded his back.

“I’ll see you later.”

Let’s go back first.

* * *

“Did you call me, leader?”

“hmm.”

Lee Cheon-sang, who was sitting at the royal temple and received Mudam’s greeting, stood up.

Jump and jump.

Just walking can make people nervous.

Even Martial Arts, who was said to be no less powerful than the world’s top ten masters, felt his hair stand on end as Lee Cheon-sang approached.

Grrr.

Before we knew it, Lee Cheon-sang had moved next to the window, opened one of several bottles of alcohol, and filled his glass.

Mudam still held on to his fighting spirit.

“Come here.”

“yes.”

Mudam got up from his seat and approached Lee Cheon-sang with cautious steps.

Lee Cheon-sang held out his glass.

“Let’s have a drink.”

“Here comes the Emperor.”

Mudam politely received the glass, turned his head and emptied the glass, immediately took three steps back, then knelt down and bowed his head.

It is an attitude that is difficult to develop unless you have extreme respect for the other person. This was the attitude of Daehobeop towards gods who appeared in human bodies.

Lee Cheon-sang asked calmly.

“What happened to the third child?”

There was a look of puzzlement on Mudam’s face. In the meantime, Lee Cheon-sang rarely asked about his students.

I was curious, but it is the duty of one who serves God to keep curiosity in his heart.

“I recovered at my residence.”

“Is that simply all there is to it?”

“…yes.”

“Right.”

The indifference contained in the short answer still remained.

However, Mudam, who had served Lee Cheon-sang for decades, was able to find out. The current religious leader is a little different from usual.

It’s blasphemous to even dare to guess, but if I had to think about it…

‘Interesting?’

To whom? Could it be to the Three Dukes?

Mudam, who was inwardly tilting his head, was startled by Lee Cheon-sang’s words that came out a moment later.

“It was pretty good.”

“…?”

“I picked it up thinking it was an Imoogi, but it turned out to be a poisonous snake. So I was disappointed.”

“yes?”

“When I saw it again today, I saw that it was holding a female pearl in its snout.”

Mudam’s eyes wavered.

The corner of Lee Cheon-sang’s mouth slightly rose.

It was a very small movement, but the change in an expression that seemed to not change even after a thousand years was surprising.

Lee Cheon-sang recalled the time of Panmajeong.

The mysterious and amazing sight that the third child showed me.

‘Instead of moving away from the devil, I was ‘understanding’ death.’

Panmajeong.

It is not for nothing that the term ‘semen that distinguishes between demons’ is used.

The Jinbeop that surrounded it was the highest level of study maintained by the sect’s magic energy, which was a development of the ancient Jinjin with each generation.

Identify the hemp.

Demons are the objects brought in by the religious leader, and it is up to the religious leader and Jinbeop to determine it.

Since it was a Jinbeop maintained by the religious leader’s magic power, the owner of Panmajeong had to be the religious leader.

Panmajeong symbolizes the hearts of those who enter the camp.

Not only does it show not only the current state but also what one is pursuing, it also reveals part of the unconscious.

What if the target person is not liked by the religious leader?

What if even a single glimmer of life arises in the cult leader’s heart?

At that time, according to the will of the cult leader, a magical spirit called Panmajeong attacks the target. As soon as you truly feel the desire to kill, you destroy it brutally.

It is the best way to find out a person’s inner thoughts. However, it was not possible to keep Panmajeong open indefinitely.

The period during which Panmajeong could be reopened was a secret known only to the religious leader.

“Is the bamboo forest managed well?”

“yes? Ah yes! “We are appointing personnel from the defense court every two days to manage it.”

“What about casualties?”

“There are an average of five casualties per month, but fortunately there have been no deaths in the past four months.”

“You raised your kids well.”

Lee Cheon-sang emptied his glass and held it out to Mudam, who carefully filled his cup.

But Lee Cheon-sang was still holding out his glass.

“Let’s do it together.”

“yes?”

Lee Cheon-sang said no more.

Mudam filled his own glass as if he were grateful and then carefully lifted it up.

Sigh!

The sound of glasses clinking together was very beautiful.

One person emptied his glass refreshingly and the other politely.

“It’s a gift for your hard work.”

“Oh no! “It was something that had to be done.”

Mudam’s face was colored with passion. I had no idea that the church leader would even suggest a toast.

Neither the heavenly nectar nor the temptation of the state of the world could be sweeter than this. It was a gift I would never forget until the moment I died.

When he was drunk on the cult leader’s gift.

“Let’s bite the kids for a while.”

“…yes?”

After placing the cup, Lee Cheon-sang went up to the Taesa and sat down.

“I will send the third child to Gojukwon.”

Mudam’s face turned pale.

“To Gojukwon… you mean?”

He knew how important Gojukwon was to Protestantism.

And as important as it is, it is even more dangerous.

Lee Cheon-sang rested his chin.

Was it Mudam’s mistake to read the interest on his seemingly indifferent face?

“It’s a good place to get some fresh air.”