Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 1018

Episode 1018

The smile he made with his hands full of blood and his face splattered with blood was both creepy and beautiful.

“It’s been a while since I saw you, head of the family. And my lord. “This is something I didn’t expect, so please forgive me and I won’t forget your kindness.”

Sima Xuan then showed his power.

“Tsk tsk. “Please don’t say that to Incineroar… Is this what you mean?”

Sima Hyeon just looked at Dokgo Junghu’s words with a still smile on his face.

“Anyway… Why would Sogakju accept someone like you as a sworn brother… If he hadn’t, there’s no way the head of the rebirth family would have been alive.

good night. I will look at the head of the Sima clan and grant his request. Let’s go.”

“yes. “Head of the family.”

Dokgo Junghu throws his body away.

Wang Caibai looked at Sima Xuan for a moment and then followed him.

Sima Xuan looked at the backs of the two and whistled softly.

Then, a few Jumsoi that looked ordinary no matter how you looked at them came out of the store.

Strangely, the lower part of the ear is a slightly different color.

It means hiding the face with a bast mask.

and.

Grrr-

A small breathing sound that cannot be made with human vocal cords came out.

He seemed a little excited when he saw the corpse.

Goeeoin.

When non-humans flowed into Haomun, they were also mixed in.

Like the monster tribe we fought last time, there are places that are hostile to humans and need to eat humans for religious reasons, but surprisingly, there are also tribes that have common sense and are willing to trade.

‘It’s a very small number compared to the total.’

Of course, that doesn’t mean this tribe doesn’t kill people.

The difference is whether they worship evil spirits like the last tribe and kill humans because they see them as food, or because they see them as competitors for survival.

In the end, most monster fish kill people.

However, that was not that important to Sima Hyeon.

After all, among the four factions controlled by Sima Xuan, there is no one who doesn’t commit murder.

In this powerhouse, if you have to decide your subordinates based on whether or not they commit murder, you have to live alone.

And isn’t he the greatest murderer that the powerful guys are already pointing fingers at because they are crazy about money?

‘I don’t really care as long as I don’t eat it. ‘Because Geumhyeolbang Black Spot does not treat human meat~’

Food hygiene is an important matter.

A guy who eats people can’t be a ‘friend’.

What is important is whether the conversation works.

Do you not touch the common people?

Can you keep the laws set by Sima Xuan?

And does it make money?

Is there a capitalist desire?

They also have their own currency system, and as long as they desire currency, they will go to the golden blood bank.

‘The Goi people still don’t know much about finance.’

They desire money but are ignorant.

Traditionally, the way these tribes obtain money is by raiding merchants and exploiting their wealth.

It’s very primitive. Isn’t this the method only used by Safa black swordsmen?

‘Of course, human blacks are also primitive.’

If so, wouldn’t there be some ground to dig into?

It’s still a secret from my brother.

Commissioner Yoo came down to the village and encountered them a few times, but he seemed to know that monster fish have a lot of common sense and do not eat humans, so he left with only a warning.

An unidentified monster that guards Baekrin’s Pavilion.

Fortunately, the ‘monster’ who guards Baekrin’s Pavilion is indifferent as long as the rules are followed.

The problem is that the moment you exceed that rule, there is no mercy whatsoever.

“Put it away. “I can’t see you.”

“Okay!”

The hand that removed the body was so quick that it was almost like spraying water.

Eventually, there was no trace of blood left.

Sima Hyeon smiles lazily and hums as he heads outside.

Ode to Joy.

I remembered my older brother Jin Cheon-hee humming in the past.

It was a note that one would want to sing on the day someone was killed like this.

* * *

“Amitabha Buddha. It’s been a while since I last saw you, Jegal Siju. “I congratulate you on having crossed the border and become closer to liberation.”

Master Wonseon, a divine monk.

He is the chief monk of Shaolin Temple and an old monk who is also a member of the Murim Alliance.

It is not included in the top ten masters or the top sixteen masters.

The reason is nothing special.

Because almost no one has seen this old monk fight.

That is the same reason why Jegalin is not included in the top sixteen strong masters.

“Please feel free to speak. Ambassador. “This is difficult for Zhuge Mo to handle.”

Zegalin responded with a deep smile.

“Hehehehe. “What can I do other than deal with this old man?”

“How can a person who can compete with the three gods of the world compete with him?”

After Zegalin reached a transcendental state, he was able to see the world from a different perspective than ordinary people.

It was thanks to the supernormal abilities of the Five Elements Divine Practice, the divine nature of the Hyeonwon Jeondan Divine Practice, and the sensitive, even strange, sense of the nine syllables.

“Isn’t that the same for Zhuge Xiu?”

An old monk sitting in zazen with a smile.

He is small in stature and his body is aged and dwarfed.

However, in Zhuge Lin’s senses, the old monk felt like an incarnation of Buddha.

The color and feeling of Buddhist Naejingi are completely different from other martial arts.

Isn’t the inner skill of Millennium Shaolin the most solid, quiet, and unwavering among all martial arts?

The sum total of Shaolin’s martial arts skills is before your eyes.

“Do you know why Bin Sheng called someone from the Zhuge family?”

“….”

Zhugelin does not answer with half-hearted eyes.

At that time, Ambassador Shin Seung Wonseon threw the teacup he was holding.

Peeing!

‘If I get it wrong, I’ll die.’

As Zhugelin thought so, he instantly realized the mysterious state of the teacup.

‘Ah, you have reached the Tao.’

What is inside the teacup is undoubtedly the state of the world.

Shinseung was asking if Zhugelin could receive this teacup.

Zhugelin stretches out his hand.

Since this is a teacup that has reached the path of enlightenment, it does not contain ordinary power. If you don’t receive it, your body will be torn to pieces and you will die.

How dare you just write something like this as a question and answer.

‘You’re still a weirdo.’

Zhugelin’s sleeves puffed up slightly, as if caught by a breeze.

Shinseung’s eyebrows twitch slightly as he looks at Jegalin.

‘Can the Blood Kirin really receive this cup?’

widely.

Zhugelin stretches out his hand. It was strange.

It takes a lot of endurance to take down such a strong teacup.

However, strangely, the teacup slows down and slows down on its own, as if nature were helping Zhuge Lin.

intention.

With just the thought of stopping, the teacup gently spins in front of Zhugelin and is eventually sucked into Zhugelin’s grasp.

Zhugelin took the teacup and gently took a sip to his mouth.

“It smells good.”

“Do you like Shaolin tea?”

Ambassador Shin Seung and Wonseon chuckled.

Jegalin looks at him like that.

It truly looks like a living Buddha.

To the naked eye, he is just a small old monk, but when he closes his eyes and looks at it with his sixth sense and energy, he looks like a Buddha statue that fills the room where the head monk of the Shaolin Temple resides.

A benevolent statue of Buddha with golden radiance.

It was like that.

Just as Zegalin reached that point.

Master Wonseon had also already reached the state of enlightenment.

Why has no one ever seen him fight?

Why wasn’t his inaction known?

why?

The chief priest of Thousand Year Shaolin.

Was nothing known?

That’s because he didn’t want to.

And facing Master Yuanxian like that, Zhugelin knew that it would be difficult to defeat him.

It’s hard to lose, but it’s also hard to win.

That was the level of inaction achieved by Master Wonseon.

“Isn’t that the same for Zhuge Xiu?”

“I’ve just passed the gate, so there’s still a long way to go. But… Ambassador Wonseon, was there any reason for you to call me?”

The heavenly energy has now dispersed and disappeared.

Even those who reached the provincial level were able to run wild to their heart’s content.

Zegalin is still cautious though.

Ambassador Shin Seung and Wonseon probably do not need to do that.

Master Wonseon alone would be enough to deal with the evil natures that are said to have been locked underground in Shaolin for a thousand years.

“They too can atone and be liberated. “It’s for him.”

“well. “I don’t know who they are, but just looking at them being locked up in the Shaolin Temple’s penance hall, if their sins and karma are mountainous, is there any need to give them a chance?”

“Jecheon Daeseong Son Wukong also accumulated sinful karma, and his sworn brothers Jeo Pal-gye and Sao-jeong also accumulated sinful karma, but didn’t they reform and become good? “I think they deserve that opportunity too.”

“well. “I don’t know if the resentment and resentment of those who were harmed by them will tolerate him.”

“It could be Zhuge Xizu’s ruin.”

“Jegal Mo has not yet been able to confirm whether it is right to escape from the five passions and achieve liberation.”

Ambassador Wonseon smiles with a kind face.

“It is said that color is the same as emptiness and emptiness is also the same as color. Do you know that the same thing applies to receiving ideas? “Deception is like this.”

Jegalin laughed bitterly at Ambassador Wonseon’s words.

“It’s a phrase from the Heart Sutra. However. That does not seem to be the way of man.”

“How can you say that it is not the path of man?”

“In the end, if humans abandon everything they were born with and become liberated. Is it human? Or something other than human?”

“That too is a person. And that, too, is human.”

“so. “Is a liberated being really better?”

Ambassador Wonseon did not speak for a moment.

He entered the Buddhist monastery and practiced the teachings of Buddha.

As a result, the most ‘un-human’ person was asking the monk who had lived with the goal of becoming a Buddha and achieving liberation.

Are liberated beings really human?

And are such people really good?

“Indeed… Zhuge Siju is amazing.”

More than anyone else.

A person who does not look like a human and is not human.

Nevertheless, his roots are still human, and he has people who love humans as his disciples.

Those are the few pieces of humanity left to Zhugelin.

Maybe it’s because he’s that kind of person that he can ask these questions.

“The standard of good and bad is different for each person. Even if Buddha is great, it cannot be good for me. “Like those who belong to the Sun Moon God Church and the scum who follow the blood line.”

“I guess so. Justice takes on different forms… Huh. This old monk may still be looking at delusion and color. However, even so, the original monk only follows the teachings of the Buddha…

I hope that Zhuge Xiu will repair the true teachings of Chahui-dong.”

But the old monk is still smiling.

Just like Buddha.

“With this, all the silver and circles of the past will be eliminated. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

A silver coin that Zhugelin received from Shaolin in the past.

Although it is different from what Shaman Quanje left behind, Shaolin also left something to Zhugelin.

The white giraffe does not forget benevolence as much as grievance.

“The main monk and the head office have never given you silver or won in the past.”

Looking at the old monk’s grinning face, Zhugelin let out a laugh.

“But I got the silver and I got the won. Let’s just count that as calculated.”

An old business that his disciple Jin Cheon-hee does not know about.

“Do whatever you want.”

Zegalin bowed slightly and stood up.

“Mahavanya Paramita Sutra Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva Acting Mind Prajna Paramita Sutra….”

The chanting of the Heart Sutra began with the sound of a moktak.

Zhugelin left the chanting of the sutra behind and left the abbot’s room.

Then, with guidance, we head to the depths of Shaolin Temple.

A small rocky mound inside a forest of trees.

As I stood in front of it, I could feel the creepy demonic energy and evil energy flowing out of me.

What exactly are trapped within this?

Would it be possible to get one or two of those in return for repairing the chamhoe-dong?

Zegalin’s eyes, beyond the pupils, began to turn bright blue.

And those eyes began to see through the true nature of the repentance-dong and beyond.

“?!”

At that moment, Zegalin’s eyes widen slightly.

“It’s going interestingly. I didn’t think there would be traces of the founder of the faction here….”

‘Did you realize the essence of the confession just by looking at it!’

‘What genius.’

All of the Shaolin monks’ fur stood up as they looked at Zhuge Lin like that.

At that moment, a scream rings out from Chamhoe-dong.

Kwaaaaang–!

It is unclear what the things in the chamhoe-dong are, but that alone causes the monks to cough up blood and collapse.

A crossroads between life and death.

Zegalin’s silver hair unravels like a skein of thread.

Then, an eerie thought rose up around him.

“I guess I’ll have to hurry if I want to give something nice to Hee.”

His thunder-naked disciple.

A lawmaker who loves people.

Depending on the man’s intentions, the color of the world changes into emptiness.