Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 294

Episode 294. Mother, unity and offering are different.

Recently, free apprenticeship Jang Mu-deok and Kunlun Sam-seon quickly became close. For Jang Moo-deok, who was immersed in life’s futility, Kunlun Sam-seon, who was similar in age, was a good companion.

It is the same with Kunlun Samseon.

Jang Moo-deok’s advice was a great help to them who were dark in their Kangho situation.

Taeryeong, who was watching the commotion, carefully asked.

“Are the Zhang Daqiao Twelve Horses originally like that?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I think his words and actions are light compared to his fame.”

“That is not true. The Twelve Demons are Madou who predominate in Japan. It’s in front of the practitioner, so I’m just saving myself.”

“That’s not just a sarcasm, it’s almost a servant…”

“It’s not like it’s more because there are sins committed. It is said that Pacheon Demon-kun did not take women by force after Heuksu-seon was born. This time, it seems that the ghosts have overreacted.”

“Excessive demand?”

“Since he forcibly raped a woman, he said he didn’t know how the Demon Lord would turn out. Don’t you know if it was before? Now, Pacheon Demon-kun has changed a lot too.”

“Would a senior practitioner really kill ghosts?”

“I don’t know.”

Jang Moo-duk was also curious about it.

He had a vicious hand with a rival, but he wasn’t someone who would kill easily. But looking at what he’s done to those two, it’s hard to say no.

“You ask me to kill you, but your hand is on the hilt? You want to try it with me?”

At Yeonjeokha’s words, Gwiyeongja-kun hurriedly shook his head.

“no. It’s just a habit.”

Even as he said that, Ghost Hunter’s hand was resting near the handle of the sword.

If the need arises, he is ready to kick the sword.

“That’s a bad hand habit. If you want to die, you have to stretch your neck, don’t you?”

Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha took a step closer to Gwiyoungja.

The ghost reflexively took a step back.

“Where are you going? I want you to kill me.”

‘It’s a fucking joke.’

The ghost’s face was distorted.

I thought he would compromise if he went strong, but he was ready to kill his rivals.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts ran through my head.

The last thing he remembered was the ‘life and death decision’ he had been wearing as a habit.

‘Should I try it?’

His eyes flashed.

In fact, he has never seen Yeon Jeok-ha’s inaction.

Although the Yin Feng Myogun was defeated by Yeon Jeok He, the Yin Feng Myogun was under him.

Killing the Twelve Horsemen was something even magicians could do if they had a proper law.

For some reason, I didn’t think that I was going to break with him one-sidedly.

That’s the moment he thought ‘it’s worth a try’.

Even Hyuk Moo-chun, the horse of the mountain, ran up with a white face, threw his head on the ground, and shouted.

“oh my! Gun Patrol! Be generous!”

“what? Why are you so soggy…”

Yeonjeokha’s words were not even finished.

Gwiyoungja-kun, who was looking for an opportunity, finally drew his sword and cut his lower body.

Shugak-.

Everyone who was watching thought that a serial enemy had been attacked.

It was because I didn’t know that the Ghost Army, who asked to be killed, would make a brazen surprise attack.

However, Ghost Army’s sword cut through the air in vain.

His body flew backwards – as if someone pulled him from behind.

Seeing that both hands were attached to his sides, it seemed that he had unwittingly opened his secret alms.

The Paljuryeong was glimpsed through the gap in the top cut off at the tip of the sword.

“Fuck! It’s a surprise!”

Along with cursing, he hurriedly groped his chest.

In the middle of the Paljuryeong, a long vertical scar was touched.

It seems that the bones were not cut, but the Paljuryeong made a strange sound as it was scratched.

Gwi Youngja-kun did not catch up with the enemy even though the sword missed.

This is because the distance between him and himself has spread as much as five chapters (about 15 meters).

‘crazy! What kind of step is that?’

Looking at the distance that had spread in an instant, it was a speed that could be called heterogeneous.

In any case, the Yeonhwan attack is over the water.

Gwiyoungja-kun pointed at the enemy enemy with the tip of his sword and said.

“Like! You insulted me, the chief disciple and watchman of the head of the household. That is tantamount to scorning the head of the household. After that, the Twelve Demons…”

“Fuck!”

After Gwi Youngja-kun stopped talking, Yeonjeokha ran forward.

Subsequently, the swords of Yeonjeokha and Gwiyeongja-kun were quickly intertwined.

Cha-cha-cha-.

Youngja-kun frantically removed the sword that came like a typhoon.

I didn’t even have time to think about how fast and ruthless it was.

Zeng-.

With a loud sound, Ghost Warrior’s body was pushed back three or four steps.

The ghost shrugged his shoulders and exhaled vigorously.

“Hey!”

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my hand, and when I looked down, it was torn.

I thought the power of the sword under the enemy was strong, but I didn’t expect it to be this much!

Before he could catch his breath, Yeonjeokha closed the distance.

His mouth was closed like a clam.

Unlike myself, it means that I still have room in my stamina.

‘How can a young bastard’s gongpower…’

Maybe it’s because he forcibly squeezed out even the strength he didn’t have, and suddenly he felt tired.

At that time, Yeonjeokha leaped into the air and raised his sword.

‘Die.’

Not only did he dare to strike back, he didn’t have the confidence to run away from the tip of the sword.

Iron flip.

“Save me! A useless body! I will serve you with all my might!”

The Ghost Army did five body fighting exercises.

After that, the serial enemy fell sharply in front of him.

“Are you kidding me? You cut me first, so what?”

“I have committed a mortal sin! Killing a lowly guy like me would only damage the gun ranger’s reputation! Think of the benevolent General Patrol as the right choice, and give me one chance!”

thud. thud. thud.

Youngja-kun hit his head on the ground until his forehead exploded.

When the ground was stained red with the blood that flowed from the ghost’s head, Yeonjeokha spoke.

“Ahead of a big event, they watch out for bad luck. and! I am a bodhisattva. Bodhisattva.”

“A bodhisattva! The General Patrol is more merciful than Buddha!”

Gwi Young-ja flattered as if he was determined.

However, he did not open his heart easily.

“Do it right. I will watch.”

“Yes yes.”

Only then did Gwi Youngja raise his head.

A lump of dirt, which had been clotted with blood, fell onto his forehead.

Despite his pathetic appearance, Yeonjeokha’s expression did not ease.

“joy!”

After blowing off the cynicism of the couple, Namgung-yeon and Gu Cheon-no returned to Simtong.

Thus, the ghost army’s rebellion ended as soon as it began.

***

Parish County.

Pungjisan.

Seonnyeoam.

shrine.

Eighthwangsinmo, who had been immersed in meditation, slowly opened her eyes.

Then, he took out the bell of the golden prince, which had been wrapped in silk, from inside his bosom.

When the cloth was removed, ten bells poked out.

Like a painstakingly made yeommae, each small drop is filled with energy.

“God of the clear stream…”

The mother of the God of Eighthwangs slightly frowned.

Originally, the spirit of death dwelling in Yeommae cannot disobey its owner.

For that reason, the sorcerer has faith in yeommae.

However, the Eighthwangsinmo had more doubts than belief in the god of the clear stream.

For good reason.

Generally, what the spirit wants is a ‘sacrifice’.

However, the god of cheongryu asked for ‘time’ of forty-nine days.

I’ve never heard of a spirit asking a magician for time.

In the relationship between the sorcerer and the sage, ‘speciality’ is not good.

This is because the spirit may get out of the magician’s control, and in the worst case, it may harm the magician.

To the commander, the sorcerer was both the master and the enemy.

“Hmm!”

A silent voice flowed from the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.

Which one is the blue god?

Do you just want to get out of control?

Could it be that he is trying to harm the owner?

Either way, it’s not a pleasant situation.

However, the Eighthwangsinmo shook off the unpleasant thoughts with a light laugh.

“So it’s just a yeommae.”

Eighthwangsinmo, who was muttering, quietly recited the ‘Six Myung Mantra’.

“Om nannen kaya nevata de hum.”

Then, as if he had been waiting, the sound of a clear stream god came from the air.

– Did you call? mother.

The Eighthwangsinmo’s pupils shook slightly.

It’s because the voice of the clear stream seems to be cheerful.

The Commander doesn’t know pleasure, so it’s an absurd idea, but I felt uncomfortable for some reason.

“I did as you taught me, but I failed.”

-yes? Didn’t the Heavenly Child descend?

“No, he descended, but he did not grant my wish.”

– That’s strange. You said you would grant my wish, but why?

“He wanted my soul in return. I gave permission, but they said I couldn’t have it because it belonged to the King of Flames. After those words, the Cheonjama disappeared.”

-I see. Once given to the kings, it cannot be revoked.

“The son of a thousand seemed to be a higher being than the king of flames. Is there no other way to unite with him?”

Eighthwangsinmo, the King of Heaven, understood the ‘act of offering one’s soul’ as ‘unity’.

-Mother’s ‘union’ and ‘dedicated soul’ are a little different.

“Different? I was just united with the Demon King. But the son of a thousand said that my soul belonged to the king of flames. What is different?”

-Union is to form one body, but if it is dedicated, it becomes the property of the king.

“Then why did I become the property of the Demon King?”

-The word ‘dedicate’ must have been hidden in the mantra of King Chundu. You cannot give your soul unless you give it yourself. It’s the same logic that my mother makes ‘Yeommae’.

The corner of the Eighthwangsinmo’s eyes twitched once at the word ‘Yeommae’.

right.

Yeommae uses the earnest wishes of dying people.

Yeommae is completed only when you stake everything on one thing, whether it is food or breath.

Socheon, who was starving to death, was buried in breathing while breathing through a pipe.

As such, Yeommae can be successful only when the subject wants it.

Eighthwangsinmo was able to fully understand the difference between unity and dedication through the words of the god of cheongryu.

‘huh? It’s the same reason I make a yeommae?’

Could it be that the cheongryu god knew that he was a yeommae?

The salt mother does not know that she is a salt mother.

that’s normal

Knowing all the secrets of the world, but not knowing only oneself is a yeommae.

The Eighthwangsinmo looked at the bell with mixed eyes.

I was madly curious about the truth, but I couldn’t ask it.

“Then I was deceived. Is there any way to return it to the Heavenly Demon?”

It is true that he wanted to become one with the King of Flames.

However, she did not know that it was to offer her soul to the Demon King.

Whatever the meaning of the mantra is.

-Give me some time.

‘Damn it.’

The Eighthwangsinmo cursed inwardly.

Of course, ‘the sky of the kings’ would be an unknown world to the god of the clear stream.

Even so, when he openly asked for time on the subject of yeommae, a tantrum broke out.

“How much will it be?”

-Forty-nine days.

‘joy!’

The Eighthwangsinmo snorted inwardly.

It’s not surprising anymore.

‘I don’t know what you’re up to, but it’s useless to try.’

Yeommae is as tricky as the wickedness of the production process.

Moreover, Yeommae cannot escape the yoke of fate by her own power.

“So be it.”

-Thank you, mother. There will be good results.

The face of the Eighthwangsinmo, who had been hardened, softened a little.

Yeommae’s words were like a prophecy, so it was said that he would obtain the method of immortality.

After the conversation, the mother of the Eighthwangs wrapped the bell in silk and put it in her bosom.

At that time, the voice of the Six Tongs (one of the Eight Emperors) came from outside the door.

“Master. Four heads of families came to see the headmaster. What should we do?”

“Who said you came?”

“The Honsei Sword Demon and the Honcheon-Blood Ghost, the evil fire, the red moon is coming.”

“Stop by.”

The Eighthwangsinmo shook her head with a disapproving face.

I don’t like their protruding behavior, but why not just send them back?