Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 376

Episode 376. Should I just kill them?

The heartache of Gucheonnodo and the three treasures of life are incompatible with each other.

For example, if the nature of heartache is fire, tangyunmang can be said to be water.

After experiencing sangong (散功) and becoming a new person, the heartache became direct and hot.

On the other hand, Dangunmang was shady without showing the inside.

It’s like Shenyanggak, a former secret sword.

The way he treated Yeonjeokha was also different.

Shen Tong was close to Yan Zihe and treated him like his lord and family.

However, it was like the shackles of dating Dan Yun-mang.

It was like being held by him until the detoxification of the Nakwol dictatorship was over.

After Dan Woon-mang first came to Namyeon Inn, the two of them dealt with everything.

At first, what started as a pushover later became growls at the mere sight of each other like a dog.

Heart pain is overwhelmingly strong with force, but Tang Yun-mang is a person who handles poison.

At first, both of them did not use their hands, conscious of the enemy enemy.

Then one day, Dan Yun-mang, angry at Shim Tong’s ridicule, put medicine on his fish soup.

Of course, I had no intention of killing him.

Because he knew that killing him would end his life.

Shen Tong, who suffered from abdominal pain for a full day, began punching Tang Yun Mang the next day.

Simtong could not kill Tang Yun-mang because of the cancellation of Nak-wol dictatorship.

As if the ban had been lifted, after that, the two of them used medicine and beat each other repeatedly.

Violence tends to intensify as it is repeated.

Tang Yun-mang’s medicine became more and more poisonous, and I took Yu-yeop-do today for heart pain.

Then, Yeonjeokha returned.

Among the people at the Namyeon guesthouse, only Dan Woon-mang recognized Yeon Jeok-ha and pretended to be unaware.

“huh? Kite Confucius? Haven’t you met Yakushi Nyorai Baek Il-un?”

“what’s the matter?”

Yeon Jeokha alternately looked at the heartache as he stood holding the tang cloud net and the yuyeopdo.

I looked at the newly appeared young man with heartache and absurd eyes.

Tosa clothes, a bamboo backpack, and

even a face covered in boils….

However, judging from Dan Yun-mang’s attitude and the young man’s way of speaking, it seems that Yeon Jeok-ha is right.

“Are you the real Confucius?”

“This old man seems to have forgotten my voice already?”

In response to Yeon Jeokha’s question, Simtong hurriedly took the Liu Yeopdo and made a fuss.

“oh my! Confucius! That clear face…”

The trembling heartache grabbed Dan Woon-Mang by the collar.

“He’s not even as good as this dog! How dare you put our senior Confucius to that point! You’re freaking out because you want to die!”

“Kak! Kack! let go Kite Confucius! 100 days of luck What happened to 100 days of luck?”

In response to Tang Yun-mang’s question, Yeon Je-ha said calmly.

“I have met you.”

At those words, Sim Tong broke the Tang Yun network.

Tang Yun-mang, who had been scattered on the floor, quickly got up and asked Yeon Jeok-ha.

“What about the cancellation of the year?”

Tang Yun-mang was so nervous that he stammered.

This is because the success or failure of detoxification determines the rest of one’s life.

“I met Baek Il-woon, but he said he was senile.”

“What kind of weird noise is that?”

“Seriously, I’m old and my mind is going back and forth.”

He told the story of his encounter with Baek Il-woon at Namam Palace.

Dangwunmang deals with poison, but he is also well versed in medicine, so he wonders if it will help.

“Did you really say you weren’t poisoned while your mind was going back and forth?”

“You said that. I don’t know how much to believe.”

I didn’t say anything about the curse of the lingering spirit.

It’s because I don’t want to let go of the fate of things that aren’t certain yet.

Tang Yun-mang glanced at Yeon Jeok-ha.

I wanted to leave with Baek Il-woon’s diagnosis, but it was difficult to do so because the opponent was a rival.

“As Baek Il-woon said, it could be an aftereffect. Of course, it’s ridiculous to completely trust the words of an old man. So what are you going to do now?”

“If it’s an aftereffect, it will get better on its own, right? But if it’s less detoxified, it won’t get better. The old man cancels the drug or makes it properly. If it doesn’t get better by then, I’ll have to take the pill.”

You will find out if you observe the promise with the famous religious leader.

Whether it heals on its own or not.

Until then, I did not have the heart to let go of the Dang Yun-mang that I had accumulated.

Tang Yun-mang was greatly disappointed when asked to cancel or make a contract, but did not give up.

Fleas also have faces.

What are you talking about in front of Yeon Jeok-ha, whose face is ruined by the poison of the Nakwol dictatorship!

“By the way, why did you fight in my inn?”

At that moment, Heartache and Tang Yun-mang’s mouths opened almost simultaneously.

“Because Danga poisoned his food…”

“That old man swung his fist…”

Yeonjeokha frowned.

It was hard to blame anyone, seeing each other talk as if it was just retaliation.

“It’s Sangdo.”

Sang-do, who had been listening to the story by the cash register, came running.

“Yes, Confucius.”

“Since when did the two old men fight?”

“We’ve had a fight since the first day Grandmaster Dang arrived, and from the third day until today, we’ve had a physical fight like once every four days.”

The fast-paced Sang-do answered in a well-arranged way, so he didn’t have to ask twice.

“Sales must have dropped a lot?”

“Yes, my grandfather said, but he said it was cut in half.”

“How much would it reduce if it was cut in half?”

“About ten hermits a day.”

“Has the old man been here for about four months?”

“I will.”

Sim Tong and Dan Yun Mang turned their gazes around with embarrassed faces.

Yeonjeokha turned to the two of them.

“Old Sim.”

“yes?”

“You’re guarding your own base. Why did you come to someone else’s inn and start a fight?”

“I ate here once a day to boost the sales of the inn. But when I saw that Tangga who poisoned Confucius was condescending, I got angry…”

“Tell me exactly. Are you here to raise sales? Are you here to fight?”

“Shall we say both?”

“Hey, hey….”

His anger rose, but he suppressed it.

I know the truth of heartache.

This time, I asked Tang Unmang.

“gaffer. I was sent alive to make a cancellation, so what are you doing at someone else’s business?”

“I’m sorry about that. However, every time I saw that Simga, I couldn’t stand it because I couldn’t stand it.”

“But you use medicine at an inn that also sells food? Is it because you want to see someone go bankrupt?”

“…”

Tang Yun-mang couldn’t make excuses and just pulled out his beard.

“What is the solution to make?”

“Not yet…”

“Hey! You crazy old man! It’s been four months already and still! Can you still say that even after looking at my face?”

When Yeon Je-he shouted, Tang Yun-mang shrugged.

Haha, if he had that face, it would have been difficult to endure even a day.

“We can cancel the contract in three months at the latest.”

“Do you want me to stay with this face until spring?”

“I just said I was going to make a cancellation.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve taken my medication before, but it didn’t work, so I’m just saying.”

“So, even if you take the anti-detox medicine you make again, it can’t be detoxified?”

“Why are you listening to the nonsense of a bugger, Confucius? Shall we just kill them?”

Tang Yun-mang’s face went white at Shen Tong’s words.

“As I said, the Nakwol dictatorship was created by the interaction of 108 poisons. I mean, I have my limits.”

Dangwoonmang was unfair.

It’s not like he’s not a firefighter or a flatterer, so isn’t it too much to ask for?

Yeon Jeok-ha, like a fish in water, restrained the heartache from beside him and spoke calmly.

“good. I’ll wait until spring.”

“I repeat, I cannot guarantee that even the swelling on your face will be cured.”

“know. But just know that the old man can leave the tavern only when my face is healed.”

“Grunt!”

Dang Yun-mang pressed his temples with the thumbs of both hands with a pained sound when a headache came over him.

I wrote the poison wrong once, but I don’t know what this is like.

At the end of the conversation, Nam Soo-gyeong came down from this floor carrying a load of laundry.

Yeon Jeok-ha raised his hand in delight, but Nam Soo-kyung didn’t even look at him.

As she walked out carrying the laundry, she threw a word to Sang-do as if passing by.

“Did you finish early today?”

Of course, I’m talking about heartache and luck.

Sangdo hurriedly said something.

“Confucius Yeon has arrived.”

Nam Soo-kyung, who had just opened the door and was about to leave, turned around.

“where?”

Sang-do pointed at Yeonjeok-ha, who was standing next to Simtong.

Nam Soo-kyung’s eyes widened to the size of a lantern.

I knew that Yeonjeokha had a problem, but I didn’t know it would be to that extent.

“Are you really a veteran?”

“Oh friend. Are you still busy?”

Turning around, Nam Soo-kyung put the laundry down on a nearby table and went to him.

“Oh my, you really have a lot of talk. I heard something happened. Is that why it happened?”

“That’s it.”

Nam Soo-kyung studied Yeon Jeok-ha’s face carefully without the slightest hesitation.

“There is a lot of swelling and oozing. Aren’t you sick?”

“are you okay. Unlike what I see, I don’t feel anything.”

“is it so? It looks very uncomfortable. It will be difficult to wash your face.”

“It’s been days since I didn’t wash my face. If I don’t do it, it doesn’t show up. how is it? Can’t you see?”

“Ah, it smells a little strange, but it must have been because I didn’t wash it. The more you do, the more you need to be clean. Even if no one recognizes you, be sure to wash your face.”

When Nam Soo-kyung started nagging, Yeon-jeok-ha slipped back.

“Okay, I will.”

“By the way, what are those clothes? Did you go to a non-party and become a guru?”

“I became a fast-paced disciple.”

“You haven’t become a real guru, have you?”

“I’m only wearing clothes because I’m practicing enemy training. You didn’t even wear a conduit on your head.”

“What is the red line?”

“They say that good deeds are practiced by Taoists. Doing good deeds increases your legal power and lifespan?”

“ah! That’s why the guru go around doing good things.”

“You know something. I’m on my way right now too. I drew a lot of amulets on the way here. for free.”

“Wow! Do you know how to draw amulets?”

Nam Soo-kyung’s eyes lit up.

Nonpartisan amulets were expensive in the private sector.

Of course, those who dismiss it as superstition laugh at it as a scam.

“of course. He always carries ingredients in his backpack.”

Yeon Jeok-ha pointed at the bamboo backpack he was carrying with a shrug of his face.

“Great. I also put a few sheets on our Namyeon guest store. Good luck with your business. I’m very worried because sales are down these days.”

At Nam Su-gyeong’s words, Shim Tong and Dan Woon-mang looked at each other with reddened faces.

That night.

He ate dinner at his inn and drank tea leisurely.

Now that you’ve come to the opening, you just have to rest until you get a call from Geumuiwi.

When I was able to afford it, a nostalgic face came to mind.

‘Come to think of it, I didn’t tell my sister.’

If it was Namgung-yeon’s personality, she would be busy looking for a name by now.

‘I’m going to send a letter to my sister and let her know I’m okay.’

He hurriedly called Sang-do to bring a pen and ink.

And under the oil lamp, he wrote a letter with great care, letter by letter, although he had bad handwriting.

“It’s Sangdo.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

Sang-do, who stayed late to wait on the table, approached with frequent steps.

“You have to go to the opening tomorrow.”

“What are you doing?”

“I need to send this letter to the Namgung family, do you know where it is?”

“For Shinpyo (transportation of letters), the seal of seal of opening is given the highest priority.”

“okay? How much will it be?”

“I heard that a letter is always a hermit no matter the distance.”

He took out two stacked hermits and put them on the table.

“One nyang is the cost of sending a letter, and one nyang is the cost of running errands.”

“Oh! Thank you, Confucius!”

Sang-do did not hesitate and quickly picked up the letter and two hermits.

“Isn’t it true that people say that I’m not talking nonsense?”

“yes. People who don’t know can know whether Noksohyeop really pays for a three-year funeral.”

“okay?”

The twinkling eyes stood up from his seat.

It is to check whether Nokdampyeong of Sambobang is really living in a cottage at Hyojaam.