Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son - Chapter 100

Episode 100. Wen Wenbi, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Department (天龍八部),

said as he looked worriedly at the passage, which was now narrow enough for two people to pass through.

“What do you mean by what you think?”

Ebi Han said.

“I guessed that there must be something acting as a wheel to move such a heavy engine.”

I don’t know if a caveman like you has ever heard of something called a ‘rail’.

How could such a heavy stone wall be moved without wheels and rails?

It’s not worth spending money on ghosts.

Then, Han Yi-bi raised the Hanzo sword high and used all her strength to chop off the iron axle that served as a wheel.

A loud ‘kang’ sound rang out, but the stone wall was still tightening.

Wang Qinglin was crying.

“I don’t want to die here. mom! mom!”

Han Ibi muttered.

“You made it quite strong. Okay, let’s see if this holds up.”

Taking advantage of the confusion, he quickly changed his sword to a strange sword and stabbed it between the rail and the wheel so as not to be caught by Wen Wonbi.

Geek!

As a terrible sound, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, rang out, Wang Qinglin, Bai Mihu, and others had no choice but to cover their ears.

At that time, Han Ibi suddenly leaped towards the opposite wall.

Then, he kicked the wall with one foot, turned around, and fired the new model again.

Leaving Moon Won-bi staring with his mouth open, wondering what on earth was going on, Han I-bi stretched out her feet towards the wall that had deviated from the track.

It was a heavy kick that put the entire weight of the body on it.

Druddudduddduk.

A heavy sound rang out, and eventually the stone wall fell backwards with a loud ‘thud’ sound.

In a way, it was a natural result since the support beam was broken.

Surprisingly, the back was just an ordinary stone room itself.

Han Ibi said as she patted the hair off her body.

Wen Won-bi still couldn’t close his open jaw and came towards Han Yi-bi.

“This… how… this…”

Baek Mi-hoo was just as surprised.

“Zhongli Little Colony. “How on earth did you do it?”

Han Ibi suppressed the laughter that burst out from within and spoke as casually as possible.

“It’s something like this. It’s simple if you think outside the box… or rather, outside the box. Something like this.”

“yes?”

If you think about it from a modern mechanical engineering perspective, it’s a simple principle, girl.

“I don’t have time right now, so I’ll explain later.”

At that moment, Baek Mi-hu asked Wen Won-bi.

“Moon Sohyeop. “But will the sword be okay?”

Then, Wen Wonbi, whose face was red, looked at the broken Haenang sword lying on the floor for a moment and muttered.

“This is strange. “This is clearly Gyuan Iron…”

Then he quickly adjusted the broken sword and, looking quite embarrassed, suddenly moved towards the front of the stone wall to change the subject.

It was a place with a strange mark engraved on it.

Wen Wenbi said.

“Perhaps we should have gone out this way… Since the wall itself disappeared and opened up…”

Han Ibi took over.

“I guess we can just go out into the empty space.”

Wang Qinglin said.

“This… this is a foul….”

Han Ibi said with a smile.

“No, it’s foul play when your life is at stake, and where is Jago? Moreover, when we came here, we never received any instructions such as ‘Do not break the machine and escape’. “If the organizers are being unfair…”

Han Ibi took a moment to catch her breath and shouted loudly.

“…Why don’t you warn me that I can’t do it even now! Otherwise, I will destroy everything in front of me! “I said it clearly!”

Of course there was no answer.

Wang Qinglin said.

“What on earth are you doing earlier? “Where would anyone be here?”

“I don’t know either. “I was just talking about it.”

Baek Mi-hoo said with a smile.

“Anyway, thank you. Zhongli Small Colony. “You saved our lives.”

“That’s too much praise. “I struggled because I was afraid I would die.”

Wen Wenbi also spoke while giving his hand.

“I would like to thank Brother Zhong Li for his help.”

Han Ibi also responded by giving him a hug.

“You’re welcome.”

Baek Mi-hoo said.

“Now let’s move on to the next gate.”

She went out into the empty space first.

Then the three remaining people followed her and walked towards the next gate.

A space where only silence and scattered dust remained.

The ceiling opened and a woman and a man were seen coming down.

The man was silent for a moment and then spoke.

“sister. This… I regret not being able to sternly refuse the Jo Yang-moon kids’ request for help. “All you have to do is stop properly so the children don’t get crushed to death.”

Zhuge Wenryun of the Zhuge family, who was called sister by the man, said.

“Why are there so many ignorant people? Jegalho. “Where is that kid?”

Then the man named Zhuge Hao took out a note from his pocket, flipped through it, and said:

“The last group is… Amifa and Open Cheongseong. That handsome boy is probably from the Qingcheng sect, so that ignorant bastard must be the open-minded beggar named Wen Wenbi.”

Zhuge Wenlian gritted his teeth and said.

“I know. “You look like a shitty person, but the things you do are just like regular beggars.”

Zhuge Hao walked slowly and touched the sign near the exit and said.

“If you crack the code and tap on the mark, it opens… If the person who created this institution had seen it, he would have gone crazy and jumped up and down. “Tsk, tsk.”

* * *

“Hmm….”

Wen Wenbi sighed.

How on earth should I express this scene?

At that time, Baek Mi-hoo spoke.

“It’s narrow.”

Han Ibi also said.

“okay. “It’s really narrow.”

Wang Qinglin added while pretending to shudder.

“Now I’m sick of just looking at narrow things!”

Ebi Han said.

“But it’s nice that it’s not dark here.”

Yes.

Unlike before, the wall of the room where the new gateway was located was very bright, with something similar to a torch burning brightly.

Han Ibi quickly looked away and analyzed the structure of the room.

So, this place was like a long hallway.

In the space between the narrow hallways, various statues were lined up on both sides.

At a glance, Han Ibi counted twelve in total.

They were all about one or two heads larger than the average person.

Han Ibi muttered.

“Did they turn on the lights so we could admire the artwork?”

Baek Mi-hoo said.

“What did you say. Zhongli Little Colony?”

“Oh no. “I’m just talking to myself.”

At that time, Wen Wonbi, who was watching the statue closely, said:

“I don’t know what it is, but it looks like it’s made of dark gray metal.”

Then Wang Qinglin spoke in a teasing tone.

“It’s not like it’s Gyuhancheol or something that can only be found in the south, right?”

Wen Wenbi said, his face turning red without realizing it.

“That’s probably not true… It’s such a rare ingredient…”

“It looks like it broke like that because it’s a precious ingredient…”

“Cheonglin! Stop it now. “That’s rude.”

Wang Qinglin then looked gloomy, but soon closed his mouth.

Han Ibi felt refreshed for some reason.

Han Yi-bi raised her head again and looked at the statues closely.

I tried to find something in common, but everyone took on so many different forms that it was impossible to find unity even if I washed my eyes and searched for it.

Ebi Han said.

“I have no idea what they made. Is it because they are a demonic cult that they revere these strange monsters? “I can’t even guess its shape, so all I can recognize are four monsters with the heads of dragons and the bodies of humans.”

Baek Mi-hoo said.

“Well… this isn’t just any monster. “I think it probably symbolizes the Four Sea Dragon Kings.”

“The Dragon King of the Four Seas?”

“yes. “It is one of the eight departments commonly mentioned in Buddhism.”

At that time, Wonbi Wen said.

“Oh oh. As expected, Baek Sojeo doesn’t know anything. “How are you so knowledgeable about Buddhism?”

At that time, Wang Qinglin intervened.

“It seems that you have forgotten the origin of Amipa.”

Baek Mi-hoo said.

“Cheonglin is right. The fundamental roots of our Ami faction lie in Buddhism. However, it has faded over time. As you all know, Buddhist and Taoist martial arts are now mixed.”

At that time, Han Ibi was thinking about the term ‘arm extension’ mentioned by Baek Mi-hoo.

Arm height… Arm height…

I’m sure I’ve heard of it somewhere.

Then, something suddenly occurred to me.

‘yes. Isn’t it one of the staples of martial arts novels? These guardian deities who protect the law are also called the so-called Heavenly Dragon Palbu. I think there was a famous martial arts novel with a similar name…’

Han Ibi said.

“According to Baek Sojeo, those statues are all Buddhist…”

“That’s right. Judging by the shape, I think they are probably all sculptures depicting the eight arms. But just…”

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Baek Mi-hoo.

“…It’s quite different from anything I’ve ever seen or heard of.”

Han Ibi asked.

“In what sense?”

“well. Usually, people are personified and often appear in the form of generals.”

Han Ibi said while scratching her neck.

“Then, since most of those statues don’t look human at all… they most likely follow the original form that has been handed down.”

Baek Mi-hoo frowned for a moment and then continued.

“But I’m confused because it doesn’t really seem like that.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“So, that is quite different from the original form of the eight arms transmitted in Buddhist scriptures. Umm. So…”

I guess that means it was changed to something quite grotesque.

“It looks like it has strangely changed its form.”

“Well, you could say that.”

“Maybe that’s why they all look so ugly.”

Wang Qinglin said.

“I guess they changed it to suit the tastes of the Demonic Cult. “How can uncivilized things like the Demonic Cult know about art?”

Baek Mi-hoo said.

“That may be true, but I learned that the Northern Shinto Church did not actually worship a god with a form.”

Ebi Han said.

“oh my. Talking about religion gives me a headache. Now that we’ve had a break and chatted a lot, let’s try to break through the gate. “What kind of trap is hidden here?”

Wen Wenbi said.

“Could it be something like the Shaolin Temple’s Arhat lintel?”

Then Han Ibi thought.

‘Uhm. That makes sense. The gateway, called Arhat or Shaolin Wood Lint, is content that is frequently used as an obstacle to breaking through the gateway when Shaolin Temple disciples are the main characters. Usually, it’s the process where the main character goes from a boy to an adult. So, it’s kind of like a coming-of-age ceremony or a certification of a master…’

As the name suggests, sometimes the material is a wooden person, sometimes it’s an iron person, and sometimes it’s an actual person like a hundred and eight arhats.

Ebi Han said.

“Anyway, you’ll find out once you pass by.”

At that time, Wang Qinglin stamped his feet and said.

“If you think about it, wouldn’t the people who were with Shaolin’s Daengjung have completely ate this room? “You must have seen it once in a temple, whether it was a nahanmokinbang or a beggar’s room.”

Wen Wenbi cleared his throat and said, ‘Awesome!’

Then Wang Qinglin realized his mistake and added:

“I’ll cancel the story about the panhandler’s room.”

Baek Mi-hoo smiled and answered.

“Well, that could be true, but according to what I learned earlier….”

Wen Wenbi said at that time.

“That’s right. I remember what I learned too. According to Shinsu Na, the head of the organization, the actual movement of these statue-shaped organs is very limited, so they have many symbolic aspects. Maybe it won’t be that difficult. “I’ll go in first.”

After finishing speaking, Wen Wenbi walked towards the statues with great strides.

Baek Mi-hoo said.

“Moon Sohyeop. Still, be careful just in case.”

Wen Wenbi looked back and smiled.

He had neatly aligned teeth and white teeth, as if he had forgotten his duty as a beggar.

Han Ibi felt bad for some reason.

At this point, about half of the statue of Monk Wonbi remained.

Finally, a loud noise began to be heard.

(Continued in the next part)