Chapter 701 – Laughter of Martial Arts
Seong-il, who took care of the madness casually, looked around and found a crypt heading underground and told the two monks.
“I found it. Let’s go.”
“…”
Over the past few days, the two monks have seen enough of Seong-il to see the strength he possesses by talking to Seong-il and fighting several times.
Because of this, the two monks, who had promised not to be surprised by anything, eventually broke their promise and opened their mouths.
“Hmm… Isn’t it right below?”
Upon entering the crypt, Seongil could see a stalactite cave where underground water flowed. Of course, since it is not good to store elixirs in such a dark and humid place, he feels that this is not the place that Master Wonkang mentioned.
“…It seems to be here.”
Upon arriving at the destination unexpectedly, Hyemyeong seems to quickly grasp the surrounding situation. When Seong-il looks at him with a puzzled expression, he replies with a bitter smile.
“See you over there?”
When Seong-il turned his head at Hye-myeong’s words, he could find a very small mark there.
“Master often left a sign like that so that his disciples would not get lost.”
“Ah…”
It seems that there is a mark that only they can recognize. For this reason, Seong-il calmly decides to follow Hye-myeong.
“Oh…”
It’s been a while since I went in and out of a deep stalactite cave that is entangled like a maze. Then, the party finds a place where the warm sunlight is scattered through a hole in the wall.
“It seems to be here.”
The appearance of the bright cave is clear that it is the place mentioned by the Great Master Wongang. In the space where the light from the cliff and the wall of the cave was shining down, there was an antique-carved Buddha statue carved out of a rock.
“Namu Amitabha Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva…”
As soon as they see the statue, the two monks immediately sit down in front of it and start reciting sutras, as if they had made an appointment.
Seong-il, overwhelmed by his devout appearance, shuts his mouth and quietly waits for them to memorize all the Buddhist scriptures.
“Death penalty. Probably…”
“Um. I will.”
‘…?’
When Hyewon and Hyemyeong spit out incomprehensible words, Seongil, unable to understand the words, looks at the scene with a puzzled expression.
“Master always used to hide things in a similar way.”
Seeing Seong-il’s expression, Hye-myeong smiled, and Ambassador Won-kang explained to her about the habit she had in her lifetime.
While Hye-myeong explains, Hye-won starts digging the ground in the front yard starting from the center of the place where the Buddha statue is zazen. Then, a fairly heavy metal box appeared.
“Here you are.”
“Oh…!”
Upon discovering the hidden heritage faster than expected, Seong-il approaches the box with a twinkle in his eyes.
Click…!!
Various items visible when the box is opened. Seong-il is very interested in seeing the interior of the old books and leather pouches neatly packed.
“Oh…!! All of the martial arts of the small party including Arhats are written here! There are also books containing the enlightenment of the masters of the past…”
While Hye-myeong shows interest in her book, Hye-won calmly unties the snout of the leather pouch. And another small wooden box visible.
Click…!!
Hyewon silently opens the wooden box and tries to examine the contents. Then, a thick and strong scent emanated from the open wooden chest, filling the vast cave.
“This…”
Daehwandan looks like a large brown chocolate ball. Seong-il, who was able to grasp the value of an object through his reaction, immediately catches that the object is an excellent elixir.
“This is the responsibility of the Muhak Siju.”
When Daehwandan appears, Hye-won gives Seong-il a pill of Daehwandan without hesitation.
“Oh! Thank you.”
“…Do you intend to take the dose yourself?”
After all, Hye-won knew what kind of elixir the Great Hwandan was because she had done this and that in the history of laughter.
Because of this, he was well aware that for Seong-il, who had already reached the height of mastery, Daehwandan was an elixir that had no special effect.
“No. I won’t eat it.”
Seong-il tells the two monks that he will hand over the Great Hwandan to someone else.
“Aha! I see. You’re going to pass it on to the child born between the husbands of Eunwol and Muhak, right?”
“…A child?”
Seong-il looks at Hye-won with an expression asking what bullshit he is talking about.
Seeing that sincere gaze, Hye-won looks puzzled and recites to Seong-il the story Eun-wol told her a while ago.
“Ah… Did the young master say something like that?”
“Yes. Haha… Judging from the reaction of Muhak Siju, it seems that he was trying to bully us.”
“Hmm… That’s not it.”
“…?”
Surprisingly, when Mu-hak, the successor of the small party faction, does not deny the words of the small religious leader of the Demonic Cult, Hye-myeong’s eyes begin to open wide.
“Ah, everything Eun-wol said is true. We didn’t just hold a wedding ceremony, but in fact we are halfway close to a married couple.”
“Ah, yes…”
Upon hearing Seong-il’s affirmation, Hye-won and Hye-myung, speechless, nod their heads in embarrassment.
“Hmm… I want to nurture the successor of the Demonic Cult with the offspring of my blood…”
In the wind of Eun-wol, a good idea flashes through Seong-il’s head.
“…Then there is no need to search for the successor of the small faction? After giving birth to another, he will become the successor of the small faction…”
“…”
At Seong-il’s words that he will now turn the child of the head of the Maculus into a guru of the minor faction, Hye-won and Hye-myeong’s expressions become dazed as if they had been beaten.
“Why. Can’t you?”
“Oh, no… That’s not like that…”
Although it is said that he is small with Sapa’s leader, he seems quite shocked to hear that the successor of the venerable Domun will give birth to a child.
“Whoa… I must have kept my promise… We should say goodbye soon.”
“!!!”
Whether or not they are shocked, Seong-il bids farewell to the two monks in order to subdue the blood god, as he has concluded the knot of promise he made with Great Master Wongang.
“Sir! Wait a minute!!”
“…?”
As Hye-Won and Hye-Myung hold on to each other as they are about to leave after saying goodbye at the entrance of the cave, Seong-Il stops for a moment and looks at the two.
“I also want to join the mission to subdue the donor and the blood god.”
“You guys…?”
It is true that the skills of the two monks in front of you are quite good and their talents are also full, but they were originally people who had to grow through trials while traveling around the middle plain with Handan.
Therefore, when they, who have not matured properly yet, say that they want to participate in the blood god suppression mission, Seong-il frowns and shows a negative attitude.
“…Although it is true that the two of us lack skills, we also have our own countermeasures related to the Blood God.”
“Two?”
“Yes.”
Hyewon and Hyemyeong are determined. The moment Seong-il tried to grasp the true meaning of their words. A strange positive ripple is felt in the spirit of Seongil.
‘…Did you really see something?’
Since Gam-eung gave him such a hint, Seong-il knew that something advantageous to him was the truth.
‘However, in the strategy guide, Hyewon and Hyemyeong were just excellent combat agents, but there was nothing related to blood gods, right?’
Perhaps thinking Seong-il was contemplating the confusion, Hye-won desperately tries to convince Seong-il.
“It can be very helpful! I know one of the secrets of the seal that Master tells you not to tell anyone! You can use it to deal great damage to the Blood God!”
“I, too, devised a way to safely bring the political faction and the Murimmaeng into this situation for the sake of the giver.”
Seong-il is deeply troubled when Hye-won and Hye-myung say that they will provide useful information if they join the blood god raid.
‘It’s annoying, but…’
However, Seong-il eventually breaks his stubbornness and asks the two questions because he knew deeply that Gam-eung would not lie to him.
“Please tell us your secrets and plans first. We will listen to them and decide.”
“Are you promising?”
“Yes.”
Seeing how desperately he tried to keep his promise to his teacher, the two monks knew that Seong-il had a personality that did not easily break his words.
Therefore, despite the condition that Seong-il could be considered unfavorable in some ways, the two monks decided to reveal their schemes and secrets without hesitation.
“The way to attract the Murimmaeng and the political faction is actually simple.”
“…What is it?”
“You just have to go around talking about the place where the seal of the blood god is located all over Gaejang and Xi’an.”
“…Yes?”
Absurdly, when Hye-myung tells her to confide her strengths to people who might become enemies, Seong-il puts on an absurd expression.
“Why should I hide it?”
Of course, Seong-il was concerned that he would become a nuisance after attracting blood and demonic religions. However, hearing his concerns, Hye-myeong smiles and asks him back.
“What’s the matter with them coming? Do you think the faction’s power will be inferior to them?”
“Hmm…”
“Ganja? What if there is Ganja? Let’s say that if Ganja yields 100 times, the Moorim-maeng suffers great damage or loses because of Ganja.”
“…So what?”
“Even so, do you think that the forces of the Blood Church and the Demonic Cult will be safe?”
“!!”
Hyemyeong assures that if two ferocious tigers fight for their lives, a serious blow will come to whoever wins.
“Isn’t it enough for Master Eunwol and Master Muhak to end the blood ties that have become so tattered?”
“Um…”
“And anyway, the Blood Religion Master received pieces of his blood body transplanted into his body and became his alter ego. Even if he kills the main body, if the alter ego survives, it can become a sequel, so he must be eliminated as well.”
Hye-myung also emphasizes to Seong-il that this process is necessary for Eun-wol to easily take control of the Demonic Cult.
“Of course, the Demonic Cult could be dealt a serious blow. But, what about that? Anyway, the Demonic Cult can be reconstructed as long as there is the Master Eunwol and the donor of Muhak.”
“But…”
Seong-il realizes that there is nothing wrong with Hye-myeong’s views. However, he is worried that serious variables will arise if all the essences gather in the place where the blood god is sealed.
“Ha ha! That’s right, there’s no need to worry more.”
“Yes? Why…?”
“That’s all, if you tell a lie that it is sealed in a place that has nothing to do with the place where the blood god was sealed, isn’t it?”
“…Eh?!”
Surprisingly, when Hye-myeong tells him to bluff, Seong-il doesn’t know where to point out his words, so he just stares blankly at him.
“Heh heh! Shiju understands. You may think it makes no sense. But that’s it.”
Hye-myeong strongly emphasizes that Seong-il and Eun-wol’s remarks will be strong evidence.
“Isn’t Eunwol’s donor the young master of the Demonic Cult?
“Hmm…”
“If you go around talking about the fact that the current Demonic Cult has been taken over by the Blood Cult, who will dare to believe that it’s a lie? Even if you think so, you’ll know there’s something wrong.”
Hye-myung asserts that if Eun-wol uses Seong-il’s help and stirs up a riot by using the magic cult’s feast at her opening, the members of the rightist faction will never easily doubt her identity.
“And then the donor appears.”
Based on his powerful supernatural power, he also informs that if a guru goes on a rampage at the opening, it will give a great shock to the Murimmaeng and blood ties.
“In other words, let’s say that Seongil’s donor hides his identity and goes on a rampage in the Murim Alliance with the seal of his blood god. But, how are they going to catch the donor?”
“Um…”
Certainly, as long as he can receive the help of all sorts of psychic powers and magic, Seong-il is certain that he will never be caught by the Moorim Meng.
‘Even if I only use the inner plane, the Murim Meng will be helpless.’
It sounds like nonsense, but the more Seong-il listens to Hye-myeong, the more he realizes that it makes sense.
“But… If the place to be faked is found out because it’s clumsy…”
“You don’t have to worry about that either.”
“…?”
When Hye-myeong resolutely assures her that he will not be found out, Seong-il cannot hold back her curiosity and she asks him openly to find out the reason.
“It’s simple! If the donor creates all sorts of mystical devices using Taoist magic, no one will ever dare to think that the tomb is fake.”
“…”
“How can you think that it is not the tomb of a blood god when a mysterious space covered with all sorts of magical arts appears?”
“!!!!!”
