Chapter 155 – Chapter 155 – Martial Arts District (16)

Chapter 155 – Martial Arts District (16)

Somewhere in the wild a few days ago.

A monk walking on a mountain path rolling a rosary twitched his nose. There was a strong smell of blood.

“Hmm..?”

He hurriedly followed his blood and kicked the ground.

What I found there was a pile of corpses.

Decapitated bodies were scattered everywhere.

Judging from the broken wagons and strewn objects, it appeared that the caravan was attacked by bandits.

“Umm… Amitabha Buddha…”

The masked man, who was about to slit the last man’s throat, hesitated. He said, grabbing and pulling the survivor.

“You are late. Are you the wise servant of Shaolin Temple?”
“Amitabha. The small monk is King Hyeonjong, but who are you?”

As if holding a hostage, he thrust a sword into the survivor’s neck.

“Huh… I don’t know about that. I heard your palms are a bit spicy. Would you like to take a look at it?”
“How…?”

A light flashed from the sharp beat. Drops of blood leaked from the throat of the man held hostage.

He spoke to the monk in a pitiful voice.

“Sah, save me!”
“Hmm..”

The monk looked at the man who was taken hostage. He looked like a good citizen who hadn’t mastered martial arts.

He flicked the rosary he was holding in his hand with his thumb.

Fit!

The rosary beads fired like a flashlight flew in a curved line. The bandit’s response was simple.

The hostage was used as a shield. The rosary was lodged in the hostage’s shoulder.

“Keah!”
“This.”

The monk who looked at it with an apologetic face let out a deep sigh.

He naturally put his palms together and pointed his right palm to the ground.

At that moment, a golden palm appeared in the air and fell down.

Kwak!

The threatening bandit was pinned to the ground. Like being crushed by something huge.

“Gagging..!”

A large palm print was dug into the hard dirt road.

The hostages, realizing that they had been released late, hurriedly ran.

“Huh..! Go, thank you!”

Cried the bandit who was vomiting blood on the ground.

“···The Tathagata kidney was confirmed. Hit!”
“Amitabha. It must have been waiting for a small monk.”

Let’s eat!

Arrows and other memorized words poured down like rain.

The monk’s response was concise. He simply stretched his palm forward.

Teeting!

All the memorized words that flew in from all directions bounced off. At the same time, dozens of attackers were pinned to the ground.

“Turn it off..!”

All around them were the marks of the crushing of huge palms.

The monk frowned as he approached the bandit leader who was wriggling with his head on the ground.

“If you have business with a small monk, he will come to you. How can he be innocent.. Gagging?!”

I lowered my head. Suddenly, a sharp blade protruded from the vicinity of the heart.

I squeezed my last strength and turned my head.

The last time the man who had been taken hostage earlier drew his sword expressionlessly, and his consciousness was cut off.

The bandit boss stood up with a painful face. I bowed my head to the man who was being held hostage.

The man nodded his head as if to be greeted.

“Take care of it.”

A bandit boss sprayed a certain liquid on the monk. The corpse melted away with the stench.

He even burned the monk’s clothes and said to the man who was being held hostage.

“…Can I really handle it roughly like this? Wouldn’t it be better to disguise it as an accidental death?”
“It doesn’t matter now. It wasn’t too long anyway.”

He took out the note from his pocket and examined it.

I glared at the piece of paper written on it with cold eyes.

***

Point-changer.

Siwoo and the others followed the five elders and entered a building marked as a reception hall.

“Haha. Tea that is good for the body. Enjoy your meal.”

Tea was served. The scent wasn’t bad. But when I took a sip, my tongue tingled.

‘Wow… It’s too bitter…?’

The bitter taste that people want to eat. I wondered if he was going to fuck me, but he wasn’t.

I saw a fortune teller elder savoring the tasteless tea. While enjoying the scent of tea, he said to Siwoo.

“It’s awesome too. Does it fit in your mouth?”
“Ah.. Yes.”

After answering politely, I put the car down.

“Good thing. Anyway, it was great. To beat Ilyoung so one-sidedly.”
“Um… Do I have to apologize?”

The elder laughed heartily and shook his head.

“At all! Rather thank you I was worried because Ilyoung was so arrogant. I was embarrassed properly this time, so I must have come to my senses. By the way… Are you really ignorant? Ilyoung is pretty strong among peers.”

“There is no such thing as a samurai.”

“Her..! If so, that’s even better. How about becoming a disciple of a fortune teller? If it’s burdensome, you can stay as a guest.”

“I will decline.”

Answered immediately. I didn’t want to be in a men’s bath like this even if I had to pay billions of dollars.

The shop assistant elder smacked his lips.

“Hum.. I’m sorry. Ah! The conversation leaked because I enjoyed the conversation. Okay. What did you come from Eunlim for?”

Sohyangi took out her old wooden tablet from her bosom and held it out. On her wooden tablet, the word jeomchang was engraved in sharp handwriting.

A cool aura emanated from it, as if it had been carved with a sword. Elder Wu examined his wooden plank with careful eyes and nodded his head.

“Um… I definitely got it.”

A long time ago, a fortune teller handed over a wooden plaque to Eunlim in favor. Since I received this, I had to grant a reasonable request.

“In exchange for this hand, I want to learn about the four-day swordsmanship.”

The elder five, who had been laughing kindly, hesitated. She said with a troubled expression.

“Four days sword method..? You mean the old martial arts?”
“Yes.”

After thinking for a while, the old man spoke in a trembling tone.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking. Not all old martial arts are excellent. Rather, it is difficult to learn because there are many unfriendly and floating phrases. It’s not that powerful either…”

“It’s okay. I will learn it and judge it.”

Elder Oh, who was fiddling with the wooden tablet in his hand, said as if he couldn’t help it.

“···Ha. It’s an embarrassing thing to say. At least my priest devoted his whole life to restoring the sword method… I just wasted my precious talent and time. I hope you will also make a wise decision.”

***

The party was guided by Elder Myeong Jin-ok of the fortune teller group.

The person who knows the most about the four-day sword method in the current divination school.

The Great Elder has been proud of her exceptional talent since her youth. He was on the verge of peaking at the age of twenty, so he was well aware of his talent.

One day he set a goal. I will reproduce the four-day sword method of the first long master. Everyone tried, but to no avail.

He devoted his life to reviving martial arts practiced in real life by chasing records left behind.

It was already 40 years past.

*

Elder Myung Jin-ok lived in a remote place.

I arrived after almost crossing a mountain peak.

Kwak Hae-san, who was guiding the way, shouted.

“Mr. Elder! A guest has arrived.”

After a while, an old man came out of the living room.

Siwoo’s first impression of seeing the elder was that he was skinny.

‘It’s a skeleton.’

There were only bones. He was told that he was 60 years old, but he was seemingly an old man who would not be strange if he died tomorrow.

If you were a Moorim person, you were like that even when you were in your prime.

I didn’t feel much inner air. It was as if he had stopped practicing internal energy at some point.

The level of martial arts was low for an elder of the fortune teller group. Barely peak.

He heard from the elder five that he had reached his peak at the age of 20, but he could not take a single step forward.

His stubbornness was palpable in his tightly closed mouth.

“She herself is Myeongjin Ok.”

She said the matter with a simple voiceover.

When she said that she had come to learn four-day swordsmanship, the elder asked Sohyang.

“Sozer. Are you trying to learn the four-day swordsmanship knowing that it is a new killing technique?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m trying to learn.”

“Then, do you know about the curse of the Goddess of Mercy?”
“A curse?”

“As expected, I don’t know the details. Sinsalmugong is the first blood horse that was called the best in all ages. It must have been called out of respect for the martial arts of those who killed him.”

Eun Ja-hyun frowned and said.

“I heard that he is strong enough to kill a freshman.”

“That is a twisted word. A long time ago, martial arts reached the sky, and blood demons did all sorts of depravity. It is said that immortals descended from a worse sky to punish him.”

“Hmm..”

“However, the blood demon’s martial arts reached the level of the Pacheon, so it was said that freshness was not easily determined. At that time, those who helped the immortals and fought against the blood demons were the masters of the Shinsalmugong.”

I wondered what the problem was with learning such martial arts. The great elder hardened her complexion, and she said.

“The problem is… Most of the new killer martial artists passed away at a young age. Few of them have been fully handed down to this day. Shaolin’s Tathagata Goddess or Demonic Cult’s Heavenly Demon Goddess…”

I did not readily understand. Sohyangi asked me to watch quietly from the side, but she spoke up out of curiosity.

“Death at a young age. Is that the curse of the god killer?”

“Well… There is a saying that it is because of the curse of the first blood demon… There are more rational reasons than that.”

The old man spoke in a voice filled with resentment.

“Due to the nature of old martial arts, where there is no system, it is difficult to learn only with a non-class level. In the end, it has to be delivered orally. How long will such an airspace last? In the end, it was lost little by little, and since I learned incomplete martial arts, I have no choice but to live with the coin inhalation.”

Sohyang, who had been quietly listening to the story for a while, spoke.

“Then… Hasn’t the elder also mastered the four-day swordsmanship?”

“That’s right. He gave 40 years and failed. Still, if you want, I will tell you the record left by the first official.”
“..Please tell me.”

As if recalling a memory, the great elder looked at the sky and spoke in a calm voice.

“That day. I saw the sun on the sword of an old man who had no inner strength.”

After a moment of silence, he continued.

“This is the first record left by the first official. I couldn’t figure out what it meant. Since he is an old man without a handful of internal energy… Do I have to break even the short circuit?”

Eun Ja-hyeon, her brow furrowed, intervened.

“Wait a minute. So, what about daily inspections? Aren’t you a fortune teller?”

“Care check..? Does anyone else want to meet him as much as I do? I checked each and every one of the disciples who went outside just in case. I could only confirm that it was not.”

In a slightly gloomy atmosphere, Siu said shyly.

“Day check? Is that me?”
“Yes..?”
“I’m a four-day inspection.”