Chapter 592 – King Yan’s Disciple 6 (13)

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The white flame became a black and white double flame and then became white flame again.

The reason he returned to the nickname Baekyeom was largely influenced by Baekyeomjiro (白炎指路), which Han Si-an is drawing.

Han Xian’s strong journey began in the Red World.

On his journey that began the moment a lot of monsters started appearing, Han Sian left a trace in each village he visited.

A weapon imbued with white flame.

Whether it was a sword, a spear, or an axe, he breathed his energy into the weapons of those who sacrificed and worked hard to protect the village, causing pure white flames to linger.

When it became known that the weapon had the effect of making monsters reluctant to approach if it was in the village, people began to keep an eye on where Baekyeom would visit next.

“Where on earth is Baekyeomjiro headed?”

Someone asked that.

Han Xian stopped by two or three villages a day, but he was moving too quickly to be considered a martial arts warrior in general.

It was something different from Kang Ho-haeng, who left wherever he came without a specific destination in order to achieve the goal of the cooperative.

So, everyone thought that the destination for Baekyeomji was fixed, and when Kang Ho, who started from the east, passed by Shaolin and Shaman, they remembered a group that had been forgotten.

“Isn’t it Xinjiang, where the Demonic Cult was located?”

A person who had thought about Baek Yeom’s career in his own way answered that question.

There were times when I went northwest to Baekyeomji, and there were times when I went southwest, but it was constant that I was moving steadily from east to west.

Since something big happened in Sacheon in the southwest, won’t something big happen in the northwest next?

‘The white flame heads to the place where the Demonic Cult that worships the Heavenly Demon was located, deep in the northwest of the central plains.’

In addition to the speculation, rumors began to spread that the king of monsters who had put the central region in danger was located in the land of the old demonic religion.

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“Eun-gong. There is no need to give us this much. We have received enough help.”

Hye-ah, who lives at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, bowed her waist and declined the money bag I gave her.

“Stock it well. Considering how big he is, there will come a time when your work will not be able to handle it.”

The half-orc Chobaek, who was less than a year old, was larger than the average adult male.

Even if you are not properly nourished, what happens if you gain weight by eating meat and learn martial arts? The amount of food had to be considerable.

If you don’t want to hear the sound of insectivores at Shaolin Temple, it would be right to pay for your meal properly.

“Thank you, Eunkong.”

Hye-ah thought of Chobaek and put her money her in her arms her.

To the wreck-like appearance she had when I first met her, she looked really healthy, but I could feel that her hands were quite damaged.

She told me to stay healthy, but she felt like she was stuck at a basic level because she was busy working.

“Stretch out your hands.”

“Yes.”

Her daughter, who lost her husband, reached out to another man without hesitation.

Since we didn’t have those feelings for each other, I held their hands and breathed some energy into them.

Heat to help you recover your stamina, and yang energy to transform the yin energy you have created into the inner energy of a female warrior.

Just by infusing energy for a short period of time, Hye-ah’s body became full of vitality.

“Ah…”

Hye-ah, who immediately felt that her body had improved, stepped behind her and bowed directly to her bare bottom.

I thought it wasn’t her mother’s choice to send her son to the Shaolin Temple to worship her Buddha, but what about her?

After waiting for her to finish bowing, I extended my hand to Hye-ah, who had a red mark on her forehead.

“Because of your sincerity, Chobaek will grow well.”

“Yes. I also trust my son and Eunkong.”

She bowed lightly to Hye-ah, her spirit not to be broken any longer, and left her residence.

“Come on. Let’s go to Buddhahood.”

“Master, it feels a bit strange when you say that…”

Shahemos, who was waiting outside, puffed out his cheeks and said.

“It’s going to stick to my soul anyway, right?”

“Hmph. Yes, I’ll stick around forever.”

Shahemos clung to my leg as if showing his will not to fall.

As we climbed the mountain of Shaolin Temple, where there were many worshipers, Sohye seemed tired and ended up putting her on my back.

When we lit white flames to meet Monk Bangjang and Chobaek, there was a bit of a commotion, but the effect was clear.

I passed the worshipers who were shaking their heads at me, entered the interior of the Shaolin Temple, and greeted the monk with Sohye.

“Monk. How have you been?”

“I’m doing well. That girl… Um.”

Because Monk Bangjang saw clearly that Sohye was not an ordinary girl, it became easier to talk to her.

“I stopped by Shaolin for two reasons. First, to check how Chobaek, whom I left in my care, was doing well, and to attain Buddhahood for this child known as Sohye.”

“It appears to be to inform people around that one has attained Buddhahood.”

“That’s right. I’m not a human, but I’m known as a human, so there’s a bit of a problem. If the story spreads that I was carrying around a ghost, there will be people who see this power as something evil. I kept taking it with me to make it become a Buddha, and I achieved Buddhahood in Shaolin. That’s about it. I think we can minimize the fuss if we notify.”

After hearing my story, monk Bangjang poured tea into a cup, took a slow sip, and said.

“Siju Han, was that child the true identity of Black Flame?”

“Yes. You can think so.”

“I guess it won’t be that difficult because you just have to pretend. Give me two days to prepare. And Chobaek… How about we go together?”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“It’s just a short walk. It’s too light compared to a mayor who works hard to stabilize the midfield.”

After finishing his tea, Venerable Bangjang stood up.

I walked with Shahemos following the monk Bangjang and was able to look into every nook and cranny of the Shaolin temple we visited as if we were hiding in the night.

Should I say that it is completely opposite the entrance that welcomes worshipers? When I went near the cliff where I couldn’t see the way down, there were monks guarding the road to a building.

Looking at the lumpy body, it looks like he is a monk. How did he grow that body?

‘Is it meat after all?’

The monks of Shaolin did not follow a completely vegetarian diet as I had thought, but they also seemed to eat meat well.

It is said that the Shaolin of the past and the Shaolin of today are very different, so meat-eating for health is probably included.

“Bangjang Monk, may I bring in two outsiders?”

“The person who brought Chobaek is Baekyeom Han Siju. That is enough qualification.”

“Chobaek…”

The wary look in the eyes of the two monks towards me has eased considerably.

As I walked down the street with the monk Bangjang and entered the building, a sight beyond what I expected unfolded.

It was a place where there were more people with green skin than flesh-colored people. Fortunately, it seemed calm due to some degree of civilization, but it was a place that most people would feel great fear.

“Do you remember what I asked a donor to do before?”

“Monk Bangjang asked me to help Shaolin if it falls into crisis.”

“What do you think? I think if there is a problem, it will be here.”

It seemed that the problem that would arise here, the problem that would arise when these green-skinned half-youkai became Buddhists and went out, would not be able to be helped from the high positions one usually thinks of.

If I succeed Master and become King Yeom, wouldn’t it be enough to claim myself as Shaolin’s guardian?

“I will try.”

“I will believe in Han Si-ju. There is Chobaek over there.”

I thought it was awkward to see a large half-orc sitting down, holding a small Buddhist scripture and reciting it.

However, it seemed as if he had already adapted and was reciting the Buddhist scriptures well without any movement.

Other green-skinned guys couldn’t stay still and were beaten with bamboo by other monks, but Chobaek was unrivaled.

“I think you can see that the monks’ eyes changed when they heard that Chobaek was brought in.”

Monk Bangjang, who heard me, said with a faint smile.

“Most of the monks who look after the children here are from the Demonic Cult. They brought in children who were in danger of dying because they were born into the Demonic Cult and raised them as Buddhists. The children are giving back the blessings they have earned. Well done. I will.”

The hardships that these people, who look different from each other, will go through in their lives will be more severe than the monks from the Demonic religion that Venerable Bangjang used as an example.

Still, in order to be able to blend in well with the world, we must first prevent more monsters from attacking people.

“I believe it too.”

I didn’t think I needed to talk much with Chobaek, so I watched from afar and left the building.

“Lord Han, I will immediately prepare a place to make offerings. How about staying at the Shaolin Temple for a few days?”

“Yes, I will.”

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Two days after arriving at Shaolin Temple, a place for offering offerings was prepared, and I was alone when I came down from Shaolin Temple the next day.

I only reverse-summoned Shahemos, who I had already summoned, but I felt a sense of relief as I no longer had a companion whose body temperature I could feel.

“I rested well for a few days, so I should run again.”

(Call me if you need to deal with demonic energy~)

(Okay. Is Wozniel okay?)

(Yes, master. I am well-connected to the divinity that you scattered.)

The divinity scattered to protect you every time you pass through a village contains the protective power of Wozniel, so it will be fine.

It is good to create such a safe area, but it is also important to prevent people who create cracks in the world.

“Okay, then let’s keep going.”