Chapter 243 – 243. The Underworld
It was only two days, but it was a short time, but it felt like I had been holding the Hongryeon Bonghwangsword for the first time in a long time. It means that the density of time spent at Shaolin Temple is high.
After going out for a while, the returned Hongryeonbonghwangsword vibrates lightly, welcoming the reunion with me.
I lightly tapped the scabbard to mean that I like it too.
“Amituofo. You are a good soldier. I can feel the joy of being reunited with my master.”
“There was no need for the host to follow me, but…”
“Oh, are you uncomfortable with me following you?”
“To be honest, it is. Yes, it’s burdensome.”
Who wouldn’t feel burdened by the head of Shaolin, who has the same gorgeous blonde hair as me and has the same glamourous red eyes? I would ignore it if it was a Shaolin master in this world, but the Shaolin master in front of me is a master at a higher level than I am, and he has the appearance of Master.
No, it’s safe to say that they’re twins since they’re said to have been materialized by the demonic realm of a different potential master.
Maybe that’s why I’m reluctant to treat her carelessly, and my shoulders are tense just by being next to her. It’s like Master and twins, but there’s something about keeping an eye on a woman who isn’t Master… Doesn’t something feel very like that?
Turbuck.
Rocking.
Turbuck.
Rocking.
‘Does that make sense?’
The footsteps of the master of Shaolin were clearly cautious. The steps taken lightly are so small that they do not come out at all, and everything is moderated like a Buddhist without being rough.
Nevertheless, the hips that shook every time he walked and the chest that fluctuated greatly were the causes that made all men bow-legged.
It’s the same as rocking every time you walk, but at least Master is short, so his sexuality doesn’t show too much. It’s not to the point of being innocent and pretty, but rather than being sexy, it’s more like a lively impression. Of course, taking off her clothes makes even that explosively lewd.
Anyway, the girl in front of her is not even taking off her clothes, she is just walking, and the only exposure is that her cleavage is visible, but it is completely walking sexual obscenity.
In fact, while walking down the street now, I saw a couple of scenes where a few men stared at the bread beetle of her boss in awe, and then the woman next to her kicked her in the shin, slapped her on the cheek, and then went on her way in a huff. It’s not.
“It seems that the host doesn’t descend the mountain often.”
“May I ask why you think so?”
“If you’ve come here often, you’re sure to be one or two people staring at the head master in a state of fascination like that right here under Mount Sung. You can’t see them, so they’re very uncomfortable.”
“Whoops. You’re right.”
Shaolin usually has high self-esteem. Because it is called Mt. Taesan of the North Star in Gangho and belongs to Shaolin Temple, which boasts a thousand-year history, you can’t help but be proud of it.
However, perhaps because of this, mysteriously, Shaolin’s masters have been weak in their materialism from generation to generation.
Like the leader of those who shave their own hair.
Shaolin Sara’s desire for honor may be high, but her materialistic desire is remarkably low, so she does not do well in external activities.
In this world without even a demonic spectacle, at least it would be at least the Dragon Feast Club or the True Demon War.
‘Anyway, it’s a world where the old Murim era without the Demonic World still continues. It’s fresh.’
There was no need for a hunting team because there was no demonic world, and the structure of this world, which only competed with politics and inaction, felt fresh in its own way. Isn’t Yeo-ryeong, who is busy whining even when her cock is impaled, in this world full of evil spirits full of thoughts of conquering the midfield?
“Anyway, my presence seems to be the source of the anguish around me, so I’ll use some cognitive-impairing alcohol for a while.”
“…Do you know how to use magic?”
The master, who waved his fingers in the air and performed light magic, put his other hand on his chest and smiled.
“Even though it may seem like this, a part of me is currently in a state of communication with the master of the Siju. I learned the basic knowledge of magic from the parts I shared, so I can use magic to this extent.”
“This world has a much broader standard for enchantment than we do, so can the master of Shaolin Temple really use it like that?”
This world is a world without demons. Of course, the reasons for seeking power decreased, and because of that, witchcraft was a class that was not in the limelight because the era of the new Murim had not come.
No, rather, it is said that they are underestimated and looked down on because of witchcraft.
I wonder if it’s because legend says that magic is usually used by evil pseudos or monsters.
However, since the host, a resident of this world, was using witchcraft in the middle of the street, I had no choice but to ask with anxiety.
The corner of the host’s mouth that received the question was very light, but it was captured that the corner of the mouth naturally went up.
“Keuheum. You don’t have to worry. Just pretend it’s a magic trick.”
“…Isn’t that a lie?”
“Alcohol has the same character, and since I am a Buddhist, wouldn’t it be more appropriate to say it as a magic trick? It’s not a lie, but it’s just not the truth.”
“…”
It felt like the common sense that I was the master of Shaolin Temple was collapsing. Everything from the body to the mindset.
“Then, didn’t the lord use magic on the sacred Mount Sung? If this magic I performed was magic, then the lord performed magic on Sung Mountain… What would you do?”
“Shit. I lost.”
“Amituofo.”
At the chief’s point, I raised both hands above his shoulders as a sign of surrender.
In this world, since I am a Moorim hero called the Heavenly Colored Demon, I have changed the perception of the surroundings completely by spreading witchcraft and reverse magic. No matter how much it was, blonde hair and tanned skin couldn’t be changed just by changing the face, so it was an illusion at all.
Thanks to that, I had no problems living in Songshan like this.
Let it be known that I, a celestial demon, am accompanying the head of Shaolin.
‘There will be rumors again that I will rape the host.’
And the pursuit party will be formed again and search for Sungshan like teeth. Then I would be very annoyed too.
In order not to go there, I had to endure a bit of annoyance and wander around with my perception changed like this.
When I picked up on that part and said that, I couldn’t help but surrender. Of course, I was incomparable to the fact that, like a master of Shaolin, his hair-rolling skills were not normal.
Usually my words are accompanied by pressure and facts based on state and social position, so they are close to half threats. He was a strong and weak talker who had no reason to be eaten by a leader with a higher level of position or status.
“By the way, is it okay for the headmaster to go to the branch of Haomun, the Dark Swordsman, and make a request directly?”
“It’s not for a bad purpose. It’s to protect the donor’s world and my world. As a Buddhist, there’s nothing I can’t do.”
After we went out, we were going to ask Haomen for information about my party.
First of all, it seemed like no one had awakened to their egos, except for the Hwaryong, who had been incarnated by chance, and me, the master of the Life and Death Sutra. If so, shouldn’t I go out and run around looking for it, even barefoot?
Then, in an instant, it was the headmaster’s suggestion to make a request to Haomun.
I was speechless for a moment at the host’s remarks, which felt a strange sense of incongruity.
A situation where you can’t figure out what to answer. As I was hesitating, I suddenly felt a thick feeling on my arm, striking my mind.
The host unexpectedly crossed his arms.
As I stared at him, I smiled meaninglessly and hit the ball.
“Shijou. What are you so surprised about?”
“No. Men and women arm in arm outside. How are you doing in this unusual world?”
“Whoa. Aren’t you in disguise right now? The setting is for a man and a woman who met eyes on the street. If you’re going to do it, I think it’s better to do it properly, so I just do it. Otherwise, the benefactor-“
The red eyes send a glamorous look and create a sad look.
Looking at those eyes, I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ve done something wrong.
“You don’t like arm in arm with a nun like me, do you?”
Mungle.
‘I can’t help but hate it.’
There was no one who disliked the part of the body that physically reveals maternal love and crossed its arms to the extent that it was slightly crushed. Even small Confucianism will have no choice but to turn to Big Confucianism the moment it touches these superb breasts.
“It’s the opposite.”
“The opposite?”
“Because it’s so good that it’s dangerous for the lower body. Mainly in a sexual sense.”
Inadvertently, the headmaster’s gaze went down and touched my thighs.
The slightly convex groin made it easy to guess that the blood was concentrated in the yang water.
It was a natural incomplete erection that was not deliberately controlled with a sex ball. It’s okay to see her as her master’s twin, but she wants to get away from me so that she doesn’t fall in love with her right in front of her eyes.
It was my thought that no matter how benevolent the headmaster was, if he showed her like this to her virgin, he would distance himself from her, but-
“Chew.”
Seeing the host lick his lips, something made me very anxious.
‘No, you’re a monk.’
… What is the monk I know?