Chapter 272

[Episode 89: Return (1)]

-The strength is not like that of a real human.

Sodamgeom stuck out his tongue.

I, too, was deeply impressed by my own strength when I saw the 20-odd square meters of land devastated.

It wasn't any special herbalism, he just swung the sword with energy.

This level of power was achieved with just a sword strike.

“Off.”

The guy who fell to the floor looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

The power gap must have been clearly felt.

However, the effect of Dragon and Tiger Forbidden was definitely great.

The bleeding had already stopped and the blood vessels in the parts of the body that had been blown away were sprouting, showing signs of regeneration.

Also, you have to cut off your head.

“I want to make it more painful, but I have to go help the teachers.”

To finish, I lifted my sword up on the guy's neck and said,

“Haa...haa...what a monster.”

The guy opened his mouth.

“Is this your last will?”

“Is it so wrong that we should benefit the world for the people who drove out the tyrant?”

I guess he wants to tell me about his beliefs.

But I don't want to get into that argument with you.

As I looked down coldly and tried to strike down my sword without answering, the guy urgently shouted at me.

“I surrender!”

“what?”

A declaration of surrender suddenly came out of the guy's mouth.

For such a stubborn guy to suddenly say something like this, does that mean he doesn't want to die?

“Are you going to surrender now?”

“There was a difference between winning and losing. “You can kill me as much as you want, right?”

“so?”

“Even on the battlefield, if you surrender, don’t you show respect to the loser?”

“Are you asking me to treat you like you surrendered?”

“.......Although we have been excommunicated, in a sense you and I are no different from alumni. You weren't taught by your teachers to kill anyone who surrendered and had no intention of fighting, right? “Wouldn’t that be against Fuse’s laws?”

“under?”

-I use dragons to survive.

It seems like what Sodamgeom said.

The fact that a person with such strong pride and unbending beliefs bows his head is an expression of his will to survive even the humiliation with the heart of Washinsangdam.

The guy continued talking.

“I...I can't die like this. “If I die like this without accomplishing my cause, I won’t have to see the Samae who left before me.”

“........”

“Take me to Master and the Soseon. “I will follow their decision.”

It's absurd.

I know this guy when I see it.

Master Geomseon and the other seven practitioners are also practitioners of the Way, so they refrain from killing.

He knows that he will not kill him if he is empty.

A cold mockery came out.

“It’s okay to laugh at it. “I have a reason to live my life.”

“It sucks.”

“If you want to vent your anger, you can do it as much as you want. However, the price for my actions will depend not on you, but on how the teachers treat me...”

-Sure!

I brought the sword closer to the guy's neck.

Then the guy shouted urgently.

“What is this? “Didn’t we talk about it just now?”

“It did.”

“But why are you doing this? If you are also Dohwaseon’s disciple.....”

“Hey. “Vigilance.”

“hey?”

“There is a misunderstanding. I am not a Taoist.”

‘!?'

The guy’s eyes wavered.

Actually, he is the one who has mistaken me as Geomseon's secret disciple all this time.

Moreover, he must have thought that he would be even more bound to the teachings of Dohwaseon since he received his skills from the eight masters as if they were common masters.

“But why do they treat you like that?”

“It’s your punishment. And although I haven’t lived as long as you, I know one thing because I have lived through all kinds of ups and downs.”

“what?”

“The answer is to just kill a guy like you.”

“Wait a minute...”

-Chuck!

-Rolling around!

Before he could finish speaking, the guy's neck cracked and his head rolled to the side.

The answer is to kill this guy.

If you leave it alive, you will be punished in some way.

“........”

It’s such a tough vitality.

Even if their head is cut, they do not die immediately.

The guy muttered something with his eyes wide open, but since he had no vocal cords, nothing could be heard except a sound that sounded like the wind had been knocked out.

Are there a lot of regrets left?

I said, lifting my foot above his head.

“Fuck your bullshit in hell.”

And then I stomped on the head that was staring at me.

-Kwasik!

My head was completely crushed.

There is no more movement or sign of regeneration.

The same was true for the body.

“Whoa.”

In some ways, this guy is also unlucky.

If he hadn't touched Sodamgeom, he might have achieved everything he wanted.

Anyway, now I have to go back to my teachers.

When I stretched out my hand, the Buddhist sphere Cheondun that was stuck in the ground was sucked into my hand.

-widely!

‘Cheondun. Let's go back to Master.'

I touch him for the first time.

-........

I tried to talk to him, but there was no answer.

It was always a question for three years and eight months.

“It has become really difficult.”

“...What do you mean by that?”

“What stopped the explosion of the Buddhist sphere just now was the True Man’s Buddhist sphere, Yeongbopilbeop.”

“Ah... that?”

The sutra paper that came out through the floor was Yeongbopilbeop, which is said to be the best among the eight Buddhist teachings in Dohwaseon.

I had no idea that this dharma ball would be at the center of the Dohwaseon.

Of course, I thought Jeongyang Jinin would have it.

Master Geomseon said as if he was sorry.

“Originally, if you returned after completing your role as an agent, we were going to exhaust our energy like before and change the flow with the power of Yeongbopilbeop to return you to when you were. But that has become difficult.”

“You mean...”

“It seems like it will be difficult until the damage from Yeongbopilbeop is recovered.”

At those words, I bit my lip.

Even if it wasn't the Yeongbopilbeop, looking at the teachers' condition, it seemed difficult to send me back right away.

I thought it would be possible to regain at least some level of energy.

How long will this take?

I approached Jeongyang Jinin, who was sighing, and asked.

“Jinin. How long do you think it will take for the Yeongbopilbeop to be restored?”

Jeongyang Jinin looked at me blankly.

To this I said:

“Please be honest. Even if it is not a Buddhist ball, looking at the energy the teachers have exhausted, I don’t think it will take that long.”

They were all old monks.

The energy I felt from them was so weak.

You will also need to take this rejuvenation period into consideration.

“It will take at least a year for the Buddhist scriptures to recover naturally, and I think we will need to purify for at least three or four years to regain some of our strength.”

‘.......ah.'

I couldn't bring myself to openly let out a sigh of disappointment.

If my teachers had overexerted themselves and failed to keep the fuse, I wouldn't have been able to return.

But that doesn't mean you can't go out and survive for hundreds of years.

Even if I were to receive a surgical procedure, I don't know if I would be able to maintain my mental state and emotions if I endured it for that long.

‘Three or four years...'

The period of time increased again.

This also cannot be confirmed.

The teachers must be rejuvenated enough to be able to handle the Dharma Instrument Yeongbopilbeop.

In the end, there is no answer other than waiting.

At that time, Master Zhang, now an old man with graying hair, approached me.

“This is a good thing.”

“yes?”

“Even so, I felt like I was not good at mastering the spear skill, but I will teach you the extreme meaning of Geumchang Jin-gyeong during your stay.”

It wasn't just Master Zhang.

Master Ha also spoke, taking out the lotus flower from his ear.

“Now that I am staying longer, I will help you train your spirit so that your spirit spirit can be balanced.”

“What your sister-in-law said is correct. “I already taught the basics of Seol-eum-hwa-yang-seon-mu, but I couldn’t teach the proper drama, so I guess I can teach it.”

“That would be fun. “If you do that, I too...”

One by one, the seven disciples are competing to teach me something.

Seeing them, I smiled helplessly without realizing it.

Should I like this?

I felt like I was Sam Jo’s uncle and it was very strange.

Sodamgeom spoke to me.

-Now that you've become like this, train yourself properly. That bastard, the Golden Sangje, must have worked hard to defeat you over the years.

‘...I see.'

Now that I think about it, I was the descendant of Geomseon that the king was afraid of.

It was only when I found out the guy's identity that I realized it.

‘Is it fate that I came to the past?'

It couldn't help but be very elaborate.

In that case, as Sodamgeom said, the Lord, or Geumsangje, would have been fully prepared for hundreds of years to find and kill me.

If you think about it that way, three or four years wasn't a very long time.

Rather, it may be a short preparation period.

‘....It's called discipline.'

After getting over my disappointment of not being able to return right away, I quickly took control of the eight disciples.

“Please ask me one more time.”

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There is a clumsy thatched house in the forest.

There was a man in shabby clothes walking there carrying a huge amount of firewood on his back.

The man who put down his luggage in front of the thatched hut wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

And then he muttered.

“I don’t even sweat, so maybe it’s become a habit and I can’t get over it.”

After ‘that day’, he became different from ordinary people.

My body didn't sweat and I could survive without eating.

It doesn't even cause physiological phenomena.

In fact, the act of cutting firewood, making a fire, and cooking food was meaningless, but if I didn't do this, I couldn't feel the fact that I was alive.

“ha. young master.”

A lot of time has passed since that day.

Sima Ying Sojeo, who waited with him until the end, disappeared after receiving word that his father was seriously injured, and there has been no news of him since.

I still have doubts.

Why did the master disappear?

Shortly after entering the foggy forest, the foggy forest disappeared.

But after that, the master never showed up.

“Master...are you really dead?”

If that was really the case, it would be so sad.

To disappear again after just that brief encounter.

The man, who was feeling dejected, picked up the gourd that was on the floor.

It was a gourd filled with alcohol.

I opened the cork and was about to drink it.

“When did you start drinking? Ah Song.”

‘!?'

The man couldn't believe his ears.

Thinking that I had heard something wrong, I put down the gourd and turned my head,

“Master Tao!”

Master Jin Woon-hwi, who had gone missing, was standing there.

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