Chapter 148

Episode 148. Will you become a twelve horseman?

Towards the end of the conversation, Readers and Yang So-ran asked in passing.

“By the way, Dangju-nim, what do you mean by saying that Lee Cho-ryang and Baek-san died and turned into demon dragons and thunder gods?”

The famous religious 12 horsemen have already killed at least a dozen monks.

Because they gained power in such an evil way, they were sensitive to post-mortem changes. It’s because they don’t know what the consequences of what they’ve done to bring the members of the underworld will come.

Musan Nangrang and Lee Mae-hwa sent out a good wind in Gwirang-do, and then said quietly.

“There are strange rumors about the Twelve Horsemen lately. Did you say that the Twelve Horses die and turn into monsters? I thought it was nonsense, but it seems there is something. There will be a meeting of the Baekduma forces soon, so I’ll have to find out more about it then.”

“ah! I heard too. They say it’s a fairly well-known story among merchants.”

“To think such words were circulating in the mouths of merchants who had nothing to do with Moorim. Anything special?”

“Because they are wandering around the world, they must have picked up this and that. You said you were going to meet in Wuhan next month, right? I hope that the truth of the bizarre rumors will be revealed at this meeting.”

“Don’t worry too much. Maybe it’s just the nonsense of village ignoramuses.”

“I think so too.”

A bitter smile appeared on Yang So-ran’s lips.

There are various magical arts in the world.

The reason why the world is afraid of magic gong is that its power is great, but the process of learning it is cruel.

Soaking yourself in the blood of a brother or sister, eating a person’s heart, and so on.

All of the forbidden magic arts must be learned in a terrible way.

I thought the twelve horsemen of the famous church was one of those things.

‘But the dragon and the thunder god...’

I like the word, the dragon and the thunder god, that’s just a monster.

If you think, ‘There might be such a monster inside your body’, your appetite runs away.

After coming out of Dangju’s office, Yang So-ran headed to the inn to pack her travel bag.

As I was busily crossing the garden, I heard the sound of burning gold in the distance.

She turned her head slightly toward Soho.

Cruise ships floating around Soho with colorful lanterns caught my eye.

Watching people who are indulging in entertainment late into the night reminds me of Baeksan.

He was a very strict person to himself.

Among the infertile diners, only he abstained from alcohol and sex.

Do people become stars when they die?

Suddenly, Yang So-ran looked up at the night sky.

‘Did I meet my wife and son as I wished?’

However, the sky reflected in her eyes was only dark.

“ha!”

A sigh escaped Yang So-ran’s mouth.

I would have been more comfortable if I had just heard that he was dead.

It’s uncomfortable to hear that he suddenly turned into a god of thunder, as if something caught on the tip of his stomach.

‘Couldn’t you be suffering until death?’

I hope not.

Even for your own future.

As if to ridicule such an idea, the laughter of a courtesan could be heard from afar.

***

Ha Nam.

speech.

The famous Wolha Church.

late night.

Wolha Seonja, the owner of Wolha Church, left his place.

The attendants who had been waiting in the separate quarters quietly followed her.

The gaze of the Wolhaseonja, who was walking leisurely as if taking a walk, turned to the palace in the corner.

The signboard called Janggyeonggak (藏經閣) glistened in the moonlight.

It is a palace that stores the few scriptures of famous religions and the scriptures of Buddhism and Taoism.

As we approached the Janggyeonggak, a faint light streamed out.

The Seonja of the Moon, smiling as if he knew that, entered Janggyeonggak.

A middle-aged woman is engrossed in reading while lighting a lantern.

It was white rice wine.

She was reading the famous religious scriptures without knowing who had entered.

“So, is there any progress?”

Baek Mi-joo was startled by the voice of the Wolhaseonja and stood up from her seat.

“My lord.”

If you think about it, just like the twelve horsemen killed the monk, he was also killing the twelve horsemen.

One day, Gucheonnodo Shimtong said, ‘To become a master, you must become a human butcher.’

Do you feel comfortable when you become a human butcher?

However, killing the heinous Twelve Horsemen is burdensome.

It is a bit different from Namgungcheon, a sword with a vengeful spirit, Namgungcheon.

Not to mention the heartache blunted by murder.

I don’t think I’ll be able to do this anymore if I meet the twelve horsemen like Baeksan again.

I walked along the riverside with a frustrated heart.

Then, he picked up pebbles and floated the water dispenser.

Pong. Pong. Pong.

With the determination to launch it one more time, I threw stones nonstop.

The things that weighed on my heart fell off one by one.

As I was throwing stones with carelessness, I heard a fresh laugh from behind.

“Whoops! I asked where you went, what are you doing here?”

When I turned around, Jin Seol-ha was approaching.

“I am just letting the stone float on the water. Twelve were successful. It doesn’t get any better than that.”

“It’s gonna be fun. How are you doing?”

Seolha Jin showed interest.

“Well, I need to find a stone that is flat and easy to hold in my hand. Like this.”

Yeonjeokha held out the gravel he was holding in his hand.

“ah! And what?”

“This is how you throw it from as high as possible to the surface of the water.”

Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha threw the stone vigorously.

Pong. Pong. Pong. Pong...

The flat gravel floated and sank thirteen times.

“oh! Isn’t it thirteen times?”

“Iknow, right. I’ve been failing since before, but I’m succeeding in front of Jean Sozer.”

“Are you successful because of me?”

Jin Seol-ha smiled and joked.

He only laughed and didn’t match the rhythm.

“Can I too?”

Chin Seol-ha approached Yeonjeok-ha, as if she was tired of just watching.

“Is that so?”

He seemed to shrug his shoulders.

I didn’t know if Jin Seol-ha would do well, so I answered vaguely.

Namgungcheon, who was looking around the house, asked Namgungyeon.

“It seems like you haven’t seen the enemy since before? Do you know where he went?”

“It was like taking a walk along the river.”

“okay? It seemed to be tossing and turning for a long time at night. You can wake up late.”

“Are you loading?”

“huh. Shim Noh-bae said that he sometimes seems to have nightmares. You must be softer inside than you look. Well, I’ve never met a lot of people.”

“My heart must be heavy about Baeksan.”

“Oops. It makes me feel bad when I think of him too. Will there be more enemies?”

“I will look for it.”

“Will you? If possible, please listen to me. We’re the only ones he can talk to comfortably. There are many things to take care of, but take care of yourself too.”

At Namgungcheon’s words, Namgungyeon nodded.

I knew for the first time today that he had nightmares.

Men and women’s dorms are different, so it’s a part that you won’t know unless you tell them.

‘I should have looked at it a little more...’

Namgung-yeon, who blamed herself, hurriedly went out to the riverside.

It is not that difficult to find a person in a small port like Jang Ho-jin.

She stood on the spot where the boat was moored and looked at the riverside.

Yeon Jeok-ha and Chin Seol-ha were chattering like children and playing water swallows.

Jin Seol-ha’s jingling laughter rang in my ears.

Does Namgungcheon know?

That we aren’t the only ones the enemies can talk about comfortably.

After watching for a long time, Namgoongyeon slowly turned around.

I have to congratulate him on his new friend, but I can’t think of the right words. It feels like my brain has been burned white by being struck by lightning.