Chapter 277

Episode 277. I am the head of the famous religious sect.

Hyeonmu Dae Daeju Mu Sang Doje Jang Moo Deok faced his son.

“What do you wish for?”

Instead of answering, Jang Kang-ho, the windbreaker, picked up a glass of wine.

Even at this moment, my heart went back and forth.

My head says, ‘Let’s go back here,’ but my heart says, ‘Go.’

Even in the many ganghohaeng-eul, there has never been a day like today.

No one would believe it if the whims of the map of wind were boiling.

When he was silent, Jang Moo-deok asked again as if to confirm.

“Are you sure you don’t feel that good?”

“Honestly, yes. I thought I came this far because I was swayed by the musketeer’s prank.”

“I came and saw that it was not at all?”

“It seems that the musketeer did not know much about the affairs of the prefecture.”

“Because he’s always looking at Namgoongsegae.”

“Did your father know?”

“Didn’t you say that the people’s mind is the heart of heaven? The reason why people call Namgung-yeon a 10-year-old queen is because of her outstanding abilities, but she also cannot ignore her antipathy towards the musketeers. Since the Musketeer pushes Namgung Sega too much, people keep Namgung Yeon in check by giving Namgung Yeon a boost.”

“If that’s true, that’s really bizarre.”

“When you are about my age, you will be able to see a little bit of things called heavenly principles. Heaven seems to be indifferent to human affairs, but balances them in a totally outlandish way.”

“Looking at it through the eyes of such a father, how is Mt. Fengji? Is it really the gates of hell and the beginning of the end? Will the balance of the sky be right on Mt. Fungji?”

“Tsk tsk! stupid guy How can the balance of the sky be adjusted on Mt. Pungji, which is still? First there is change, then there is harmony.”

“Are we in the midst of a one-sided change?”

“If Mt. Fengji is, as people say, ‘the mountain of death’, then it would be so. I just hope the change is something we can handle.”

“If our Hyunmudae cannot handle it, it will be difficult for Cheonjimaeng to handle it too.”

“You are right. That’s why we have to go to Mt. Pungji to check it out.”

“...”

Jang Kang-ho nodded.

Hearing my father’s words made my mind clear.

After that, the rich man got up from his seat after drinking a few more drinks in silence.

***

Next morning.

Hyeonmudae masters set off for Pungjisan.

After walking until around noon, Mt. Fengji was close enough to be seen with the naked eye.

It is the time when masters of the current martial arts pass through the village at the foot of the mountain.

Dozens of villagers rushed in and shouted as if they had heard the rumors.

“Coopers! Please find my son. There has been no news since I went to the mountain to cut wood.”

“Find my father too! I haven’t heard from you for fifteen days since you went to the mountain!”

“My mother too! He went to gather herbs and is not coming back!”

“My father too...”

People poured out various stories to the Chunjimaeng masters.

Later, the road was blocked by villagers.

Jiang Kang-ho, who was worse than that, raised his strength and shouted.

“Listen! We are the people of Cheonjimaeng who came to investigate Mt. Fengji! Now you are blocking our way! How can you find someone when you can’t go!”

Only then did the villagers calm their excitement and retreat.

After a while, an old man in his seventies approached Jang Moo-deok, who was passing through the center of the village.

“Guests, I am Wang Yi-soo, the chief of this village. It’s lunch time. How about eating something? I would like to treat my customers with a grateful heart.”

Jang Moo-deok looked back at the present stage.

It was past noon, so it was time to start getting hungry.

It is difficult to eat at Mt. Fengji, so it was okay to eat here.

Jang Mu-deok nodded to Jang Kang-ho, the vice owner and son, who was next to him.

Jang Kang-ho, who guessed the meaning, immediately approached the village chief.

“Did you say village chief? I’ll have lunch anyway, so I’ll do as I say. Take the lead.”

“Yes yes. Well thought out.”

Wang Yi-soo led the masters of the Hyeonmudae to his house.

“When I go forward, I will be at the front, and when I go back, I will be at the rear. Everyone, if I tell you to step back, immediately descend without looking back. Do you understand?”

“yes!”

“I will!”

The masters of the Hyeonmudae responded to Jang Moo-deok’s declaration worthy of a grand agreement with determined faces.

As promised, Jang Moo-deok moved to the forefront.

He was followed by Jang Kang-ho, the head of the vice-captain, and the chief monk of Shaolin Temple, Mubeopseonsa, Gyeongcheonilgeom, Moyonghwang, and Cheonmyeonggeom, Jegal Jungyeong.

The general disciples and the people of the small breakwater followed him like a snake’s tail.

Contrary to what I was worried about, Mt. Fengji was calm.

Did you climb the mountain in about an hour (two hours)?

Until a sign named Seonnyeoam appeared in front of them, they didn’t see a single wild beast.

The majesty of climbing the mountain was gone, and the nervousness on people’s faces was young.

Mt. Fengji was quiet like a cemetery, and the only living things were trees and grass.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Seonnyeoam, the surrounding area widened.

All the masters of Hyunmu University, who climbed the narrow mountain path, gathered in one place.

Moo-deok Jang calmed down for a moment in front of the wide open front gate of Seonnyeoam.

creak.

After opening the door and entering, Moo-deok Jang’s eyes turned to the shrine.

In the center of the shrine, a middle-aged woman was sitting alone.

The female teacher did not give her a glance until all the masters of the current stage entered the yard.

Finally, when all fifty-two masters of the present stage entered, the female doctor turned her head.

Moo-deok Jang felt dizzy the moment his eyes met with the female teacher.

It is like looking at a night sky full of stars.

I was looking into the middle-aged woman’s eyes, but I couldn’t see her.

No matter how hard I stare at it, I cannot see the whole of the female swordsman.

Zhang Mu-deok felt himself standing naked under the starlight.

Overwhelmed by the mere glance, Zhang Mu-deok asked politely.

“Who are you?”

“Ugh. Do you want to know my name? I have several names. You look like you deserve to know one of them. Call me the Eighthwangsinmo.”

“Do you know anything about the disappearance of people in Mt. Fengji?”

“I guess it’s your turn to tell me who you are before that?”

“Oh, the old man is the mother-in-law. Kangho’s friends call me a free apprentice. Did you, by any chance, keep people in Mt. Fengji?”

“It can’t be. Doesn’t this Seonnyeoam have no place like it?”

“is it? Please answer if you do. Except for us, there is only you in Mt. Fengji. Why?”

The Eighthwangsinmo shook her head.

“Wrong. There are not a few people besides you and me in this Mt. Fengji.”

“I didn’t see anyone on the way to Seonnyeoam. Is there a place like this at the top of the mountain?”

“It can’t be. At the top of the mountain, only wind and clouds stay. Even when you reach the point of incarnation, can’t you see the people around you?”

Along with the words, the Eighthwangsinmo waved her hands.

Then, a strong wind blew from somewhere and swept Seonnyeoam.

Jang Moo-deok, who had been trembling in shock, hurriedly looked around.

Eight people stood upright like jangseung on the fence surrounding Seonnyeoam.

It is unrealistic, as if looking at a painting.

It was difficult for Zhang Mu-deok to comprehend what he was seeing.

From the eight of them, I couldn’t feel the breath or energy that people should radiate.

It was the first time that such a kind of martial arts or their inaction was unheard of.

A sigh escaped from Jang Moo-deok’s mouth as he watched the eight men and women in their fifties.

“ha! Eighthwangsinmo. Your method really sucks. I have never heard of a tactic like this in Jianghu. Who are you?”

The Eighthwangsinmo replied with a benevolent smile.

“I am the famous religious leader you have been wanting to meet.”

“A famous school?”

“It’s a teacher!”

Surprised by her words, the hyeonmudae masters reflexively drew out their swords.

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