Chapter 311

Episode 311. You want to end the war?

Kunlun Samseon looked at the mother of the eight emperors with a calm face.

Now, no one doubted that the master’s technique was as good as martial arts.

It’s just amazing that one person could achieve that level of achievement in martial arts and techniques.

However, the Eighthwangsinmo was as surprised as Kunlun Samseon.

She truly admired them because she did not know how to dismantle the eight gates and arms so quickly.

Eighthwangsinmo poured tea into three cups.

“It’s a six-eye piece. It was brought by the ungrateful family owners. The only thing I can offer you is this. Please eat comfortably.”

Eighthwangsinmo spoke lightly, but Kunlun Samseon could not laugh.

They struggled to figure out the meaning behind ‘Non-Eye and Pyeon’ and ‘Ingratitude’.

“It was a good thing that I did not kill Vajrapani, the gatekeeper of the gate. The Eight Emperors are my favorite disciples, so if he died...”

The Goddess of the Eight Emperors shook her head.

Kunlun Samseon trembled at the cool eyes of the leader.

It’s just embarrassing to say, “Eat comfortably,” as it spews out life so frighteningly before the end.

“But it’s okay to be at ease now. Because the ancestors are my guests.”

“...”

Kunlun Samsun’s face relaxed a little.

The head of the famous church said he was a guest, so at least today it seems to be all right.

“The famous religion, as you know, is a sect that accepted Taoism and Buddhism. Right now, I can’t do it because my days are suspicious, but I plan to have exchanges with the conduits someday. I hope to have a good relationship with the Kunlunpa.”

The Kunlun Samseon formally nodded their heads.

It is a novel idea, but it is doubtful whether there is a conduit to exchange with the famous Moorim Gyo.

“How much did the three of you practice? No, how were you able to see through the divine power of Yukjeong Yukgap?”

The sage Taemu and the sage Taeryeong saw the sage Taeeul almost at the same time.

Under pressure from the priests, Seonin Taeeul reluctantly opened his mouth.

“The Kunlunpa has a technique called Sinantong. I saw divine power with it.”

“Ah, what a strange technique. What level of legal power do I need to reach to unfold it?”

Eighthwangsinmo was curious about the state of Kunlun Samseon’s technique.

Tae-eul Seon-in took a sip of tea before answering.

Of course, this is to buy time to think about how much to disclose.

“The stage of spiritual communication must be passed. If you sharpen and polish your yang god with futility, your divine eyes will open.”

I explained it as if I was floating in the clouds, but the Eighthwangsinmo understood at once.

“aha! You’re talking about Yeonsinhwanheo (鍊神還虛). Did all three of you go through Yeonshin Hwanheo?”

When Eighthwangsinmo came in with the secret of Taoism, Tae-eul Seon-in quietly changed his words.

“After experiencing Eight Gates, Palsang Jin, I realized that we were frogs in a well. The headmaster and the eight emperors must be at the stage of luck, right?”

The Eighthwangsinmo nodded graciously.

“It was only ten years ago that I was able to achieve the yeonheohapdo (炳虛合道). It is currently in the process of curing. Although the Eight Emperors are still in the final stage of Yeonsinhwanheo.”

“...”

Seon Tae-eul stopped breathing for a moment.

The priest said it with a calm face, but what he said was truly astonishing.

It is regrettable that sorcerers cannot achieve this even after training for a lifetime.

‘her! You have to practice Yeonsin Hwanheo for 30 years to reach Yeonheohapdo, and you have to practice Yeonheohapdo for 30 years to enter the path of healing....

‘

Yangsaeng is called Banseonjigyeong (半仙之境) by Taoists.

From then on, lifespan increases dramatically, making it difficult to guess age by appearance.

Taeeul Seonin inadvertently looked at the face of the Eighthwangsinmo.

When you become a sorcerer, you learn the first technique. When the eunggi reaches ten stars, it moves on to the chukgi.

Eunggi and chukgi are called ‘stages of luck’.

Each person is different, but in 30 years, you can reach 10 stars.

After that, if you study for 14 years, you will get good medicine, or good health.

In other words, it takes a full forty-four years to attain good health.

The training of Yeonsinhwanheo and Yeonheohapdo is all done with this good body.

‘If you achieved Yeonheohapdo 10 years ago, you would be older than twice (120 years old)...’ The

Although there was no signboard, it was evident from the exterior that it was a small spot.

“It’s late, but we’re still before the ceremony, so let’s wake up the owner. It’s a remote place, so I don’t think the owner will go to the door. How are you?”

“I agree.”

“me too.”

“me too.”

Kunlun Samseon readily accepted Zhang Mu-de’s proposal.

The owner would hate it in a bustling city, but it was clear that he would be rather welcome in a place like this.

Jang Mu-deok turned his head and looked at Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon.

It’s because it’s become a habit to ask for the opinions of two people since the beginning of eight gates.

Yeon Jeok-ha and Nam Gung-yeon also did not object.

After confirming the opinions of the two people, Zhang Mu-deok walked to the entrance of the spot.

The heartache, the only one excluded, grumbled in a barely audible voice.

“Why don’t you ask for my opinion? Am I the only one who melts? Confucius is also green.”

Moo-deok Jang, who was about to knock on the door, turned his head.

“What did you just say?”

“Oh no. I didn’t say anything.”

Heart pain did not dare to face him and quietly lowered his eyes.

bang. bang. bang.

Moo-deok Jang knocked on the door, and after a while, a human voice was heard from inside.

“Who are you late at night?”

“It’s a passer-by. It’s late, but can we get a meal and a place to sleep?”

“yes. Yes, please wait a moment.”

The voice of the owner of the spot, which had been half locked, suddenly changed to thick and lively.

Soon after, the elderly man opened the door wide.

“Oops! Are you seven?”

“Why are there not enough rooms?”

“no. There are three large rooms, so it’s a bit narrow, but you won’t have any problems staying.”

The owner hurriedly escorted the guests inside, perhaps fearing that the guests would just leave.

“I will serve food soon. I will clean your room while you eat.”

“I know.”

The restaurant owner hurriedly went into the kitchen without asking what he wanted to eat.

It was small and seemed to only sell certain foods.

With seven people sitting moderately, the restaurant was half full.

Only after sitting on the spot did the tension slowly disappear from people’s faces.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately drank the cold tea.

“Coheh! Cool! I guess I’ll live a bit now. When I go back to Mt. Fengji, it will be the son of old Sim.”

Heartache, who was sipping tea from the other side, laughed heartily.

“Hehe, I’ll remember that. South Koreans called it middle-class gold. Sooner or later, I will have a son who is not on my side. Feel so good!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you forget already? Didn’t you decide to bring the priest the red moon or the wind moon? You must go up Mt. Fungji to do that, right?”

“joy! I know one, I don’t know the other. Do you think the religious leader will be on Mt. Pungji for 10,000 years? will go down cancer.”

Taemu Seonin, who was listening to the conversation in the seat next to him, suddenly said something.

“Come to think of it, I couldn’t find out why the religious leader was in Mt. Pungji.”

Namgungyeon turned her gaze to Taemu.

“The three of you talked with the religious leader for a long time, didn’t you understand?”

“I had no time to think about anything else because the headmaster was tenaciously digging into the esoteric longevity technique.”

People reacted to the word ‘secret art of long life’.

This is because longevity is the simple wish of masters without special talent.

Yeonjeokha said a word.

“Sister, if you said that we would end the war anyway, wouldn’t you? Let’s not care anymore about what the religious leader does at Mount Pungji. Even with this, we have succeeded.”

“That’s right, Confucius. Even the musketeer won’t be able to say anything this time.”

At the words of heart pain, Zhang Wude and Kunlun Sanshen nodded their heads.

There was no doubt that the spies made the biggest contribution in the Cheonji League.