Chapter 357

Episode 357. The eyes of the Yakushi Nyorai Baek

Il-un guru and trainees focused on Gwangseongja’s mouth.

The training methods of the masters are different.

Meditation and breathing are central, but some have introduced bizarre methods.

Among them, there were many things that people could not understand at all.

However, since it could not be defined as ‘the way is this’, the travels of the Taoists were regarded as part of seeking the way.

The question, ‘Is the head of a famous religious sect who pursues Shinseon Buddhism also a seeker?’ was a very sensitive one.

Gwang Seong-ja looked at Jang Yi-do, the practitioner who asked the question, and then answered.

“He might be a seeker in a broad sense.”

“Ah...”

Sighs flowed from the mouths of the guru and practitioners.

Calling famous religious leaders as seekers is an insult to the Tao.

But it was also true that there were no other words to describe his actions.

“However, his sword is a magic sword.”

Belatedly, the masters and practitioners understood Gwangseongja’s words and nodded.

Certainly, there seems to be no expression more appropriate than magic.

Zhang Yi-dao, who had asked the question, did not ask any more with a satisfied face.

The long, heated sermon was over.

The masters and practitioners left the Oryong Palace in an orderly manner.

The guru and trainees who landed in the yard glanced at one corner of the extension.

This is because a rare beauty is standing like a painting under the shade of a tree.

Do you know if it is Sangcheong Palace or Taehwa Palace?

The masters of Oryonggung did not recognize Namgungyeon after 10 battles and only glanced sideways.

Only Master Cheonmyeong, the ruler of the Oryong Palace, recognized her and hurriedly approached her.

“What is Empress Dowager Tenjeon doing in the Oryong Palace?”

Master Cheonmyeong was polite even though Namgoongyeon was the age of her granddaughter.

This is because, compared to the fame of a ten warlords, Wuryong and Chilsa are fireflies in front of the sun.

“My father came and stopped by on an errand.”

Namgungyeon tried to get over it in the name of the sword king, Namgungbyeok.

It was not wrong to say that he had just delivered a letter from his father to his maternal grandfather.

“Aren’t you interested in magic?”

Master Cheonmyeong looked at Namgoongyeon with regretful eyes.

The wish of the seven masters of Oryong was to raise a disciple like Empress Dowager Ten.

“Thank you for your words, but I haven’t been able to use everything I’ve learned yet.”

At Namgung-yeon’s polite refusal, master Cheonmyeong only licked his lips.

“Did you come to meet a young man named Yeondubi?”

Since Yeon Doo-bi came on the recommendation of the Sword King, she asked just in case.

“yes. Can I see him separately?”

“It’s lunchtime now, so you can do whatever is convenient for you. It would be uncomfortable for people’s eyes, so would you rather sing Yeon Doo-bi separately?”

“no. Wudang Mountain is wide, so it will be okay if we meet outside the Dragon Palace.”

Namgoong-yeon was no stranger to shamanism when she was young.

Master Cheonmyeong nodded his head calmly.

He thought that since she was the granddaughter of Taehwagung Elder Taesang, she would take care of herself.

“Then let’s stop with the frequency.”

“Yes, take a look.”

After sending thousands of masters, Namgung-yeon turned his attention to the pouring out of the trainees.

‘Hut!’

For an instant, Namgoongyeon’s eyes widened.

Looking at the back, I thought it was definitely a relationship, but the face was completely different.

Confused and at a loss for what to do, Namgung-yeon heard a transmission sound in his ears.

-sister. I’m right. My face was a bit swollen because the detoxification was less.

It was only when he heard the familiar electric sound that Namgung-yeon realized that the young man with the swollen face was Yeon Jeok-ha.

But is it less detoxified?

Namgungyeon, whose heart was burning, sent a telegram to Yeonjeokha.

-Follow me.

Namgungyeon, who was standing in the shade of a tree, passed through Woldongmun and went outside the precincts of Oryonggung Palace.

As soon as he left Ohryonggung, Namgoongyeon rushed to the light technique.

In the blink of an eye, she crossed a mountain and came to a hasty stop.

Beside him, a cascade descended like the wind.

Namgungyeon hurriedly turned around and looked at Yeonjeokha’s face.

“What happened? Why did that clean face become like this?”

“That’s because I got to know people from Heochang called Cheongju Three Gorges.”

“It’s a place anyone would like at this height. It’s quiet and cozy.”

“I see.”

I took a look around the cave that was connected.

indeed! It seemed suitable for a normal person to live.

As he snooped inside the cave, he heard an old voice.

“Who are you?”

In an instant, the younger brother’s mouth fell open.

There is another person.

It’s already the third pharmacist I’ve met.

He introduced himself one step faster than Namgung-yeon.

“My name is Yeonnamcheon, a trainee of Oryonggung. We are looking for a pharmacist named Baek Il-woon.”

Namgoongyeon looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Obviously, Master Cheonmyeong called him ‘Yeondubi’. By the way, what is ‘Yeonnamcheon’?

“Come in.”

Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon looked at each other with meaningful eyes.

Previous pharmacists said, ‘There is no such person here.’ But this time, it’s ‘come in’.

Upon entering the cave, an old man was sitting in front of the hearth in the center.

The old man who was fanning the brazier raised his head slightly.

“Why is a practitioner of the Dragon Palace looking for Baek Il-un?”

Yeonjeokha politely replied.

“I fell victim to the poison called Nakwol dictatorship created by Tang Yun-mang. I overpowered him and took the antidote, but the poison is still in my body. A person named Yakushi Nyorai Baek Il-un said he could cure it, so I was looking for it.”

“Who said that?”

“It’s luck.”

“Tsk!”

The old man’s face looked complicated as he clicked his tongue.

After that, the old man didn’t say anything and just fanned gently.

Yeonjeokha, who had been standing still and watching the old man do it, tilted his head.

I put a brazier in the cave, but it’s not hot?

When I looked at the hearth, there was no fire underneath.

The fire seemed to have been extinguished for a long time, and there were no embers left.

So, the old man is now fanning the cold brazier.

‘Am I crazy?’

With the gray-haired old man doing that, I couldn’t think of anything else.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who was worse than him, was about to open his mouth, but Namgung-yeon said.

“You’re Yakushi Nyorai, Baek Il-wun, right?”

Then, the old man looked up at Namgungyeon with a puzzled look on his dissatisfaction.

“Who is Soja?”

“My name is Namgoongyeon.”

“Is Namgungse a human?”

“yes.”

The old man nodded his head with a sullen face, as if he did not know Namgung-yeon.

“What’s going on with the Sword King?”

“You are my father.”

“Right.”

As if the old man had said everything, he concentrated on fanning again.

Yeonjeokha asked.

“Is your grandfather one hundred days lucky?”

He believed that the old man was Baek Il-woon because he absolutely trusted Namgung-yeon’s eyesight.

The old man replied with a reluctant face.

“Right.”

Then, he took something out of his arms.

It was a piece of paper with the name of the 100-armed dog that Tang Yun-mang called me to refer to.

“Please take this as a reference and prepare an antidote. These are the names of the hundred and eight poisons that Dan Yun-mang gave me.”

But Baek Il-woon didn’t even look at him.

The frustrated Yeon Jeok-ha shook the paper in front of Baek Il-wun.

“Congressman’s grandfather? Dan Yun-mang recommended the grandfather. Can you stop fanning yourself and make me some medicine?”

“I’m sorry, but I really don’t have time for anything else right now. It takes a thousand days to smelt this short medicine, but there are still ninety-nine days left. So go find someone else.”

“What are you smelting when there is no fire?”

“Don’t interfere and get out of the way. It just looks like that because the flames are low.”

Yeonjeokha pushed his hand under the brazier.

There was not even a single ash left, let alone an ember.

Even the huge brazier was so cool that the bottom was cold.

‘what is this.’