Chapter 394

Episode 394. The answer is to descend quickly, right?

Shanxi.

parish prefecture.

Fengji Mountain Gorge.

early evening.

Eighthwangsinmo was drawing something on the floor.

This is the reverse five mangseong (逆五網星) I drew a few months ago when I summoned the Heavenly Son (天子魔).

When the picture was complete, she stretched out her arm to one side.

The rope snapped and the black goat tied to the stake was sucked into her palm.

Every-.

The head of the black goat that had been quietly held was separated from the body.

Subsequently, the blood of a black goat was sprinkled around Yeokmangseong.

The Eighthwangsinmo, who had finished preparing, looked away.

Within her gaze, a monk was trembling.

“You have nothing to fear. I will not sacrifice you like a goat.”

“Please save me.”

“Isn’t life and death a matter of Heaven? If I am not heaven, how can you ask me to save you?”

When the Eighthwangsinmo waved her hand, the twelve horsemen who had been waiting dragged the monk to Yeok-Omang Fortress.

The monk begged for his life several times, but it was only an empty cry.

The 12 horsemen, after taking blood on the monk, sat down in the middle of the Fortress and retreated.

Soon after, the spell taught by the god of the clear stream flowed from the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.

“Lena Thiag Aye Yaha Jadu Samrat!”

However, there was no change in the reverse five mangseong, probably because of a lack of faith.

The Eighthwangsinmo frowned lightly.

It’s always like this.

Even if you memorize the spell correctly, it doesn’t work all at once.

I don’t know how the Demon of the Heavens – not even in this world – can distinguish between sincerity and mere recitation.

The Eighthwangsinmo chanted the spell once again.

This time, he desperately hoped that his origin would reach the Cheonjama in ‘Heaven of Kings’.

In an instant, a black flame burned from the floor where the pentagram was drawn.

Fire-.

As the flames turned to blood, the area around the Pentagram was filled with black smoke.

What was felt in the smoke was not mekeham, but malice.

Surprised by the eerie malevolence, a reflexive chanting burst out of the monk’s mouth.

“Namuami...”

But the monk’s words did not follow.

The black smoke filled with malice, as well as the monk, had disappeared without a trace.

“Hmm!”

The Eighthwangsinmo shook her head excitedly as to what she did not like.

Apparently, it was said that if the sacrifice was in the center of the pentagram, the king would take it.

The monk really disappeared without a trace.

However, for some reason, the alter ego of the king who took him did not manifest.

It’s like they just skipped the offerings.

At that time, the words of the god of the clear stream passed through the mind of the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.

-As your mother did, offer a human worthy of kings. Then the king will descend in his place.

Clearly, the god of cheongryu said, ‘As my mother did, offer a human being worthy of the title of kings’.

In response to the words ‘just like my mother did’, he continued to offer religious monks as sacrifices.

The sacrifice of the famous religion was a monk, so he thought it would be the same this time.

However, the king’s double did not manifest, and only the offerings disappeared five times.

Ordinary monks did not seem to fit the status of kings.

It seems that there is a problem with the rank of the sacrifice.

At that time, suddenly, the twelve horsemen standing in a daze entered her eyes.

Could it be that rank is related to gong power?

In the eyes of Moorim people, monks are like ordinary people, regardless of whether they have deep faith or shallowness.

No matter how much I thought about it, nothing else came to mind.

‘Well, if I change the offering, I’ll understand.’

The Eighthwangsinmo gestured to the twelve horsemen who were far away.

Five twelve horsemen who were running errands around the altar came running like the wind.

At Jaeunsa Temple, he even defeated Suramazon, a master of the Demonic Cult, with a sword.

‘The blue-blooded old man accepted the disciple well.’

I thought about it until right before I became a good student, and it seems that I did it in order to receive such a great disciple.

“It’s okay.”

“Hee hee, I guess he didn’t like the result because he didn’t look cool?”

“They say Namjin Musa is only half a success. By the way, that could lead to a protest against the non-partisan faction.”

“protest?”

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to reveal the fact that he was related.

I couldn’t hide it because I would find out that a non-partisan disciple was involved in a famous school.

“In fact, the person the Geumuiwiwi was trying to eliminate was a priest at the famous school.”

“Has your identity been known to them?”

“It’s not like that, but the people there knew that I was a disciple of the Dragon Palace.”

At those words, the face of the Heavenly Myeong Master darkened.

Wouldn’t it be the non-partisan faction disciples?

It was only a matter of time before rumors spread if there were even people from the Geumui Committee and the founding history.

“Then you might find out at the famous school.”

“I think so.”

“Don’t worry too much. Aren’t you an inside disciple? Originally, secular disciples do not follow the principles of the head mountain. If they knew the situation, they wouldn’t be able to say anything.”

“Then it’s fortunate...”

“Since that’s what happened, finish your studies as soon as possible and get off the mountain.”

“Can I just descend?”

“Nothing. That’s the good thing about being a disciple. The head temple has no responsibility or authority to direct and supervise the disciples of the secular family. If you leave the mountain, famous people cannot hold non-partisans accountable.”

“Then, the answer must be to descend before they start rambling, right?”

“haha.”

Master Cheonmyeong only laughed.

It’s obviously the sword king’s connections, but it’s rough to say.

Come to think of it, the first thing I did when I came to Palseongak was not ordinary.

Considering the family customs of the usually strict Namgung Family, he is a person who really does not fit.

“I have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“I know that you came to the headquarters on the recommendation of the Sword King. What is your relationship with the Sword King?”

“The Sword King is the brother-in-law of my father-in-law. It’s like an uncle to me.”

“ah! I see. What is the name of the ancestors?”

“He uses the character Hyeonmujaryong.”

Master Cheonmyeong nodded.

Having only trained in magic all his life, he couldn’t think of Yeonjeokha from Yeonmuryong’s name.

“Yes, the ancestors will be happy to see you. Until the day you descend, keep working hard.”

“yes.”

He greeted the master Cheonmyeong, who had a relationship with him, and left Geumjeonggak.

As I trudged toward the Oryong Palace, the sound of the sermon softly echoed throughout the yard.

He was a Baegun guru who taught the sorcery to the disciples.

‘aha! That’s why the princess was at Geumjeonggak.’

The Oryong masters often left their seats for lectures by their juniors, as they do now.

But for a newbie like myself, it’s a great learning opportunity.

Yeonjeokha quietly entered the Ohryonggung and took a seat in the back row.

“...The Brain Law is the magic of the Five Dragons Palace, and it is based on Naedan (內丹) and uses amulets and spells together. According to the Gucheon Eung-won Thunder Seong-bo-hwa-cheon-jon-ok-chu-bo-gyeong (九天應元雷聲普化天尊玉樞寶經), the great god presiding over the brain is the Thunder-seongbohwacheonjon (雷聲普化天尊). What we need to know before practicing the brain method is...”

Namcheon came into Baekwoon’s eyes as he continued the sermon.

For an instant, Master Baekun’s pupils shook.

Yeonnamcheon expressed brain law through ‘Gucheonhyeonnyeo’ rather than ‘Rainseongbohwacheonjon’.

I don’t know why he appeared in his sermon when he said he went to practice Jeokseon.

It seemed as if he would shout, ‘You can pray to Hyeonnyeo Gucheon!’

“What you need to know is...”

The same words circulated in my mouth.

It is because ‘Thunderbolt Treasure Cheonjon’ and ‘Gucheonhyeonnyeo’ got tangled up in my head.

Master Muwei, the person in charge of ‘Lu Dongbin’, who was sitting in the front row, whispered quietly.

“Gucheon Eungwon Noeseongbohwa Cheonjon is the father of all soldiers and the teacher of all spirits.”

Master Baekun, who was sweating, entered the finish belatedly.

“Gu.Cheon.Hyeon.Neo.Raeseongbohwacheonjon is the father of all military students and the teacher of all spirits.”