Chapter 410

410 times. what story do you want?

When it became hot inside Juru, Jeom So-yi went around and opened the window.

It was late summer night, so when I opened the window, a cool breeze came rushing in.

When I felt the fresh wind blowing against me, I unknowingly opened my nose.

Then, Jeom Soi approached him.

“There are no seats for guests, so can I sit together?”

“Anyway.”

There was no reason to refuse.

Since he alone occupies the table for signing, it was only right that he be allowed to sit together.

Before long, Jeom So-yi brought a man and a woman.

The man sat down on a chair and said.

“Thank you. I’m a member of the White Sword Bureau.”

“It’s called Yeon Mo.”

Yu Ji-an, the woman, just sat down when the passenger did not reveal her name.

It’s because the other person doesn’t seem to want to speak out.

Jeom So-yi pushed the food that was widely spread on the table and left.

Then the door opened and an old man and a little boy entered.

The old man picked up a chair with a familiar motion and sat down with his back to one side of the wall.

“Hum-hum Cheon Woo-saeng, the best storyteller in Hogwangseong, greets you.”

Juruan became quiet.

Cheon Woo-saeng is one of the most famous storytellers, so everyone showed interest.

As the attention was focused, Cheon Woo-saeng unfolded ‘Daedang Samjangchwigyeongsihwa (大唐三藏取經詩話 Journey to the West)’.

“Today, the successor (猴行者 Son Oh-gong’s predecessor)...”

But his words did not follow.

A man in black robes shouted as he threw half a hermit (half nyang) in front of him.

“A thousand great hundred! I’ve heard enough of the story of the follower and the three chapters! It is said that there is nothing in the world that Cheon Woo-saeng does not know.

Chun Woo-saeng, who had been listening with a nod of his head, closed the book.

Since the sky-like water owner wants people to know more about ‘Yanghoju’ than ‘Journey to the West’, he intends to follow it.

“Hum’s throat is a bit dry.”

When Cheon Woo-saeng trembled, someone handed him a drink.

He quenched his thirst with a free drink and said.

“It was a fortnight ago. Cheon Ho-so, who was in Sipeon, suddenly dispatched troops. why? The day before, Jeong Cheon-ho, Hwang Bu-seung, the commander of Cheon-ho-so, received an order from the Byeong-bu. What’s your name? A non-partisan disciple broke the law of the country, and it is difficult to catch him as a soldier from Juksan County, so go and help him.”

The drinking guests listened to him.

Rumors about Juksan-hyeon Hyeonryeong were loud, but no one knew the truth.

“...But why did such an order suddenly come from the hospital? Very few people know about it. I’m sure I’m the only one who knows everything from ten words to this.”

Chun Woo-saeng praised himself and looked around.

“Hey, it seems no one is curious. Shall we skip this part then?”

Then the guests spoke one word at a time.

“Tell me.”

“Old man, stop lingering. A person with an impatient temper will run out of breath.”

“If you’re that curious, give me a penny. Do you know who lives on the ground? My grandson doesn’t grow tall because he doesn’t eat that much. look at this guy Twelve, but you still look seven.”

Cheon Woo-saeng pointed at the child standing respectfully beside him.

He looked like he was only six or seven years old, but he said he was twelve.

A few guests tossed a coin.

As the child collected the coins, Cheon Woo-saeng continued.

“Thank you. Good for raising children. then continue Yang Ho-ju, the county governor of Juksan-hyeon, has a son. It’s called Yang Sagang, but he’s a bit of an idiot. There is no one who can follow this guy in Juksan-hyeon. Hyeonryeong was the father and Doha Ark was the teacher, so it was truly a no-brainer.”

someone made a fuss

“No, let’s not talk about sickness. Why is Mr. Yang rich?”

“Ugh! Listen in silence. Because if you listen, you will know everything. How far have I been?”

When Cheon Woo-saeng asked with a sly face, someone hurriedly answered.

“I even said that Yang Sagang was not a man.”

“I’ll do it? Are you going to tell me?”

“There is nothing I can do. I will do it for you.”

At the young man’s prompting, Chun Woo-saeng said excitedly.

If you describe it as dryly as possible, no one will criticize you.

“Hum hum. You probably know that Myeongwanggyo originated from Myeongwanggyo. The reason Myeongwanggyo split from Myungwanggyo was because of the ‘Mantra of the King of Heaven’. The ultimate goal of Myung Kyo is to live and become the King of Heaven. But if everyone becomes the king of Cheondu, won’t Myung-gyo become bean flour? That’s why the famed cult leader didn’t reveal the mantra that could lead to becoming the Demon King of Chundu.”

He nodded his head in suspense.

That was completely understandable.

“However, the minds of subordinates cannot be the same as the cult leader. Four of the Baekduma forces rose up with the banner of fairness. Is there any other seed of the religious leader? Let’s give anyone a chance to become the King of Heaven! And they came out of Myunggyo Bridge...”

Yeonjeokha gazed intently at Chunwoosaeng’s mouth.

What he wanted to know was, “Where did you go after you came out?”

“Hum-hum, my neck is curled...”

Cheon Woo-saeng said without saying a few words.

Originally, Seolhwain are people who make the audience heat up and open the money bag.

The impatient rival took out a piece of hermit and handed it to the child without saying a word.

“You went down south. Of course, it is south of Mt. Pungji, the holy mountain of the famous religion.”

Chun Woo-saeng, who glanced at Jukrip-in, changed his words.

“In Myeongwanggyo, ‘Myeongwang’ means ‘a great being who has learned the mantra’. Geji with the goal of becoming a great being by learning the mantra of the ‘King of Heaven’. The famous religion has not said anything about the Myeongwang religion yet, but I won’t like it.”

“Where did Myeongwanggyo go to the south?”

“There is a saying ‘Mt. Lu’ in Gangseo Province and ‘Mt. Cheona’ in Hogwang Province.”

“One of them?”

“I will. There is a way to know for sure whether it is ‘Mt. Yeo’ or ‘Mt. Cheona’, but...”

“What is it?”

“It’s not just about being a great king.”

Along with the words, Chun Woo-saeng cut his neck with the blade of his hand.

It means paying attention to human sacrifice.

It was an open secret to sacrifice monks in famous churches.

Combined ‘Ah!’ He nodded his head with a sound.

It was because I wanted to be in a place where the disappearance of monks is frequent.

“Where do you think Myeongwanggyo is located in your grandfather’s opinion?”

“If it were me, I’d settle down on Mt. Yeo rather than Mt. Cheona.”

“why?”

“Why? Do you wear your hair to wear bamboo ribs? What do you need to become a great king?”

Chun Woo-saeng, who was looking around, spoke with his mouth.

-You’re a monk.

“Mt.

“ah!”

Yeon Jeok-ha nodded as if he understood.

After being beaten by an old man, he missed Namgung-yeon after thirty years of fighting.

If she was by his side, this kind of question and answer itself would have been unnecessary.

“By the way, are you also interested in Myeongwang?”

Thinking that the conversation was over, Cheon Woo-saeng subtly changed the topic.

It was in order not to be hated by either the famous religion, the Myeongwang religion, or the Hocheon League.

The location of Seolhwain was really ambiguous, so it could have offended someone.

So Woo-saeng Cheon induced the conversation to look like it was nothing.

“I am not interested. Just curious.”

“If you have nothing else to do, go. I have to work for my grandchildren.”

Cheon Woo-saeng again took the ‘Daedang Samjang-chwigyeongsihwa’ in his hand.

After returning to his seat by the window, he poured a drink into an empty glass.

It’s when he’s just taking a sip of his drink.

A man in black approached.

“Can I join you?”