Chapter 465

Episode 465. Beomcheon Yokgye Wang Jaecheon (梵天欲界王在天)

Gokseong and drinking until morning, and Myeongwol, who had barely fallen asleep, raised his upper body to stand up.

The outbuilding, which had been as quiet as a grave until the guest woke up first, was noisy like a beehive.

“What happened in the morning...” Since

the archery room took over the management of the Jade Shop, it has been quiet, but I don’t know what the fuss is about.

Gokseong twisted his body in his sleep.

Myeongwol looked at his exposed face with eyes full of love.

Soon after, she woke up completely, got up quietly, looked for clothes, and put them on.

And it’s time to try to look outside.

Quaang! The door opened violently as if it were about to fall off.

Then, the head of the escort warrior, Do Do-ho, came into the room.

Waking up from a loud noise, Gokseong shook his head to awaken his hazy mind.

The corners of Dojangho’s mouth went up when he discovered the wailing.

He pushed into the room and roughly grabbed Gokseong’s hair.

Myeongwol, startled, shouted in a sharp voice.

“Why are you like this! Are you crazy?”

“what? escort too?”

Gokseong recognized Dojangho in desperation and blinked his eyes.

While staying in the outbuilding, I got acquainted with the face, so why do I suddenly feel like I’m dealing with a mortal enemy?

“An escort too? Am I your friend?”

Along with the horse, Do Do-ho dragged the naked man outside.

“Kyaaak!”

As Myeongwol screamed, Do Do Ho turned his head to her.

“Do you want to be dragged along too?”

Myeongwol lowered her eyes in surprise at his sudden words.

Until now, the relationship between the archery room and the okro branch has been good, but I don’t know why.

Myeongwol, who had been biting her lips, cautiously said a word.

“...let Gog Gaga put on some clothes.”

Realizing belatedly that Gokseong was naked, Do Do-ho threw him to the floor.

“Ouch! The escort catches people!”

A scream of pain erupted from Gokseong’s mouth.

Myeongwol picked up the scattered clothes and put them in Gokseong’s hands.

Gokseong diligently put on his clothes even though he made a sound of pain through his mouth.

Soon after, the wailing asked with an unfair face.

“No escort, no grand coercion. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?”

Instead of answering, Do-ho grabbed his back and went out.

After a while, Do Do-ho knelt down in front of Gucheon-no-do and took a step back.

Gokseong diligently shook his head, examining the old man’s complexion.

‘I think this old man came to visit me. Who is it?’

All he’s done lately is stealing a wagon from a clumsy student and running away.

‘Could that student hire someone?’

But that seemed unlikely.

This is because the belly button is bigger than the stomach.

It is much more expensive to hire a Murim person than the price of a horse and carriage, but it can’t be.

“I don’t know what’s going on, sir, but it’s a misunderstanding.”

He did it from the get-go.

A heartache let out a dry laugh.

“Hehe. your name is clear Just by looking at your face, I can tell that you are Gokseong. You look really benevolent.”

“oh my! That’s an overdeserved compliment. What business do you have for a small person?”

The praise of heartache made me mistaken for Gokseong.

He said he came because he had something to do.

“I have a business. cancer. you the guy Were you the one who stole the carriage of Confucius Yeon?”

“....”

Gokseong’s eyes shook at the word ‘year-old’.

I thought it wouldn’t be, but it seems that the student hired a Murim person.

“You mean Yeon Confucius?”

He habitually shied away from pretense.

Who would readily confess their sins in front of the tyrannical Murim people?

“It seems that you have already forgotten the person you were supposed to serve until Namjikryeseong. Okay. Even if you don’t want to remember, you will remember.”

“Your little man really doesn’t know who he is.”

Gokseong looked up at the old man with innocent eyes.

If it hadn’t come out of Daehan Tower (大雁塔), I would have dismissed it as a novel.

Eighthwangsinmo read the ‘Gujeonbeomcheonjeonsaengrok’ with a light heart.

The content was simple.

It is the story of an ascetic named ‘Oral Brahma’ who gained enlightenment and lived throughout the various worlds [天].

Since he attained enlightenment, he lived through ‘Gwanggwacheon’, ‘Byeonjeongcheon’, and ‘Gwangeumcheon’, so it deserves to be called a previous life.

Eighthwangsinmo, who had been reading chapter by chapter with a smile, tilted her head.

“Wang Jae-cheon?”

What do you mean by ‘the sky where the king is’? Doesn’t it feel somewhat similar to ‘The Sky of Kings’?

“It’s strange that it’s a world ruled by seventy-two kings.”

Occasionally, there was a description of the conflict between the kings.

Except for the heavenly world, it seemed to be no different from the human world.

“Tsk tsk! Did you not get rid of your desires even after becoming the king of the heavenly realm by attaining the Dao?”

Although I was dubious about the absurd content, I understood it on the other hand.

Because even the master met a miserable end, unable to get out of his own skirt.

‘Wangjaecheon’ ended with a brief description of the seventy-two kings.

In one of them, the mother of the Eighthwangs could not take her eyes off.

“Is the Irigwasa (伊利文斯) riding a black horse with a spear in one hand?”

As I kept reading, it said, ‘I wore a helmet, but the horrors of hell came pouring out of my eyes’.

Eighthwangsinmo read up to that point and quietly pushed the door of the shrine.

rattle.

The black knight standing in the yard turned his head.

The Eighthwangsinmo said involuntarily.

“Irriguasa?”

“...”

The Black Knight didn’t answer, but the Eighthwang Goddess could tell.

That he is the ‘Irigwasa’ of ‘Wang Jae-cheon’ whom a monk named ‘Oral Beom-cheon’ met.

“Who is it?”

At her call, one of the Eight Emperors, the Luk Tong Jonja (六通尊者), appeared.

“yes.”

“I have to meet the ark of the upper room today, so bring him.”

“yes.”

The Six Tongs vanished like smoke.

Eighthwangsinmo, who was about to close the door, suddenly turned to the black knight.

“Are you one of the seventy-two kings? No, at least tell me whether ‘Wangjaecheon’ is ‘Heaven of Kings’ or not.”

However, the black knight only looked at it with eyes like the horror of hell, but did not respond.

Eighthwangsinmo, who was looking at the black knight with bitter eyes, waved her hand and the door closed.

***

Namjiryeseong Hapbi.

Namgung Se.

Cheonram small axis.

Four o’clock (10 am).

Namgung-yeon, who was absorbed in reading, took her eyes off the old books.

There are five books in the box that Baekseonhwa left behind at Baekhwa Sangbang.

I just read the third of them.

Now there are two volumes left.

Fortunately, I haven’t seen anything that could be considered to be related to the field judge yet.

‘Bumcheonyokgyewangjaecheon(梵天欲界王在天)?’

Namgoong-yeon, who was reading the title, slightly frowned as if he had drawn it.

I know ‘Brahma’ and I know ‘Yellow World’, but ‘Wang Jae-cheon’ is the first time I’ve heard of it.

It is when she is about to turn over the bookshelf.

“Sister Yeon.”

The voice of Yeonjeokha came from the yard.

Namgung-yeon closed the bookshelf without regret and stood up.

It’s hard to read the two books right away anyway, so I’m going to take a break at this point.

When I opened the door and went out, Yeonjeokha smiled and said,

“Did I not disturb you?”

“huh. I was just about to take a break.”

“What about books? Didn’t it come from the Great Charity Temple?”

“I’ve read three of the five books, but I don’t see anything special yet.”

“It’s not that there are only great charity in Xi’an, and it certainly isn’t.”

“Hehe. I hope it’s not me either.”

The two of them walked slowly to Gasan (假山), which is connected to Biigasan (假山), while chatting.