Chapter 504

Episode 504. The Eighthwangsinmo, an

imperfect being, asked with an astonished face.

“You mean deep?”

“Do you think it was a coincidence that you obtained the best supernatural power and became a famous religious leader? Nothing in this world just happens. All of them were my arrangements for you.”

The fateist Eighthwangsinmo’s eyes shook.

Geumsa continued talking as if explaining.

“It was first to make it possible to survive in the sky of kings. At Taeilgwan, you wouldn’t have lasted even a day in the ‘Heaven of Kings’. Everything has stages. What you needed at that time was not immortality, but survival in the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”

“ah!”

An exclamation flowed from the mother of the Eighthwangsinmo.

Certainly, during the days of Taeilgwan, he was at a level that did not even reach the third class.

If he hadn’t become the Twelve Horsemen, he wouldn’t be where he is today.

According to Geumsa’s words, it is a measure of suffering.

If true.

Whether that is true or not, only heaven can tell.

A soft voice reached the ears of the Eighthwangsinmo, who was lost in thought.

“You must have resented me a lot.”

“...yes.”

The Eighthwangsinmo did not lie.

If not, it is because the inexplicable relationship in the past cannot be explained.

“Resent me, but don’t doubt my sincerity. The relationship between you and me is not as simple as the relationship with the King of Flames. If you are released from the circle of the demon king, let’s make a new contract with me.”

“A contract?”

“Unlike the present world or the next world, the kingdom of heaven is based on fairness. If you establish an equal relationship with me, you will be able to be reborn as a superior being.”

“Ah yes.”

The Eighthwangsinmo nodded.

He was willing to accept not only the contract but even something more than that, if only he could avoid being ‘a member of the Demon King’s family’.

When the Eighthwangsinmo replied, Geumsa did not open her mouth any more.

The small shrine soon fell silent.

The Eighthwangsinmo half-opened her eyes and glanced at the golden temple immersed in meditation.

“Resent, but don’t doubt,” he said.

What would happen if he knew beyond suspicion that he was planning a god killer?

I felt a thrill of excitement at the strange sense of immorality.

Then, I suddenly became curious.

It’s a fact that I only found out now, but the golden snake is a divine being in another world.

After all, there is nothing more futile than his relationship with the Golden Temple.

Do you dream of being a god slayer?

But why would the golden lion help himself?

He does not offer offerings or offer sacrifices.

Nevertheless, Geumsa had been generously giving since the days of Taeilgwan.

“Golden Master.”

“What’s going on?”

“Why is Master Geum helping me? I don’t think Master Geum needs me, and I’m grateful for your help, but I’m sorry.”

“The deities in ‘Heaven of Kings’ are incomplete.”

“Is it incomplete?”

“It means ‘an incomplete existence’. That’s why it remains in the world of desire. After all, that is why we have desires.”

“If there is a desire, there is no reason to help others, right?”

“Whoops. Desire is the desire to have or enjoy something. How can that be only one thing? Even wanting to help someone is a desire. I am faithful to my desire, so do not feel sorry.”

“Taoists say that doing good deeds is the best practice. That’s why I also go to ‘Jeokseon Practice’. Isn’t that kind of desire rather closer to perfection?”

“Excess is as bad as lack. When the mind to obtain the way through the enemy line deepens, it becomes a desire. Those who have not mastered mindlessness cannot escape the cycle of desire. It is for this reason that I, who has a godhead, cannot escape from the ‘Heaven of Kings’.”

“Knowing that, why don’t you give up your desire to ‘help’?”

“Didn’t you tell me? It is said that a being possessed by desire cannot escape from ‘the sky of kings’. It’s not that you don’t throw away, it’s that you can’t throw away.”

Eighthwangsinmo looked at the golden temple with strange eyes.

Is it a desire to help others?

It was difficult for me to understand as I had been practicing ‘Jeok Seon’ during my Taeilgwan days.

Shanxi Province.

parish prefecture.

Lim Jeong-gaek.

around dusk.

A double wagon stopped at the door of the inn.

Then, the coachman Jiilgang, whose face was frozen red from the cold wave, came down cautiously.

His body stiffened from the cold, and his movements were not smooth.

In the meantime, when the carriage door was opened, Yeon Jeok-ha and Gu Cheon-no’s heartache came out.

“This is the Limjeonggaek store you mentioned.”

“great job. I will go to Mt. Fungji tomorrow morning, so have a good rest until then.”

“Yes yes.”

Jiilgang replied coolly, but Yeonjeokha shook his head.

It’s just an answer, knowing that he won’t fall off the side of the carriage.

I passed the Jiil River, which was connected with the enemy, and entered the inn.

It was a guest who stayed four months ago, but the owner managed to recognize it and welcomed it.

“Come on! be better Have you been away for a while?”

“Home is far away.”

“Ah, that’s right. The room you stayed in last time is empty. Can I give it to you?”

“Please do so.”

“Are you going to have dinner and breakfast like last time?”

“yes.”

“All right. I will know that. Should I eat it in the evening? I will take you to a good seat.”

The owner has Jeomsoi tidy up the room. I took the order directly.

Heart pain, who was sitting by the window and looking out, suddenly said a word.

“Still, it feels like I’ve come home to a place where I stayed once. Is this why you go to the place you used to go?”

“The southern guesthouse at the opening was exactly like this. It’s been a while since I haven’t been. Do you know if business is going well?”

“Still, don’t you send me the proceeds once or twice a year?”

“I don’t know. Because my sister took care of it.”

“Isn’t Confucius leaving it up to his mother too much and saying she doesn’t know me?”

“why? I told you not to use your head and use that time to swing the knife one more time?”

“Yes, but I don’t think it’s too indifferent. Of course, the mother-in-law will do well, but at least you should know if the business is going well or not. The owner of the inn is Mr. Gongja, so be careful...”

“Don’t worry. How can I find a guesthouse the size of the palm of my hand in the opening of Namjiryeseong?”

“Even if you sell it to someone else.”

“It’s not just one or two pennies, but suddenly you have that much money?”

“Yes. If I knew Confucius would get married so soon, I wouldn’t have bought it. Isn’t it?”

“You don’t know what to do tomorrow.”

“you’re right. I’ve lived this long, and I still don’t know what to do tomorrow.”

He stared out the window with sad eyes.

“Isn’t old Sim old enough to not know anymore?”

“her! You went out well, so why are you doing it again? Could it be that you are doing this because I told you to pay attention to the Namyeon Inn?”

“Do I look like such a small person?”

“If you ask me that, I really have nothing to say.”

“That sounds petty.”

Heartache pretended not to hear and did not reply.

When Yeon Jeok-ha grumbled at him, Jeom So-yi served food.

The table was quickly filled with piping hot dishes.

“Ugh! Aren’t you doing too much?”

When Yeon Jeok-ha spoke as if he was worried, he replied in a slightly rough voice.

“Eat everything and go. Aren’t you going to be out of sight for a while?”

“I know, but what’s wrong with you? Why is your mouth sticking out like that?”

“Are you really going alone?”

For a moment, Yeonjeokha narrowed her eyes.

I wasn’t sure if he was worried or if he was jealous, saying, “Am I going to that nice place alone?”