Chapter 783

Episode 783. I will destroy all of Gucheonhyeonnyeo’s shrine

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“It must be because the conduit’s meal times are fixed. It’s our fault for coming late.”

“Are you not hungry? Should I eat something?”

“You have no appetite? I just want to be satisfied with one fleet.”

Then, he turned his gaze to the serial killer.

“Old Sim? Are not you hungry?”

“I will bring you something to eat.”

“this time?”

“Isn’t it said that if you are quick-witted, you can also get salted fish from the temple? Aren’t people the same wherever they live?”

“Hey, isn’t it normal enough for a Jinin to take care of the spirit stone in the midst of that chaos? Then I’ll trust you. This time, don’t eat alone. Bring some.”

When Yan Zhihe brought up what had happened in Kuju, Shen Tong quickly left.

Then Namgoongyeon said a word with a sad face.

“Don’t say too much about Old Sim. It’s because I fell for Gwangmyeong Jincheon’s trick.”

“I know that, but because I am dangerous, I have warned you not to absorb spiritual energy. Even so, you almost died while absorbing aura. If you don’t keep reminding me, I’ll get sick of being greedy again.”

Namgoong-yeon knew he wasn’t trying to make fun of him, so he didn’t say anything more.

***

Noh So-jeong from Mt. Cheongseong.

noon the next day.

We headed to the open-air altar at the top of No So-jeong, where we were in a row.

As if the preparations for the ancestral rite had already been completed, more than ten Qingsheng sect Taoists were standing in a row in front of the altar.

A guru who had spotted him approached.

“Are you Kite Master?”

“yes.”

“Bindo is said to be a public duty, a disciple of Lee Dae-jung. I was ordered by Jang Mun-in to help Yeon Jang-nim’s ancestral rites. Do you have any special preparations for the memorial service?”

“no.”

“If so, shall we prepare with the ancestral rites we use during ancestral rites?”

“no. There is no need for a memorial service.”

“Then, the ancestral rites...”

“Give me a signal when it is time to read the ancestral rites. From then on, I will take care of it.”

“All right.”

It was a bit strange for the master of public affairs, but he didn’t say anything because it was the order of the master craftsman.

After a while, the Qingshengpa practitioners began to recite incantations.

Some diligently went around burning incense, while others killed chickens and sprinkled the blood of evil spirits around the altar.

Finally, when the moment came to read the ancestral rite, the Gongmu Dosa turned his gaze to Yeonjeokha.

When it was his turn, he stood tall in front of the altar of rivalry.

The incense from the ten incense burners enveloped the altar like a cloud.

It was quite plausible to look at, so it seemed that if there was a god, he would come down right away.

As the smell of incense wafted to the tip of his nose, he frowned slightly.

‘I can’t believe that the gods like this smell.’

Hate the smell of incense, the young enemy hurriedly got out of luck.

“Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, who dwells high in Gucheon! You must be busy assisting Seongmowongun in Samcheong, but my disciple Yeon Jeok-ha has an important business and wants to see you! Please answer the call of a disciple!”

At his bizarre words, which were neither rites nor incantations, the Taoists of the Cheongseong faction tilted their heads.

In particular, the civil affairs guru who was listening to the sound from close by glanced at the lower part of the line several times.

‘It’s strange. Why does Yan Zhuangzhu call himself a disciple of Nine Heavenly Maiden?’

According to legend, the sage Gucheon once gave the emperor special teachings or free treasures.

Still, no one called Gucheonhyeonnyeo her teacher.

However, when Yeon Jeok-ha, who made a name for himself as a little devil in Murim, suddenly boasted that he was a disciple of Hyeonnyeo Gucheon, I was stunned.

“What is it?”

“I mean in the temple. At the end of the 100-cheok (about 30 meters) pole, they said they had to go one step further. It means to go one step further from what you did your best at the moment of desperation. But I’ve only had one ancestral rite. I haven’t even reached 100 feet yet, so you’re telling me to change shoes already?”

“That’s something only people who aren’t in a hurry to say. How many times do you count on running out of time? If it were me, I would have rushed to Cheonsa-dong and offered Taeilcho.”

It wasn’t a particularly wrong point, so I didn’t say anything about it.

Why didn’t you think of yourself like that?

However, he did not want to go to another god, leaving behind Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, who looked just like Namgoongyeon.

For some reason, it seemed to go beyond distrust of Namgoongyeon and betray her.

But I couldn’t tell Simtong what I was feeling.

Because there is no way the heartache can accept something that even one cannot understand – only knowing what is right in front of one’s eyes.

After a while, I returned to the detached palace of Sangcheong Palace with a heartache.

For Namgung-yeon, who was unable to go down to the restaurant, Dodong (道章) delivered meals.

After finishing the meal, I asked the midwife who was in love with me a few things and headed back to the open-air altar.

The Cheongseongpa did not come up to the open-air altar, probably because they were planning to hold a ancestral rite once a day.

Looking around the empty altar, the heartache said softly.

“Confucius, how come the altar is empty, so why are we summoning the Qingsheng sect masters?”

“Leave it. It doesn’t matter what they do.”

“Then will you do it alone?”

“Old Shim, do you know the ‘Jeongcheonji Divinity’?”

“You don’t know?”

“Do you know of any spells?”

“doesn’t exist. A swordsman knows spells and uses them for what?”

“I am a fool for asking old Sim. Just go to a master craftsman or someone and get some materials to make an amulet.”

“Are you going to play drums and janggu by yourself?”

“You have to try as far as you can. Come on.”

“Yes...”

He went down the mountain with a sad face.

Standing in front of the Alone Alone Altar, I raised my arms high and cried out in a loud voice.

“Miss Gucheonhyeon! You must be busy saving the world, but I have something to say, so come see me! If Gucheonhyeonnyeo doesn’t come, Taeilshin tells me that I have to live with Taeilcho! If you don’t want to turn me into a person without loyalty, please answer me!”

wheein-.

Instead of answering, the cold wind of late autumn brushed the mountaintop indifferently.

He called the name of Gucheonhyeonnyeo to make his throat dry.

If Gucheonhyeonnyeo finally did not answer, he had to run to Cheonsa-dong for the baby to be born.

But he didn’t want to do that, and he hoped and hoped that Gucheonhyeonnyeo would descend.

When a hoarse voice came out of his throat, the heartache returned.

“Gongja. I have been looking for materials.”

“Oh put it down there.”

Simtong was startled by the split voice of Yeonjeokha, but didn’t say anything.

Simtong displayed materials such as goehwangji and brush injections on a flat rock in front of the altar.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who approached with a deliberately indifferent expression, quickly drew a talisman against evil.

“When I was in the Dragon Palace, I wanted to learn something like this and use it somewhere, but I have something to write about?”

“That’s why they say it’s good to learn anything.”

The heartache gave me a good match.

He seemed calm, but he could tell how nervous Yeonjeokha was just by hearing his voice.

Jizoni made a fuss about trust, but if Gucheonhyeonnyeo finally doesn’t respond, he will run to Cheonsadong.

Because he himself knew that, he must have been calling out to the gucheonhyeonnyeo until his throat was hoarse.

Heartache sighed and raised its head to the sky above the altar.

‘Gucheonhyeonnyeo, please answer our Confucius’s call with something. If it’s something Gucheonhyeonnyeo can’t do, can’t you ask Taeilshin to visit it? Surely you don’t mean to make sure others can’t eat what I can’t eat, right? Then, if something bad happens to our Confucius’s baby, I will destroy all the shrines of the Nine Heavenly Maidens in Jianghu. You know!’

As the heartache gnashed at the boiling emotion, Yeonjeokha glanced back.

“Are you dissatisfied with me? Why do you strain your eyes so much? Where would you draw a talisman out of fear?”