Chapter 148

Episode 148: Clap,

Clap, Clap.

When the torch is lit, the inside of the prison is dimly revealed.

Dang Se-ryeong, who came down to the basement of Jinma-gwan (鎭魔館) with Unam, looked at the long prison cell.

Kunlun’s Jinma Hall.

The place with the meaning of suppressing the devil was a place to manage the prison.

“Open! Guys! I will strike and kill you right now!”

“The guru of Kunlun! I will skin you!”

Those imprisoned in two long lines of prison cells were screaming with bitter eyes.

“Those who are imprisoned here are vicious people who cannot be guided among the warriors of the Demonic Cult. We, Kunlun, have been detained for a long time.”

“I guess so.”

Dang Se-ryeong nodded.

If it were Tangga, I would have killed them all.

However, Kunlun did not kill those captured in battle but detained them.

Due to the nature of Kunlun, there were situations where he had no choice but to kill in battle, but he did not kill those who were captured alive.

Kunlun is also like that because the root is Taoism.

It is constantly trying to guide and regenerate. Even taking care of three meals a day.

“Let’s go over there.”

Following Unam’s guidance, Dang Se-ryeong moved inward.

When I went down one more floor along the stairs and opened the iron door, I came to a room with a quiet atmosphere.

“It is them.”

Where Unam pointed, three figures were chained.

“huh? You didn’t interrogate separately, did you?”

“yes? I did.”

At Dang Se-ryeong’s words, Un-am puts on a puzzled expression.

“Tortured?”

“yes. The elders already.”

Unam looked at the first disciples of Jinmakwan as if it were natural, and they nodded.

“It was pretty brutal.”

“you’re right. It was hard to even open your eyes and see?”

At the words of the great disciples, Dang Se-ryeong muttered to himself.

“Hmm, okay? Did I torture you with deuterium? Like a broken bone? The tortured ones look so clean.”

“...yes?”

“Oh no. Please prepare some water and cloth.”

“Oh, the price is different. Are you going to do a cruel water torture?”

“no. I’m going to write.”

“...?”

I was curious about why Dang Se-ryeong laughed, but the disciples prepared cloth and a bucket of water as soon as Unam instructed.

“Then, since we don’t have enough time to dance, shall we start?”

Dang Seryeong took out a small roll of cloth from his bosom.

Let’s unfold the folded cloth.

“What is all this about?”

“Tools necessary for the long-traditional Tang family torture method, the Three High Penalties.”

“It’s a name I’m curious about because it’s a three-year-old brother.”

It means punishment that gives three kinds of pain.

Unam grinned at Dang Se-ryeong’s words and took out the tools and arranged them side by side.

A handful of long needles, countless short needles, a few thin swords that could float fish bags, and a small bottle of medicine that I was curious about.

Unam was just puzzled.

“Now then, let’s talk about each other’s knowledge one by one, shall we?”

“...”

And after a while.

“Wow!”

After jumping out of the room, Unam and the first disciples of Jinmakwan began to vomit side by side.

They witnessed the most brutal scene in the world and realized why the people of the Tang family are called vicious things.

current age.

She never got angry.

I asked with a very friendly smile, and the people who answered the questions fiercely raised their eyes and screamed and spit.

And without losing a single smile, she kindly and very kindly plucked out all of her fingernails and put a great acupuncture needle into her toes and fingertips one by one.

It was fine so far though.

From then on, whenever he didn’t answer a question, he peeled off the skin thinly and poured a little liquid from a medicine bottle on it.

melted

The blood boiled and the flesh and muscles melted.

Jinmu, who thought that he would only waste his time if he listened to it more, hurriedly cut off his words.

“I made a good choice. Master Sajo.”

“huh? yes. You chose very well.”

“Now then, shall we begin?”

“Okay. Do you want to dance?”

No way?

Jinmu shook his head lightly.

Absolutely not.

It was when the story of the shaman came out that Punghwan showed symptoms of illness.

It is certain when considering the previous two cases.

And every time he showed signs of illness, he strangely misunderstood Jinmu.

No matter how much he found the way to destroy the Eight Eclipses of the Undragon through Unam, it shouldn’t be a head-to-head match. Unam and Punghwan are different from each other.

Also, you must win. To do so, preoccupying favorable conditions was fundamental.

The place has been prepared and the next thing he has to do is drain his power. Even if he attacks because of his illness, Jinmu alone can subdue him.

This was Jinmu’s plan.

That is why he lured Fenghuan as far away from Kunlun as possible so that no one would intervene.

And now it was time to put the first button on the plan.

“I want to see the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Serpent that Sajo-nim implements.”

“huh? Eightfold Eclipse of the Cloud Serpent?”

“yes!”

“It’s through sparring with Unam...”

“I want to see Sajo’s Un-Lyong.”

Windhwan looked at Jinmu blankly.

Jinmu’s words were extremely disrespectful.

Even if it was a sword, it was strictly forbidden to show one’s martial arts to outsiders.

No matter how much they are disciples of the same master, the shaman and Kunlun are walking on completely different paths.

In addition, it is quite a big problem that Jinmu, who is not anyone else, wants to see the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Serpent.

He is already a warrior walking his own path. The realization of martial arts is different, so if you look at martial arts, you can realize the true intention contained in it.

And probably so. If it is Jinmu, there is a high possibility that Punghwan will realize even the deep gains of the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Dragon.

“Hehe, is that why you brought it this far? To avoid prying eyes?”

“yes.”

Of course, for different reasons.

“Hmm...”

Poonghwan pondered for a moment.

But what could be the matter?

As a disciple of a shaman, it would be a pleasure if he could advance to the next level after seeing his martial arts.

Originally, the Buddha said that it is the original existence of deukji (得之本有) and the true origin of nothing (失之本無).

It was gained, but it was, and it was lost, but it was not.

If you get it, you should understand it originally, and if you don’t get it, it’s okay, so there’s no need to worry.

All are due to Jinmu.

Moreover, Punghwan, who had always been fond of the shaman, accepted Jinmu’s request without long hesitation.

“Good. I will show you.”

When Punghwan allowed it, Jinmu’s face brightened.

done.

That’s enough.

Punghwan stood in front of Jinmu with both arms hanging down.

I just stood there and breathed lightly, but that in itself instantly blended into nature.

“Whoa...”

Inhalation and exhalation mix with the air, and his energy disappears as if reaching nothingness, becoming assimilated into nature.

Silence lingered in his half-opened eyes, and his lightly cold feet began to move.

As both hands slowly lifted up as if riding and flowing, and brushed the grain of the wind, the air followed his movement and turned into a light breeze and flowed gently.

His lifted feet push the soil off the ground, and his body rises as if its weight has disappeared.

As the hem of the robe similar to the school uniform fluttered in the movement, it seemed as if the immortals of the fairy world descended and danced.

beautiful.

It was a martial art, but it really looked like a dance.

However, Jinmu’s brow furrows as he watches him.

“Sajo!”

“huh?”

Punghwan, whose flow was cut off by Jinmu’s even nervous shouting, returned to reality.

“What are you doing?”

“huh? What are you talking about? You asked me to show you the Eight Eclipses of the Cloud Serpent...”

“Ah, I must have misunderstood.”

“...?”