Chapter 260
“Qing Xiaohyup. Qing Xiaohyup, wake up.”
slam! slam!
“Mmmmm.”
Cheongpung opened his eyes with a moan.
Someone was punching his cheek vigorously. It’s the first time he’s been slapped by someone, so it’s amazing, but it’s strangely strange.
‘Ah, that’s why people don’t like getting slapped.’
Cheongpung opened his mouth with a small realization.
“excuse me.”
slam! slam!
“I woke up.”
slam! slam!
“I woke up… … “
slam!
It wasn’t until after hitting one more gear nose that the hand stopped.
A young man with a familiar face opened his mouth with a hard expression.
“You are awake. Do you remember who I am?”
“long time no see. Warrior Hyuk Moo-jin.”
Hyukmujin let out a sigh.
“You remember.”
“sure. I never thought we would meet in this way.”
In Cheongpung’s mind, Hyuk Moo-jin was remembered as a good person.
However, if a good person whom you see after a year slapping you on the cheek, no matter how clean it is, your heart will be hurt.
“I’m sorry if you felt offended. I suddenly remembered losing money.”
“yes?”
“No, the situation was so urgent that I committed disrespect.”
“yes.”
If so, you can fully understand.
Cheongpung nodded and looked around. There was a rain of shouting here and there, and people were running around.
“Is it a festival?”
“… … Would you like to celebrate?”
“no?”
“no.”
Hyuk Moo-jin answered firmly and explained the approximate situation.
Beop Wang Guengdao was found dead, and the beast was… … .
“Jonglichu, you say?”
yes. Rising sword bell pepper. That’s Gnome. The exact identity is unknown, but the prevailing opinion is that it is a killer sent from the Demonic Cult.”
“The Demonic Cult… … “
It was a name I had heard many times through the mouth of my grandfather, the swordsman. A place where evil spirits, said to have once stained the whole world with blood, are gathered.
But the bell lichu is the killer of the Demonic Cult. Cheongpung shook his head involuntarily.
“no.”
“What is that… … “
Hyuk Moo-jin continued with a face stained with absurdity.
“Don’t you know that you’ve been through it yourself? It seems that you don’t remember because you were so shocked, but you almost died at his hands.”
no. Cheongpung remembered everything clearly.
The helplessness and fear I felt against a strong person with whom nothing worked, even the last moment when I thought of the word death for the first time in my life.
‘I was scared. really.’
Just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end and my palms get wet.
But why? The reason why the face of Jonglichu, who smiled broadly at the thought of becoming friends, kept flickering in front of his eyes.
Her lips, which had been closed for a moment, opened.
“He’s my friend.”
“… … yes?”
“That person is my friend. It can’t be.”
“Qing Xiaoxia!”
Hyukmujin, startled, hurriedly looked around.
He let out a muffled voice after confirming that no one was interested in them.
“Are you crazy? Zonglichu is already no different from a Murim public enemy. To call such a guy a friend…”
Not anyone else, but a murderer who assassinated the head of Shaolin Temple and escaped. Just the fact that he is friendly with Jonglichu can play Chidogon.
Even if he was a disciple raised by the swordsman like blood, he would receive glare from the world.
“Never take it out of your mouth again. Do you know?”
“but… … “
Cheongpung, who was about to say something, shut his mouth at Hyukmujin’s eyes.
“He’s a demon head. I don’t know what kind of cunning tricks they did to win the favor of the Qing Shaoxi, but they were all camouflages to assassinate Grand Master Hongdo.”
“Are you sure? Has anyone seen him kill?”
“Everything is clear. Thousands of warlords who have already gathered to rescue Shaolin and the pursuit team to catch him are ready to depart.”
“Shaolin… … “
“Shaolin is in danger due to the demonic cult’s evil plan. The enemy Daehyeop and the captain left one step ahead.”
Cheongpung gently closed his eyes.
In the darkness, the faces of Jin Tae-kyung and Jong-ri-chu pass by in turn.
The trouble didn’t last long.
“I’ll go first.”
“yes?”
When Hyuk Mu-jin asked with a bewildered expression, the new type of blue wind had already stretched out far away.
In the direction where his toes were headed, there was Mount Song (嵩山).
* * *
Mount Song is so beautiful and peaceful that it is counted as one of the five mountains.
However, the place that should have been green and beautiful was stained with blood and screams.
“Aaaaaagh!”
“Kill them all without missing a single one.”
Awesome! Chow ah!
Every time the sword light flashed, blood flowed from everywhere.
In the peaceful broad daylight, hundreds of masked people who appeared out of nowhere continued to kill with insensitive eyes.
“Protect the worshipers! Never back down!”
Shaolin monks with seals engraved on their foreheads stopped them, but the situation did not improve easily.
This is because it was difficult to deal with the masked people, all of whom were excellent masters, and had to protect young Sami monks, including scholars who had not learned martial arts, and numerous worshipers.
“What is this!”
“Aagh!”
No one expected something like today. Who dares to invade the grounds of Shaolin Temple, which is in the middle of the central plain, and that is also the northern head of Mt.
It was the time when the monks were being pushed back by the swords of the cruel and despicable maskers.
“These guys dare to know where this place is!”
It was the old monk of Ocheokdangu who appeared with a thunderous cry.
Blue sparks flew from the eyes of the old monk as he glared at the masked men who were staining the grounds of Shaolin Temple with blood.
“Demon Duke! They were Madou from Heaven!”
The tension that burst out of the old monk’s hand swept the front.
Quaaaaaa!
The masked people who had been rushing in after noticing the old monk’s existence belatedly were swept away by the tension and died.
An overwhelming sight in which dozens of masters crumble in just one day.
however… … .
“The Lord of Heaven has commanded. Kill the enemy.”
“Follow the Mandate. Kill them all.”
Hundreds of masked people did not stop.
There was no agitation or hesitation, they just mumbled and swung their swords as if possessed by a ghost.
Spoon, spoon, spoon!
The old man’s complexion hardened at the sight.
‘Such a terrible…’
Even if his limbs were cut off and his internal organs protruded, he did not even raise an eyebrow.
The sight of the masked people falling down like puppets whose threads were cut after committing a massacre without feeling any pain or fear made me feel cold.
‘These guys are not people. A demon, itself.’
If this is true even for an old monk who came out of the Great War of Jeongma with all his body, how would others feel?
Middle-aged monks with experience are struggling, but young people who witnessed such horrors for the first time trembled with fear.
Nevertheless, the reason why they do not back down is probably because of the sense of mission that the Buddhist disciple has in facing the evil spirits.
‘I never thought a day like this would come.’
Noseung lamented inwardly.
It was Shaolin who took the lead more than anyone else in the previous Jeongma War and possessed more blood than anyone else.
It was a noble sacrifice that saved the world, but many adults and martial arts had to be lost. And the sacrifices of those days have returned to the tragedy of today.
‘Of course, now that the brother-in-law is away!’
Can not help it. The only person who could protect Shaolin was himself.
The old monk, Goongcheon (宏天), gnashed his teeth and vomited the Lion’s Roar (獅子吼).
“This is Shaolin!”
Even though he is covered by the name of the death penalty, Guengdo, he is also a master of transcendence who has reached a lofty level.
Although he was unknown to the outside world, his martial arts had already surpassed the highest level thanks to his ceaseless efforts in martial arts.
“Come on everyone!”
Wow!
It was at that moment that the tension of the powerful Buddhist spirit swept all over the place.
“Ohh. Baekbo Shrine (百步神拳)?”
“I’m going to see that bloody martial arts again.”
Two voices piercing my ears.
Two people slowly entered the precincts in the field of vision of Hong Chen. As soon as they appeared, the masked people lowered their swords and retreated in perfect order.
“Are there more of you guys?”
The old man with the red beard cleared his nose and replied at the words of Goo-cheon, who seemed to be chewing.
“Yes. This body.”
“They’re the most wicked of the Heavenly Mountain Madou.”
“Madura of Heaven, well. It’s half right and half wrong, but well, let’s move on.”
Awesomeness stopped.
“The Demonic Cult… … You mean no?”
“What does that matter? You just need to know that there is someone who will grab your shiny head and pull it out.”
The old man with the appearance of a college student smiled calmly and replied.
“Yeomho, are you going to take care of it?”
“of course. Now that you’ve seen the Baekbo Shinken, can you just skip it?”
“This friend, kill your temper.”
“Think about it later. Right now, I want to kill that idiot rather than my temper.”
Hong Chen opened his eyes and looked at the two old men alternately.
The name salt lake. And a mighty momentum emanating from the two old men with very conflicting moods.
“Are you guys… … “
Yeomho smiled wildly and nodded his head.
“Now that I noticed, you’re still a young bastard. Because all of the people of the Panja Hangryeol are already dead??… Are you that bastard who is said to be the youngest priest of the pope?”
“……!”
“Looking at the reaction, I thought it was right? Hansoo, what was the name of the last old man you killed?”
“Bum Gong.”
Hearing the law of Sasuk, who died during the Great War of Jeongma, the fist of Goo-cheon trembled.
‘It must be. They are bastards.’
How can I not know, the names of the salt lake and Hansu, and the nicknames of the traitors who killed countless disciples of Shaolin.
“Yin-Yang twins.”
It is a story of the distant past.
The two Madou, who respectively dominated the tropical rain forests of southern Manchuria and the great snowy mountains of the north, came out to the central plain and stained the world with blood.
The two Madou, who survived the death penalty, fell under the command of the Demonic Cult and performed a great fate in the Great War of Jeongma.
“Yin-Yang Ssang-Geola… It’s been a while since I’ve heard it through someone else’s mouth.”
“It was a good time. I’ve never had as much fun as I did then.”
Yeom-ho, who smiled and reminisced about the terrible past, shook his head.
“No, no. But I like now.”
“Nothing. Even at that time, I couldn’t come to Hanam.”
“It’s because of that goddamn bastard.”
“But now there are no gods.”
“There are hardly any things left like Ten Kings or Samsung.”
Hansoo, who had been watching the bright-eyed Yeomho with a smile, suddenly put his palms together toward Goongcheon.
“Ah, come to think of it, I forgot about it for a while. I express my deepest regret.”
Hong Qian, who had been frozen at the appearance of the two old monsters, felt an ominous feeling and asked again.
“I’m sorry. What do you mean?”
“I heard that someone died on the way up. The king of the pope is the same as your death sentence.”
“……!”
A septum rushed in front of my eyes.
The death penalty in the Murimmaeng is dead. That is impossible.
“gibberish!”
Looking at the turbulent Gouqian, Hansoo smiled.
“The decision about authenticity is up to you. And…”
Yeomho’s hot voice continued.
“All the middlemen, including you, die here. This is our judgment.”
Skip.
As if feeling the momentum of the leader, the masked people took a step with insensitive eyes.
Spirits rising from hundreds of blades fill Shaolin Temple.
As he watched the scene, his eyelids trembled.
‘execution… … Is it true?’
But soon the trembling subsided and the light penetrated his eyes.
The old monk, who had devoted himself to martial arts for 80 years, clenched his fists.
“I didn’t know that I would be facing both Yin and Yang twins at the same time. Come on, you f*cking bastards.”
“Ha ha ha! This friend has a rough mouth for a monk. I like that you’re still bloody hot.”
Yeom-ho burst into laughter and stepped forward.
“It’s unfortunate, but you’re enough with just one old lady. Hansoo, that friend has more busy work.”
“It is a very busy job.”
Hansoo smiled and continued.
“So, can you just get out of the way? I mean, I have to go to the east side of the face.”
face wall.
The word that came out of Hansoo’s mouth made Hongcheon’s heart skip a beat.
There is no one there. The only disciple of the death penalty. and… … .
‘Green jade fire field.’
Finally realizing the purpose of the enemies, Hong Chen vomited the lion’s roar.
“Stop them at all costs!”
“Block? Not enough.”
The yin-yang twins shook their hands with a deep smile.
As if they had returned to that time more than fifty years ago, a terrible living thing welled up from their bodies.
“Kill them all.”
I love you!
