Episode 433
A coincidence that changes the situation (1)
“Ah! Master?”
After a few days of maintenance and various conversations with Mo Yong-woo, it seemed that the title Dae-su was used rather than the title Yeon-gongja in Muk-bi’s mouth.
“You’re back.”
“okay.”
Yeon Ho-jeong’s face looked a bit tired.
It didn’t look like he had fought a battle, but just looking at his eyes, he seemed tired, like someone who had fought a hundred battles. This probably means that there is a lot of mental fatigue.
“Did your work go well?”
“Not bad.”
“thank god. Thank you for your hard work.”
“thanks.”
“Just get some rest first.”
“No, I have something to do before I rest.”
Yeon Hojeong headed straight to Tangmagun’s residence.
This huge manor that Gong Gae used his strength to obtain was large enough to accommodate both the Mortal Death Army and the Tang Demon Army. Of course, if the Tangma army had not suffered a loss of power, it would have been quite tight.
“Master?”
Mo Yong-woo, who had been leading the training for a while, lowered his sword and came closer. There was surprise on his face.
“Are you finished with your work?”
“okay.”
Mo Yong-woo looked back and shouted.
“Everyone gather.”
Faba Park.
The scattered Tangma soldiers gathered together and lined up.
Unlike the Immortal Army, which had a fairly free-spirited atmosphere, the Tangma Army was extremely uncluttered. The atmosphere definitely suited Mo Yong-woo.
Yeon Ho-jeong said calmly.
“Rest in peace.”
Mo Yong-woo opened his mouth.
“as soon as.”
Despite Mo Yong-woo’s words, the soldiers did not relax their posture. The hard look in the soldier’s eyes simply changed to that of a tired person.
Mo Yong-woo said with a smile.
“Has the matter been resolved well?”
“so so. “I think I’ll have to stay here for a while.”
“okay.”
Mo Yong-woo didn’t bother to ask.
Yeon Ho-jeong asked.
“Where is it?”
It was a sudden question, but Mo Yong-woo understood what he said right away.
“I will guide you.”
“okay.”
In fact, there was nothing that could be called guidance. An innumerable number of memorial tablets were placed on a large altar about fifty feet away from Tangmagun’s training hall.
Yeon Ho-jeong went to the altar and quietly looked around at the memorial tablets.
The size of the memorial tablets, which numbered more than two hundred, was about half that of regular tablets. In order to put it all on the altar, it was necessary to reduce its size.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who had been looking at the memorial tablet for a while, knelt down and lit incense.
The eyes of Mo Yong-wu, who was nearby, and Tang Ma’s army, who were lined up at a distance, were fixed on Yeon Ho-jeong.
Slurp.
After lighting incense, Yeon Ho-jeong sat down on the spot and looked up at the memorial tablet.
Mo Yong-woo opened his mouth.
“Master.”
“Do your job.”
“yes?”
“Weren’t you in the middle of training? Finish it. “Don’t worry about me.”
“…All right.”
Mo Yong-wu, who returned to the training ground, lined up the Tangma army.
“Let’s start again from the middle ground!”
“yes!”
In this way, Mo Yong-wu and Tang Ma devoted themselves to training.
Meanwhile, Yeon Ho-jeong carefully looked at each name written on the memorial tablet.
‘That’s a lot.’
There were a lot of dead subordinates.
I knew that the Tangma Army had a lot of people, but it felt real again. So many of my subordinates died.
It was the first dispatch after being integrated into Uijeong-gun. Since the mission was a mission, I naturally thought there would be casualties. No, that would have been the same for any mission.
However, there was one thing that Yeon Ho-jeong felt sorry for.
‘Your death is not a dog’s death. But if I hadn’t missed him, you wouldn’t have died either.’
The place when I first met Sima Hyeon.
Of the two people who raided the place, Yayuljeok and Firefighter, the enemy that had to be caught was Yayuljeok.
Of course, the person who is more deeply connected to Saeumgyo is Firefighter. This could be known just by the presence of the blood sound trick and the blood sound field.
However, for peace in Guangdong Province, discipline was more important than firefighting. So catching the enemy came first and firefighting came second.
Yeon Ho-jeong missed it. Sima Xuan’s unexpected action? I was the one who didn’t see it that far. In the end, it was his own mistake to miss the Yayul enemy.
That mistake cost two hundred of his men’s lives.
‘It really isn’t easy.’
Even during the time of the Emperor of Darkness, he lost countless subordinates.
Someone says The shock of losing a close acquaintance or subordinate is very great, but if you do it over and over again, you gradually get used to it.
Yeonhojeong was different.
Even during the time of the Emperor of Darkness and now.
The experience of losing a subordinate was something I couldn’t get used to until I got used to it. It was just that I was able to express myself more calmly and hide my torn heart more easily, but the intensity of the pain only deepened as time passed.
‘How many more subordinates will I lose in the future?’
As a commander of a unit, such experience is fate.
‘How many subordinates’ names must I hold in this tiny head?’
Whenever his subordinates died, Yeon Ho-jeong memorized their names.
It didn’t really have any great meaning. Dead people don’t speak. It can’t help and it can’t hurt. Because we don’t know what they want.
However, all Yeon Ho-jeong could do for them was to not forget their names until he died.
From the time of the Black Emperor, who ruled the Black Emperor Castle, until now.
The names of tens of thousands of subordinates were engraved on his head. I also memorized what kind of organization and department they worked in at Heukje Castle.
Because I wanted to remember.
In order to prevent a dead person from dying twice, Yeon Ho-jeong, as the leader of someone, tried to never forget their name. Because I knew that real death is a moment forgotten by everyone.
‘I know you wrote a will before you went on the road. I would venture to guess that my name was not written in three letters in the will. Then there is nothing I can do for you except remember you.’
Yeon Ho-jeong, who had been looking at the memorial tablets for a while, softly opened his mouth.
His brain power, which allowed him to perfect the Shinigami’s true skills, was on a different level from that of an ordinary person. Before the problem of application or creativity, the brain’s capacity was optimized to hold something.
Therefore, Yeonhojeong did not contain any useless knowledge or information.
I didn’t know about the Emperor of Four Directions, and I didn’t know about the secret spiritual orders of each sect, because I didn’t try to keep it in my head in the first place.
Instead, his head was filled with countless names.
And those many names gave him an unforgettable sense of responsibility at every moment.
Yeon Ho-jeong closed his eyes.
With his eyes closed, he muttered countless names of his subordinates in his head. So that you don’t even need a moment to think, so that when you ask who that subordinate is, the name comes right out without the slightest hesitation.
In this way, Yeon Ho-jeong memorized the names of his subordinates.
Yeon Ho-jeong did not leave the place even when night fell. Even when dawn broke the next day, he did not leave.
Three days passed like that.
The Tangma soldiers looked at Yeonhojeong with confused eyes at first, but as time passed, they felt worried and moved.
Is it just for show? There was really no need to do that once you got to the level of the wall coral. In the first place, he was a great man who would not do anything that did not come from his heart, even if there was a knife at his throat.
Still, it is right for a human being to at least pretend to be sad in front of the remaining subordinates. The soldiers thought so and actually understood Yeon Ho-jeong’s actions that way.
Wrong.
Yeon Ho-jeong did not take a sip of water for three days. I didn’t sleep, and with my eyes closed, I kept repeating the names of the dead soldiers.
It was by no means an action that could be said to be for show. It was not easy to mourn in that way unless you were a biological relative, or even for a blood relative.
It was the third day like that.
When Tang Ma’s training was finished, Yeon Ho-jeong stood up.
Even the world’s greatest expert is bound to stumble if he suddenly stands up after sitting in the same position for three days. Moreover, Yeon Ho-jeong still hadn’t even taken a sip of water.
However, Yeon Ho-jeong’s posture did not waver at all.
He was much gaunter and noticeably thinner than he had been three days ago, but his eyes were deeper and calmer.
Mo Yong-woo, who was looking at Yeon Ho-jeong, pounded the floor with his sword armor.
thud. thud.
The entire Tangma army lined up in line with Wu.
It was the same position and posture as three days ago. However, the way he looked at Yeon Ho-jeong was completely different from three days ago.
Yeon Ho-jeong walked towards his residence without even looking at them.
At that time, Mo Yong-woo said.
“Master.”
Yeon Ho-jeong stopped walking and looked back at Mo Yong-woo without saying a word.
Mo Yong-woo smiled and asked.
“Is there anything else you would like to order?”
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was quietly looking at Mo Yong-woo, glanced at the soldiers and said.
“Don’t die.”
As soon as those words were finished, all of Tang Ma’s army bowed their heads.
“Jonmyeong!”
Their loud voices shook the entire manor.
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled and started walking again.
Tangmagun bowed down for a long time even after Yeonhojeong disappeared. No one tried to straighten their backs.
It was respect.
There were no words like Cheongsanyusu and they did not control themselves with a trembling majesty. However, Yeon Ho-jeong’s actions were able to elicit sincere emotion and loyalty from them.
Sometimes actions speak louder than words to convey your intentions without misunderstanding.
It wasn’t something he specifically intended to do, but in Yeonhojeong’s appearance, Tangmagun was able to see another leader they would serve for a long time.
“as soon as.”
Only after Mo Yongyu’s words fell did Tang Ma straighten his back.
“This concludes today’s training. Everyone, go back and rest.”
“yes.”
The Tangma army quietly dispersed.
The road to the residence.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was thinking about the names of his dead subordinates, suddenly looked up at the sky.
Phew.
Unusually for the weather in Guangdong, today was quite dry. The wind was cool and it was nice to walk.
And in the sky, a long cloud was wriggling like a dragon.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s pupils dilated.
‘It’s a yellow dragon.’
He recalled his conversation with Inspector Tam.
‘I’ll come visit you soon. In any case, wouldn’t you be leaving only after seeing Guangdong properly reformed? ‘See you again in a few days.’
‘Let me ask you one question.’
‘Ask as many questions as you want.’
‘Why are Buddhist monks so obsessed with immortality? Regardless of whether there is such a method or not, isn’t it an undesirable behavior for someone who engages in Buddhism?’
‘Hehe, it might look like that. No, if you think about it deeply, you’re not wrong.’
‘Is this something you do knowingly?’
‘If it’s a sin, it’s a sin. However, the secret of immortality must have something in common with the secret of reincarnation. We’re just trying to approach it academically.’
‘Will it really end up being an academic approach?’
‘I guess so.’
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was looking up at the sky with deep eyes, grimaced and muttered.
“You only live once, so it can be intense, you stupid idiots. There is no need for immortality or reincarnation. “If someone remembers my name, that’s enough.”
