Episode 947
How to untangle a tangled thread (7)
Yeon Ho-jeong had a dream. This very realistic dream was an extension of the dream I had just before realizing the Yellow Dragon God King.
Yeon Ho-jeong looked around.
A very desolate mountain. Because of the broken and cut down trees, it looked like a rocky mountain from a distance.
And within it were myself and my teacher.
“How do you feel?”
Young Yeon Ho-jeong, whose luck was over, opened his mouth.
“I feel more comfortable. And…”
“It must have gotten faster.”
“That’s right.”
The teacher still spoke with a blunt expression on his face.
“The Four Gods Qi (Four Gods Qi) is the world’s divine skill that can perfectly control the five organs and six parts. Aside from that, a person who possesses immeasurable supernormal abilities but cannot handle the human body properly since he or she was born as a human being cannot handle limitations in any area.”
“yes.”
“Managing the five organs and six parts well means that you have properly practiced the middle and middle battles. Reaper goes one step further. Unlike other martial arts people who control their internal organs with one or two inner gongsim methods, Sashingong is capable of practicing each organ to the extreme. What does this mean?”
Young Yeon Ho-jeong could not answer right away. It was an expression that showed caution rather than concern about the question itself.
After a while.
“Doesn’t this mean that one can achieve absolute immobility or that extreme expression of emotions is possible?”
“Accurate.”
Although there was no praise, the expression on the teacher’s blunt face was clearly one of admiration.
Of course, it was difficult for my younger self to notice the change in expression that was reflected in his indifference to his teacher’s feelings. Only now, looking back as a third party, was Yeon Ho-jeong able to clearly see his teacher’s face.
said the master.
“If you practice jungdanjeon well, you can achieve immobility and your five organs and six organs become stronger. On the other hand, the Four Gods Extremely activates the five organs and six organs, making it possible to practice the middle and middle battles without limits.”
“It’s the opposite.”
“It’s the opposite. So, at one time, there were people who called the Four Gods Demonic Gong (魔功). This is because, in the eyes of those who have only learned hard martial arts, the training method itself is close to reverse heaven.”
“….”
“And that can be said to be true to some extent.”
“yes?”
The teacher looked up at the sky.
The not-so-bright sunlight was racing through the scattered clouds.
“Are you saying that only those who exude magical energy are magic? Anything that goes against correct principles is evil and evil practice. “It can also be called the left road, as the Central Plains people call it.”
“But…”
“Yes, the Shinigami is a sacred energy. On the contrary, it emits a deeper and purer energy than any of the new techniques of those who are called the Baekdo Righteous Sect.”
“yes. Additionally, I don’t think that practicing the middle finger obtained through the Four Gods is against the law.”
“How did you think that?”
“I think that there is something called nature. However, there are many ways to follow nature. “I believe that Sashingong is not a martial art that goes against reason, but is one of many ways to follow the natural path.”
“You are better than me.”
“yes?”
The teacher who was looking up at the sky lowered his head.
“I never thought anything like that when I was your age. “I realized this when I finally regained peace after going through many experiences and frustrations over a long period of time.”
“Ah…”
“And when I realized that, I opened the Yellow Dragon.”
“That’s right.”
“Maybe you can reach the Yellow Dragon much faster than me.”
Young Yeon Ho-jeong lowered his head.
“I don’t have the talent for that.”
“I heard that martial arts skills go up depending on talent.”
“Isn’t that right?”
“You can’t ignore talent. However, true martial arts blossoms through constant self-discipline and timely training.”
“What does timely training look like? Practicing continuously every day is martial arts….”
“Of course, you have to practice constantly. However, if you carry a stone weighing 100 pounds today, and a stone weighing 200 pounds a year later, how much weight will you be lifting ten years from now? Are you going to practice while holding a thousand stones?”
“…!”
“Training is in life. “Life always seeks change, and my mind and situation are not the same every day.”
“….”
“Of course, the training will also have to change. There will be times when I have to practice carrying stones and times when I need to take a closer look at my own knowledge and emotions through meditation through sitting meditation.”
“…okay.”
“And sometimes there will be moments when you have to decide between life and death with the enemy. In the end, even if you learn the same martial art, the quantity and quality of training will vary depending on the person.”
Yeon Ho-jeong was very surprised.
‘So we had that conversation.’
Even before I got the Yellow Dragon, I felt like I had forgotten a lot of things.
Of course, there were more things that did not overlap than overlap in the teacher’s teachings. He was a person with such vast knowledge and enlightenment.
“Then…”
“….”
“How can I capture the moment when my practice needs to change?”
“You just have to ask yourself.”
“To myself?”
“If you truly practice martial arts deeply every day, your instincts will automatically tell you the type of study you need.”
This was also something that Yeon Ho-jeong did not remember.
To be exact, it was the same thing that I could vaguely remember. However, I have never practiced using the teacher’s words as a guide until now.
Now that I heard it like this, I remembered it again. It was the same as the dream I had before realizing Hwangryonggong.
“Enough sleep for today.”
“It’s still day….”
“Haven’t you been replacing sleep with clouds? People need to sleep. Even if you reach the Yellow Dragon, you must not give up on sleep. “Sleep is like a natural healing agent that restores all parts of the human body from head to toe.”
“All right.”
Young Yeon Ho-jeong lowered his head and lay down.
There were no pillows or blankets. Little Yeon Ho-jeong, lying on the cold stone floor, fell into a deep sleep before she could count to ten.
At that moment, Yeon Ho-jeong realized.
‘no way?’
The teacher’s expression changed as he looked at his sleeping disciple.
The face I couldn’t remember was clearly smiling.
Round, curved eyes. The characteristic blunt expression disappeared, and a soft and kind smile without any awkwardness pierced Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes painfully.
The teacher opened his mouth.
“The past five years have truly been like a dream.”
It’s like that too.
This dream that Yeon Ho-jeong had was the day before his teacher disappeared without a word.
“I don’t know how I ended up meeting a dangerous guy like you. The Way of Heaven is mysterious. “I really don’t know.”
The teacher sat next to his sleeping disciple.
An old, grayish hand came up to the disciple’s forehead.
“I thought that even in this world where it is difficult to be sure of anything, there are things that never change. I saw it as fate. “I saw it as a gift.”
The teacher closed his eyes.
“I thought that when you and I met, our relationship was completed when my heart, recognizing your genius, reached heaven. “The relationship between priests and priests is a relationship sent from heaven, no different from parents and siblings who are intertwined by heavenly laws.”
It was a strange voice.
Yeon Ho-jeong thought that his teacher’s voice was like a song.
Every single word seeps into my heart. There was no fancy technique or sad melody, but there was a feeling that resonated throughout my body.
“But yesterday my thoughts changed.”
The teacher closed his eyes.
“When you and I met, it wasn’t a predetermined fate. “Our priestly relationship was created by you, not me.”
What does this mean?
Yeon Ho-jeong could not understand his teacher’s words.
“I thought your natural talent was outstanding. Even though you were buried in resentment and hatred like the sea, I chose you because your innate nature was like a cloudless sky. “I thought so.”
Flash!
When the teacher opened his eyes again, his face looked like that of a monk who had escaped from secular life.
“I was wrong. I didn’t choose you based on your natural qualities. “We didn’t meet like this because you and I are intertwined with an absolute bond that has existed since time immemorial.”
“….”
“It was you who chose me as your teacher. The foundation of the famous painting of a relationship that wasn’t even drawn in the first place was completed with the look in your eyes that looked at me. “I only colored the picture, but without you, I wouldn’t have existed.”
The teacher took his hand away from his disciple’s forehead and sighed.
“It was only after meeting you that Master Lee was able to overcome the terrible psychic energy that had stained his soul. “I still don’t understand how that was possible, but I knew clearly that it was because of you.”
Phew.
The wind blew.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was looking at his teacher with complicated eyes, was momentarily surprised.
White powder was flying from the teacher’s shoulder. It was such a beautiful and sacred energy that I was relieved and at the same time overwhelmed just by looking at it.
Yeon Ho-jeong opened his mouth.
“Master.”
A voice that cannot be heard.
The teacher looked over his shoulder and took something out of his arms.
It was a small bead with a reddish aura. It was as big as a thumbnail, and even seeing it in a dream sent a chill down my spine.
“By nature, this thing cannot exist in this world. Existence itself is reverse and chaos. My ancestors took control of uncontrollable monsters and became conceited, breaking away from the cycle of nature and heading down the path of eternal extinction. And I could have made people all over the world lost for eons.”
“…!”
“This object is a monster and a precious object, and just having it in possession of it drives people crazy. “Even I, who was born with the greatest talent in the history of the blood religion, could not be free from the power of this thing.”
A strong force went into the teacher’s fist holding the marble.
Crispy!
When the teacher opened his hand again, the red beads turned into sand finer than desert sand.
However, it did not blow around in the wind. Just by looking at it, I could realize that it was something that went against the laws of Mother Nature.
“But now that I have finally freed myself from the bondage of this precious thing, my self, which I have realized through you and regained through you, is about to reach the light.”
The teacher sprinkled red powder on the sleeping disciple’s forehead. The red powder that was not blown away by the wind fell directly between the disciple’s eyes.
The powder did not accumulate. As if there was an invisible hole between the eyebrows, every single particle was sucked into the disciple’s eyebrows.
Phew.
The powder of light that had been flying from my shoulder gradually began to rise all over my body.
The teacher’s body became increasingly transparent.
A mysterious sight that cannot be seen anywhere else. Yeon Ho-jeong intuitively realized this.
This is truly a fable deungseon (羽化登仙) that is talked about in myths and legends.
The strongest demon born from the seed of a demon gave up everything and reached the Way.
“Master!”
“There is no more Godok.”
“….”
“If you live a life worthy of yourself and become noble, it will be difficult to meet you. If you die while living a life uncharacteristic of yourself, you will come back to earth and repeat your lonely history.”
“…!!”
“It is thanks to you that I destroyed the monster that could erase the existence of tens of millions of people. So, shouldn’t you also receive some blessings from Yeokcheon?”
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
The teacher was scattering.
Tears flowed from Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes.
“The first hundred years felt like ten years. “The second hundred years lived like one year.”
“….”
“And the last hundred years of meeting you left me with a fleeting regret, giving me a thousand years of joy.”
“…!”
The teacher closed his eyes.
At the same time, the teacher’s body disappeared and only his voice remained.
“Live with a smile.”
