Episode 99. If you know it, it’s a fortune teller
Poongyeoncho muttered as he picked up the bloody sword.
“You’re right. There’s no guarantee that I’ll be lucky next time. If I get weak, I’ll be eaten, so what was I thinking…?”
I had tried to spare her life in case her feelings were bad. However, my hesitation disappeared when I thought that I might never see my wife and children again.
Meanwhile, Sang Jae-yong, the captain of the Sahaesangbang, was so shocked by the sudden murder that he couldn’t even breathe deeply.
I never thought that a non-martial arts person would be able to be cut down with one stroke of the sword.
Even the martial artists of the Jeongpa do not kill ordinary people unless they are caught in the act.
Even ronin cannot kill ordinary people so openly. When they kill, they do so secretly. This is because the world of martial arts is not a world completely separated from the government.
But they kill them without mercy.
The perception that they were ‘dangerous guys’ took hold in my head belatedly. They used to be useful ronin from Waryongjang, but now they looked like wild beasts.
Tak Go-myeong glanced at Sang Jae-yong, who was standing there with a surprised expression on his face, and said.
“Sang Bang-ju. It seems like you don’t like us, so just bear with it for a few days. We don’t like you either. But since you got hurt while working here, you’ll stay until your treatment is over. Do you have any complaints? Even if you do, there’s nothing we can do. I know that.”
Tak Go-myeong was determined to make the most of Yonghee-ru because he hated Sang Jae-yong. It wasn’t just to harass him. There was no better place for four people to stay.
I briefly thought about going to the Sahapwon of Poongyeon Elementary School. But that thought didn’t last long. It was too small for Yeonjeokha and Simtong to stay there.
“No. You can stay as long as you want.”
Sang Jae-yong said it as if he was being kind, but inside he was very happy.
That is exactly what I have been longing for. I have to hold on to it for a few more days until the master of Wolha Church arrives, but thankfully he will stay.
Sang Jae-yong called his subordinates and had them dispose of Jang Moon-ho’s body.
Having his own timber business, that much effort was not a problem.
Simtong glanced at him as he walked away after finishing his cleaning.
The face of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon’s Scale flashed through my mind.
-How could a ronin like Chuyeopjin have made a contract with such money? It must have all been Sangjaeyong’s money. That’s why I met him to extort some compensation from him. Two of my carefully raised livestock died…
Cheokdo Gwang said, ‘Choo Yeop-jin is like Sang Jae-yong’s right-hand man.’
Contrary to what Sang Jae-yong said about him, he was one of the escorts of the outside world.
‘If you think about it, the upper room is a place of blessings… ‘
Until then, I just thought they were merchants.
However, as we investigate Jang Moon-ho and Chu Yeop-jin’s murder and the death room, we realize that Sapa is out of the question.
Nothing is surprising or new here. These merchants are fighting to the death for profit like the breakwaters of the martial arts world.
So how involved was Sang Jae-yong in this messy business?
Once you think of the upper room as a place of worship, Sang Jae-yong’s every move becomes unusual.
He looked back on the moment he first met Sang Jae-yong until now.
At one point, the corners of Sim Tong’s mouth, who called himself ‘a person who has been living in the world of martial arts for a whole generation’, slightly went up.
“Your Majesty, I think I will have to leave for a moment.”
“You can stay away for a long time. No, I don’t know where that place is, but just stay there and live. Enjoy the rest of your life, too, old man Shim. You never know when you’ll be gone. These days, when I don’t see old man Shim in the morning, I think, ‘Did he go to sleep?’”
Along with the horse, Yeonjeokha pointed to the sky with his finger.
“Hehehe, even if I go when I go, it’s not yet time. I’ll go after seeing Confucius flying high in the sky. It won’t take that long. So, take care.”
The sorrow that had seemed so polite disappeared like the wind.
Yeon-jeok-ha, who was watching his disappearing back, clicked her tongue and said, ‘Tsk tsk.’
Tak Go-myeong approached me and spoke to me.
“Yeon-ah, do you really hope that old man Sim doesn’t come?”
“I feel like an old man with not much time left is trying too hard to look good.”
A smile appeared on Takgo Myung’s face.
I thought he was trying to keep his distance because he didn’t like the pain, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
“Couldn’t it be that you do it because you like it?”
“No way. I find my own work annoying, so who would enjoy tackling other people’s chores?”
“You never know. Until you go inside Old Man Shim. So don’t push too hard.”
“all right.”
Since it was something my brother-in-law said, I accepted it for now.
‘I’ll have to ask Simtong later why he’s like that,’ he thought.
***
The speech of the eastern part of Luoyang.
Wolha Church.
Today, the Wolha Church is one of Luoyang’s landmarks.
It is because of the twisted history that the True Moon Swordsman defeated and established the famous religion, but ended up becoming a famous religion church instead.
To commemorate this, Wolha Seonja opened Wolha Church to the world. Unlike other secret churches, it allowed non-believers to enter.
Since then, Wolha Church has been bustling with people who are curious about the inside of the famous church that has gained hegemony and who come to see its history of reversal.
The head of Sahaesangbang, Lee Hwa-soo, spent money to meet with Sosu Ma-geom Jin Ga-hee, an elder of Wolha Church. It was only two days after he left Gaebong under the orders of Bangju Sang Jae-yong.
“So, the survivors of Waryongjang are in Gaebong, but they are very evil, so please get rid of them?”
Jin Ga-hee stared blankly at the old merchant named Lee Hwa-su sitting across from her.
“Yes. If you do that, I will donate thirty thousand nyang.”
“I heard that the higher-ups are hiring ronin to handle the work, so why did you come all the way here?”
Although Jin Ga-hee was in her forties, she was not shy about speaking.
A bitter look passed across the face of Lee Hwa-soo, who was over sixty years old.
But he soon calmly gave the prepared answer.
“Their inaction was too great to handle. Ten of the upper guards had already been killed. At first, I thought of the Chilpaimon, but the opponents were survivors of Waryongjang… … . I came to the Wolha Church.”
“Haha. I thought about it well. If it was Chilpaimon, they wouldn’t have fought against those from Waryongjang. But you want the Sipdu Ma Byeong to help you out in particular?”
“Yes. The Lord said, ‘I think we need to solve the problem of the ten horsemen.’”
“Hmm, I guess so.”
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
Jin Ga-hee lightly tapped the table with her fingers.
Unlike in the past, now all elders are the Ten Horsemen. They can just go themselves without having to ask anyone else.
What she’s worried about now is whether she should ‘report this to her superiors or deal with it on her own’.
If you report it to your superiors, you will have to donate the entire thirty thousand nyang. You will receive a small amount of performance bonus, but most of the donation will go to the church.
“Have you discussed this matter with other people in the church?”
“No. This is the first time I’ve come to church and am speaking to the elders.”
Jin Ga-hee nodded.
The worries are over.
She decided to handle it quietly on her own and monopolize the thirty thousand nyang.
The more money you personally have saved, the more you can offer to your superiors.
In fact, since it was obvious that it was at the level of Waryongjang, there was no need to mobilize his subordinates.
“The old man, the young man, and the two escorts, is that four people in all?”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll take care of it myself. Keep quiet from everyone else. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Jin Ga-hee looked at Lee Hwa-soo with bleak eyes.
Ihwasu, startled by the eerie murderous intent, nodded her head vigorously.
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
“We’ll discuss the membership process separately after we finish the work. You go ahead.”
Jin So-hee stood up from her seat along with those words.
I was planning to finish it quickly before the other elders smelled it and got involved.
***
Gaebong Nambu Yucheonjin.
This is the best.
As the sun set, the lights came on in the main house of the Lee family.
An old man was looking at the light from the top of the wall, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The villager who told us the location of this house said that this house was an ‘uninhabited house’. So the person who had been secretly hiding in the inner quarters must have been Chuyeopjin.
A lightning bolt flew into the inner chamber, cutting through the darkness like a night bird.
The murderer, Chuyeopjin, who had been lying slanted on the bed, suddenly raised his upper body as if he was frustrated.
It’s already been three days since I hid in Igajang.
Sang Jae-yong, who said he would contact me within a few days if he was there, has not been any news.
What could be wrong?
I feel like I’m going crazy and jumping for joy because I can’t hear the news from outside.
Choo Yeop-jin, who got out of bed, picked up a bottle of alcohol and poured it down his throat. It was the alcohol he had bought from a nearby village liquor store during the day. Perhaps because he was feeling uneasy, he couldn’t even taste the alcohol.
“Hey! What the hell is going on?”
At that moment, the light bulb opened the door and went in, saying:
“Do you want to know?”
“omg!”
Thump.
The bottle of alcohol spilled out of Chuyeopjin’s hand in surprise.
He was quick-witted and immediately realized why Cheon Sal Ma An, the owner of Cheon Hyang Banjeom, had appeared here.
“Chuck Daein! Sa, please save me!”
“Hehehe. If you spare my life, what can you give me? Sang Jaeyong said he would give me ten thousand nyang.”
“Please just let me live! I’ll do whatever you say!”
Chuyeopjin hung on without even the slightest intention of resisting.
From his point of view, the scale of the scale is a master that cannot even be looked at.
But the scale of the scale is not the kind of person who would be swayed by such pleas.
He slowly pulled out the Umido.
As its name, ‘Oxtail Knife’ suggests, the blade, thinner than a leaf blade, gleamed in the light.
“Please, spare my life!”
Bam!
Chuyeopjin took a step back without thinking.
But before long, Chuyeopjin’s back touched the bed.
The light-headed man, who had been following along briskly, placed Umido under Chuyeopjin’s chin.
“Tell me. What is Sangjae Yong after? If I like the story, I might spare your life.”
Cheokdo-gwang looked at Chuyeopjin with a secret gaze.
Of course it’s a lie.
No matter what you hear, this guy’s fate won’t change.
The only reason I asked was because I wanted to extort more money from Sang Jae-yong.
The face of Chuyeopjin, who was on the verge of death, came to life.
If you think about it even a little, you will know that it is nonsense, but he was cornered and did not know that.
“Now, this is Jang Moon-ho’s lumber shop. His goal is to kill Pung-ga at his request and then use that as an excuse to take over the lumber shop.”
A triumphant smile appeared on the scale’s face.
Only when I learned of Sang Jae-yong’s purpose were my previous doubts completely cleared up.
Now I know why that guy was so confident in front of me.
He wanted it to be revealed that the person who ordered the murder was Jang Moon-ho.
“Yes! I knew there would be something. Since you told me a useful story, I hope that it won’t be painful… .”
Before he could finish speaking, an ominous laugh was heard from behind.
“Ahhhhhh. You cute little rat. I was wondering where you were running around like that, and you were trying to take me to that guy.”
The mouth of the scale-shifting light opened wide as he quickly turned around.
The old man who had beaten him like a dog two days ago was standing there with a leaf sword slung over his shoulder.
“I, I really didn’t know. After you left, the ark came looking for me… … .”
“Okay, don’t get involved in this again. If you do, you will die.”
Sim Tong, who was from Sapa, showed kindness to Cheok Ji Gwang.
Because the sin lies not in the sword, but in the one who holds it and swings it.
Wuxia,
