Blood Victory (3)

 

The penitential wing was quite a huge space.

Originally, Mu Jin and his group were only required to cultivate the face wall at the entrance of the Repentance Hall, but they continued to walk into the cave to find the Blood Demon.

And as soon as I got inside, I began to feel like this was really a prison.

There were dug holes throughout the cave that I didn't know if they were artificially dug or naturally generated.

Each of these chambers was studded with iron bars, and inside the bars were trapped human beings with shackles on their limbs.

But it's just that they're confined. The reactions of those trapped were varied.

"You bastards!! Let me go!!"

"I will never forgive you!! If you get out of here, I'm going to kill all of you Shaolin bastards!"

There were some madmen yelling and arguing with the Mujin group.

"Chisel · Are the young middlemen doing this thing?"

"Uh-huh... Aren't you tired of playing in the middle? If you can get the main throne out of here, I'll give you gold and silver treasures."

"Poor bastards who don't know the pleasures of the world... This body will tell you about the clouds, so if you are interested, come and see me."

There were also those who tried to seduce Mujin with poetic words.

And every time Mujin encountered such prisoners, he would get closer to the iron bars.

He didn't mean to fight the prisoner inside.

In the first place, all the people trapped here have broken their power outages and some of their limbs and veins, so they can barely live their daily lives. It was a clear opponent to fight.

Nevertheless, why did Mujin bother to approach the prisoners? It was to find the Blood Horse.

"Can you tell me the nickname of the time when you were active in Kangho?"

"Chisel · It looks like you're interested in clouds. If you can say it with this body, it is an old man who was called an unequaled fan in the river."

But the old people Mu Jin spoke to weren't all blood horses.

Hearing the other party's name, Mujin clicked his tongue lightly and stepped back.

"What... I didn't even hear of it..."

"Rice!? You want to die!"

"If you want to kill him, kill him."

Whether the prisoner yelled or not, Mu Jin answered by digging into his ear with his pinky finger.

It wasn't the prisoners who were yelling like that who really gave Mujin a hard time.

"Zz... I'm going to do it again this time..."

As I walked through the penitential building, I often saw such prisoners.

They are lying like corpses with completely stunned faces. Alive, but no different from corpses·

"Senior Roh?"

They didn't respond at all when Mujin approached the iron bars and called out to them.

'Damn· Could it be that the old man is not a blood horse?"

Whenever he encountered such humans, Mujin would be reminded of such worries.

I wonder if it was because of the delay in coming here that the Blood Demon had already given up on life and was in such a state.

"Phew· Let's move on to the next one..."

Still, it was Mujin who decided to look around all the way to the deepest part first.

If you look all the way back and there's no blood demon...

"At that time, it must mean that one of those who gave up on life was a blood demon."

There was a problem of how to persuade a human who was nothing more than a plant man to learn martial arts, but Mujin decided to check out all the healthy guys first.

How long had it been for Mujin to go deep into the penitential hall with his companions?

“··· I think this is the last time?"

Mu Gong, who was walking with Mu Jin, looked ahead and said.

At the end of the long passage that led to the inside of the Repentance Building· There was an iron bars where the last prisoner stood.

And inside the iron bars was an old prisoner, whose limbs were chained as before.

“쯧·”

Sitting on the floor with their eyes closed in spite of their voices, they looked no different from those who had given up on the life they had seen before.

Mujin stared at the old prisoner, who had closed his eyes for a moment, and slowly approached the iron bars that held the prisoner in.

Anyway, from now on, I would have to go to those people one by one and persuade them, so I thought it was the main battle.

"Do you have any idea what is going on with Senior Roh's nickname?"

Mu Jin's question on the iron bars suddenly opened his eyes as he closed his eyes like a corpse.

The sight of the old man's eyes opening could be the onomatopoeia of "flashing".

When his eyes were closed, he looked like a corpse, but when he opened his eyes, he exuded a mysterious aura.

"I'm sure there will be no internal attack because the power outage has been abolished."

While Mujin was wondering about it. The old prisoner asked, opening his eyes.

"Why does Shaolin's Ahae ask about the old man's name?"

Maybe it's because I haven't spoken for a long time. The old man's voice was as sharp as a scrape of iron.

"We are the disciples of Shaolin who have sinned and are imprisoned in the penitential circle."

In response to the old man's question, Mu Jin said something he had been thinking about since he heard the news about the Blood Horse.

As he thought about how to persuade the blood demon to learn martial arts, Mu Jin's thoughts naturally reached the blood monk in the novel.

How did the blood monk learn martial arts from the blood horse?

And Mujin's conclusion was this.

"But we don't think it's a sin. So, I just want to learn the great martial arts of the elders here and take revenge on the Shaolin elders who imprisoned us here."

What is the best revenge he can take on those who have imprisoned him? Wouldn't it be the best revenge to have that disciple die?

Perhaps the blood demon in the novel also passed on martial arts to Mu Qing for that reason.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Did Mujin's prediction work? Suddenly, he burst into a roar of metal.

"Do you want to learn the martial arts of the prisoners imprisoned here and take revenge on Shaolin?"

"That's right..."

"Uhh It's ridiculous· How could they take revenge on Shaolin with the futility of those who were defeated and imprisoned in Shaolin?"

"That's what I've heard... The story is that the forty-eight elders of Shaolin came together and managed to catch the Eighteen Nine Thousand Jin and the Great Master of the Blood Demon trapped here. If we could learn the martial arts of the Blood Demon and engage in guerrilla warfare, revenge would not be a dream."

Mujin asked, poking at him to see if the other party was a blood horse.

And the answer that came back was quite surprising.

"Huh? Have you heard about the old man?"

Isn't that the old prisoner a blood horse?

However, the reaction that followed was a little different from Mujin's expectations.

"So I'm going to take revenge on the recluse by learning my martial arts?"

Massive flesh spewed out from the eyes of the blood demon who asked back.

It was clear that he was an old man who had lost his martial arts, but he was real enough to live.

In terms of the intensity of "living" apart from the air waves, it was comparable to that of the king of the world.

'Damn· Did you find out it was a lie?'

It was hard to accept. How many years has Mujin's fitness trainer been around?

Fitness trainers are also a type of service job. It is also a service job that requires an hour of one-on-one customer service after each class.

It was Mujin who had reached the point where he could take a double bath in his heart and still have a big smile on his face.

'Did the other kids fail to manage their facial expressions?'

Naturally, Mujin's thoughts turned to the children who were watching the situation from behind.

I had already told my children about my plans, so I guess they all managed their expressions in their own way, but it was hard to fool an old man my size.

But Mujin didn't give up.

There was only one last thing I thought of in the first place.

"It's not a bad thing for you, isn't it?"

Mu Jin endured the Blood Demon's death and said, and the Blood Demon showed interest. While keeping that sticky life childish.

"Isn't that a bad story for me?"

"You can't get out of here anyway, can you? So why not take one last gamble on us? Why don't you take a last dare rather rot here for the rest of your life and let that worldless god work be destroyed?"

At Mujin's suggestion, the Blood Demon silently scowled at Mujin.

The flesh that had been emanating from the Blood Demon vanished as if it had never existed in the first place.

He decided to accept Mujin's offer.

But I didn't believe the little monk in front of me.

It is said that Hosayupi Insa-myeong (虎死留皮 人死留名), so what should a mujin leave behind when he dies?

As a warrior who was once famous in the powerhouse, he wanted to leave his nickname and martial arts to the world.

It was a chance to fulfill the last dream of life that he had given up because he had been trapped here for the rest of his life.

But that didn't mean he was going to pass on his martial arts to just anyone.

"I'm going to test if I can get my Blood Demon Technique."

Those who are able to pass their own exams·

He was a blood demon who wanted Hu Yin who could be able to make a big deal out of the Blood Cow God Demon Gong and shake off his martial arts and star name in Wulin.

It didn't even matter to him what they were going to do with his feat.

His only concern was the talents and talents of those young monks.

"What is that test?"

In response to Mujin's question, the Blood Demon opened his mouth. But it wasn't an explanation of the test.

Let's wait for the mysterious metaphysical expressions to continue.

"What I'm talking about is the Bloodworm Demon Demon Formula. Only those who succeed in mastering and unfolding this within three days will be able to pass on the Blood Friendship Demon Technique."

"I'm sorry, but can you tell me the old sentence again? It's too long to memorize..."

"Hmph· If you can't memorize even a single second of the phrases at once, then you don't even deserve to master the martial arts of the main throne."

The sight of the snorting blood demon almost made Mujin's forehead stand up without realizing it.

'Damn· It's a dirty old man who has lost his martial arts and is trapped in a mess."

If you're trapped here, you're going to have lived a pretty trashy life in the first place. I couldn't even think of the word "respect for the elderly."

"If it weren't for the Blood Cow Demon Ball, I would've slammed it..."

Mujin wondered how he could coax the old man to ask him one more time, but he soon realized that his worries were useless.

When I turned around, I saw that Mu Qing had closed his eyes and was deep in meditation.

The phrase that the blood demon had spoken was as long as a few pages of a booklet, even if it wasn't a phrase, but Wu Qing had really listened to it once and memorized it all.

Maybe it's because Mujin and the rest of the group have turned their eyes to Mu Kyung, who is closing his eyes.

The blood demon also looked at Mu Qing with interest.

'Hmmm· I guess he's still useful..."

Memorizing a few pages of a book in one sitting, it was a very minimal requirement.

The problem now is to unravel the true meaning of the resolution, which has been condensed into a few pages of the book.

If you unravel all of its true intentions, it will be enough to fill a book.

Would that young monk be able to solve such a complex problem in three days?

How long did it take for the Blood Demon to think of such a thought and look at the martial arts?

Mu Qing, who had been quietly watching the bet with his eyes closed, opened his eyes in a flash, and suddenly took a certain stance.

“!!!”

While the blood demon looked surprised for the first time at the sight.

"Phew..."

He took a deep breath and exhaled, and as he activated his inner air, some of the inner air that had been flowing through his body spewed out through the intestinal heart and several blood canals.

Weeeeeing·

He began to create tiny beads in the air, like raindrops.

Hemophilia Demon Ball· Herb Diet· Blood Coincidence Brigade ·

It was a herbivore that was the beginning of the Hemophilia Demon Ball, and it was a herbivore that used internal air to create Hemophilia.

The herbivores behind them were discussing how to use the hemophilia they had created to launch various attacks and how to use their qi to do so.

In the end, if you couldn't unleash that herbivore freely, the rest of the herbivore would be actors or mana.

In that sense... He could only make one, but that wasn't the point.

'I only explained it once, and it took me a day to succeed!'

The Blood Demon struggled to control its wonder, and then spoke.

"Enough is enough, take the bet. ' It's not the right color for hemophilia."

The raindrops created by the martial arts were golden. This was because the inner workings of the martial arts belonged to the Buddha who had their origin in Shaolin.

"Once you've mastered the Heavenly Blood Absorption Technique, you'll naturally return to red."

After clearing up his thoughts so far, the blood demon turned to the martial arts officer who had already reaped the attack.

"Why did you take a cardinal formula that you did not teach and unfold it?"

Unlike when he dealt with Mujin, he asked in a gentle tone.

But there was some suspicion underneath.

That's why the cardinal formula that Mu Qing took was originally the "correct" cardinal formula that he learned when he first learned the Hemophilic Demon Technique.

I didn't know unless someone taught me...

"Maybe it's the child who prepared in advance to steal my martial arts from Shaolin..."

Such suspicions had sprouted in the blood horse's mind.

However, the answer of the martial arts officer who came back was far beyond the blood demon's expectations.

"I have interpreted the sentence . . . This is because I thought the previous posture would be the most comfortable to unfold."

"What's the easiest position to unfold?"

"Yes· Once you get used to it, you can unfold it regardless of your posture, but it's your first time, so I'm just prepared."

"Huh..."

I can only listen to the old words and deduce the most suitable posture for them. If that's really true, then it's a suje·

"There are no monsters."

I can't believe that such a monster even wants to learn his martial arts.

Of course, it is possible that the Shaolin had prepared the answer in advance, but it would inevitably be found out in the course of teaching the rest of the herbivore.

Therefore, the Blood Demon decided to pass on martial arts to Mu Qing.

That kid would be able to accomplish his feats...

Nope·

'She Will Be Able to Outrun Me!'

He would be able to make a name for himself in the world with the nickname of Blood Demon and the name of Blood Demon Demon Gong.

It had been two decades since he had thought of it, and his heart had felt like it was beating fast.