Atmosphere (1)

 

Half a month has passed since Mujin and his companions were trapped in the penitential wing.

And before leaving the penitential building, Mu Qing went to visit the Blood Demon for the last time.

It wasn't to learn more martial arts from him. In the first place, the training on the Blood Cow Demon Ball ended two days ago.

"The whole battle is over. Is it a fishy thing today?"

When the man who had been absent for the past two days came back, the Blood Demon asked in a puzzled tone.

He didn't blame Mu Qing for abandoning him for being afraid to take over martial arts. It was a blood horse that I hadn't even expected in the first place.

All he wanted was for the martial arts to spread his name and his martial arts. That was enough.

"I'm about to go out for penance after the promised time. I don't think I'll ever see you in the future, so I stopped by to say goodbye for the last time."

"Tsk· It's ridiculous. It would be more helpful for us to cultivate the Divine Techniques that I taught you in that time."

Despite the sight of the blood horse talking like a poet, Mu Qing didn't seem to care and took a bold stance.

It was the cardinal ceremony of the first herbivore of the second half, the Storm Tributary.

Since it's a herbivore in the second half, it's naturally a herbivore that needs the energy of the Heavenly Blood Absorption Dafa.

"Have you practiced the Heavenly Blood Suction Dafa in the past two days?"

Thinking of such a thought, the Blood Demon smiled faintly, but the result was not what the Blood Horse expected.

The color of the fifty or so raindrops that had formed around the cardinal martial arts was still golden.

And fifty golden raindrops created by the martial arts raged like a storm, clawing at the whole area.

It's just that the color of the raindrops is different. It was the perfect storm stream.

“··· What kind of magic are you doing?"

The blood demon who couldn't understand the situation was asked, and the martial arts officer who took a deep breath answered.

"I've just changed the herb food that the old master told me. So that you don't have to rely on the Heavenly Blood Suction Technique."

"Is that really possible?"

"It was possible..."

“··· Didn't you make all the rest of the Blood Demon Demon Demon Beast's post-food like that?"

"I've only made the first herbivore yet, but I'm going to try to make the other four as well. And now the name of this martial arts is no longer Hemophiliain..."

“··· What's the point of that?"

"Geumwu Divine Ball· From now on, the monk will call this martial arts that way."

In response to the martial arts, the eyes of the blood demon were thick.

"How dare you steal my martial arts and change your name?"

"I didn't steal it, I just told you about it."

"Hmph· After all, it's a despicable idea... But it won't work out the way you think. My name will still be in the powerhouse. Even if you perform your martial arts and claim to be the Golden Beast God in Shaolin, everyone in the powerhouse will think of my star and the Blood Cow God Demon Gong!"

It was hard to believe that he was an old man who had lost martial arts, and his fierce life and fierce mettle weighed on him.

But Mu Qing didn't care, and shook his head with a blank face.

"It's not stealing. I don't want to hide the name of the old man. So tell me the name of the old man."

"You know my nickname and make fun of my tongue ...

"I'm not asking for a nickname. Please tell us your name· In the world, the name of the old master and the martial arts of the Golden Cow God Gong will be known, not the Blood Demon

“····”

Only then did the blood demon's expression change to a grotesque one, understanding what the martial arts were trying to say.

The expression that began with anger had gone beyond the emotion of wonder and had morphed into a strange mixture of complex thoughts.

With such a face that doesn't seem to fit the nickname "Blood Horse".

And the blood demon, who had been silent for quite some time, opened his mouth in a low tone.

"The old man's name is Kwak Kai (郭愷)."

"Understood... Kwak Gae senior·"

Mu Qing replied and bowed to the demon.

It looked like a temple dedicated to the other person as a teacher, but Mu Qing bowed only once, and then stood up.

"As the Shaolin is a recluse, the old monk cannot raise the old rites. However, I will continue the martial arts and will of Kwak Kai, who was unmanned. Therefore, I pray that the flesh that remains here will remember the sins that have been accumulated through blood horses and live a life of atonement for the rest of their lives."

After saying that, Mu Qing turned his back without hesitation.

* * *

He didn't look back even once, and looking at his own Huyin, the Blood Demon still had a complicated face.

"I'm going to connect the spirit of Mujin Kwokkai and martial arts..."

I wonder why? The more he thought about it, the more his mind drifted back to the past.

It was the first time I learned martial arts.

At that time, he wanted to be strong. I wanted to be the best·

The reason was simple. Because the world was a weak and strong one. And there was no world where everything was decided by force as much as Murin.

Even those who call themselves political parties are just talking about it and making up excuses. Practically everything was solved by force.

Therefore, he did everything in his power to do so. After all, if everything was decided by force, there would be no difference between himself and his political faction.

On the contrary, when the filthy, despicable political bastards pointed fingers at him, he laughed at them and killed them. The corners of his mouth twitched at the thought of sucking their blood and absorbing their blood.

At some point, Kwak Kai, who was so uninhabited, became a blood demon.

I had forgotten my own name and lived with pride in being called a blood horse.

But I'm going to carry on the will of the unmanned Gwakgae.

'Am I, the blood demon, wrong?'

It couldn't have been.

As long as he could become stronger, he didn't need to use any means to do anything, and in order to become a great Demon Demon Demon Demon, he had no choice but to practice the Heavenly Blood Absorption Dafa.

‘··· Did he really have to practice the Heavenly Blood Absorption Dafa?"

That child is perfecting the Blood Demon Demon Gong without the Heavenly Blood Absorption Technique.

Maybe I was just making up an excuse. To throw away the pride of being an unmanned person and just find a convenient path.

“····”

Now, the gaze of the Blood Demon who had been chasing the martial arts disappearing into the darkness of the cave fell downward.

What caught his eye was his own body, which had been thin and thin after spending twenty years in a penitential ward.

"I've already lost my body and my inner strength to live as a warrior."

And the spirit of martial arts and martial arts that he had prided himself on was now taken away by the invisible young Huyin.

All he had left was the evil deeds he had repeated over the years of his life as a blood horse.

"Hehehehe..."

Memories of the countless evil deeds that he had ignored as a matter of course as a martial artist began to fill the Blood Demon's vision.

"Hehehehe..."

The Deepest Depths of the Penitential Pavilion· There, the faint laughter of an old man echoes through the air.

"Huh... Hmm..."

The kind of laughter that sounds like a moan that is forced to endure pain.

* * *

Mu Jin and his companions followed the disciple of the lawyer who came to visit the penitential building and left the penitential building.

Mujin then greeted the group lightly and headed for the place of the Prefecture.

Hyun Guang, who had been sitting on the floor of the hall with his eyes closed, opened his eyes as soon as Mu Jin entered the hall entrance.

"Come on... Mujin-ah·"

With that gentle smile and way of speaking, Mu Jin also had a smile on his lips.

"Now I can say hello properly. Grandpa· I've come back from all my disciples' work."

"Hehehe... I have suffered."

Let's take a moment to share the aftermath of the two of us alone without the Namgoong Drama or any other characters.

Hyunguang asked Mujin·

"Did you enjoy your time in the penitential building?"

Penitential Building·

A place where those who have committed sins practice face-to-face training in order to repent of their sins.

But Hyunguang wasn't asking if Mujin had repented of his sins. And Mujin knew what was going on, too.

"I was able to think about it for half a month and gather my thoughts."

"Hehehe... Can you tell him what your thoughts are?"

Mujin lowered his head first at Hyunguang's question.

"I'm sorry. Grandpa· Even though I thought about it for half a month because of the lack of small monks, I couldn't understand my grandfather's feats."

It could have been quite a disappointing answer from the point of view of the master and the disciple before it was the ancestor, but Hyunguang still had a blank expression on his face.

"So you've given up on learning the martial arts of this great skill?"

"I've just realized that no matter what I do, it's impossible to learn it."

"Hehe... Isn't it a pity that you can't learn?"

"If it's not a pity, it would be a lie, but it can't be helped."

In response to Hyunguang's question, Mujin shrugged and replied.

When Mujin saw that the crotch was torn off while chasing the stork, it was the kind of thing that he couldn't chase away.

And at Mujin's firm answer, Hyunkwang smiled happily instead of regretting.

In the first place, it wasn't the martial arts that Hyunkwang used. It's just the power that I have been able to understand and use in the world.

Also, the principles of the world can be expressed in words and writings, but funnily enough, the moment they are expressed in words and writings, the original meaning fades.

However, anyone who is greedy for martial arts will want to learn that of Hyungwang.

Especially if it's Mujin, who is just the verge of Hyunguang's apprenticeship.

That's why, instead of telling this story himself, Hyunkwang showed him Bimu and gave him homework.

So that Mujin can realize himself and let go of his greed.

And how fortunately he was, the disciple he had chosen had found the right path for himself and had come to him.

But it was one thing to give up greed, but it was another thing not to try.

"Have you just given up everything?"

Mu Jin shook his head at Hyunguang's question.

Just as the snake had its own way, so the stork had its own way. And Mujin was able to realize that thanks to the Southern Palace Martial Drama.

In the eyes of today's Mu Jin, the martial arts of the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama were like a tower.

The top where the tip is still far away and the gap is still felt.

On the other hand, that of the light was the sky. It's impossible to climb the sky in the first place unless you sprout wings on your body.

It was natural for humans to think that they could not reach it, but the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama did not.

He had vowed to build a tower in ignorance instead of hoping for wings to sprout that didn't exist in his body.

The tower would be built infinitely higher and reach the sky.

Some would laugh at the foolishness of man to rebel against nature, but Mujin did not.

However, I didn't intend to take the same approach as the Southern Palace Martial Arts.

"I can't understand my grandfather's martial arts with my five senses, so I just want to make the world's largest and most perfect vessel that can contain my grandfather's martial arts."

An atmosphere that can contain anything.

And in the case of emptiness, the vessel was, after all, the flesh that unfolded emptiness.

Mujin vowed to create the most perfect body in the world for himself.

It was Mujin who dreamed of metamorphosis through iron rather than enlightenment.