Wurim Blind (1)

 

The drinking party between the Kowloon Ark cadres and Tao Yuechun lasted for about an hour.

Dao Yuechen exchanged a drink with the Kowloon Ark and all the cadres before standing up.

"Are you going back already? Why don't you sleep for a day while you're here?"

"Apparently I'm here alone, so if I take a long time to come back, I'm going to be worried."

"Hmph... Then my brother's minions might come to visit here..."

"They're all kids who like to fight, so I'm afraid we're going to get into a fight. Brother·"

"Hahahahaha· Isn't it the only way to get along with the Black Sword while fighting?"

It was a travesty who threw such a joke, but he didn't hold on any longer and took care of the way back.

It was because he had some idea of why he wanted to go back early.

"If you do, my brother will leave."

After greeting Pai Jinsheng for the last time, Dao Yuechen left the Kowloon Room.

"Phew..."

Then he let out a sigh of bitter wine.

"Still, is this enough to accomplish the task that Monk Mujin has entrusted to you?"

He has established a fighting spirit and expanded his power, while maintaining a good relationship with Hao Wen, a member of the Four Clans.

On top of that, this time he succeeded in forming an alliance with another Sapa Seventy-Seventy-Ling, Kowloonbang.

Now, the next goal is to make the Fighting Chamber a pillar of the new Safa.

We had to drive out places like the Black Heaven and the Green Forest, and stand tall as a new Sapa Lacquer.

But it wasn't just because of Mujin's request that he was walking such a difficult path.

At first, it was because of Mujin, but after living in Guangxi, he also changed his mind a lot.

It was because he had seen with his own eyes how hard the people of the country were living in the southern part of the country, where security had collapsed.

It was not a lie to say that he was expanding the territory of the Fighting Chambers in order to protect his people.

In the first place, he wasn't a man so formidable that he could be fooled by a well-made lie. Kowloon Ark Pajinseong·

'What a man...'

Remembering Pajinseong, he lifted his right hand, which was holding the black sword, and saw that it was trembling as if it had convulsions.

In the process of exchanging dozens of sums, the impact on his arm was too great.

He used the strength of the new soldier Black Sword to confront Chang Kang, but it was not easy to resist Kang Qi, no matter how long it was.

In spite of the fact that the black sword was covered with pottery to protect it.

No, if it hadn't been for Pai Jinsheng's consideration of him and stopping Bimu, he might have missed the Tao because he couldn't bear the shock, or the Black Sword might have been broken by the Chang River.

To hide the trembling of his hands, he had to inject his right hand with a ball throughout the drinking party.

He, too, had been hanging out with the men of Safa for four months, and he was getting to know them now.

The Safa men are the ones who feed on strength and pride. You should never look weak.

"I have to be a little stronger."

Reflecting on the secret dance with Pai Jinsheng, Dowolcheon thought of such a thought.

And if he were to start trading with the South Man, he would be able to improve his internal affairs through the herbal medicine that Mu Jin had told him about.

Someday, on a par with the defeat. Furthermore, it was a river that dreamed of catching up with the Hyukjin River.

Naturally, Mu Jin, who had told him about trade with the South Manchurian and the Tang Pill, came to his mind.

"What would a monk be doing now?"

He was probably running around for something far bigger than he was.

Or...

'You may be ironing somewhere...'

After all, as a follower of Mujin, he had a fairly accurate understanding of Mujin.

* * *

As Dao Yue Chen had expected, Mujin was spending his time working in iron every day.

To be exact, he was moving somewhere with the trio of helpless boats, and he was squeezing whenever he could.

They passed through Guangxi Province and went all the way to Guizhou Province with the people of the Tang family, but after they parted ways in Guizhou, they went their separate ways.

And then I had about ten days to travel and travel.

Mujin and his companions were finally able to reach their destination.

“··· Are you going to be trapped in a penitential wing this time?"

"You've already been there once, so won't there be a bigger punishment waiting for you this time?"

Looking at the Songshan in front of him, Mu Gong and Wu Qing muttered with a worried face.

Mujin opened his mouth to soothe the two of them, but it didn't work.

"Probably not... I came forward for a reason..."

"Wasn't that the case last time?"

“··· At that time, I used it as an excuse not to let him go, and I don't think it's going to happen this time..."

"I hope so..."

At the end of the words, the three of them sighed at the same time, without knowing who would be first.

It was the only sunny dance in the world.

"Hehehe... Are you coming back?"

He was even excited to meet the girl he had abandoned and run away from.

Of course, she didn't know if she would greet Mu Yul with a smile.

In any case, they stopped chatting and quickly climbed Songshan with their carriages on their backs. Like a monk on an ascetic journey.

It was a bonus that the Great Disciple Li, who was guarding the mountain gate, spotted them and summoned the elders of Shaolin with a surprised face.

"Yes bastards! Do you think Shaolin is a playground!!"

With an angry face, when the Guardian of the Law was yelling, Mu Jin sneaked a message to him.

– I had an important matter related to Shincheon, so I decided to sneak around to avoid being caught· I'm sorry· I'll talk about the details together in the presence of the head monk.

After hearing Mu Jin's voice, Xuan Gong kept the anger on his face and shouted again.

"From now on, we will hold a council of elders to decide on the punishment for you! Let's go to the room together!"

He pretended to punish those who had gathered around him, and then used his head to secretly share the story of the Divine Heaven.

Of course, Mu Qing and Mu Gong, who didn't know the situation, moved along the strings with a face like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse with a contemplative face.

And after a while·

In the room of the head of the room, all the heads of each party or circle, including the head of the room, Hyuncheon and the prefectural governor of the Law Wonju, gathered.

Mu Qing and Mu Gongyi, who were worried about how much punishment they would be punished now, let out a deep sigh inside, and Mu Yul laughed thoughtlessly.

"I heard the story from the Lord of the Law... Did you say that you sneaked away to catch the movement of the gods?"

"Yes· Monk Chief·"

At the unexpected conversation between the room manager and Mu Jin, Mu Gong and Mu Qing looked at each other with puzzled faces.

Whether the two of them were surprised or not, Mujin didn't care at all.

Mujin made up a story and told it to the adults in Shaolin.

Raiding the Volcanic Sect with Mukyung Hye-gal And the lie that they found some traces there.

He secretly left Jongnampa to follow the trail and told me what he had experienced in Namman.

Conflict between the three major powers of the South· He said that the Pentateuch had fallen, and that he had obtained various herbs and poisonous herbs from the place where the Five-Poison Gate had been.

"The result of feeding the spirit pill to Huang Gon, the Great Master of the Divine Heaven. I learned their purpose."

In the end, the most important thing was bound to appear at the end.

When the old Shaolin monks learned that their goal was to create a new empire and not just a single Wulin clan, they reacted in a variety of ways.

"Such a ridiculous..."

Someone clicked their tongue for having a pipe dream.

"Amitabha Buddha ...

Others chanted that dark clouds hung over Wulin.

And the old monk thought that their goal was ridiculous, so he opened his mouth.

"Now that you know their purpose, why don't you tell the Imperial Family? No matter how inviolable it may be, those who dream of rebellion will definitely come out to the Imperial Court."

"That's a dangerous idea."

It was the owner of the outer party who refuted the old monk's words.

He was in charge of work outside of Shaolin, so he was familiar with the way the world worked.

"Bringing in the Imperial Family is not something that can be solved simply by the information we have heard. Haven't you heard of the jade of letters? Among the successive emperors of the current imperial family, there was one who destroyed the Eight because the words "Heavenly Way" and "Heavenly Thief" were pronounced, and there was also an emperor who destroyed the Eight because he made fun of his bald head for saying that he was the most brilliant person under the heavens. It's a place where you can snatch a pod and exterminate it with a word."

“··· How could it be that reporting a mutinee would be caught by the tail?"

"It means that just because you mentioned the rebellion, Shaolin might be accused of being a traitor..."

“····”

The old monks' expressions darkened as they realized how terrifying and insane the Imperial Palace was.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

It wasn't because he couldn't leave the gods to the Imperial Family. His complexion darkened because these madmen were the leaders of sentient beings.

At that moment, an old monk opened his mouth to see if he had an idea.

"If you do, why don't you just leave it alone? After all, the purpose of those Divine Heavens is to lose the imperial family, so won't they clash with the imperial family one day?"

And this time, Mujin refuted the old monk's words.

"The Imperial Family is horrible, but if you leave the Divine Heaven alone, they will do worse things than the Imperial Family. You know now, don't you? They don't hesitate to use human trafficking and brainwashing in addition to murder. I can't even imagine how many Yang people they would sacrifice in order to grow in strength comparable to that of the Imperial Army."

At Mu Jin's point, the old monk blushed for a moment, but he calmed down and replied.

"You have not learned what the three great disciples know until you are old . . . I was stunned by the cruelty of the Imperial Family, and I had an unwitting mistake. Amitabha Buddha·"

It was as the old monk said.

This was a war between the bad guys and the worse guys.

The only problem was that there weren't just one or two innocent bastards caught in the middle of the bastards.

And Shaolin had joined this fight out of compassion for the people of Yang, who were dying unjustly so that they wouldn't be able to explode with them.

When everyone realized the true meaning of this fight and had mixed expressions.

Finally, the room manager, Hyuncheon, who had been watching all the conversations, opened his mouth.

"First of all, rather than leaning on the Imperial Family, let us work with our allies to stop it. These children have played a great role this time, and they have been able to obtain various medicinal materials from the south of the country, so it can be said that it is a blessing for us."

"The head monk is right. Amitabha Buddha·"

"Amitabha Buddha..."

"If you do, I'll have to tell the other clans and Sega about the information that Mujin has been looking for..."

When Hyuncheon, who had set the direction, said so, Mujin added.

"In the process of resolving the matter in the south of the country, I received the help of the Sichuan Tang family. So I told the family what I learned this time."

"Speaking of shamans and Zhuge Sega· Tianryu and Jongnampa· And I'm going to have to tell you about this to the public."

By the time the meeting was finally settled, I heard the voice of the Great Disciple from the entrance of the room room.

"Monk Chief· An inspection from the Wulin League has arrived."

Naturally, there was a look of wonder on the faces of those gathered in the room.

In the current political situation, where the political faction is almost divided into four divisions, the Murim League has maintained its neutrality from beginning to end.

At this point, it felt more like neglect than neutrality, and it was a strange moment to suddenly send an inspection to Shaolin.

"Come in·"

At Hyuncheon's instructions, the Grand Disciple entered the room and handed the inspection to Hyuncheon.

After reading all the surveys, Hyuncheon put them down with a complicated face, and everyone's eyes turned to Hyuncheon.

"What does it say? The death penalty of the head of the room·"

When Hyungong stepped forward as a representative and asked, Hyuncheon sighed and replied.

"It is said that traces of the Demon Cult Armed Forces have been found in the Qinghai side of the Xinjiang River. Therefore, the Wulin League is requesting reinforcements from each faction and Sega."