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Chapter 459

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The cart ran through the canal without a break.

Hwasan’s disciples dragged their carts along like tireless pummel. The cart seemed to be moving at a faster pace, even though it had so much load on it that it was not comparable to the previous one.



Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong, who are pulling carts in the lead, scramble as if they were competing with each other.

“Will you be trained like that?”

“But the death penalty seems to be shaking your legs already?”

Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol stared at each other and clenched their teeth again.

Baek Cheon frowned slightly as he saw the two running like angry bulls in the lead.


“Yes, boarding house!”


“It’s good to be energetic, but if you get exhausted from the start, you’ll be exhausted before you even get to the North Sea.”

Yoon-Jong tilted his head slightly as if he didn’t understand.

This is Baek Cheon, who has been telling me to work hard and rest quickly on Sacheon. In fact, if he has to go through it anyway, it is better for him to finish it quickly without avoiding it. So why have you changed your position this time?

“Is the North Sea so far away?”

“Far away.”

“How far is it?”

“Well, I mean…….”

Baek Cheon thought hard and opened his mouth.

“According to the Lord Hwang, it is about 6,000 li.”


Yoon-Jong patted his ear and rubbed it.

“How many ri? I think I misheard.”

“Six thousand li.


Yoon-Jong’s eyes have expanded greatly.

“Sa, wasn’t it a little over a thousand miles to Sichuan Province?”

“That’s right.”

“But how many li? Six thousand li?

“I told you so.”

At that moment, Chung-Myung, who was riding on the cart, sprang up his upper body.

“How many ri?”

“…Are they all deaf? Six thousand li.”

Chung-Myung’s eyes caused an earthquake.

“Oh, my God! One lap around the country won’t do that! I can’t believe he paid me so much!”


Then Hye Yeon, who was riding next to him, freaked out and shouted.

“Shi, Shi-ju! No matter how hard you are, you’re coming to me with a long-winded.….”


Chung-Myung kicks Hye Yeon out of the blue.


Hye Yeon, who fell out of the pile of luggage, was stuck in the ground.

“He hasn’t been dragging a cart for a while, he’s been sitting comfortably on his way, and he’s been trying to get away with it! I’ll pull out all the hair.”

“……How can I pull out the hair that I didn’t have in the first place…”….”

The drooping Hye Yeon’s eyes became teary.

Where is the Buddha?’

At this rate, he was about to die of a vase even before he could find any illegality.

Baek Cheon asked Chung-Myung a little surprised.

“You didn’t know where the North Sea was?”

“I’m not even born there, so what’s the point of a person going there?”

Chung-Myung gritted his teeth.

In the past, Chung-Myung, who lived in the entire central area like a house during the war against the Magyo, had never been out of the country except for a bird.

“I thought it would be as good as Unnam to do North Sea Ice Palace and North Sea Ice Palace. There’s a number I’ve never heard of in my life, why are you associating it with Jungwon?”

“…That’s why it’s a bird.”


Chung-Myung scratched his head.

“How long do we have to go if we’re 6,000 miles?”

“If you run like a horse all day, it’ll be about two hundred miles.…that’s a full month.”

“…a month?”

Chung-Myung’s expression went blank for a moment.

“I’m so busy day by day that I have to go for a month like this?””Chung-Myung, calm down.….”

“No, what are these crazy demon bastards doing to get all the way there? They’ll huddle around 100,000 mountains and die!”

In the sight of Chung-Myung starting to lose his temper, Baek Cheon asked quickly.

“Does anyone know this place that sells sugar?”

“…Will you be?”

It couldn’t have been there.

Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

I’ve just started, and I already saw Chung-Myung playing with his evil spirit, so I thought it would be a difficult journey.

“By the way, we have to beat all the demon pups to death!”

Chung-Myung shot fire from his eyes.

Baek Cheon, who was creeping along the wagon, gave Jo-Gol a chin.

“Let’s put the hul back on the monk Hye Yeon.”


The cart started again with Hye Yeon on board, but the speed of the cart was slightly lower than before. Yoon-jong peeked at Baek Cheon and opened his mouth.

“By the way, boarding house.”


“Speaking of which, what the hell is Machyo like?”



He scratched the back of his head with a shy face.

“In fact, all I’ve heard about Mahyo is a little bit of a cloud.”…such as being incredibly strong, where the evil enemies that kill people casually, suck the blood of a living person, and so on.”

“Well, that’s right.

“But now that I may really meet the masquerades, I think I need to know more about them.”

Baek Cheon sobbed and frowned.

“Come to think of it, I don’t know much about Mahkyo either.”


“It’s definitely a little weird. There are so many stories about Mahkyo that no one has ever heard of, but I have never exactly heard of them.”

Baek Cheon looked up at Hye Yeon, who was put back on top of the pile of luggage.

“Hye Yeon, do you know anything about Mahkyo? But since you’re a Shaolin.”

“……Why is there a “some” attached to it, Si-ju?”

“…Excuse me.”

Hye Yeon looked up at the sky and sighed sadly. And spoke slowly.

“I’m sorry, but even the little monk doesn’t know much about Mahkyo.”

“And the monk?”

“When I was training in Sorim, I didn’t pay much attention to anything outside.….”

He blushed slightly with shame about this fact.

He realized again how much he was a frog in a well when he lived in Shaolin. You can see and feel many things just by taking a step away from Shaolin.


Why do I think I was happy in the well?

“That’s weird. How come there aren’t so many people who know about Mahkyo?”

Chung-Myung, who was listening to their conversation, replied brusquely.

“Because I don’t need to know.”


Hwasan’s disciples looked back at Chung-Myung.

“Why don’t you need to know? If you’re sick of it, you’ll never be defeated.”


Chung-Myung grinned.

“Magyo is a religious group of seventeen dioceses.”


Suddenly, information about Mahkyo came out and his disciples looked at him in surprise. Chung-Myung didn’t know he would be so interested.

“No, but 17? Is that a lot.

“Well, that used to be the case. I don’t know how it is now.”

Since Chung-Myung destroyed most of the dioceses himself.

“But how do you know that? People don’t know.””…If others don’t know, should I not know?”

“I don’t think you know.”


Chung-Myung glows.

“What do you do with your ears and eyes? What do you mean you don’t know? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“…Gee, I know the campaign.”


When Chung-Myung tried to have a seizure again, Hye Yeon still pressed down his shoulder.

Chung-Myung, who breathed for a moment, sighed deeply and explained.

“They are basically religious groups. Based on its fundamentals, it is no different from the Buddhist-based Shaolin.”

Then Hye Yeon, who held Chung-Myung’s shoulder, gained strength. Chung-Myung quickly reached out and closed Hye Yeon’s mouth while trying to scream how to say such a thing.

“Listen and speak! This jerk is getting impatient day by day.”

“…I understand when my other poets say that, but how can you accuse him of being short-tempered? Where did you sell your conscience?”

“I left it in the Shouting Bullion, why?”


Chung-Myung kicked his tongue.

“In that sense, there is not much difference between Shaolin and Hwasan. First of all, Hwasan is a cult of Taoism.”

“That’s right.”

Baek Cheon, who had already built the cart, nodded quietly.

But the rest of the disciples still couldn’t seem to admit it.

“No matter how hard it is to compare Mahkyo and Hwasan?”

“The bottom line is yes, the bottom line.”

Chung-Myung kicked his tongue.

“Look, if you’re tired of it, you’ve got to tell me that you can’t turn your eyes upside down. This is meaningless!”

“……No, it’s not that…….”

“It’s noisy!”

Having nothing to say, Jo-Gol shut his mouth like a clam.

When Chung-Myung showed signs of displeasure, Baek Cheon smirked and rushed him.

“Go on.”


Chung-Myung scratched his head and opened his mouth.

“Just because the roots are the same doesn’t mean that the results are the same. Mahkyo is a decisive difference from other religions.”

“What is it?”

“Following people.”

Jo-Gol tilted his head at Chung-Myung’s words.

“Following people? Like a king?”

“No, like God.”

As Chung-Myung spoke, he frowned for a little irritation.

“Marriage is the religion that keeps Heavenly Demon as a god.

“…You’re going to serve a man as a god? Who’s alive?”

“Yeah, that’s the point.”

Chung-Myung continued, patting Hye Yeon’s shiny hair with his hands.

“I don’t serve God, whether it’s Dog or Bulk. It’s a different case than this, though we serve those who have a near-godly enlightenment as human beings. Well, of course, sometimes they’re the embodiment of the Buddha and the reality of the old army, but people don’t believe it seriously.”

“That’s right.”

“But they really believe that Heavenly Demon is God himself.”

Chung-Myung’s voice is a little lower.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the Mahkyo in the world?”


“Because it literally doesn’t mean anything. Religious scriptures and doctrines are woven into the words of God so that those who cannot face God do not forget the teachings, right? But what happens if there’s a god in front of you?”

“……there will be no need for doctrine.”


Chung-Myung squinted his eyes.

“What if a man who insisted that he should not kill anyone until yesterday says that he will not be guilty of killing anyone from now on?””…Wouldn’t there be confusion?”

“That’s normal. But magic doesn’t work that way. Because that’s God’s word. It’s just a job to follow.”


“Magyo is the god of Heavenly Demon. And Heavenly Demon is a living human being. Then every word of the man becomes a divine word. So, no doubt, no hesitation, just follow.”

“…How can a person do that?”

Chung-Myung grinned.

“That’s why I’m afraid of horsemanship. Because there are only human beings who can do that.”


“There’s nothing more scary than a man who doesn’t doubt, and isn’t afraid of death. For those who are honored to follow God’s word and die, they do not need courage.”

Baek Cheon’s face hardened.

Now I can vaguely imagine how fanatical Mahkyo must be.

A fanatic who isn’t even afraid of death comes at the command of a man who thinks he’s a god?

Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps.

“……in other words…….”


“Magyo is an organization that can change from one extreme to the other depending on what the Heavenly Demon is like.”

“Yes, but…… it’ll be pretty much the same, actually.”


“Heavenly Demon has never been sane.”


Then Yoon-jong raised his hand. Chung-Myung chins.

“Yes, yes. Go ahead.”

“As you say, Mahgyo is the place where Heavenly Demon is served as a living god, but now there is no Heavenly Demon. Then how do you maintain it?



Chung-Myung nodded.

“Until the new Heavenly Demon appears. Heavenly Demon is a god and a human being for them. It’s absolute because it’s God, but it can die because it’s human. But even if I die, I’ll…….”

Chung-Myung closed his mouth slightly.

Then he turned his head and looked far south.


Where there are 100,000 mountains.

“I believe I’m coming back. The new Heavenly Demon, and the reborn Heavenly Demon.”

“…I think it’ll make sense.”

Chung-Myung frowned at Yoon-Jong’s murmur.

“You don’t understand at all.”


“There’s only one thing you need to know after hearing this.”

Everyone, noticing that Chung-Myung’s voice had subsided more than usual, waited with serious eyes for his words.

“What is it?”

“You asked me earlier, didn’t you? How can a human being not questioning a human being as a god?”

“…I was.”

“Heavenly Demon makes it possible.”


“What is God, after all? He’s capable of what humans can’t do. In other words, even if the human body is covered up, it means that if the human dare show the ability to follow, he can be held up as a god.”

Yoon-jong shut his mouth.

“I don’t believe in Heavenly Demon because everyone has no reason. Even though you have reason, you can’t doubt it at all and make it fanatic. It’s a thing that makes it seem more like a transfer than a figment. That’s Heavenly Demon.”

Chung-Myung gritted his teeth.

I’ve never thought I’d fall behind in nothing in the world.

It was decorated with the words “Hwasan First Sword” or “The Three Great Swordsman,” but it would not have been a problem to be called “The Three Great Swordsman” if he had made up his mind.


‘It was on a different level.’

Heavenly Demon was so strong that he couldn’t even touch it.

It is not until the death squad, which gathered all the power of the midfielder’s herd, is annihilated that it can cut off his neck.

It was not until I met Heavenly Demon in person that I understood how the Mahists could be so fanatical.Even to the martial arts people who learned martial arts, it would have seemed like a miracle, not a martial arts.

“…So the Heavenly Demon still exists in the world?”

“I don’t know.”

Chung-Myung shrugged.

“I’m on my way to find out.”


The faces of the Hwasan disciples have hardened.

It was only then that I fully understood that this was not just about establishing a connection with the North Sea Ice Palace and recognizing the situation.

“But can you recognize it?”



“I’m an expert on you.”

Chung-Myung looked shrugged.

“You’re a fanatic, you’re a fool, you’re a human being, you’re a dead man, you’re a man, you’re a man, you’re a man, you’re a man, you’re a man, you’re a man,


With that confident voice, Baek Cheon grinned.

You’re scarier than Heavenly Demon, you son of a b*tc*.


Chung-Myung’s gaze moved northward.

“Let’s check it out. Is Heavenly Demon really back?”

His eyes, like that, sank unbecomingly grimly.

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect


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