Episode 1599. I can’t even laugh. (4)
“execution!”
Hyebang came out of the chamhoe-dong and looked down the mountain, his face hardened.
‘To this place…!’
“The equators are climbing Mount Song!”
Hye-bang instinctively took the class president position and chanted his displeasure.
The energy felt from the bottom of the mountain was enough to guess. The fact that the people climbing here now are not ordinary people.
It felt like my skin would be cut by the killing spewing out without any intention of hiding it.
They are qualitatively different from the Sapa group that is currently running rampant in Hanam. Then their goal is truly clear.
“execution. How…”
Shaolin is not a suitable place for defense. As it is a place where many visitors come and go, it is open in all directions to receive many people, and does not have the usual folding gate installed.
This was actually a point of pride. No one in the world would dare target Shaolin.
But now that pride was tightening Shaolin’s neck even more.
“execution!”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Hyebang calmed the priest by chanting.
“I also don’t know what the right thing to do is.”
“⋯⋯Yes?”
“But it’s not hard to know what needs to be done.”
Hyebang opened his mouth with a stern expression.
“Find and evacuate all local residents who may still be in the precincts. The same goes for innocent monks and learned monks.”
“Death penalty!”
Shaolin is a temple. Although he was renowned throughout the world for his martial arts skills, not everyone in Shaolin had learned martial arts.
There were quite a number of fellow monks who had not yet mastered martial arts and those who devoted themselves only to Buddhism.
But deciding to evacuate them now…
“Do you really think we can’t defeat them?”
“They probably came here under orders from the Sapae-ryeon.”
Hyebang answered calmly as if he had already thought about it.
“Did such people simply stop by to offer prayers? “If I wasn’t confident in destroying Shaolin, I wouldn’t have come in the first place.”
“That’s…”
That’s right.
If it were that defeated leader Jang Il-so, he would have sent people who could erase Shaolin from the beginning.
To make matters worse, the power of Shaolin remaining here is less than half of its original power. Considering the absence of the elders and the people who are out to defeat the Sa Sect hordes rampaging in Hanam, the remaining strength will not be less than 30 percent.
No matter how Shaolin is, if it has 30% of its power, there will be countless sects that will try to attack it.
“Ask the scholarly monks to take the scriptures in Janggyeonggak out of Shaolin!”
“You mean the scriptures? “Then the non-level ones…”
Hyebang quietly looked at the priest. Her gaze was calm.
“Is it more important than the scriptures?”
The priest was silent for a moment and then shook his head.
“No, death penalty. “These things are insignificant compared to what the Buddha said.”
“okay. That’s it. “Hurry up.”
“yes!”
As the priest spread the divine law and walked away, Hyebang chanted softly.
‘Tathagata…’
I just wanted to pursue lawlessness.
I wanted to escape from the people who were becoming self-righteous and who did not want to keep their Buddhist duties, and to find an elusive ‘degree’.
But the world doesn’t leave him alone.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Hyebang thought this too was a natural thing.
‘It is not the duty of a Buddhist to hold one’s breath here.’
Many people are suffering.
Basically, Buddhism means finding oneself through penance. ‘Self’ cannot be faced simply through Zen meditation. Just as the Buddha looked after them, they also had to take care of those in sorrow.
That bitter death coming from the bottom of the mountain must be the Tathagata’s punishment for those who have confined themselves to this small precinct under the excuse of discipline and respect.
For those who truly pursue Buddhism, the authority of the master and the name of Shaolin are nothing more than trivial things. Patience that is not right is just a turning away.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
If this is truly the fate of Shaolin, then they must humbly accept it as a reward for the karma they have committed.
“It’s a little late.”
Enlightenment always comes late. If you find out even if it’s too late, that’s enough.
Hyebang’s feet moved slowly.
After a while.
The monks lined up looked at the North Gate with tense faces.
The concentration was so thick that it had a biting bite. At the same time, a thick bloody smell stung the tip of her nose.
How many murderous acts have they committed that gives off such a bloody smell?
“Amitabha Buddha…”
Displeased voices that controlled the mind flowed from all over the place.
bang!
Soon, the tightly closed mountain gate burst open, and numerous warriors entered Shaolin through the broken mountain gate or by jumping over the wall.
The warriors, whose entire bodies were covered in dark red cloth, had a strange spirit and a strange atmosphere, making them look more like a group of madmen than warriors. Above all, the violence that was unleashed was so intense that it sent a tingle down my spine.
This is by no means an easy person to look at. No, maybe the people here alone won’t be able to stop it. It was that scary.
In the moment of gloom, Hyebang chanted a prayer without realizing it.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
It is not a gap that can be bridged even with effort.
‘It was a good decision to evacuate the monks in advance.’
At least innocent lives were prevented from disappearing. The ones left here are those who must now bear that sin.
However, the weight of the punishment that had to be endured was too heavy compared to the crime.
“For the visitors to Shaolin, who are you?”
At the sound of that voice, several eyes turn to Hye-bang. But there were only a few of those many.
It’s a strangely unhuman reaction.
“Shaolin is not currently accepting guests, so please leave.”
A dull reaction, pale complexion, and emotionless face.
‘It’s like a corpse.’
If they are definitely not jiangshi, they are so bizarre. Cold sweat was running down the back of Hye-bang’s neck.
“Death penalty…”
Hyebang sighed, hearing a voice that sounded like someone was moaning uncontrollably.
I know it’s useless, but now that the leader is gone, they have to protect Shaolin until the end.
But before Hyebang could open his mouth again, someone spoke on his behalf.
“There is no place where the Buddha’s will does not shine widely.”
It was a creepy voice that sounded like a rusty mirror chip was scraping and moving. Everyone’s eyes naturally turned to the person who made the voice.
A man with red bandages covering all of his exposed parts through his clothes was looking straight at Hye-bang.
“If Shaolin is drenched in blood, everyone will know. That those words are just nonsense.”
Hearing his words, which were almost like a mutter, Hyebang clenched her fists without realizing it. The strange feeling he felt from her man made him cringe.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Hyebang desperately tried to calm his trembling voice and spoke to the monster.
“I have heard of it. “There are people in the far-off Seojang area who have a different religion than in the central region.”
“flaw.”
At those words, the monster let out a soft laugh.
“Buddhists have a knack for saying things in strange ways. “I’m talking about the good word ‘deviant religion.’”
“⋯⋯Amitabha Buddha.”
“Does not matter. No matter what you call us, the fate of Shaolin today will not change. You will follow in the footsteps of those who went before you.”
At that moment, Hyebang flinched.
“Did you go first?”
“then? “Why do you think we’re here?”
Hyebang bit her lip without realizing it.
It’s obviously a lie. There is no way that news from that far away place would reach them first.
But even within those lies, there is truth. If they had been sent by the Sa-Pae-Ryeon, they would not have been able to make the choice to turn back such a large group and target Shaolin unless they were absolutely certain.
‘Bangjang…’
Hyebang’s fingertips were trembling. This wasn’t a fear of her death. It was a pity.
‘How can it be like that in the end…’
Hyebang let out a short sigh as if he was sighing. Then the monster spoke.
“Definitely… you guys seem a bit more thoughtful than that stupid room manager.”
The monster, the leader of the Blood Cult, slowly walked forward.
“But if the results are the same, there is no difference in the end.”
“Even so, Shaolin will not back down.”
“Of course I should.”
The blood cult leader gestured forward. Then, the blood cultists who were standing like corpses burst out with their deadly energy as if they were exploding.
The smell of blood and death swirling around in an instant.
Hye-bang’s face suddenly turned gloomy.
“die. “Today the name Shaolin disappears from the world.”
Blood cultists like jiangshi rushed toward the lined up Shaolin monks, making bizarre noises.
❀ ❀ ❀
“⋯⋯Shaolin?”
“yes.”
Hyeonjong’s eyes tremble.
Hyeyeon grabbed my right wrist tightly with a look on her face as if her soul was about to run away.
“Are you saying that the Sapae-ryeon is targeting Shaolin?”
Cheongmyeong gritted his teeth and nodded.
“Because that’s his way. “We will target the weakest spot.”
Shaolin. There is no stronger name in the world than him.
But isn’t everything in this world relative? The Shaolin who believed in their strength and sent their main force to the battlefield, with only a few remaining, would be the most delicious prey for Jang Il-so.
There is no reason for Jang Il-so not to target that weakness.
“Then what about Shaolin…?”
“Dojo!”
Hyeyeon screamed. But Cheongmyeong shook her head.
“no.”
“⋯⋯Yes?”
Then his eyes flashed and he looked into the distance.
“We can read the enemy, too.”
❀ ❀ ❀
Kwaaaaang!
A meteor strikes downward.
“for a moment!”
The blood cultists who were rushing in with great momentum stopped in place.
The blood cult leader’s gaze also turned to the place where something had landed.
It was a sword. It’s also ordinary, nothing special. However, the blood cult leader’s keen eyes astutely caught a small pattern engraved on the handle.
Eventually, his eyes turned to the rear pavilion, or more precisely, to its roof.
Then a man came down from the roof like a bird.
Percussion!
The white uniform, which had spread out like wings, slowly falls down.
Hyebang opened her eyes and screamed without realizing it. The owner behind the scenes. That name.
“Bae, Baekcheon Seal!”
chin.
Baekcheon grabbed his sword from the ground again and spoke without even looking at Hyebang.
“To pay off my debt… no.”
Then he glanced back and smiled.
“I came to save my friend, monk.”
As soon as those words were finished, a group of warriors came rushing out from behind the palace.
“Aaaah!”
“⋯⋯Don’t lose your strength early, idiot.”
Jo Geol and Yun Jong arrived with Hwasan and Namgung’s disciples.
Hyebang felt a sudden rush of relief and her legs lost all strength.
“I’m barely late, damn it! Where are you doing? “You damn bastards!”
“⋯⋯I bet you’re the one causing the misbehavior.”
Baekcheon chuckled at the appearance of the evil spirits who looked the same as usual, and then looked at the head of the blood cult with a serious face again.
“Are you going to erase Shaolin’s name?”
“⋯⋯.”
“There is no debt in Shaolin, but there is debt to the people of Shaolin. Come and see. “I will deal with you first.”
The tip of Baekcheon’s sword was aimed at the blood cult leader’s neck.
“⋯⋯This is different.”
The blood cult leader’s face was distorted in disapproval, clearly visible even through the bandages.
