Episode 1720. Put your neck on the line. (5)
“ugh… … .”
Brother Cheonmyeon clutched his side with a trembling hand.
There was an excruciating pain that felt as if my entire body was being crushed. However, what truly pained him was not the physical pain, but Jang Il-so’s gaze looking down at him as if he were looking at an insect.
“eww… … . Ugh!”
An evil groan escaped from the mouth of the monk Cheonmyeon.
“page… sweep… … !”
“Tsk tsk. “It’s like this.”
Jang Il-so shook his head exaggeratedly and sighed.
“Do you understand? “It is said that a person’s value comes from being driven to the ground.”
His two eyes shining magically as he looked at the monk.
“He usually shows off, but when he gets cornered, he barks like a scared dog… … .”
“Yeon… … .”
“It’s also ugly.”
Crash.
Friar Cheonmyeon gritted his teeth as if he were about to break them. As Chimi held back her anger, the veins in her eyes burst and turned red. But even so, she couldn’t easily run into Jang Il-so.
“… … “Ryeonju!”
Instead, he shot at Jang Il-so in a blood-boiling voice.
“Did you know about it too?”
“Hmm?”
“The fact that Ho Ga-myeong, a monk of the Reading Mind Raksha, put me in danger and tried to kill me! “I’m asking if you knew about it too!”
At that moment, the faces of the lieutenants surrounding Hu Jia-myeong turned pale as if they were guarding him.
This is a very sensitive and dangerous question. No matter how much it may be said that the Sapaeryeon was unified under the hands of Jang Il-so, in the end, the basis of the system is the union.
The fact that this part was brought up in a place where there were so many listening ears was the equivalent of Rev. Cheonmyeon expressing his determination not to look back.
From Jang Il-so’s perspective, no matter what answer he gives, he has no choice but to suffer damage.
“Answer me, Lianju! Is all of this an order from Ryeonju? “Is it really Lianju’s order to bury all of the Haomundo and Sapaelian disciples on the cliff, including me, in a pile of rocks?”
Brother Cheonmyeon is not responsible. That’s a fact anyone can know. But what if Hu Jia-myeong is also not responsible?
Who should take responsibility for this incident?
The eyes of the trainees turn to Jang Il-so without realizing it. Of course, Jang Il-so does not necessarily have to answer. This is because Jang Il-so is the only one who can talk about this situation.
Jang Il-so glanced around. He also didn’t seem to feel any pressure. Finally, the moment he was about to open his mouth.
“The owner is not responsible.”
“Gu, military!”
The lieutenants flinched and turned their heads. Ho Jia-myeong, who raised his upper body, was staring expressionlessly at Brother Cheon-myeon and Jang Il-so.
“This incident… … .”
He stood up completely and bowed his head in the most polite manner towards Jang Il-so.
“It all happened because of my carelessness. “I dared to boast about the Holy Scriptures with a mouth full of vulgar language, but I could not get the results that I deserved.”
“… … .”
“Bu Ryeon-ju is right in saying that as a soldier, I have to pay for my sins. A sinner asks Yeonju for forgiveness. “Please sacrifice your life to comfort the souls of those who sacrificed here.”
Hu Jiaming, who had spoken up to this point, knelt down. And he hung his neck limply. Like a criminal waiting for a blade to fall on his neck.
It’s quiet. The sound of someone swallowing dry saliva sounded like thunder. Amidst the tension that seemed to be weighing down the son-in-law, the lieutenants’ fingertips were shaking.
They know it too.
Regardless of success or failure, too many people were sacrificed in this plan. Even if it was a complete success, there would inevitably be criticism due to the number of victims.
However, since the result was a failure, someone has to take responsibility for all of this.
Brother Cheon-myeon scolded Jang Il-so as if he was growling.
“Ryeonju! Does not the sinner ask for sin?”
In a space filled with silence, the voice of Brother Cheonmyeon rang out like a knife. It was a desolate voice without any warmth.
And then.
“haha… … .”
Master Cheonmyeon Dam Yeo-hae was slightly entranced.
This is because Jang Il-so, covering his mouth with his white hand, was laughing as if he could not bear it.
“haha… … . Haha. this… … .”
Jang Il-so, who had been covering his mouth, slowly lowered his hand, revealing his twisted red lips.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
Brother Cheonmyeon’s pupils visibly trembled.
“Ryeonju?”
“Sin, what did I hear wrong? huh?”
Red lips reveal new white fangs. It looked like it belonged to an extremely ferocious animal.
“A pseudonym, a pseudonym.”
Jang Il-so chuckled as he saw Ho Ji-myeong kneeling firmly.
“You have no talent for acting. Stop doing such boring things. “It doesn’t suit me.”
“Ryeonju… … .”
This time, even Ho Jiamyeong looked up at Jang Ilso with a surprised face.
“Ryeonju. This incident… … .”
“Yes, I know.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes slowly turned towards Wudangsan Mountain. A strange distortion flashed across his face as he looked at the blackened shaman.
“I was embarrassed. “Without any reason.”
“… … .”
“Unless you came all the way here just to burn the mountain. Tsk tsk. At this point, are you going to raise your head in embarrassment? “Okay.”
Jang Il-so exaggeratedly placed his hand on his forehead and shook his head. Everyone was speechless at the gesture like an actor on stage.
However, there were some who simply could not remain silent.
“At least… … ?”
“Hmm?”
“That’s it!”
The anger of Cheonmyeonsu Dam Yeo-hae finally burst out in a shout. He shouted, glaring at Jang Il-so with bloodshot eyes.
“Do you know how many people have died because of that guy’s bullshit! “Hundreds of lives that didn’t need to die were killed for no reason, and all I can say is that it’s embarrassing to be judged for doing nothing!”
“… … .”
“A crime that would not be relieved even if you were to tear it to shreds and kill it and chew its raw flesh… … !”
“crime?”
At that moment, Jang Il-so’s calm voice cut off the excited voice.
“You’ve been talking nonsense ever since. Do you not understand, or is your head not working properly because of the rush of blood? “Why would someone like Hao Wen-ju in the world be so foolish to write this?”
“Ryeonju!”
“Didn’t I tell you? “There are no such things as criminals.”
Jang Il-so took a step toward Master Cheon-myeon.
“Failure is not a sin.”
“… … .”
“Making mistakes is not a sin. “It is not a crime to lack ability or to be manipulated by the enemy.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes gave off an eerie light. Brother Cheonmyeon was overwhelmed by this and unconsciously stopped breathing.
“For me, sin is… … It means doing nothing. People like that aren’t worth even breathing air. but… … “Do you know what’s more disgusting than that?”
Jang Il-so slowly bowed towards Master Cheon-myeon. And I made eye contact right in front of him who was panting.
Brother Cheonmyeon trembled involuntarily at the eerie look in his eyes, as if something was slowly stirring deep within. Jang Il-so asked.
“Is it really that bad? “The lives of those who died up there?”
“… … Ryeo, Ryeonju.”
“Is it really that heartbreaking? Losing them?”
All the blood drained from Brother Cheonmyeon’s face. This is because I realized that what was stirring deep in Jang Il-so’s eyes was life.
Ugh.
The rings on each finger left Jang Il-so’s hand and floated into the air. It was a sight that looked like a child playing, but those who worked in the name of the Sapae-ryeon could not have known how dangerous this situation was.
“Hey, talk about it. “How much more must I accept your reckless anger dressed up as justification?”
“Ryo, Ryeon… … .”
Quad deuk!
The ring that floated into the air spun violently and struck towards the monk.
“Ugh, wow!”
Brother Cheonmyeon, who momentarily did not understand what had happened to me, let out a cruel scream while clutching his seat.
The ring pierced the back of his hand and remained lodged in the ground.
“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
There is no way a person of the caliber of a monk would scream like this simply because the back of his hand was pierced. What caused him so much pain that he struggled was not the trauma on the back of his hand, but Jang Il-so’s deep evil energy that had surged into his body through the wound.
Although it was bone-chillingly cold, it seemed to burn endlessly and harshly.
Brother Cheonmyeon could only crawl on the floor and scream. My body, which was already completely destroyed, could not handle the energy of Jang Il-so.
“Just know.”
Jang Il-so smiled softly as he watched Brother Cheon-myeon wriggle like an insect. Then she spoke in an incredibly soft voice that matched him so well that it was strange.
“Nothing is gained without sacrifice.”
“uh… … . Ugh… … .”
“Pigs with fat bellies don’t want to lose what they have, so they endlessly discuss its value. The value of wealth, the value of time, and… … .”
Wood clatter!
Jang Il-so’s foot trampled Friar Cheon-myeon’s hand mercilessly.
“Something worth my worthless life.”
“Aaaahhh!”
“Shh, shh. You have to be quiet. They say life is so precious. huh?”
Detective Cheonmyeon’s screams suddenly stopped. Even in the midst of pain, I knew the meaning of Jang Il-so’s words.
“Huh. Huh… … . Huh.”
Brother Cheonmyeon was gasping for breath and convulsing as if he were suffering from a disease, but desperately covered his mouth. Looking at the squirming figure, Jang Il-so grinned a little with satisfaction.
“That’s right. “I think I understand.”
“… … .”
“Compared to what we want to have, what we already have is nothing. “It’s the same whether it’s wealth, lack of education, fame, or even life.”
“… … .”
“If I hadn’t been prepared to give everything away, I would have been scratching my oily stomach in that peaceful Gangnam area. The sound of coming here and discussing life and crying… … .”
Jang Il-so chuckled and gently stroked the back of Brother Cheon-myeon’s head. It was a gentle touch, like smoothing a child’s head.
However, Brother Cheonmyeon did not feel the slightest sense of humiliation. Even the living can feel humiliation. All he felt right now was a terrible fear that Jang Il-so’s hand on his head might pierce his head at any moment.
“Remember.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes darkened.
“I came to have it. “I didn’t come to protect you.”
“… … .”
“Tsk.”
Jang Il-so clicked his tongue lightly and took his foot off of Brother Cheon-myeon’s hand. Then he cast an indifferent glance towards Wudang Mountain.
To be exact, towards those who will remain on that mountain, and towards those who have climbed to the top of the mountain by now.
“A pseudonym.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
Hu Jiaming bowed his head violently.
“Did I lose?”
“… … .”
“Answer me.”
“Under…” … Because of incompetence.”
“If this happened because you were incompetent, I guess I am an even more incompetent person for giving you a chance.”
“Ryeonju… … .”
“It’s been a while.”
Hu Jiaming raised his head and stared at Jang Ilso. Then, he was shocked and clenched his fists. Jang Il-so’s face was horribly distorted.
“this… … “It feels dirty.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes, burning like the sun, could no longer contain mockery.
